Adultery A Night of Error - (Completed)

[usaiha2]

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An air of foul smell was coming from his mouth, and entered in to the nostrils of Usha. It was a mix of smell of cheap country made wine, the person had taken and the smell of unbrushed teeth. May be, the person might not have brushed his teeth for 2/3 days. He was the dirtiest person Usha had ever seen in her life. She was very angry to that person, but understood the situation and kept quite. She coaxed her fate, and blamed God for the circumstances she was put in now, and praying God for reaching her destination as early as possible. The foul smell of the person's mouth, added with a strong body odor due to drenched sweating of the Sweeper was entering her nostrils. She pressed her nostrils with two fingers to overcome this, as if smell was coming from a Drain.

Due to sudden stopping of the Bus and jolt, she felt the touch of Body of that Sweeper. She hated, and despised this low class person. His father used to say that in olden times, these persons were untouchable by other high caste people, even; still in Rural India they were untouchable. Since, they were high caste *****; these people will not dare to even enter their house. Remembering this, she despised him more. To divert her mind, she started thinking about her masculine/handsome Vijay Bhaiya. She thought Alas! Vijay Bhaiya would have been in the place of this Sweeper then she would have enjoyed the body of Vijay Bhaiya.

The sweeper behind her adjusted his position, and ended up standing really close, touching her. The Bus was crowded, and she was too timid to object. The Bus screeched with a brake due to a stoppage, and the hand of the sweeper slipped off from the steel rod, and touched in reality, groped one of her boobs. Bit by bit, he edged closer and closer until, Usha felt his closeness of the body due to jerk of the Bus. She looked back at him to ascertain if it was a mistake. The sweeper smiled through his yellow teeth.

The Bus was so crowded that everybody literally squashed against each other. She just imagined it. But again his hand slipped in to her boob. She felt a little uncomfortable, and turned around and saw. It was the same old sweeper staring back at her with blank expression. She just gave him a semi hard intense look, and turned back. For around some minutes after, nothing happened, but suddenly, Usha felt his crotch against her hips and something poked her from behind.

The dense air inside the Bus carried the acrid smell of stale perfumes and hard sweat smell. She could almost feel a weird hardness, pressing her from behind on her butt. She knew well what it was. And it was not just a brush; he was literally pressing it against her. She was shocked to find that the old sweeper was rubbing her from the back under the excuse of Bus jerking. He was constantly moving back and forth making the best use of opportunity.

She glared at him, but just stood there doing nothing. She was so angry, and there was a sudden urge inside her to turn back, and slap the low class person. How dare he was to touch a beautiful high class girl.