07-09-2021, 07:01 PM
They switched off the interior lights after they left the station. The tiredness caused by the party and the alcohol made me drift off to sleep immediately. About 2 or 3 hours later I woke up due to a nasty bump in the road. I decided to doze back but realized that there was something on my thigh.
It was that stranger's hand. I thought he might have accidentally put it there while sleeping. I was in two minds whether to remove it and risk disturbing his sleep, but then decided that he might just remove it himself when he realized it where it was and I went back to sleep.
However, after a few minutes, his hands started moving. I realized that it was a deliberate move thinking that I was asleep, and he was caressing my thighs over my saree.
I was taken aback by this move and was in a dilemma how to deal with it. I didn't want to confront him as it might end up with other passengers beating him. So I pretended to move in my sleep and he immediately stopped and took off his hand.
Just when I thought that he understood his limits, he once again surprised me by putting his hand on my thigh again. This time he was definitely copping a feel and gently pressing them.
Seeing no reaction from me, he got bolder and put his hands into the shawl and started moving my pallu of the saree. His hand touched my waist and it was the first skin to skin contact. I got a mini shock and had goose bumps over my body. The low waist saree gave him more surface area to feel.
His hands were now caressing my waist and his fingers were running over it. He put his index finger into my navel and tickled it. I was breathing heavily as I wanted this to stop but didn't know how to do it. We were in a bus full of people and the more freedom I allowed him, the deeper the hole I dug for myself.
It was that stranger's hand. I thought he might have accidentally put it there while sleeping. I was in two minds whether to remove it and risk disturbing his sleep, but then decided that he might just remove it himself when he realized it where it was and I went back to sleep.
However, after a few minutes, his hands started moving. I realized that it was a deliberate move thinking that I was asleep, and he was caressing my thighs over my saree.
I was taken aback by this move and was in a dilemma how to deal with it. I didn't want to confront him as it might end up with other passengers beating him. So I pretended to move in my sleep and he immediately stopped and took off his hand.
Just when I thought that he understood his limits, he once again surprised me by putting his hand on my thigh again. This time he was definitely copping a feel and gently pressing them.
Seeing no reaction from me, he got bolder and put his hands into the shawl and started moving my pallu of the saree. His hand touched my waist and it was the first skin to skin contact. I got a mini shock and had goose bumps over my body. The low waist saree gave him more surface area to feel.
His hands were now caressing my waist and his fingers were running over it. He put his index finger into my navel and tickled it. I was breathing heavily as I wanted this to stop but didn't know how to do it. We were in a bus full of people and the more freedom I allowed him, the deeper the hole I dug for myself.