11-04-2019, 11:49 AM
His eyes traveled to her full breasts accentuated by the saree drawn tight across them and then lower down to her waist, which was exposed, as she had worn the saree low, below her navel. The saree was flimsy and her dark blouse was clearly visible through it, and this scruffy fellow was stripping her nude with his eyes as she drew level with the car. The insolent fellow didn’t stop leching at her even as she spoke to him and asked “Can you take me to Mylapore?” In silent agreement, the passenger door swung open, and as she entered the cab, the driver turned around and gave her a slow once over, his gaze coming to a rest directly on her tits. Trisha felt a chill run down her spine as she realised that both of them were drunk.
She averted his eyes and settled down, fidgeting with her purse to keep her from looking at him. As he engaged gears, he reached up to adjust the rear view mirror and focussed it on her breasts. Trisha noticed this movement and looked up, as she did so, she came face to face with the helper who was now openly leering at her. As she gulped, she noticed the lecherous smile on his face as he turned his face away and looked at the driver. The driver met his gaze and also returned the same smile. It was almost as if an unspoken agreement had been signed. Trisha realized all this and almost panicked into jumping out of the speeding cab, but she tried to blame it all on her imagination and tried to stay calm. Home was a long way off.
The cab sped along deserted roads, and Trisha felt the tiredness begin to overtake her. She fought it as long as she could; yet she was unaware of the attention that the driver was paying at the rear view mirror. If only she knew that he was gazing at her lush breasts as they jiggled with every little pothole that the cab encountered. The breeze through the open window drove away her fears, but it also drove away her saree from her blouse, causing her right breast and deep scooped neckline to come into view. The driver noticed this and rubbed his hardening cock through his trousers.
Trisha was lost in her own thoughts and reminisced about the movie, she also worried about her car and failed to notice the helper stealing sidelong glances at her exposed blouse and midriff now and again. The breeze and the motion of the car soon began to have their effect on her, and though she tried her best to fight it, an euphoric tiredness began to take hold of her. She dreamt of her bed and how she would soon crash into it, totally exhausted.
As she dreamt, the breeze completely blew her saree off her shoulders and her heaving breasts clad in the low cut blouse, her fair stomach, accentuated by her deep dark navel, lay exposed for all to see. The cool breeze had caused her nipples to harden inside her flimsy bra and they were beginning to jut out through the fabric of her blouse. The blouse was made of a semi - transparent material and her bra was clearly outlined through it. Her cleavage, caused by her breasts ensconced in the tight bra, peeped out of her low neckline.
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The driver saw all this in the mirror and he massaged his rock hard dick vigorously causing his assistant to turn around and look at the half asleep Trisha. He licked his lips at the sight of her and imagined what it would feel like to squeeze those tits and suck the hardening nipples. They looked at each other and nodded in silent agreement, it was now or never. The driver swung the car into a deserted lane off the main road and slowed to a halt behind a parked bus.
Trisha felt the vehicle slowing down and awoke with a start. She expected to see familiar areas, maybe her driveway, but all she could see was a dingy lane and the two men in the front seat looking at her with lusty eyes. As she regained her composure, she realized that she was exposing a lot of flesh and hastily tried to cover herself up. The assistant sprang into action as he turned around, reached out and clamped his fist over her mouth, and with his other hand he held the saree, preventing her from pulling it over herself. The driver opened his door and stepped out of the car, looked around, opened her door and roughly pushed her in.
As he slid in next to her, the assistant relinquished his hold on her and opened his door and entered from the other door. It all happened so fast that before Trisha knew it, she was sandwiched between the two. Before she could open her mouth to scream, the driver dealt her a slap across her cheeks, that made her actually see stars and sent her sprawling into the lap of the waiting helper.
As the helper held her shoulders and pulled her down onto his lap, the driver gripped her blouse with both hands and ripped it open. He made short work of her bra, slipping the straps off her shoulders, and scooping her large breasts out, which he held in either palm and began to squeeze. The helper once again clamped his hand over her mouth and prevented her from screaming. Trisha was suffocating in his vice like grip, and the more she struggled, the tighter the hold became.
The driver hiked her saree up to her thighs and straddled her legs with his own. He looked down at her thighs appreciatively and ran his hands over them, feeling their softness. His palms scalded her as they traveled closer and closer to her snatch rubbing and fondling her thighs. As she closed her eyes and struggled to free herself, the driver slowly but deliberately began to stroke her pussy through her flimsy black panties. Trisha was terrified and stared back at him as he began to unzip his trousers. He wore no underwear and his cock sprang out from within.
She averted his eyes and settled down, fidgeting with her purse to keep her from looking at him. As he engaged gears, he reached up to adjust the rear view mirror and focussed it on her breasts. Trisha noticed this movement and looked up, as she did so, she came face to face with the helper who was now openly leering at her. As she gulped, she noticed the lecherous smile on his face as he turned his face away and looked at the driver. The driver met his gaze and also returned the same smile. It was almost as if an unspoken agreement had been signed. Trisha realized all this and almost panicked into jumping out of the speeding cab, but she tried to blame it all on her imagination and tried to stay calm. Home was a long way off.
The cab sped along deserted roads, and Trisha felt the tiredness begin to overtake her. She fought it as long as she could; yet she was unaware of the attention that the driver was paying at the rear view mirror. If only she knew that he was gazing at her lush breasts as they jiggled with every little pothole that the cab encountered. The breeze through the open window drove away her fears, but it also drove away her saree from her blouse, causing her right breast and deep scooped neckline to come into view. The driver noticed this and rubbed his hardening cock through his trousers.
Trisha was lost in her own thoughts and reminisced about the movie, she also worried about her car and failed to notice the helper stealing sidelong glances at her exposed blouse and midriff now and again. The breeze and the motion of the car soon began to have their effect on her, and though she tried her best to fight it, an euphoric tiredness began to take hold of her. She dreamt of her bed and how she would soon crash into it, totally exhausted.
As she dreamt, the breeze completely blew her saree off her shoulders and her heaving breasts clad in the low cut blouse, her fair stomach, accentuated by her deep dark navel, lay exposed for all to see. The cool breeze had caused her nipples to harden inside her flimsy bra and they were beginning to jut out through the fabric of her blouse. The blouse was made of a semi - transparent material and her bra was clearly outlined through it. Her cleavage, caused by her breasts ensconced in the tight bra, peeped out of her low neckline.
[img]- -web/20170624085551im_/http://pzy.be/i/2/Trisha002.gif[/img]
The driver saw all this in the mirror and he massaged his rock hard dick vigorously causing his assistant to turn around and look at the half asleep Trisha. He licked his lips at the sight of her and imagined what it would feel like to squeeze those tits and suck the hardening nipples. They looked at each other and nodded in silent agreement, it was now or never. The driver swung the car into a deserted lane off the main road and slowed to a halt behind a parked bus.
Trisha felt the vehicle slowing down and awoke with a start. She expected to see familiar areas, maybe her driveway, but all she could see was a dingy lane and the two men in the front seat looking at her with lusty eyes. As she regained her composure, she realized that she was exposing a lot of flesh and hastily tried to cover herself up. The assistant sprang into action as he turned around, reached out and clamped his fist over her mouth, and with his other hand he held the saree, preventing her from pulling it over herself. The driver opened his door and stepped out of the car, looked around, opened her door and roughly pushed her in.
As he slid in next to her, the assistant relinquished his hold on her and opened his door and entered from the other door. It all happened so fast that before Trisha knew it, she was sandwiched between the two. Before she could open her mouth to scream, the driver dealt her a slap across her cheeks, that made her actually see stars and sent her sprawling into the lap of the waiting helper.
As the helper held her shoulders and pulled her down onto his lap, the driver gripped her blouse with both hands and ripped it open. He made short work of her bra, slipping the straps off her shoulders, and scooping her large breasts out, which he held in either palm and began to squeeze. The helper once again clamped his hand over her mouth and prevented her from screaming. Trisha was suffocating in his vice like grip, and the more she struggled, the tighter the hold became.
The driver hiked her saree up to her thighs and straddled her legs with his own. He looked down at her thighs appreciatively and ran his hands over them, feeling their softness. His palms scalded her as they traveled closer and closer to her snatch rubbing and fondling her thighs. As she closed her eyes and struggled to free herself, the driver slowly but deliberately began to stroke her pussy through her flimsy black panties. Trisha was terrified and stared back at him as he began to unzip his trousers. He wore no underwear and his cock sprang out from within.
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