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Chapter 6: The Stranger (Act 1)
The night bus rumbled through the darkness, its rhythmic hum lulling most of the passengers into a deep slumber. Lina, her body nestled into the uncomfortable seat, had managed to find a semblance of rest. The sleep mask she wore, a gift from her husband Rahim, effectively blocked out the dim glow of the overhead lights, while the earplugs muffled the engine’s drone. She had always been a light sleeper, but tonight, exhaustion had claimed her quickly.
They were on their way to a remote temple, seeking blessings for a child they both longed for. The journey was long, but Lina had insisted on making the trip, hoping the sacred rituals would bring them the miracle they desired.
Lina shifted in her seat as the tight red top she wore clung to her curves, the fabric stretching over her full breasts, while her skirt hugged her hips just enough to make her feel confident.
She glanced over at Rahim, already asleep a few rows ahead, his head lolling against the window. She smiled softly, thinking about their journey to the temple, seeking blessings for a child they both longed for. The journey was long, but Lina had insisted on making the trip, hoping the sacred rituals would bring them the miracle they desired.
But as the bus swayed, her thoughts drifted, and soon, she was lost in a deep sleep.
The first touch was soft, almost tentative. Lips brushed against hers, warm and insistent. Lina stirred, her mind foggy with sleep. Rahim? she thought, her heart fluttering. She didn’t open her eyes, didn’t remove the mask. The kiss deepened, lips pressing harder, more urgent. She moaned softly into it, her body responding instinctively. Her husband had never been this bold in public before, but the thrill of it sent a shiver down her spine.
Hands slid up her sides, fingers grazing the hem of her top. She arched slightly, encouraging him. The fabric was lifted, cool air brushing her skin as her bra followed. Her breasts spilled free, heavy and full, and she gasped as hands cupped them, kneading gently. God, Rahim, she thought, biting her lip to stifle a moan. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, teasing them to stiff peaks, and she squirmed in her seat, her thighs pressing together.
The kisses moved lower, lips trailing down her neck, across her collarbone, until they found her breasts. A hot mouth closed over one nipple, sucking hard, and Lina’s breath caught. Fuck, she thought, her hands gripping the armrests.
The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. She could feel his tongue swirling around her nipple, teeth grazing it lightly, and she had to bite back a whimper. The bus jolted slightly, and the movement only heightened the sensations, making her breasts bounce slightly in his hands.
She felt him shift, his hands moving lower now, sliding under her skirt. Fingers brushed against her panties, already damp with arousal. Oh God, she thought, her hips lifting slightly to meet his touch. He pushed the fabric aside, fingers sliding through her wetness, and she bit down on her lip hard to keep from crying out. His fingers circled her clit, teasing her mercilessly, and she could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge.
“Rahim,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Please…”
He didn’t respond with words, but his actions spoke louder. His fingers plunged inside her, curling just right, and she gasped, her body arching off the seat. He worked her expertly, his thumb pressing against her clit as his fingers fucked her in slow, deliberate strokes. She could feel the tension building, coiling tighter and tighter inside her until it finally snapped. Her body shuddered as she came, waves of pleasure crashing over her, and she had to press a hand over her mouth to muffle her cries.
When she finally came down from her high, she felt him move again. His hands guided hers, and she felt the hard length of his cock pressing against her palm. Oh, she thought, her heart racing. She wrapped her fingers around him, feeling the heat of his skin, the way he throbbed in her grip. He was so hard, so ready for her. She stroked him slowly at first, then faster, her hand slick with spit as he guided her movements.
“Suck me,” he whispered hoarsely, and she didn’t hesitate. She leaned forward, her lips parting as she took him into her mouth. He was thick, filling her mouth completely, and she moaned around him as she began to bob her head. The taste of him was intoxicating, salty and musky, and she couldn’t get enough. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, teasing the sensitive spot just beneath it, and she could feel him twitch in response.
The bus hit a bump, and the movement made her take him deeper, her throat tightening around him. He groaned softly, his hands tangling in her hair as he guided her movements.
She could feel him getting closer, his breathing becoming more ragged, and she sucked harder, wanting to make him come. When he finally did, it was with a low groan, his cock pulsing in her mouth as he spilled himself down her throat. She swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of him.
When he pulled away, she felt him take her hand, leading her to the back of the bus where it was darker, more private. She stumbled slightly, still blindfolded, but she trusted him completely. He undressed her quickly, his hands roaming over her body as he did. Her breasts bounced free once more, and he wasted no time in burying his face between them, licking and sucking at her nipples with a hunger that made her moan.
“Rahim,” she whispered again, her voice trembling with need. “Please… I want you.”
He didn’t answer with words, but his actions were clear. He bent her over one of the seats, her ass in the air as he spread her wide. She could feel his breath against her pussy, hot and wet, and then his tongue was on her, licking and sucking at her folds with a desperation that made her cry out.
He covered her mouth with his hand to muffle the sound, but she didn’t care. She was lost in the sensation of his tongue fucking her, his hands squeezing and kneading her breasts as he did.
She could feel him shift again, his cock pressing against her entrance. He tried to push inside her, but the bus’s movements made it difficult. His cock rubbed against her pussy lips, sliding through her wetness but not quite entering her. She could feel him growing more frustrated, his grip on her hips tightening as he tried again and again to penetrate her.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, his voice strained with need. “I need to be inside you.”
Lina’s heart raced as she felt his frustration, his hands squeezing her breasts, his mouth returning to her neck. She wanted his cock inside her so bad, but she couldn’t find her voice.
But it was no use. The bus hit another bump, and with a low groan, he came again, his cum splattering across her ass as he shuddered against her. She could feel the warmth of it on her skin, and she moaned softly at the sensation.
Then, suddenly, the bus braked hard, throwing them both off balance. He let go of her, his hands scrambling for support. In that moment, Lina’s survival instincts kicked in. She pushed him away with her hands trembling. Her sleep mask was still in place, but she ripped it off, her eyes scanning the dimly lit bus. She looked around, her heart pounding, but there was no one. The other passengers were still asleep, oblivious to what had just transpired as she quickly dressed herself, wiping away the evidence of what had just happened.
She felt dirty, violated, yet strangely disconnected from the reality of what had happened. She stumbled back to her seat, her legs weak, her body still buzzing with the aftermath of the encounter. Rahim was still asleep, his arm placed over the seatback, his breathing steady. She sat down beside him, her eyes fixed on his peaceful face. Relief washed over her as she realized nothing worse had happened. She was safe. For now.
The night bus rumbled through the darkness, its rhythmic hum lulling most of the passengers into a deep slumber. Lina, her body nestled into the uncomfortable seat, had managed to find a semblance of rest. The sleep mask she wore, a gift from her husband Rahim, effectively blocked out the dim glow of the overhead lights, while the earplugs muffled the engine’s drone. She had always been a light sleeper, but tonight, exhaustion had claimed her quickly.
They were on their way to a remote temple, seeking blessings for a child they both longed for. The journey was long, but Lina had insisted on making the trip, hoping the sacred rituals would bring them the miracle they desired.
Lina shifted in her seat as the tight red top she wore clung to her curves, the fabric stretching over her full breasts, while her skirt hugged her hips just enough to make her feel confident.
She glanced over at Rahim, already asleep a few rows ahead, his head lolling against the window. She smiled softly, thinking about their journey to the temple, seeking blessings for a child they both longed for. The journey was long, but Lina had insisted on making the trip, hoping the sacred rituals would bring them the miracle they desired.
But as the bus swayed, her thoughts drifted, and soon, she was lost in a deep sleep.
The first touch was soft, almost tentative. Lips brushed against hers, warm and insistent. Lina stirred, her mind foggy with sleep. Rahim? she thought, her heart fluttering. She didn’t open her eyes, didn’t remove the mask. The kiss deepened, lips pressing harder, more urgent. She moaned softly into it, her body responding instinctively. Her husband had never been this bold in public before, but the thrill of it sent a shiver down her spine.
Hands slid up her sides, fingers grazing the hem of her top. She arched slightly, encouraging him. The fabric was lifted, cool air brushing her skin as her bra followed. Her breasts spilled free, heavy and full, and she gasped as hands cupped them, kneading gently. God, Rahim, she thought, biting her lip to stifle a moan. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, teasing them to stiff peaks, and she squirmed in her seat, her thighs pressing together.
The kisses moved lower, lips trailing down her neck, across her collarbone, until they found her breasts. A hot mouth closed over one nipple, sucking hard, and Lina’s breath caught. Fuck, she thought, her hands gripping the armrests.
The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. She could feel his tongue swirling around her nipple, teeth grazing it lightly, and she had to bite back a whimper. The bus jolted slightly, and the movement only heightened the sensations, making her breasts bounce slightly in his hands.
She felt him shift, his hands moving lower now, sliding under her skirt. Fingers brushed against her panties, already damp with arousal. Oh God, she thought, her hips lifting slightly to meet his touch. He pushed the fabric aside, fingers sliding through her wetness, and she bit down on her lip hard to keep from crying out. His fingers circled her clit, teasing her mercilessly, and she could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge.
“Rahim,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Please…”
He didn’t respond with words, but his actions spoke louder. His fingers plunged inside her, curling just right, and she gasped, her body arching off the seat. He worked her expertly, his thumb pressing against her clit as his fingers fucked her in slow, deliberate strokes. She could feel the tension building, coiling tighter and tighter inside her until it finally snapped. Her body shuddered as she came, waves of pleasure crashing over her, and she had to press a hand over her mouth to muffle her cries.
When she finally came down from her high, she felt him move again. His hands guided hers, and she felt the hard length of his cock pressing against her palm. Oh, she thought, her heart racing. She wrapped her fingers around him, feeling the heat of his skin, the way he throbbed in her grip. He was so hard, so ready for her. She stroked him slowly at first, then faster, her hand slick with spit as he guided her movements.
“Suck me,” he whispered hoarsely, and she didn’t hesitate. She leaned forward, her lips parting as she took him into her mouth. He was thick, filling her mouth completely, and she moaned around him as she began to bob her head. The taste of him was intoxicating, salty and musky, and she couldn’t get enough. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, teasing the sensitive spot just beneath it, and she could feel him twitch in response.
The bus hit a bump, and the movement made her take him deeper, her throat tightening around him. He groaned softly, his hands tangling in her hair as he guided her movements.
She could feel him getting closer, his breathing becoming more ragged, and she sucked harder, wanting to make him come. When he finally did, it was with a low groan, his cock pulsing in her mouth as he spilled himself down her throat. She swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of him.
When he pulled away, she felt him take her hand, leading her to the back of the bus where it was darker, more private. She stumbled slightly, still blindfolded, but she trusted him completely. He undressed her quickly, his hands roaming over her body as he did. Her breasts bounced free once more, and he wasted no time in burying his face between them, licking and sucking at her nipples with a hunger that made her moan.
“Rahim,” she whispered again, her voice trembling with need. “Please… I want you.”
He didn’t answer with words, but his actions were clear. He bent her over one of the seats, her ass in the air as he spread her wide. She could feel his breath against her pussy, hot and wet, and then his tongue was on her, licking and sucking at her folds with a desperation that made her cry out.
He covered her mouth with his hand to muffle the sound, but she didn’t care. She was lost in the sensation of his tongue fucking her, his hands squeezing and kneading her breasts as he did.
She could feel him shift again, his cock pressing against her entrance. He tried to push inside her, but the bus’s movements made it difficult. His cock rubbed against her pussy lips, sliding through her wetness but not quite entering her. She could feel him growing more frustrated, his grip on her hips tightening as he tried again and again to penetrate her.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, his voice strained with need. “I need to be inside you.”
Lina’s heart raced as she felt his frustration, his hands squeezing her breasts, his mouth returning to her neck. She wanted his cock inside her so bad, but she couldn’t find her voice.
But it was no use. The bus hit another bump, and with a low groan, he came again, his cum splattering across her ass as he shuddered against her. She could feel the warmth of it on her skin, and she moaned softly at the sensation.
Then, suddenly, the bus braked hard, throwing them both off balance. He let go of her, his hands scrambling for support. In that moment, Lina’s survival instincts kicked in. She pushed him away with her hands trembling. Her sleep mask was still in place, but she ripped it off, her eyes scanning the dimly lit bus. She looked around, her heart pounding, but there was no one. The other passengers were still asleep, oblivious to what had just transpired as she quickly dressed herself, wiping away the evidence of what had just happened.
She felt dirty, violated, yet strangely disconnected from the reality of what had happened. She stumbled back to her seat, her legs weak, her body still buzzing with the aftermath of the encounter. Rahim was still asleep, his arm placed over the seatback, his breathing steady. She sat down beside him, her eyes fixed on his peaceful face. Relief washed over her as she realized nothing worse had happened. She was safe. For now.
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