Mohini exposed by her husband by divya_baby

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He squashed up to the edge of a bench seat, with his friend doing the same against the window. It would be a squeeze between them, but at least sitting down meant being out of the sun. They had noticed it shining through the dress. A guy standing too close for comfort was staring down at her nipples. They were ripe from earlier excitement, and the material was so thin, her light brown areola clearly showed. 

Mohini decided it wasn't such a good idea to wear a low-cut bra under a thin cotton dress, with someone standing so close. An older man would have been more subtle. These kids were openly staring at her tits. Feeling embarrassed from their attention, she made an extra effort to reach a seat.

Those standing didn't make it easy for her to move through them. They pressed in around her, leaving her more desperate to sit down. She had to push against them to reach the seat, giving them an excuse to rub her body as she passed between them. Her bottom and breasts were receiving an unwanted mauling.

When the bus bounced over some rough road, she stopped. Someone discovered the slit up the back of the dress, and she felt a hand make its way up her thigh. They probably thought the light caress went unnoticed, but of course, any woman would realise what was going on. She decided to ignore it rather than make a scene. A hurried push to get to the seat was foiled by a lurch of the bus, when suddenly braking. 

The boy slipped, and his hand heavily slid between her thighs, just below her panties. She automatically pulled her thighs together, unfortunately trapping his wrist in her crotch. Unable to ignore such a heavy handed stroke, she turned her head to glare at him. She almost laughed at the ludicrous guilty look contorting his face. 

Mohini was sure he wouldn't dare to impress his friends again. She parted her legs to let him go, confident that he wouldn't take advantage. The heavy traffic started moving and the bus lurched away. The boy was withdrawing his hand, only to fall back. This time he grabbed hold of her crotch.

'Sorry! I didn't mean to, err, sorry,' he spluttered.

'No problem. It was an accident,' she grimaced. 

The embarrassment had her flustered enough to say something silly. Mohini hoped he hadn't felt a damp patch down there. After only a few minutes playing the game, she was already turned on. It wasn't these young lads, it was what happened earlier, and the anticipation of what was planned. She looked around for Sudhir, wondering where he was. The lucky man must have a seat somewhere. He obviously hadn't anticipate these eighteen year old boys mauling her body in a public place, otherwise he would have been close to hand.

Sudhir hadn't been able to squeeze onto the bus, so ran back to the car, and was now following it. He wondered what she was getting up to in there, with those randy teenagers. If she thought he was aboard, she would expose herself. Thinking he would rescue her if things got out of hand, she would be free to play around. Shit! A busload of randy adolescence might get up to anything when fired up! 

She clambered over one of the boys big feet, to get to the offered seat. The bus pulled away, and she grabbed a pole to stop herself falling. The skirt twisted up, as she uncontrollably careered around the pole to face him. He had a close up view of a white thong, and stocking tops. For a moment she watched him stare at her panties, with his mouth hanging open. The expression turned to a leer.

The bus rattled over an uneven road junction, as she tried to unwind herself from the pole. A shove had her twirling around the pole in the opposite direction. With the bus accelerating, the momentum quickened her spin, until she landed pell-mell onto the lad's lap. The two boys had shuffled together, closing the gap, and Karane guided her with hands on her hips. 

'Didn't want you falling on the floor, girl,' he said into an ear.

'Thanks,' she quietly said.

She quickly pulled the hem down to cover her stocking tops, garter straps, and embarrassment. Not believing a word of it, she nevertheless refrained from complaining. She didn't even pull him up for calling her a girl. She was miffed at that, for she expected the respect an older woman deserved. 

Mohini rolled her bottom to slide off his lap into the space they had made, only to find it gone. All she managed was to roll her cheeks over his trouser lump. 

'Damn!' she whispered.

Wearing a thong under the thin dress, she could feel his lump twitching between her cheeks.

'This bus gives a bumpy ride, but don't worry, I'll not let you fall, girl,' he breathed into an ear.

'Thanks,' she said again, though not meaning it. 

This was all she needed! Sitting on a randy guy's lap, with him breathing in her ear, and his hard cock poking between her cheeks. It could have been dangerous. If he wasn't so young it might be exciting. Instead, it was annoying having a teenager take advantage. The bounce of the bus kept thrusting his cock between her cheeks. If she stood up now, the dress would be plastered in her crack.

'My names, Karane. What's yours?' he asked.

'Mohini. You don't need to hold on so tight, Karane,' she said.

'Are you over eighteen?' he asked.

'Yes, of course,' she intoned, almost laughing at such an absurd question.

She realised he had a good stare at her panties, but hadn't bothered to look up at her face. He thought she was just a girl his age, so any respect an older woman deserved was lost. Besides, any respect due had been lost, when she showed him her panties. Of course he gripped her tight, because to him she was just a teenager. Seeing the look on his face when he realised she was an older woman, would be a laugh.