Adultery Kalpana : What a Day!! **

[randomguy123]

I did manage to move up from the last step and inside the bus somehow. I could sense that the person caressing my butt was standing right behind me. I could smell the odor emanating from the mixture of a musky scent and his sweat. He was literally breathing right at my neck as I was standing awkwardly bracing my bags to my body. I dismissed the thought of keeping the bags on the floor, as the floor was completely wet. My pallu was around my neck as I dropped it off my head once I was inside the bus. The murky light in the bus was doing no good to illuminate. Though it was just four in the afternoon the bus was so dark because of the dark clouds and the heavy rain. He placed his palm lightly on my wet saree again, seeing no resistance from me. I decided to bear with him, as my home is just 2 stops away. The bus was inching away slowly due to the crowd and heavy rain. Personally, I am much grateful to be inside the bus rather than standing at the bus stop. I should stop at this point and tell a bit about myself. I am a housewife, 35 years old. Due to the nature of my husband’s job we move places quite frequently. We moved into this town a couple of months back and things are still quite new to me. I look fairly attractive. I am 5 ft 7” tall and fair complexioned with an attractive face. I still get those lusty looks from passersby as I walk in the street which I take pride of secretly. I am 36C 30 38, quite curvy at the right places. Back to the bus, the stranger’s wet hands are now prodding those well-formed butt cheeks over my wet saree. He could feel the features of my butt and my panty line quite clearly as the wet saree was clinging on me like a second skin. I could feel his hands allover my butt and his fingers lethargically tracing the line of my crevice. He seemed to like the shape of my butt formed over my saree as more and more of its contour was getting exposed as his fingers pushed the thin wet saree material deeper into the crack. At one point I could fell his thumbs from left hands pushing my cheeks and the rest of the fingers caught the elastic of my panty line from my left butt cheek over the saree and dug the saree deeper into the panty. He seems to be enjoying thoroughly as he pushed my panty towards my butt crevice and managed to stuff it in the gap with some force that made me gasp. The wet saree and petticoat could now make free contact on my left butt and his palm totally rested there. Over the saree and petticoat he was taking his time kneading the flesh there while his right hand reached for the exposed bare skin at my midriff.