A true life incident that I can never forget…
Am now 33 and live with my family in Bangalore. Am an Engineer and a reputed business school grad. Am quite well off working in a reputed IT firm. I am 5.11- fair and am very very active as regards to Sex and foreplay. I never get aroused by a naked lady.. I always demanded slow and gradual transition from a fully dressed couple to naked couple on bed and my wife actually likes my 2-3 hours foreplay and 15 mins of sex life. We do it every evening if time permits of surely we do it every alternate night… We have a very very healthy sexual life. But let me tell u a true incident which actually helped me realize my potential in sex and foreplay.
This happened when I was in my college in Mysore. Mysore was rated as a pensioners paradise where most of the retired officials would set up neat row houses after their tenure in the government offices in Bangalore. Mysore was not like what it is now – It was really a cool place.However being a student of the university we used to be lodged in the college hostel- The male being inside the college campus and the ladies one a coupel of km away. We regularly used to visit Mysore city which was quite a distance- 10 kms ( it was too much in the 1994’s). We have only two buses plying to our college from the city…29 and 30. one every 30 mins.
Now whenever people talk about Mysore they immediately remember three things- Mysore palace, Chamundi Hills and KRS..Usually on weekends we hostelmates did not have any work and used to loiter around the mysore palace, or go to this temple or visit KRS . it used to be one of this each week. Week ends Mysore used to be flooded with tourists who take the one day tour of mysore.. The scheduled being chamundi hills before lunch, mysore palace after lunch and KRS after 6PM.
Now that I have briefed the scenario let me come to the actual story.We all had bikes and Yamaha RX was the favourite – Females used to go fida over this for the horrific loud noise that it made. I owned a RD 350. It was my dream bike and i had worked extra hours to make up the money to buy this.
We used to visit these places on our bikes and as mine drak up the entire tank I used to piggy back on my room mates bike
This particular sunday, after our noon lunch at the hostel mess. We decided that today we get to KRS and spend the evening there and return late at night. As agreed 6 bikes left the hostel campus and we were 12 of us. A couple of kms away- as if it was gods wanting- four of the bikes conked off and whatever we did it never started. We were horrified to see all the four going down at the same time. My friends started harping that it was a bad omen and we have to return back. We got to the mechanic and he reported that some one has tampered with the spark plug and the key hole( it happens in hostels) when u are asleep seniors flick one of the juniors bike empty the tank and keep ti back..We relaized that the day was wasted and we have to return back.
The mechanic heard our discussion and he mentioned that he can work on the bike and his home being adjacent to the shop will repair all the four bikes and we can collect it on our way back. He showed us to a bus stand right opp his shop and said “There a a lot of private buses that goes to krs and on ur way back u can board any private bus and he will stop at this shop- u can know of my door and pick up ur bikes” we agreed and parked our vehicles and waited for the buses.We are more used to moving around in our college buses or private buses and never had any experience of such private buses. One bus came in after 15 mins and to my horror the bus was almost 45deg off the road. The crowd was enough to fill two of such buses and people sat on the top of the bus too( our college is in the outskirts and it is easier to go from there to KRS)
We said we shall catch the next bus and waited. Another came and this one beat the earlier one with the degree of tilt. We left this one too and then decided that we shall stay at this place if this happens and decided we catch the next one in.
We all were quite handsome( we are still :)) and were were all in neat jeans and tees with all sorts of wordings on the tees… Some fad those days. The next one came in and we rushed to the nearest door available. Thre wre some people who wanted to get down and for them to come down the entire lot have to get down and then climb up. So we thought that we have to go on foot board( remembered dad saying – never on foot board…will cane you if I see you ..) I continued and all of us boarded the bus. i cant say boarded as all of us were actually outside the bus swinging. We had actually boarded the bus from teh front. Men use the back door and women the front door. But the crowded bus did not give us any option but to hang out. After 2-3 stops a major chunk of people got down and we had a chance to squeeze into the bus…
I got into the bus and was dazzled to see the entire women crowd staring at us as if we have comitted a crime. It is actually not allowed for men to get to the womens section. But looking at us decent boy the conductor never asked us or chucked us out. So i went and stood behind the driver. A lot of women were standing near and next to me. I cant say standing- They were actually tring to stand as there was space only for one leg…we were actually laughing at this pathetic situation but what happended next is the most interesting part
There were three ladies who were almost sandwiched on me- 1 from the back and one from the front and one from teh right left was the window and hence i was being pushed and pressed from all the sides.The one in front was a lady with a orange saree- some wvillage women( married) she had a soft butt which was strongly pressed against my dick. To even change the position of my dick i did not have any space to move my hands in my pants. I was almost helpless.Whenever the bus jerked her butts kept on inching into my groin area. I said when am in it why not use the good times.
I somehoe managed to go down a little bit so that my dick was exactly to her butts and pressed it hard on her butt. The women realized- turned back and then again turned front. I kept on brushing my dick to her till it became very very hard.. At this point it was almost a 90deg and it was poking her butts all the time. the lady was talking to some one in front of her and that person moved to a different location and this lady got a breather and she turned towards her right and now her hips was facing me and she acted as if nothing happened. As soon as the bus started from this stop- The ladys right hand automatically was lovered so that the back of her hand touched my dick . she started to rub it and finally caught hold of the same . I wa amazed and got slightly afraid.
Here I am in a crazy 45deg tilted bus with a lady in the front catching my dick right next to her husband…
She started to press it so hard and she started to move it up and down…After a good amount of brushing i took my hand and took out my money purse and held it in my hand and the back of my hand touched her navel area. i exchanged the purse and put my hand on the navel and pressed her stomach, moved my hand a little above and touched her boobs. The best boobs that i have ever seen or touched. it was the hardest that i have touched till date. it must be a 34D kinds- not too big not too small- village girls are always nicely figured- i remembered one of my room mates mentioning it a couple of days back. I pressed her boobs and she actually allowed me to do all this – she immeiately turned to her back which is now to the window and gave me all liberty to start pressing her boobs as her saree access was more easier now. i slid my hand on her boobs and then into her saree itself trying to explore her pussh. the more she spread her legs the more my hande was into her saree. All this with people around.
While i was doing this I felt one more hand trying to rub on my dick and when i checked the lady( girl) next to me was actually trying to bring her hand to my dick to feel it. With one hand in the ladys saree i moved one hand to this girls hand and got it to my dick – she was shit scared first but i did not let the hand go and pressed her hand onmy dick . she retained it there and started pressing. I feel she wantd to feel it just. She was wearing a salwar kameez and looked like she was from the town and was quite well dressed- yes she was unmarried and seemed like a college girl. when her hand was moving on my dick , my left was in the ladys saree feeling and fingering her pussy, my right hand i pushed it inside the salwar trying to feel her g spot. she actually resisted this and immediately took her hand and got down the bus- leaving a wide space right in front of me- people turned to me and saw my one hand behind the women and with a hard on,
As the bu is sually crowded the space was quickly fille dup with a small girl- aged around 14-15 yrs well nice rounded boobs.. not too small- but yes small. she had a nice figure too for a girl. her mom, her brother and her entire family got on the bus and they as i presumed were off to krs too. This girl came and stood right in front of me and some how her other family members were sent to the back. the bus was again crowded. the aunty nexct to me took off my hand and started talking to her husband next to her as they were planning to get down. i had to get down to catch her but her hubby being there – i decided not to.I then had heard of school girls wanting to have pleasure and decided to check on this one and slowly slid my hands on her butts – it was hard as a rock- usually women have soft ones. She turned back and scoffed. I then pushed my hardon to her and it actually touched her waist and her right hand. This went on and she too realized that i was doing this and she moved a little further and stpped up on a platform. Now this girl was right my height – I then dont know how I got the courage i moved my hand on her skirt and slid it from below right to her panty. i could feel her shifvers but she never uttered a word. i moved my hand on her thighs and her butts and move it to the front touching her G spot – pressed it once and she let out a sigh. i moved my finger from the panty side and slit it in her pussy- felt her hairs and slid it inside. the girl now wa holding a railing and she put her head on her hand and closed her eyes.
The bus was almost nearing KRs-another 5-6 stops- 30 more mins.. As i was finger fucking her she was closing her eyes and enjoying all the time. Or was she scared to complain to her mom. She allowed me to do this and then i realized that she had cum- my hands got all sticky and was full of her cum. i still went ahead and finger fucked her and she had actually spread her legs to let my fingers in. suddenly she pushed my hand and strightened up. I realized that this girl will now complain. But to my surprise she turned to me and stood. I then realized that she was wearing a shirt with buttons in the front and she actually was offering me her boobs to press on. By the time i actually could unbutton her shirt the final stop came in. I then went close to her ears and asked her phone number. She said she stays in bangalore, and she is here at her aunts house and she will go back tomorrow . I told her that i am from bangalore too . she mentioned her address in Frazer town- land mark and gave her number- The toughest thing that i had to do was memorize the number till the time i could get down. I immediately went to a nearby shop asked for a pen and wrote it down in a chit.
The girl and her family bought the tickets to KRS and disappeared in the crowd. I said let me catch her in Bangalore. and proceeded further . Went to KRS and we wre in time for the 7PM fountain show. Here again there were newly married couple watching this show and we had a good chance to look at passionate couples kissing each other and some trying to fondel their wives breasts etc et.We returned back picked up our bikes and came back to our hostels..Once in the hostel i told this to my other friends and they all actually enveyed as they took the seats in the bus as soonas they got one and no one realized that you actually get gang raped when u are in a womens section) and i actually liked it.
For the frazer town girl – I and she were in touch for more than 4-5 years and met up only about 3-4 times when we had a good time all day when she bunked college and we went to nandi hills and i had sex with her in wild. she also told me that she was fantasizing about this all through and even now whenever she calls or i call her- she wants me to do the same thing in the bus- Haha where will i go searcing for a bus for her:). she is married now.yeah I realized that she was a anglo indian only after i met her- not in the bus. She told me many things about angloindian girls being hot all the time etc etc…..However this incident is so very fresh in my mind that i though am married get a deep hardon each time I think about the way I was treated in the bus by three fantastic women/girls…Hope you guys liked my story. I shall write about the Anglo escapade in nandi hills some other day when I get some time.
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