11-04-2025, 09:09 AM
Title : Cheating housewife fucked with me - 2
I was more freaked out at how calm he was! I asked him, “Who the fuck are you?” He replied, “Calm down, madam. I mean no harm. I asked, WTF is this? Who are you? What are you doing here? He, realizing how freaked out I was, said, “I’m just a fellow passenger madam. I mean no harm.”
I demanded, “Why are you in my seat? I’m calling the conductor,” almost screaming. As I started to exit my seat, he grabbed my hand and begged, “Please, let me explain.” Though scared, I decided to hear him out.
He said, “I’m heading to Mangalore. I work in Pune, but they gave us a holiday. All the buses were full, so I paid the conductor to take me to Mangalore. He told me to use an empty seat for now and move to the driver’s bench later.”
I nodded, and he continued, “I changed seats several times. When this seat was empty, I thought someone would join you later.”
I said, I booked both these seats. Please go back.” He asked, If you’re travelling alone, can I sleep in the corner?” I was ready to refuse, but he added, “The driver’s bench is just a small seat. It’s a long journey. I want to sleep without disturbing you. We can keep our bags in the middle.”
Reluctantly, I agreed, “Fine, keep the bag in the middle, sleep in the corner. If you do anything strange, I’ll call the conductor.” I planned to inform the conductor at the next stop. He thanked me and put his bag in the middle. He settled into the corner while I sat by the window, staying vigilant.
When you are waiting for the bus to stop for a restroom, it seems like it’s never coming. I closed my eyes and acted like I was asleep, thinking all sorts of things. What the hell am I doing? But all of that chain of thought was broken when my feet felt a presence.
The guy who initially slept in the corner now came a lot closer. He seemed asleep, and he was almost hugging the kitbag that was between us. While the bus moved, his legs touched mine. I jolted awake, moved my leg, and didn’t give much thought to it.
A short time passed, and the bus moved a few times. We might’ve gone through some rough roads. It jerked a few times as I was sliding closer to the windows. Right then, I felt my ankles being touched again by his legs. There was almost no room left for me to move.
I looked at him. He looked sound asleep. I noticed the kitbag that was kept in the middle slip up. It was almost at our heads, he was very close to me, and it was awkward, but I didn’t give much thought to it and just turned around and tried to close my eyes.
It didn’t take a lot of time for what was the next step. His feet started caressing my ankles. This was no mere touching because of the road. He was rubbing it intentionally. For some godforsaken reason, I felt no reason to stop it. I had no idea what was going on.
After about two or three minutes, he moved a bit closer to me. The bag that was kept in the middle was nowhere to be seen, lol. I could now literally feel his breath touching my neck.
He slowly started moving his hip and put it against mine, and then I felt it.
I could feel his tool it is hard, touching my ass cheeks. He was sure that since I hadn’t stopped him until now. Every second just boosted his confidence. He was going for it. He pressed his crotch against my ass tightly, moved his hand over. I started sliding slowly on my thighs.
Tg : @hydguy1
Gmail : hydhotguy31
I was more freaked out at how calm he was! I asked him, “Who the fuck are you?” He replied, “Calm down, madam. I mean no harm. I asked, WTF is this? Who are you? What are you doing here? He, realizing how freaked out I was, said, “I’m just a fellow passenger madam. I mean no harm.”
I demanded, “Why are you in my seat? I’m calling the conductor,” almost screaming. As I started to exit my seat, he grabbed my hand and begged, “Please, let me explain.” Though scared, I decided to hear him out.
He said, “I’m heading to Mangalore. I work in Pune, but they gave us a holiday. All the buses were full, so I paid the conductor to take me to Mangalore. He told me to use an empty seat for now and move to the driver’s bench later.”
I nodded, and he continued, “I changed seats several times. When this seat was empty, I thought someone would join you later.”
I said, I booked both these seats. Please go back.” He asked, If you’re travelling alone, can I sleep in the corner?” I was ready to refuse, but he added, “The driver’s bench is just a small seat. It’s a long journey. I want to sleep without disturbing you. We can keep our bags in the middle.”
Reluctantly, I agreed, “Fine, keep the bag in the middle, sleep in the corner. If you do anything strange, I’ll call the conductor.” I planned to inform the conductor at the next stop. He thanked me and put his bag in the middle. He settled into the corner while I sat by the window, staying vigilant.
When you are waiting for the bus to stop for a restroom, it seems like it’s never coming. I closed my eyes and acted like I was asleep, thinking all sorts of things. What the hell am I doing? But all of that chain of thought was broken when my feet felt a presence.
The guy who initially slept in the corner now came a lot closer. He seemed asleep, and he was almost hugging the kitbag that was between us. While the bus moved, his legs touched mine. I jolted awake, moved my leg, and didn’t give much thought to it.
A short time passed, and the bus moved a few times. We might’ve gone through some rough roads. It jerked a few times as I was sliding closer to the windows. Right then, I felt my ankles being touched again by his legs. There was almost no room left for me to move.
I looked at him. He looked sound asleep. I noticed the kitbag that was kept in the middle slip up. It was almost at our heads, he was very close to me, and it was awkward, but I didn’t give much thought to it and just turned around and tried to close my eyes.
It didn’t take a lot of time for what was the next step. His feet started caressing my ankles. This was no mere touching because of the road. He was rubbing it intentionally. For some godforsaken reason, I felt no reason to stop it. I had no idea what was going on.
After about two or three minutes, he moved a bit closer to me. The bag that was kept in the middle was nowhere to be seen, lol. I could now literally feel his breath touching my neck.
He slowly started moving his hip and put it against mine, and then I felt it.
I could feel his tool it is hard, touching my ass cheeks. He was sure that since I hadn’t stopped him until now. Every second just boosted his confidence. He was going for it. He pressed his crotch against my ass tightly, moved his hand over. I started sliding slowly on my thighs.
Tg : @hydguy1
Gmail : hydhotguy31
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