28-05-2019, 04:53 PM
He pulled up my sari and the petticoat to expose my legs up to just above my knees. I thanked my luck for he didn't go further. But my happiness was short lived, as I did not realize that although he did not pull up my sari, his hands had different plans. The man behind me grabbed me by my waist and pulled me back. This made me lose my balance as I lost the grip of the handle I was holding. As my entire weight fell on him, I felt his erection on my ass. He seemed really hard. He was about the same height as me. He now smelled my hair with deep breaths. He caught my long hair and swung it forward. By now the sitting person had his hand under the sari on my bare inner thigh. His hand moved upwards, reaching centimeters from my crotch. He stuck up his middle finger and brushed my slit over the panty. This made me weak in my knees and I also lost my grip on my purse, making it fall to the floor.
? He will know now that I am wet and will get encouraged further', I thought.
I looked in his direction sneakily. He definitely had felt my wetness, as he held my sari with the other hand and brought the finger that had probed me to his nose. A wide grin appeared on his face. He looked at me and blew me a kiss and said something to his partner, pointing to his wet finger. And he then looked back to the man behind me and showed him the finger. As some light fell on his finger, even I could see it glistening with my juices. Seeing what this guy was showing him, the man behind me brought his face to my ears and whispered, "So I see you like to be handled by strangers in public." I moved my head sideways indicating a no. But I knew my body liked it. The man nudged the man sitting to my right with his erect tool in one hand, and signaled something that I could not see. Then he did the same to the kid standing on my left.
?What the hell are these guys planning?' I thought.
I did not have to wait long. The two men on my sides started to lift up my sari from both sides. Very quickly it was pulled up to my thighs. I could feel the cold wind on my wet crotch. Next they tugged a couple of fingers in the thin elastic of my bikini panty and started to tug it down. Soon it was around my ankles. The kid to my left kept holding my sari it it's raised position and the guy sitting to my right nudged my leg to be raised. It was like my heart was totally out of my control. I lifted each leg one by one, letting him pick up my panty. I looked at the guy. He took it to his face and took a deep breath, and again started to rub his tool with it. His partner then did the same and then gave it to the man standing behind me. He had by now fingered my crotch over the sari with his left hand. He took my bikini panty with his right hand.
"See how wet you are", he said, bringing my underwear to my face. It was soaking wet.
?What is happening to me', I said to myself.
By now, the men to my sides had raised my sari almost up to my crotch. I couldn't believe that nobody in the bus knew what was happening. I had lost track of time. I did not know where the bus had reached. Very few people had got down. Everybody seemed to be going to the last stop. The man behind me now took charge of holding up my sari. He loosened his grip over my crotch, and then raised my sari all the way up to my waist. He then put his bare hands on my lower abdomen just below where my petticoat was tied. I could feel the cold wind hitting against my bare cunt. The kid standing to my left had started to caress my thighs. At the same time, the man to my right brought his left hand to my pussy. He pulled apart my cunt lips with two fingers and pushed in his middle finger. A gasp escaped my
mouth and my head fell back on the shoulder of the man behind me. To add to my excitement and humiliation, the man behind me stretched out his middle finger of the hand holding up my sari and started to nudge my clit.
?I am going to cum this way, between these strangers', I thought.
As my pussy was being probed, the man to my left took my left hand and put it on his hardon over his pants. Seeing this the man on my right hold of my right hand. So I looked to find what he wanted from my hand. My fingers were now touching his swollen cock head. So it was clear to me that he wanted me to shag him. He took my hand and placed it around his throbbing member and then placed his own right hand over mine. He then started to
frantically shag it. Before I could realize what was happening, he released his load, which trickled down on my wrists. The guy then took my hand and brought it ot my mouth. I involuntarily stuck out my tongue and licked his cum off my wrist.
By now I was very close to an orgasm. The man behind me kept flicking my clit slowly nudging me closer and closer to a climax. His other hand was now expertly opening my blouse hooks on the front. It did not take him too much time to open all six hooks and open up my blouse fully. As the blouse opened under the sari, the man ran his thumb along the edge of my bra-cup along my cleavage. And this was followed by him tucking his thumb inside me left bra-cup and pull it aside and bunch it on the side. Soon he exposed my other boob also. My nipples were hard. I was being stripped naked in the middle of this crowded bus and I was hesitantly liking it.
"Time to get down babe", said the man behind me.
I did not know where he wanted me to get down, but I didn't ask. I was got down with the two men behind me. Surprisingly the two sitting men didn't follow us. When I got down with my blouse still open and bra pushed aside. When I looked around I realized that I had missed my stop by a couple of stops. I was at a stop in a lonely lane about 10 minutes from my house. I remembered asking my husband once why this stop was placed here, as I had never seen anyone getting down or getting into a bus at this stop. It was really cold and we were the only three people in the lane. The road ran between some land owned by a private owner and was under litigation. So both sides of the road had walled deserted land. The man who stood behind me in the bus then pulled me by my hand and took me to an opening in the
wall on one side and the kid followed us eagerly. The area looked to be filled with overgrown grass. The dew had made the grass wet. The man took me just about 10-15 feet from the opening in the wall and stopped.
He then turned around and faced me. This was the first time that I got a look at his face. He had a rough shaved look and short hair. He looked
about 40-45 years old and was wearing a kurta pajama. There was a minute of silence, as we stood there motionless. I turned my head and looked at the kid's face. He was no more than 18 years old. He was staring at my exposed boobs under the sari.
? He will know now that I am wet and will get encouraged further', I thought.
I looked in his direction sneakily. He definitely had felt my wetness, as he held my sari with the other hand and brought the finger that had probed me to his nose. A wide grin appeared on his face. He looked at me and blew me a kiss and said something to his partner, pointing to his wet finger. And he then looked back to the man behind me and showed him the finger. As some light fell on his finger, even I could see it glistening with my juices. Seeing what this guy was showing him, the man behind me brought his face to my ears and whispered, "So I see you like to be handled by strangers in public." I moved my head sideways indicating a no. But I knew my body liked it. The man nudged the man sitting to my right with his erect tool in one hand, and signaled something that I could not see. Then he did the same to the kid standing on my left.
?What the hell are these guys planning?' I thought.
I did not have to wait long. The two men on my sides started to lift up my sari from both sides. Very quickly it was pulled up to my thighs. I could feel the cold wind on my wet crotch. Next they tugged a couple of fingers in the thin elastic of my bikini panty and started to tug it down. Soon it was around my ankles. The kid to my left kept holding my sari it it's raised position and the guy sitting to my right nudged my leg to be raised. It was like my heart was totally out of my control. I lifted each leg one by one, letting him pick up my panty. I looked at the guy. He took it to his face and took a deep breath, and again started to rub his tool with it. His partner then did the same and then gave it to the man standing behind me. He had by now fingered my crotch over the sari with his left hand. He took my bikini panty with his right hand.
"See how wet you are", he said, bringing my underwear to my face. It was soaking wet.
?What is happening to me', I said to myself.
By now, the men to my sides had raised my sari almost up to my crotch. I couldn't believe that nobody in the bus knew what was happening. I had lost track of time. I did not know where the bus had reached. Very few people had got down. Everybody seemed to be going to the last stop. The man behind me now took charge of holding up my sari. He loosened his grip over my crotch, and then raised my sari all the way up to my waist. He then put his bare hands on my lower abdomen just below where my petticoat was tied. I could feel the cold wind hitting against my bare cunt. The kid standing to my left had started to caress my thighs. At the same time, the man to my right brought his left hand to my pussy. He pulled apart my cunt lips with two fingers and pushed in his middle finger. A gasp escaped my
mouth and my head fell back on the shoulder of the man behind me. To add to my excitement and humiliation, the man behind me stretched out his middle finger of the hand holding up my sari and started to nudge my clit.
?I am going to cum this way, between these strangers', I thought.
As my pussy was being probed, the man to my left took my left hand and put it on his hardon over his pants. Seeing this the man on my right hold of my right hand. So I looked to find what he wanted from my hand. My fingers were now touching his swollen cock head. So it was clear to me that he wanted me to shag him. He took my hand and placed it around his throbbing member and then placed his own right hand over mine. He then started to
frantically shag it. Before I could realize what was happening, he released his load, which trickled down on my wrists. The guy then took my hand and brought it ot my mouth. I involuntarily stuck out my tongue and licked his cum off my wrist.
By now I was very close to an orgasm. The man behind me kept flicking my clit slowly nudging me closer and closer to a climax. His other hand was now expertly opening my blouse hooks on the front. It did not take him too much time to open all six hooks and open up my blouse fully. As the blouse opened under the sari, the man ran his thumb along the edge of my bra-cup along my cleavage. And this was followed by him tucking his thumb inside me left bra-cup and pull it aside and bunch it on the side. Soon he exposed my other boob also. My nipples were hard. I was being stripped naked in the middle of this crowded bus and I was hesitantly liking it.
"Time to get down babe", said the man behind me.
I did not know where he wanted me to get down, but I didn't ask. I was got down with the two men behind me. Surprisingly the two sitting men didn't follow us. When I got down with my blouse still open and bra pushed aside. When I looked around I realized that I had missed my stop by a couple of stops. I was at a stop in a lonely lane about 10 minutes from my house. I remembered asking my husband once why this stop was placed here, as I had never seen anyone getting down or getting into a bus at this stop. It was really cold and we were the only three people in the lane. The road ran between some land owned by a private owner and was under litigation. So both sides of the road had walled deserted land. The man who stood behind me in the bus then pulled me by my hand and took me to an opening in the
wall on one side and the kid followed us eagerly. The area looked to be filled with overgrown grass. The dew had made the grass wet. The man took me just about 10-15 feet from the opening in the wall and stopped.
He then turned around and faced me. This was the first time that I got a look at his face. He had a rough shaved look and short hair. He looked
about 40-45 years old and was wearing a kurta pajama. There was a minute of silence, as we stood there motionless. I turned my head and looked at the kid's face. He was no more than 18 years old. He was staring at my exposed boobs under the sari.
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