At 38 I Was Man-Handled by unknown author

[hornydude2k]

He pulled up my sari and the petticoat to expose my legs up to just above my knees. I thanked my luck for he didn't go further. But my happiness was short lived, as I did not realize that although he did not pull up my sari, his hands had different plans. The man behind me grabbed me by my waist and pulled me back. This made me lose my balance as I lost the grip of the handle I was holding. As my entire weight fell on him, I felt his erection on my ass. He seemed really hard. He was about the same height as me. He now smelled my hair with deep breaths. He caught my long hair and swung it forward. By now the sitting person had his hand under the sari on my bare inner thigh. His hand moved upwards, reaching centimetres from my crotch. He stuck up his middle finger and brushed my slit over the panty. This made me weak in my knees and I also lost my grip on my purse, making it fall to the floor.

‘He will know now that I am wet and will get encouraged further', I thought.

I looked in his direction sneakily. He definitely had felt my wetness, as he held my sari with the other hand and brought the finger that had probed me to his nose. A wide grin appeared on his face. He looked at me and blew me a kiss and said something to his partner, pointing to his wet finger. And he then looked back to the man behind me and showed him the finger. As some light fell on his finger, even I could see it glistening with my juices. Seeing what this guy was showing him, the man behind me brought his face to my ears and whispered, "So I see you like to be handled by strangers in public." I moved my head sideways indicating a no. But I knew my body liked it. The man nudged the man sitting to my right with his erect tool in one hand, and signalled something that I could not see. Then he did the same to the k** standing on my left.

‘What the hell are these guys planning?' I thought.

I did not have to wait long. The two men on my sides started to lift up my sari from both sides. Very quickly it was pulled up to my thighs. I could feel the cold wind on my wet crotch. Next they tugged a couple of fingers in the thin elastic of my bikini panty and started to tug it down. Soon it was around my ankles. The k** to my left kept holding my sari it it's raised position and the guy sitting to my right nudged my leg to be raised. It was like my heart was totally out of my control. I lifted each leg one by one, letting him pick up my panty. I looked at the guy. He took it to his face and took a deep breath, and again started to rub his tool with it. His partner then did the same and then gave it to the man standing behind me. He had by now fingered my crotch over the sari with his left hand. He took my bikini panty with his right hand.

"See how wet you are", he said, bringing my underwear to my face. It was soaking wet.

‘What is happening to me', I said to myself.

By now, the men to my sides had raised my sari almost up to my crotch. I couldn't believe that nobody in the bus knew what was happening. I had lost track of time. I did not know where the bus had reached. Very few people had got down. Everybody seemed to be going to the last stop. The man behind me now took charge of holding up my sari. He loosened his grip over my crotch, and then raised my sari all the way up to my waist. He then put his bare hands on my lower abdomen just below where my petticoat was tied. I could feel the cold wind hitting against my bare cunt. The k** standing to my left had started to caress my thighs. At the same time, the man to my right brought his left hand to my pussy. He pulled apart my cunt lips with two fingers and pushed in his middle finger. A gasp escaped my mouth and my head fell back on the shoulder of the man behind me. To add to my excitement and humiliation, the man behind me stretched out his middle finger of the hand holding up my sari and started to nudge my clit.