13-06-2025, 01:08 AM
Evening Ride Back Home
The evening sun was dipping low, casting long golden streaks across the busy streets of Hyderabad.
Abhi reached bus stop and looking around for Madhavi.
There his found her walking towards him. Her skin was a soft golden yellow. Her face looks a little tired but that makes her look more attractive. Same cream-colored cotton saree he saw in the morning, but now it is a bit wrinkled over her slender frame, now it is not fully covering her curves of her waist and exposing her belly slightly.
Her blouse short-sleeved, perfectly fitted, revealing smooth, toned arms and projects the elegance of her breasts beneath the softness of the fabric.
The bus arrived and the luck favoured again. They both got seats next to each other but this time towards the back of the bus. The doors closed and AC in the bus making them feel comfortable.
The bus jolted slightly as it pulled away, and Abhi shifted closer to Madhavi, his shoulder nearly brushing hers. The soft fabric of her cream saree felt almost electric under his fingertips. Her saree slipped slight making her milky assets exposed to him. His eyes involuntarily dropped to the gentle valley between her breasts —visible just enough through the slight dip of the deep neck of her blouse.
Her breasts were full and shapely, a generous yet elegant size that spoke of mature femininity. The tight blouse enhancing the view of soft golden assets they are trying to hide, revealing the smooth, creamy skin of her décolletage and the delicate, teasing shadow of cleavage that made Abhi’s breath hitch.
The subtle scent of jasmine and sandalwood clung to her skin, intoxicating and warm.
Abhi caught himself staring a little longer than he should, mesmerized by the soft rise and fall of her chest with each slow breath. The curve was perfect—rounded and firm, yet gentle in its natural sway. Her skin glowed with a golden warmth that seemed almost to radiate in the dim, cramped space of the bus.
Suddenly, Madhavi shifted slightly, adjusting her saree as if aware of his gaze, though she didn’t look directly at him. Her movement revealed a little more of the valley between her breasts, and the subtle pressure of the fabric hinted at the smooth, unblemished skin beneath.
Abhi’s heart raced, a thrill of forbidden excitement pulsing through him. He felt the heat rise to his cheeks but couldn’t pull his eyes away.
Her fingers, adorned with a thin gold ring, absentmindedly played with the edge of her blouse, a slow, sensual motion that sent a quiet shiver down his spine.
Their eyes met briefly then — hers dark, deep, and filled with a knowing calm — before she looked away, a faint, almost invisible smile touching her lips.
The bus continued its slow journey through the city streets, but for Abhi, time seemed to stretch and pulse with every glance, every subtle movement.
The air between them was thick with unspoken desire — restrained, respectful, but undeniably charged.
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The evening sun was dipping low, casting long golden streaks across the busy streets of Hyderabad.
Abhi reached bus stop and looking around for Madhavi.
There his found her walking towards him. Her skin was a soft golden yellow. Her face looks a little tired but that makes her look more attractive. Same cream-colored cotton saree he saw in the morning, but now it is a bit wrinkled over her slender frame, now it is not fully covering her curves of her waist and exposing her belly slightly.
Her blouse short-sleeved, perfectly fitted, revealing smooth, toned arms and projects the elegance of her breasts beneath the softness of the fabric.
The bus arrived and the luck favoured again. They both got seats next to each other but this time towards the back of the bus. The doors closed and AC in the bus making them feel comfortable.
The bus jolted slightly as it pulled away, and Abhi shifted closer to Madhavi, his shoulder nearly brushing hers. The soft fabric of her cream saree felt almost electric under his fingertips. Her saree slipped slight making her milky assets exposed to him. His eyes involuntarily dropped to the gentle valley between her breasts —visible just enough through the slight dip of the deep neck of her blouse.
Her breasts were full and shapely, a generous yet elegant size that spoke of mature femininity. The tight blouse enhancing the view of soft golden assets they are trying to hide, revealing the smooth, creamy skin of her décolletage and the delicate, teasing shadow of cleavage that made Abhi’s breath hitch.
The subtle scent of jasmine and sandalwood clung to her skin, intoxicating and warm.
Abhi caught himself staring a little longer than he should, mesmerized by the soft rise and fall of her chest with each slow breath. The curve was perfect—rounded and firm, yet gentle in its natural sway. Her skin glowed with a golden warmth that seemed almost to radiate in the dim, cramped space of the bus.
Suddenly, Madhavi shifted slightly, adjusting her saree as if aware of his gaze, though she didn’t look directly at him. Her movement revealed a little more of the valley between her breasts, and the subtle pressure of the fabric hinted at the smooth, unblemished skin beneath.
Abhi’s heart raced, a thrill of forbidden excitement pulsing through him. He felt the heat rise to his cheeks but couldn’t pull his eyes away.
Her fingers, adorned with a thin gold ring, absentmindedly played with the edge of her blouse, a slow, sensual motion that sent a quiet shiver down his spine.
Their eyes met briefly then — hers dark, deep, and filled with a knowing calm — before she looked away, a faint, almost invisible smile touching her lips.
The bus continued its slow journey through the city streets, but for Abhi, time seemed to stretch and pulse with every glance, every subtle movement.
The air between them was thick with unspoken desire — restrained, respectful, but undeniably charged.
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