One Night in a Bus

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Ansh could not believe his amazing luck. He kept observing the woman settling down next to him. She looked even younger and hotter up close than she did from afar.
 
She was wearing a full sleeved dark green top and black leggings, and had a sweater on. Her skin was fair and flawless. She had her hair up in a clip. Her chest was bulging even from under her layers of clothes, her waist was small and her hips were wide. Her arms were thin, and her small hands had long fingers. Her face was beautiful.
 
She had an air of something delicate and innocent. She looked like a pampered girl who had fallen on some hard times. And she was there, right next to Ansh, in his berth, almost like she was in his bed for the night.
 
Ansh realized that his crotch was rapidly getting stiffer. Quick, he told himself, don’t look at her, think of something else. Look at those buses outside now.
 
But his mind was already racing out from his control, already picturing himself hungrily groping and mauling the woman, picturing himself all over her, undressing her, kissing and sucking her, looting her womanhood as she happily lets him have his way with her. It was impossible for his will to get his growing erection under control. Giving up, he shifted in his place to hide it from view.
 
Still in the process of settling down, the woman met his eyes and gave a small smile with a nod, and looked away again.
 
If he was sober, Ansh probably would have just smiled awkwardly and that would have been it. But as fate would have it, he was not close to sober. With his inhibitions down, Ansh said, “Hi”.
 
The woman looked back at him and smiled politely, and said “Hi”.
 
As she was looking away again, he said, “I’m Ansh”.
 
“I’m Sheetal”.
 
“Sheetal.. Hey, look, i’m sorry if i am bothering you”, Ansh said apologetically.
 
“Oh, no, no, it’s okay, I don’t mind”, Sheetal smiled again.
 
“Are you also going till Durgapur?”
 
“Yeah we are. I hope we will reach by 7”.
 
Ansh smiled. “We will probably reach by 8. Did you come with...who..was it, with you?”
 
“Yeah that was my husband. He, well, he has injured his leg you know. So he took the lower berth.”
 
“Oh! Sorry!”
 
Before Sheetal could reply, the bus which had started moving, suddenly turned sharply. Sheetal was not holding on to anything, and fell over Ansh.
 
Ansh managed to hold his balance as best as he could with Sheetal over him. Sheetal instinctively grabbed on to Ansh, her long fingers digging into his muscled arms and into his shirt, as gravity forced her whole body press against his. Her face was on his neck and her lips were forced apart as they met his skin. She felt her bulging boobs on his hard abdomen, and to her surprise she felt something else big and hard poking into her.
 
As they stayed in their entanglement, the bus steadied, and Ansh took out his arm and put it on Sheetal’s back, with a mind to help her straighten up. But instead, he found himself continuing to keep his hand on her back as if in a trance even as the bus had become steady.
 
It was soon broken when a couple of moments later Sheetal moved, pulling herself away from him, and Ansh suddenly took his hand off.
 
“Sorry!!” they both muttered at the same time, and then both smiled awkwardly.
 
Ansh tried to study the strange expression on Sheetal’s face but failed.

The journey had just started.