LADY FROM THE BUS JOURNEY SEX STORY

It was my after class time and I packed my bag and boarded a private bus to home. I was sitting near to the ladies side when this lady appeared from no where and stood beside me. I didn’t see her face in the first instant. It was her white hands which held on the rail of the seat before mine that took my attention. It was clean white hand with white nails and yellowish white bangles. As I followed her hand to her body, I observed an off-white saree clad ripe women.

From my sitting position I could see her body in close quarters. Her chest was heavily built, but well concealed by elegantly worn saree. Her left side hip was only conservatively exposed, but still showing the richness of her plump hips. Behind, her long hair strands was seen flowing. Her whole body had an aroma and a cleanliness which I could feel in the air. From my sitting position I could see her body in close quarters. Her chest was heavily built, but well concealed by elegantly worn saree. Her left side hip was only conservatively exposed, but still showing the richness of her plump hips. Behind, her long hair strands was seen flowing. Her whole body had an aroma and a cleanliness which I could feel in the air.

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Till then I haven’t see her face, and her beautiful body gave me a desire to look above and see her face. And I glanced up passing my eyes through the grand sight of her bulging pallu. Up above her pallu showed the upper side of her white chest and neck which is void of any chain. As I moved above a glossy lip with white teethes and a warm smile welcomed me. It was a beautiful face that she had, with wide beautiful eyes and matching bindi.

It took me a second to realize that she was smiling at me. I felt shy for a moment. I smiled back and then pulled away my eyes. She had seen me looking at her. I wondered what she would have thought about me,eyeing a lady like that. I don’t know why it is like that for me. I felt like this sometimes in front of my teacher, or some relatives of mine. My eyes wander to places where it should not have. I felt an arousal feeling on my pee thing inside my trousers. I felt angry at myself. I never looked up at her again after that, though her presence was always felt to me by her aroma, shades of her body and her beautiful hand.After another stop, the man sitting next to me on the window side got up to get down from bus. I moved myself to the window seat. I felt happy and at the same time worried to see that lady choosing to sit beside me. She took out her handbag strap from her shoulders and sat down. Her wrapped around chiffon saree gave a stiff feeling on my hands, while her bulging out ass gave sweet pressure points on my sides. She kept her handbag on her lap and looked at me. Again our eyes met and she smiled at me. This time too I smiled back, but now at a little more ease. She asked me which college I am from and which class I am in.

From those questions she moved up to asking my name, where I am staying and so many other questions. For all questions I answered earnestly. I may not have answered another stranger these questions. But she mesmerized me and her questions where so effortless and her face always hid a pleasant smile. Our shoulders rubbed against each other while at some points her forearm hit mine. I felt a spark in my body on such moments. I have never experienced like this before. As we settled down in the journey which will take another 20 mts or so for me to complete, she sat in a laid back posture. Her hands held on to her bag.

While her left hand held the strap firmly, her right hand which is next to me held on to the umbrella head which was projecting out of the bag. I felt, being a white boy myself, my skin color is still slightly darker than her white skin. As I felt she was not looking at me, I studied her body once again. I was at shoulder height to her which was a perfect height to glance. But her saree wrap was on my side that I couldn’t see anything under her pallu. Yet I could admire the heaviness of her chest in close quarters. Her body parts which where touching mine felt very soft on me.

As I was watching her body, I felt a light touch on my lap. As I looked down I found it was the end of her palm which was holding her umbrella that touched and rested on my leg. I looked up at her again and she was found facing me. This time there was no smile in her face. Just a blank expression. I wondered if she had caught me eyeing her the second time today. I felt tense and decided to look outside the window. Fortunately for her nothing seamed to be out of order and so remained like that. But then I felt her hand inched more into my lap. Probably it could be just a feeling as her hand was still resting on the knob of her umbrella and it moved just unintentionally towards my lap.

Probably in the shake of the vehicle, the umbrella might be jumping out of her bag. But these touch feelings, which were only a ‘small’ one earlier, now started to get bigger. Her palm was now fully resting on my trousers on my left thighs, pretty close to my groin area. Just on the side is my pee pee under the trousers. And just down is my naked thighs coming out of the trousers. I wished to look down, but didn’t dare to do so as I was still ashamed of my earlier catch situation. I clinched on to my bag and looked outside. But the situation became too obvious pretty soon. In a bumpy point in the road, her palm skid over to my groin and rested directly on top of my pee-pee. It was a tense and high adrenalin pumping situation for me.

I have never come across a situation like this before and didn’t know what to do. More than that my pee-pee started responding to her hand. It started growing under her palm, as if awakening inside the trousers. I felt I am in trouble and decided to do what I am best at. That is to look outside the window and stay still. Pretty soon I could feel her pushing against my pee-pee in small intervals. I could feel my pee-pee getting stiffer inside my trousers. I blamed myself for not putting on an underwear inside. It was a bad habit from my side. I didn’t realize the difficulties the grown ups will face without an underwear when they are aroused. Her pushes soon gave way to groping lightly using her thumb and first fingerHer pussy on my pee-pee had a different feeling and pleasure level than having her hands on it. Because it is self lubricating, tight, and hot inside. And she gyrated her hips and moved up and down the entire stretch in long strokes adding a great sensation to our intercourse. But every good moment has to come to an end. And if it ends with the best of the good moment, then that is the best you can ask for. And this is exactly what happens in intercourse. Sex is an emotional build-up which feels good when it comes, and it is the best when one climaxes. Same was bound to happen for me too. I started getting the high feel of the build up in me. I cried out saying “It is coming,… It is coming”. And auntie’s response was “Let it come, shoot it in me. Cum like no bounds”.

Saying that she clenched my body in her hands, as if she wont let me go until I cummed. Her pussy felt superfluous and hot like a furnace. I reached a point of no return. And then I cummed. I cried and cummed inside her, deep inside her. Letting my pee-pee reach as deep as possible inside her. That was the most wonderful experience I had in my life until now. In fact that day brought me a whole load of experience which I could not have expected to experience so soon.

We lied like that for some moment, until aunty turned around to lie on her back in the sofa. We rested like that for some good time until aunty got up. She dressed up back in her saree. I removed the panties from my ankles and checked with aunty if I can put on my trousers. Aunty gave the go ahead signal and helped me dress up in my uniform. Aunty brought in some biscuits and some more juice. I gladly ate all that.

It was going to be half past five. So I had to hurry up back home. I bid goodbye to aunty. Before leaving aunty told “Son, the doors of this house will be open for you always. You are welcome to come over here any time. Do come at least once a week”. I nodded and promised her that I will visit her often. It was a promise that I love to keep. I haven’t yet got the chance to open her blouse and see her assets. Neither I got the chance or time to see her nude or inspect her pussy. I had to fulfil all these desires and also quench my thrust as long as I can. For all these to happen, I have to see her again. So I will surely love to keep this promise. I walked to my home with the thought of seeing her next week