28-02-2019, 11:30 PM
Hi, I decided to post this story in the perspective of the woman involved in this. I hope you guys can enjoy it better…
…My name is hameeda bint ahlam. I was born, and grown, in the central province, or the hill country. I did my college education here and was selected for science faculty of the mist famous university of this province.
After 4 years, I received my special degree. Now I am working as a demonstrator in this university and as a visiting lecturer in the university of the capital, which is situated about 150 km away from here.
Oh I forgot to say something important. I was later married to a man from my religion…according to how my name sounds, you know what that is…named Omar, so now I am hameeda Omar. He is somewhat conservative man but he allowed my free will. He liked me to wear somewhat fancy dresses rather than our modest religious clothing.
Now he is a man of the type I was looking for. I always loved to dress somewhat revealing dresses. Here, usually though women do not tend to wear sari that often, in tradition, Buddhist women, who are the majority religion here, tend to wear it on occasions where casual dresses do not make it, like my job, where most of them, and some of my religion as well.
I usually wear a very low cut sari jacket, which reveals much of my breast and also, almost all of my upper back, as well as my belly and waist. About my sari, though it is very translucent, I wear it tight to expose my curves.
My measurements are 38-24-32 and I was always proud of my body. My skin is much whitish, and with a pointed nose and thin lips, you now know how I look. I wear a sleeveless sari jacket so maximum of me is exposed. I wear a head cover only to signify my religion. Though my head cover covers the middle portion of my upper back, as much of me is already exposed, I always had the looks of men on me. But no matter what kinda crowded bud I traveled, they never tried to touch me so I was confidently teasing them…until that fateful day!
It was a Friday. I had to depart for capital as I had to put a lecture in the university there. It was about 10am when I was leaving, having a 6 hr trip ahead and then, at 5pm I had to start the other lecture.
I got on the bus from the junction which was the closest to the university. As the bus was a bit crowded, I had to stay standing. I was standing near the back foot board, holding two handlebars of two consecutive seats. Men had already started staring at me, no matter young, middle aged or old, but they soon became uninterested because of my head cover. As Buddhists, they believed a woman with a covered head is disrespecting herself.
Then I saw this tall stud a few ft away from me. He was a little more than 6 ft tall, I guess because my height is 5 ft 9 inch, and to his suit he seemed pretty big. The hands of his shirt were bent to his elbows and his muscular forearms were visible. He seemed pretty strong as well. I thought for a while, and then remembered that I had seen him somewhere…yes! I have seen him in the university! Is he working there?
When I saw him, I saw him looking at me as well. His eyes are among the kindest looking eyes I have ever seen. He had grown thick side burns on his cheeks, which made him look somewhat dangerous as well. He looked at me and I saw him sneaking through the crowd to reach towards me. He was very big, so people get easily scared of his appearance. Anyway, he slowly sneaked through the crowd to reach me.
He came to me. I smiled at him, unintentionally. He seemed like a very good person. Then he started talking.
In the beginning, I was reluctant to respond but his boldness and confidence made me feel safe with him, so I talked back.
He was working as a mathematics tutor. He was going home then. We were still standing.
When the bus got more crowded and crowded, he came behind me and now because of the big crowd, his body was pressed against mine. I had never experienced such crowds before…not while I was standing so it was upsetting. I felt his muscular body through his dress. It was a great feeling.
After sometime, I felt a hand of someone on my waist. I looked at it and saw it was imad.
“Imad…what are you doing? Leave it” I said as I pusher his hand away.
What is wrong with this guy?
After a while, I started feeling his hands on me again, this time, both his hands, on both sides of my waist. I did not say anything, as I was afraid to create a scene. I tried my best to push how hands but this time, he would not allow me. He started rubbing my waist up and down, and at the same time, started kissing my revealed upper back.
I was shocked and so now unable to do anything. Even my hands felt blocked. I never expected this from a guy who talks and looks like him. I thought Buddhist guys are always good.
After a while, his hands went upwards and started squeezing my boobs through my jacket and bra, below my head cover. I was getting scared but all I could do against was pulling down my head cover a bit so i was sure his hands are not exposed. His chin was on my left shoulder, and he was looking down. He was trying to make sure his movements are not seen to the outside.
My boobs are comparatively big. Even Omar had admired me a lot because of that. But this time, imad seemed to have no problem groping each of them in a single hand of his. He probably had big hands.
After a while, he kissed me a few times on my shoulder and neck. Then, I felt him sliding his left upwards on my breast and his right hand down on my belly. Then, they all started going beyond borders.
His left hand slid into my jacket and then my bra from the upper opening and started groping my right boob. Simultaneously, his right hand slid into my sari, and started rubbing my pussy over my panty. All the sensations had made my clit and my nipples erect, but this was way beyond my expectations. When teasing men, I never expected that to go this far.
Enough is enough! I got some courage, looked into his eyes and said,
-Imad! Leave me!-
His response was unexpected. He smiled and said,
-Hameeda, you are even more beautiful when you are angry-
Then he kissed my left cheek. That did not work.
I tried to walk away so that it would put his hands outta my dress but he was tightly holding me against him, not allowing me. Oh no! Can I never get free of him?
He was rubbing his finger tips against my right boob, which he was groping and that sent currents through my body. Same about when he was rubbing my clit through my panty. Slight moans were trying to escape from me, because of this unendurable pleasure. I tightly shut my mouth with my left hand, with my right hand still holding the handlebar.
I was feeling so helpless. I had no idea where he would stop. His eyes still had the same compassionate and kind look but his hands were never that lovely on me. I was so helpless that after a while, tears started dropping outta my eyes. I closed my eyes in an attempt to stop them but to no avail. They kept dripping until they were on his hands. It changed the situation a lot.
He suddenly pulled his hands outta my dress, and rubbing my right arm with his right arm, he held my face with his left arm and turned towards him.
-Oh I am sorry, hameeda. Are you crying? Sorry dear…here, wipe your tears-
He gave me a tissue. I wiped my tears. He cuddled me into him, kissed my shoulders and neck and kept his chin on my right shoulder. I placed my right hand on his arms. I was speechless. He felt great against my body.
-I feel so happy to see you today, hameeda-
I just smiled at him. After a while, the sleeping passengers in the corner seat and the seat by it stood up to get off. Imad soon pushed me to the corner seat and sat by the other seat.
I knew he had more plans for me.
As soon as we were seated, he put his right arm around my neck. I was seated at the right most seat. He hid his hand below my head cover and on my right boob. I was hesitant.
-Imad…still not gonna stop?-
That was all I could ask. He smiled and said,
-Mh…do not be scared, hameeda. Nothing to worry about. You will never be hurt. Trust me-
I whispered into his ear.
-What if my husband finds out?-
He took up my left hand and looked at my wedding ring for a while. Then, still holding and squeezing my hand, he said,
-He will not. I will not tell him…i guess I do nit even know him-
Maybe he knows him, maybe not. Why should I expose myself? Then I will have to do as he says!
After a while, his right hand again slid into my bra and started squeezing my left boob, rubbing his fingertips on my nipple. That was an immense feeling. But I also felt ashamed that I let this unknown man use me like this. Oh god! Please forgive me for this!
I bit my lower lip to endure the pleasure. By then, it had god very dark around as well. He kept enjoying my boob until the destination.
After we got off, he took a taxi, dropped me at the university and left. I hoped not to see him ever again…not in any alone and helpless conditions like what I just went through…
…My name is hameeda bint ahlam. I was born, and grown, in the central province, or the hill country. I did my college education here and was selected for science faculty of the mist famous university of this province.
After 4 years, I received my special degree. Now I am working as a demonstrator in this university and as a visiting lecturer in the university of the capital, which is situated about 150 km away from here.
Oh I forgot to say something important. I was later married to a man from my religion…according to how my name sounds, you know what that is…named Omar, so now I am hameeda Omar. He is somewhat conservative man but he allowed my free will. He liked me to wear somewhat fancy dresses rather than our modest religious clothing.
Now he is a man of the type I was looking for. I always loved to dress somewhat revealing dresses. Here, usually though women do not tend to wear sari that often, in tradition, Buddhist women, who are the majority religion here, tend to wear it on occasions where casual dresses do not make it, like my job, where most of them, and some of my religion as well.
I usually wear a very low cut sari jacket, which reveals much of my breast and also, almost all of my upper back, as well as my belly and waist. About my sari, though it is very translucent, I wear it tight to expose my curves.
My measurements are 38-24-32 and I was always proud of my body. My skin is much whitish, and with a pointed nose and thin lips, you now know how I look. I wear a sleeveless sari jacket so maximum of me is exposed. I wear a head cover only to signify my religion. Though my head cover covers the middle portion of my upper back, as much of me is already exposed, I always had the looks of men on me. But no matter what kinda crowded bud I traveled, they never tried to touch me so I was confidently teasing them…until that fateful day!
It was a Friday. I had to depart for capital as I had to put a lecture in the university there. It was about 10am when I was leaving, having a 6 hr trip ahead and then, at 5pm I had to start the other lecture.
I got on the bus from the junction which was the closest to the university. As the bus was a bit crowded, I had to stay standing. I was standing near the back foot board, holding two handlebars of two consecutive seats. Men had already started staring at me, no matter young, middle aged or old, but they soon became uninterested because of my head cover. As Buddhists, they believed a woman with a covered head is disrespecting herself.
Then I saw this tall stud a few ft away from me. He was a little more than 6 ft tall, I guess because my height is 5 ft 9 inch, and to his suit he seemed pretty big. The hands of his shirt were bent to his elbows and his muscular forearms were visible. He seemed pretty strong as well. I thought for a while, and then remembered that I had seen him somewhere…yes! I have seen him in the university! Is he working there?
When I saw him, I saw him looking at me as well. His eyes are among the kindest looking eyes I have ever seen. He had grown thick side burns on his cheeks, which made him look somewhat dangerous as well. He looked at me and I saw him sneaking through the crowd to reach towards me. He was very big, so people get easily scared of his appearance. Anyway, he slowly sneaked through the crowd to reach me.
He came to me. I smiled at him, unintentionally. He seemed like a very good person. Then he started talking.
In the beginning, I was reluctant to respond but his boldness and confidence made me feel safe with him, so I talked back.
He was working as a mathematics tutor. He was going home then. We were still standing.
When the bus got more crowded and crowded, he came behind me and now because of the big crowd, his body was pressed against mine. I had never experienced such crowds before…not while I was standing so it was upsetting. I felt his muscular body through his dress. It was a great feeling.
After sometime, I felt a hand of someone on my waist. I looked at it and saw it was imad.
“Imad…what are you doing? Leave it” I said as I pusher his hand away.
What is wrong with this guy?
After a while, I started feeling his hands on me again, this time, both his hands, on both sides of my waist. I did not say anything, as I was afraid to create a scene. I tried my best to push how hands but this time, he would not allow me. He started rubbing my waist up and down, and at the same time, started kissing my revealed upper back.
I was shocked and so now unable to do anything. Even my hands felt blocked. I never expected this from a guy who talks and looks like him. I thought Buddhist guys are always good.
After a while, his hands went upwards and started squeezing my boobs through my jacket and bra, below my head cover. I was getting scared but all I could do against was pulling down my head cover a bit so i was sure his hands are not exposed. His chin was on my left shoulder, and he was looking down. He was trying to make sure his movements are not seen to the outside.
My boobs are comparatively big. Even Omar had admired me a lot because of that. But this time, imad seemed to have no problem groping each of them in a single hand of his. He probably had big hands.
After a while, he kissed me a few times on my shoulder and neck. Then, I felt him sliding his left upwards on my breast and his right hand down on my belly. Then, they all started going beyond borders.
His left hand slid into my jacket and then my bra from the upper opening and started groping my right boob. Simultaneously, his right hand slid into my sari, and started rubbing my pussy over my panty. All the sensations had made my clit and my nipples erect, but this was way beyond my expectations. When teasing men, I never expected that to go this far.
Enough is enough! I got some courage, looked into his eyes and said,
-Imad! Leave me!-
His response was unexpected. He smiled and said,
-Hameeda, you are even more beautiful when you are angry-
Then he kissed my left cheek. That did not work.
I tried to walk away so that it would put his hands outta my dress but he was tightly holding me against him, not allowing me. Oh no! Can I never get free of him?
He was rubbing his finger tips against my right boob, which he was groping and that sent currents through my body. Same about when he was rubbing my clit through my panty. Slight moans were trying to escape from me, because of this unendurable pleasure. I tightly shut my mouth with my left hand, with my right hand still holding the handlebar.
I was feeling so helpless. I had no idea where he would stop. His eyes still had the same compassionate and kind look but his hands were never that lovely on me. I was so helpless that after a while, tears started dropping outta my eyes. I closed my eyes in an attempt to stop them but to no avail. They kept dripping until they were on his hands. It changed the situation a lot.
He suddenly pulled his hands outta my dress, and rubbing my right arm with his right arm, he held my face with his left arm and turned towards him.
-Oh I am sorry, hameeda. Are you crying? Sorry dear…here, wipe your tears-
He gave me a tissue. I wiped my tears. He cuddled me into him, kissed my shoulders and neck and kept his chin on my right shoulder. I placed my right hand on his arms. I was speechless. He felt great against my body.
-I feel so happy to see you today, hameeda-
I just smiled at him. After a while, the sleeping passengers in the corner seat and the seat by it stood up to get off. Imad soon pushed me to the corner seat and sat by the other seat.
I knew he had more plans for me.
As soon as we were seated, he put his right arm around my neck. I was seated at the right most seat. He hid his hand below my head cover and on my right boob. I was hesitant.
-Imad…still not gonna stop?-
That was all I could ask. He smiled and said,
-Mh…do not be scared, hameeda. Nothing to worry about. You will never be hurt. Trust me-
I whispered into his ear.
-What if my husband finds out?-
He took up my left hand and looked at my wedding ring for a while. Then, still holding and squeezing my hand, he said,
-He will not. I will not tell him…i guess I do nit even know him-
Maybe he knows him, maybe not. Why should I expose myself? Then I will have to do as he says!
After a while, his right hand again slid into my bra and started squeezing my left boob, rubbing his fingertips on my nipple. That was an immense feeling. But I also felt ashamed that I let this unknown man use me like this. Oh god! Please forgive me for this!
I bit my lower lip to endure the pleasure. By then, it had god very dark around as well. He kept enjoying my boob until the destination.
After we got off, he took a taxi, dropped me at the university and left. I hoped not to see him ever again…not in any alone and helpless conditions like what I just went through…
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