Hi Friends, I am Sanjay from Delhi and below I am sharing with you one of real life experiences of a very good friend of mine.
In her very own words:
I am Chithra. I would like to share my experience with you. This happened recently. I amIn my early thirties, married still in shape. (My stats are 5 ft 7″ tall, fair and 36C 30 38). Inormally wear saree every day and usually prefer to wear it low-hip, exposing the deepnavel as it suits my height. I also secretly enjoy the stares & peeks I receive when thepallu drifts a bit, to the side. The incident I am about to narrate, happened in one of myBus journeys at Chennai.
Sometimes when the bus is crowded there will be some strange hand trying to caress mybutt, and after a while, sensing the lack of resistance, usually advance the hand to mybare hip. I like this part especially since I am ticklish around my hips & belly and getvery excited when caressed there. My courage level usually ends there and I would startshowing some resistance and the hand would vanish as fast as it had app eared.
One evening , I had to go shopping and return and I had gotten a bit more courageousthan most of the days.. decided to go panty less. I was wearing a maroon saree, matchingblouse and black brassiere and petticoat. I finished my shopping and was returningAround 7.30 pm in the evening. The bus i boarded was too crowded that day and thejourney would be an half hour. I was sandwiched in the middle of the bus. I was standingright smack at the centre of the bus, resting my shopping bags on the floor between mylegs. I had to lift both my hands over my head to hold the overhead railings since the ridewas especially jerky. It had gotten dark outside and the light inside was too dim. Myalready low hip saree dropped a notch further below my waist that evening because ofmy awkward standing posture.
It was only a matter of time. There was that anticipated hand from a stranger from theback resting on my butt lightly. I couldn’t feel it at first, as it was too crowded , until thehand firmly rested on my back. I had a chill running over my spine when I realized that Iwasn’t wearing panties too that day. Perhaps the stranger had realized it at the same timeas he started cupping my bare butt through my saree and started running his fingers alongthe crevice. Inspite of my long tired day, I was beginning to get ex cited. The one thing Inoticed was that the person standing behind me (whoever that was?!!) was too short. Hewas only to my shoulder level I guess. He rested his other hand on my bare waist. Hishand was surprisingly soft and tender.
Hi left hand was resting at the area where i had tucked my saree into my petticoat at mywaist for a long time. I didn’t pay particular attention to it as his right hand which wascaressing my back had circled in front by my right side, pushed my pallu deftly, rested onmy bare belly ,moments later discovered my deep navel and was fingering it. Myexcitement was certainly building up and I was holding the railing tighter . I completelyfailed to realize what his other hand was doing all this time.. He was slowly taking mysaree tucks out of my petticoat while he was fingering my navel.. now, my petticoat knotcame out completely in view as my saree folds in that area has been expertly loosened byhim, and i was blissfully unaware of this still, while his fingers were resting lightly on theknot.. ( He could see this clear and close since he was much shorter than I ).
He was beginning to loosen the knot of my petticoat, and lo!! I came to my senses. Hehad already gone too far ahead and the moment he sensed that I had found out what he wasup to, he yanked the knot and loosened it so quick that I had no time to react. The nextthing I felt was my petticoat loosening around my hip and his hand resting onmy bare hip inside while his right hand securely gripping my saree and my nowcompletely loose petticoat, firmly so it stay on my hip. I was thinking about my options..With my position , with my hands over my head and legs holding the shopping bags , inthe uncomfortable position he caught me. – completely! I was too scared to imagine mypetticoat dropping in public , in a bus. I don’t want a scene. So, I turned my head andwhispered as softly as I could over my shoulder, to the person behind – “Tie t back!Please” . I could see the smug smile on the greasy face and a satisfied nod ( indicating“I got u ” ) from him in the fraction of a second I managed to see his face. I was somortified and embarrassed , that I couldn’t face him an y longer and turned back. He, nowused his left hand to hold my petticoat & saree in place while he brought his right handaround me and inserted it through my loosened petticoat to rest on my bare right buttcheak!
He slowly started executing his game plan. He enjoyed feeling my bare flesh around myhip & thigh region. His right hand loitered there for a while. (I just noticed that it was verysoft too! ) He moved his hand again from my hip to the b ack, resting his palm on my buttcheek, enjoying the sensation of my bare round butt.. He needed the flesh in the regionand pinched me there. I could still not comprehend the face that all this was happening ina crowded bus. It was a bit too much beyond my wildest imagination. He moved hisfingers to run along my now moist butt crevice, sending shocks all over me. My onlyreaction was to clutch the rails tighter. His finger travelled from top to bottom , up &down along the crevice . He seemed to have enjoyed it very much. He then rested it onmy anus..I was totally unprepared for this, because even my husband hasn’t touched methere . He attempted one hard push with his finger making me stand on tip toes and gasp.
His fingers loitered there a bit longer and moved down targeting the prime spot now. Hisfingers reached the base of my pussy lips from behind through my already spread legs(since my shopping bags were in between my legs). I involuntarily spread my thighs a bitmore wide and his middle finger easily entered my now very wet pussy lips. He managedto insert another finger too as my thigh is now spread wide enough. My excitement wasmounting and i was beginning to get scared more at the same time. He started wigglinghis fingers inside my pussy while i was standing there horrified and helpless (excitednevertheless ) His index finger found the skin of my clit and started applying pressurethere.
There was a bus stop and a reshuffle in the crowd by then. We were pushed from behindand i had to move one step forward. He held me in the same position and we movedforward. It was a very weird feeling to move my legs with a stranger’s fingers in mypussy. I was beginning to get concerned and scared more while he continued to massagemy clit..and pinch my outer lips with his thumb. I was close to cumming, but didn’t wantthat to happen on a bus ,since I am loud normally. I was getting so scared. I turned and whispered… to him again “please stop now… and tie it back”. He seemed to think a bitFor a while and decided to remove his fingers from my pussy. I relaxed and sighed.
While taking out his now wet fingers he quickly inserted his index finger in my anus andgave a shove. It went in this time, as it was wet. In addition, I gave a sharp yelp a d tip toed againsince I was not at all prepared again. The person standing in front turned back to look atme. I was profusely sweating and managed a meek smile. One third of his finger mushhave been through i guess and he was wiggling g it for a while making me jerk at will ..Then he decided to take it out and took his time to shabbily tie my petticoat.I eased up a bit and lowered my left hand and adjusted the saree and tucked it inside thepetticoat. I was looking positively horrible. He continued to rest his hand on my barebelly inside the pallu and his hard on was pressing on my butt now. This is familiar to methough . He took the hand above and managed to give a squeeze to my left tit. B y thenthere was a bus stop nearing, and i decided enough is enough and felt too scared to takemore risks that day. I got quickly freed from him and managed to get down the bus withmy bags.
I rushed straight to the restaurant nearby and off I went to the toilet there .. ended upcumming there . I securely tied my petticoat and adjusted the saree and had a coffeethere to calm down a bit and came out of the restaurant. The little beggar (my hero?) wasstanding at the bus stop, staring at me with a sly smile . He had got to look at me insome light from the front too.. (Almost nothing left for imagination now) . I didn’t have thenerve to wait there any longer ,so I had quickly hailed for an auto and reached home. Thatnight, at home I had the best sex till date. (Un) fortunately, I had never managed to find the guy again though.
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