Adultery Soumya: Dream of everybody II

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PART B, Chapter 1

Geeta Starts her descriptions about the incidents, which had happened in her life and changed herself drastically.....

My dad is a Central Government’s employ and on transferable job you know, so that’s why we have to be shifted to many places throughout India. Right before this city, we had been staying at Kolkata for few years. 

The city is very friendly, you know...

I had to go collage by auto rickshaw. There were no metered autos like Delhi or Bangaluru, 

only shared ones were available. At first my mom was concerned about it, but one of my aunty, or you can say 

my mom’s closed friend there, Shila aunty, assured that at Kolkata women are very safe. Without consent, 

if anybody put hand on a female, than the result would be terrible for offender.

So my journey in auto was started one day, but to my astonishment, I had to found out that though it was a shared vehicle, it would take four passengers instated of three. Three at back and one at the front seat beside driver’s left side.

At that time I was a little bit anxious and a little bit of curious about being in closed quarter with male persons in a cramped place because I was a shy and not fond of boys at collage and college.

(Though one incident had changed my perception and thinking about male, basically low class male on that time.)

One day returning early after finishing our game with the friends of the complex, I entered our flat, without any usual banging of the door and shouting to mom for snacks, because I was deeply engrossed.

I was totally engrossed in some weird and strange thinking. At the play court, when I was skipping rope, 

three persons were observing us keenly. We were playing four girls there, only me was quite developed, 

and other three were little bit skinny.

As my boobs were heavy despite my early age and bounce a lot, though held tightly in the bra even in 

normal time, so when I was jumping the rope they were jiggling like jelly filled balloons. I was wearing thin T-shirt, therefore while playing, by hooping and jumping it was making friction with my nipples to making them hard and protruded enough to be visible from distance.

Those three men were ogling me like hungry Hyenas, and in my subconscious mind I was feeling delighted 

and also thought that it was somewhat right thing to be happened and a hot sparkling was spreading out in my lower

 abdomen. I was enjoying that a lot without my friend’s knowledge. 

Out of the three men, one was our complex watchman,Ravi, other two were 

drivers of different flat owners. Ravi had a small room at back side for him, where he live. 

His partner for other shift stays outside.

Nowadays I was feeling many strange sensations throughout my body, hot flashes in body, throbbing pains in my 

breasts which had to be rubbed on bed roughly for a relief and pressing pillow to my hot tingling pussy for the same. 

Above it all  today, those men’s ugly yet interesting gaze making my pussy more spasming. Ohh... tonight I had to use cloth clips again. ( that is another story)

Thinking this and that, I was entering into my room but heard a husky female voice telling something to my mom. 

By the familiar tone I recognised the owner of the voice. Oh.. It was Shila aunty, but why she was using so low voice? 

Was she telling some taboo thing? My curiosity increased tenfold, and I crept alongside 

the half closed window until I could hear clearly.

Shila - Sharmila you could not believe what was Rajesh become now.

Sharmila ( Geeta’s mom )- Ok.. what’s wrong? You both are made for each other. Any problem? 

Tell me openly, It will be totally secure. Is he seeing other woman?

Shila -  Ohh.. aree.. no no.. You know that that’s not the problem. I am open to that, in fact we both 

are open about that. Problem is he is now more open about me. 

And for that, those things happened on Wednessday. 

 

Sharmila with renewed interested asked , Ok.. now tell me in details what happened, what had you done,you kinky animal.

Shila – On Wednesday evening we were coming back from a relative’s house by bus, as it was crowded, inside the bus we were separated. I had to stand in front of a male seat, holding the over head hand rail with both hand to keep balance properly. Due to holding over head rail with both hand over my head my breasts were thrust out in front .

Though those were covered by saree but my blouse covered  heavy perky breasts were impossible to be 

hidden by simple saree pallu.My 36 size breasts were trying to escape the confine of thin blouse, and even 

more dangerous thing was that my navel was visible due to un tucking of the pallu from the side due to gathering.

 Making the mater worst, were the jerking of the said bus. The crowded bus was lurching ahead and making me quite 

unbalanced with two heavy bouncing globes.

   

My heaving boobs were missing the head of a man, seating in front of me by just half an inch, 

and it might be my imagination but he somehow had managed to stick out his head more towards my bouncing breasts.

 Any moments my breasts could press itself to his mouth. As strong as could, I was trying to brace myself to hold out, 

but the devil lurching bus would surely fail me.

The man of the front was a lower class labour, a little shabby dress with a jute bag on his lap. He was a wicked devil I assumed, because few minutes ago he was devouring my breast with his hungry eyes. I could not blame him for that, 

if two heavy ripe and soft breasts were let dangling in front of a man, how could he resist? Especially if the said

 man was happen to be a low class? Also I do not hate those types of men. I have some feeling about them. 

I admire their raw power, their sexual appetite.

But I was marking that man as naughty and mischievous, because now he was pretending to be 

sleeping and sticking out his head more. By this if he struck his head on my boobs nobody could 

have complained. It would be an accident. Really very sexy accident indeed.

Very naughty person, mentally I was telling him but I was not getting angry upon him at the same time somehow. Thinking a little naughtily, I was also wishing, let him have had his hope fulfilled.  

As sooner as my wish ended the horrible bus had given a sudden lurch and I had to swing myself to keep 

balance and holaa... his face struck my breast meat deeply. His face embedded into it. My face became hot, 

eyes closed involuntary. He looked at me with dreamy eyes; with a little wicked smile he said sorry memsahib. 

With his eyes he gave me silent compliments.... woahhh what a pair of boobs.

I was feeling tingling all over. I usually feel this type of kinky enjoyment whenever get to chance

 incidents with low class men. I have some deep fantasy with them also and already discussed it with my husband.  

With a same wave length between ourselves he also enjoys this type kinky fantasies and we role played on that 

theme many times ago.

So, within few minutes another smaller lurch came, but behaving as I got a big one and thrust out my 

boobs to his mouth, without missing a bit he also embed his mouth into my cleavage. Another jerk came

 and this time on my thrusted out left boob, he pressed in his open mouth. A shiver ran out throughout my spine. 

My legs became weak. With half closed eyes I observed my both side for any onlooker. As the place was quite 

bit dark and everybody were tired as they were, so there were nobody to be alarmed.

But there were no more luck and no more jerks anymore. So we both behaved ourselves. Suddenly 

I felt two fingers were creasing my thighs, that devil was rubbing his fingers and palms on my legs

 hiding between jute sack. So clever, So kinky.

Hairs on my back had started to stand out , It seem there were no more power in my legs to stand , it was

 my time to open my mouth to a silent O.

With trembling feet I opened my legs wide and pressed to his fingers.

 

I wished he would probed his finger into my pussy, alas he was real mischievous person, 

he pressed and rubbed all over my thighs and near about my V , but carefully avoided my 

sensitive hungry pussy.

Suddenly a stop’s name was announced, Bigbazar,Bigbazar, ,,, and hurriedly that person stood up to get 

down at that stop. That mischievous, cruel one, Who purposely, did not give me my pleasure. I wished 

I could bite his ear. But before leaving the bus when passing by me, in a low voice he told, Memsaheb, 

You were a very kind and good person. If you wish you could come down this stop, we had a shack near 

there and could have more intense fun.

I felt dumbstruck for a moment, than a thought stuck me , ohh what a good opportunity it could be. 

Would it be possible to happen? Could we do it? On that time Rajesh came to my side , and asked , 

what happened? Any wrong thing happened?

I told him, Lets got down please, and then I would say. Hurriedly we came down from the bus. The 

stop was far from our destination, so hubby asked me, why did we have to get down here? What thing 

did I want here? By corner of the eye I already had seen that man who was standing a little bit away.

 

Somehow astonished he was thinking would his wild dream could come true

Hurriedly I told my hubby what had happened in bus, what thing that man proposed.

Hearing this hubby became excited. He told ohh my God, I could not fathom it, unbelievable. 

I am so turned on I could not say. What do you think, we could handle it? If we go on , and it’s not a 

known place to us , and if the person comes out untrustworthy??

I told, Let take the risk. I feel that person is OK. My sixth sense is telling so so. 

And what could more wrong can be happened.

So my hubby told me to go ahead. With trembling legs and thumping heart I slowly walked 

towards that person, where he was standing by.

 

To be continued...