16-10-2025, 08:17 PM
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I quickly got off the bus, my eyes scanning the crowd. The girls were standing by the roadside, laughing and looking right at me. The other two were pretty, with nice figures, but my gaze was fixed on the one I’d just had my fun with. She was watching me, and as my eyes met hers, I felt a powerful, sexy pull.
I stared at her for a moment, mesmerized. Then, the girl beside her playfully slapped her hips, and they all burst into laughter. This is my chance, Amir. Give her the number. I remembered a trick a friend had taught me. I wrote my number on a hundred-rupee note, my fingers fumbling slightly, and walked towards them.
As I passed, I dropped the note discreetly in front of her feet. She saw me do it. A few steps later, I glanced back; the note was gone. She took it. I stood watching them as they hailed a rickshaw. The three of them climbed in, and the rickshaw pulled away, disappearing into the city traffic.
A strange warmth spread through me as I walked toward my college. The memory of her boobs in my hands kept replaying in my mind. I could still feel the firm, tight softness, a result of her bra, I assumed. Lost in thought, I squeezed my own hand as if I were still holding her, then laughed at my foolishness. You call yourself a wrestler? One girl and you're already knocked out.
All day at college, my mind was elsewhere. She was all I could think about. I kept checking my phone, but no call came. That evening, back home, the images from the bus returned. My cock grew hard just from the memory of her mamos and hips.
I rubbed my cock through my trousers, but it only grew more rebellious. Today, it wasn’t satisfied with my hand. It needed her, the girl who had driven it mad on the bus, the touch of her pussy turning me to iron. I pulled it out of my trousers. It looked bigger than ever, its veins bulging, crying out for her pussy. The ache was so intense. I closed my eyes and imagined myself hugging her, losing all sense of myself. The next thing I knew, it was morning.
I woke up late. The bus would be arriving soon. I jumped out of bed, showered quickly, and grabbed my notebook and pen. I know she'll be on the bus again today. They always take the local bus during the holidays. My heart was pounding with anticipation as I walked to the bus stop. The bus was packed, but I managed to squeeze in near the door. I waited, my eyes fixed on the next stop.
Sure enough, the three of them boarded. My queen was on the side. A few passengers stood between us, but I began to inch my way forward, pushing through the crowd. I finally reached her. She looked up, and our eyes met. A flicker of something—excitement? recognition?—danced in her eyes before she quickly turned her back to me.
Today she wore a different gown, one that was even sexier. Her round, protruding hips were clearly visible. A few strands of hair hung loose from her scarf, ending just above her hips, smelling of a sweet perfume that made me crazy. Her waist was thin and long, flowing into those beautiful hips. Her boobs were lifted in a way that was absolutely deadly. The strap of her bra was visible under her armpit. The gown clung to her body beneath her hair.
The sight was intoxicating. With every bump of the bus, her butt swayed, making my cock stand up straight. It pressed right between her butt cheeks. The scent of her skin and the feel of her butt were driving me insane. I pressed my cock harder against her. She moved forward a little, but I couldn’t stop. I pressed again, and this time she didn’t move. She's enjoying this too. I can tell.
The crush from the next stop pushed her further back. Her waist pressed against my chest, and my cock, parting her butt cheeks, settled right against her butt hole. A wave of bliss washed over me. Her soft butt, brushing against my thighs, was pure pleasure. With every jerk of the bus, her hips would open and close, capturing my cock.
I was in ecstasy, a rush of intoxication flooding my body. The tight gown was the only barrier between her butt and my cock. She, too, seemed to be getting carried away. She pushed her hips hard against me, pressing her whole body into mine. The feel of my body must be driving her just as crazy as she is me. I placed both hands on her hips, grabbing and squeezing her cheeks hard.
A soft gasp escaped her lips, audible only to me. The fire is lit on both sides. I knew it. Her pussy must be craving a powerful lund just as much as my lund is craving it. She spread her legs, allowing my cock to slip forward, but the gown stopped me. I subtly began to lift her gown, my eyes scanning our surroundings. No one noticed. They were all in their own worlds.
I lifted the gown over her hips. She had a thin cloth underneath. My hands grasped her butt. It was softer than I could have imagined, like holding a cloud. My blood rushed to my head. My desire to have her was unbearable. My cock pushed me on. I parted her hips and buried my cock between them, squeezing.
This butt is pure bliss. I was lost. She was pressed tightly against me. I kissed the back of her head, whispering in her ear, "What's your name?" No reply. I asked again.
"So... so... Sobi... Sobia," she stammered, her voice trembling slightly.
"That's a beautiful name," I said. "Why didn't you call me? I was waiting." She didn’t answer. I slid my hand from under her armpit and grabbed one of her boobs. Oh, the pleasure! It was so firm, full of flesh, and so soft yet so hard. My body tingled. My cock jerked as if it was about to release. I squeezed her boobs hard. She quickly pushed my hand away, her voice shaking.
"Do you want to kill me?" she asked.
"I'm already dead for you," I whispered. "I love you, Sobi. I can’t live without you." I took her mamma again. This time, she didn't push my hand away. I squeezed her boobs and pulled her closer. The feel of her boobs was so incredible I couldn't bear it. My cock, under the combined attack of her hips and mamos, couldn't hold back. It ejaculated, staining my pants, but I didn't care. The long shirt hid it.
The bus arrived in the city, and she got off. I followed. I wasn’t going to college. My new mission was to find her place. She sat in a rickshaw, and I jumped in another, following. The rickshaw stopped near the City Science Academy. As she got out, I got out too. She saw me, smiled, and I gestured to my phone. All three of them laughed and walked into the academy. I stood there, watching.
A moment later, my phone rang. My heart leaped. It's her. It has to be. I answered.
"Hi, I'm Sobi," a girl's voice said.
I was overjoyed. "Hi. Thanks for calling."
"Look up," she said.
I did. What I saw was enough to make me lose my mind. Sobi was standing there, without her veil. She was a beautiful, elegant girl, far more than I had imagined. We talked for a while, and then I asked to meet her. She initially refused, but then agreed to come with her friends. I invited them to a well-known juice corner. I couldn't wait.
Exactly at 2 p.m., I was at the juice corner. Soon, I saw Sobi with her friends. I had the juice guy reserve a private cabin for us. We walked inside. Sobi sat next to me, and her friends sat across the table.
I quickly got off the bus, my eyes scanning the crowd. The girls were standing by the roadside, laughing and looking right at me. The other two were pretty, with nice figures, but my gaze was fixed on the one I’d just had my fun with. She was watching me, and as my eyes met hers, I felt a powerful, sexy pull.
I stared at her for a moment, mesmerized. Then, the girl beside her playfully slapped her hips, and they all burst into laughter. This is my chance, Amir. Give her the number. I remembered a trick a friend had taught me. I wrote my number on a hundred-rupee note, my fingers fumbling slightly, and walked towards them.
As I passed, I dropped the note discreetly in front of her feet. She saw me do it. A few steps later, I glanced back; the note was gone. She took it. I stood watching them as they hailed a rickshaw. The three of them climbed in, and the rickshaw pulled away, disappearing into the city traffic.
A strange warmth spread through me as I walked toward my college. The memory of her boobs in my hands kept replaying in my mind. I could still feel the firm, tight softness, a result of her bra, I assumed. Lost in thought, I squeezed my own hand as if I were still holding her, then laughed at my foolishness. You call yourself a wrestler? One girl and you're already knocked out.
All day at college, my mind was elsewhere. She was all I could think about. I kept checking my phone, but no call came. That evening, back home, the images from the bus returned. My cock grew hard just from the memory of her mamos and hips.
I rubbed my cock through my trousers, but it only grew more rebellious. Today, it wasn’t satisfied with my hand. It needed her, the girl who had driven it mad on the bus, the touch of her pussy turning me to iron. I pulled it out of my trousers. It looked bigger than ever, its veins bulging, crying out for her pussy. The ache was so intense. I closed my eyes and imagined myself hugging her, losing all sense of myself. The next thing I knew, it was morning.
I woke up late. The bus would be arriving soon. I jumped out of bed, showered quickly, and grabbed my notebook and pen. I know she'll be on the bus again today. They always take the local bus during the holidays. My heart was pounding with anticipation as I walked to the bus stop. The bus was packed, but I managed to squeeze in near the door. I waited, my eyes fixed on the next stop.
Sure enough, the three of them boarded. My queen was on the side. A few passengers stood between us, but I began to inch my way forward, pushing through the crowd. I finally reached her. She looked up, and our eyes met. A flicker of something—excitement? recognition?—danced in her eyes before she quickly turned her back to me.
Today she wore a different gown, one that was even sexier. Her round, protruding hips were clearly visible. A few strands of hair hung loose from her scarf, ending just above her hips, smelling of a sweet perfume that made me crazy. Her waist was thin and long, flowing into those beautiful hips. Her boobs were lifted in a way that was absolutely deadly. The strap of her bra was visible under her armpit. The gown clung to her body beneath her hair.
The sight was intoxicating. With every bump of the bus, her butt swayed, making my cock stand up straight. It pressed right between her butt cheeks. The scent of her skin and the feel of her butt were driving me insane. I pressed my cock harder against her. She moved forward a little, but I couldn’t stop. I pressed again, and this time she didn’t move. She's enjoying this too. I can tell.
The crush from the next stop pushed her further back. Her waist pressed against my chest, and my cock, parting her butt cheeks, settled right against her butt hole. A wave of bliss washed over me. Her soft butt, brushing against my thighs, was pure pleasure. With every jerk of the bus, her hips would open and close, capturing my cock.
I was in ecstasy, a rush of intoxication flooding my body. The tight gown was the only barrier between her butt and my cock. She, too, seemed to be getting carried away. She pushed her hips hard against me, pressing her whole body into mine. The feel of my body must be driving her just as crazy as she is me. I placed both hands on her hips, grabbing and squeezing her cheeks hard.
A soft gasp escaped her lips, audible only to me. The fire is lit on both sides. I knew it. Her pussy must be craving a powerful lund just as much as my lund is craving it. She spread her legs, allowing my cock to slip forward, but the gown stopped me. I subtly began to lift her gown, my eyes scanning our surroundings. No one noticed. They were all in their own worlds.
I lifted the gown over her hips. She had a thin cloth underneath. My hands grasped her butt. It was softer than I could have imagined, like holding a cloud. My blood rushed to my head. My desire to have her was unbearable. My cock pushed me on. I parted her hips and buried my cock between them, squeezing.
This butt is pure bliss. I was lost. She was pressed tightly against me. I kissed the back of her head, whispering in her ear, "What's your name?" No reply. I asked again.
"So... so... Sobi... Sobia," she stammered, her voice trembling slightly.
"That's a beautiful name," I said. "Why didn't you call me? I was waiting." She didn’t answer. I slid my hand from under her armpit and grabbed one of her boobs. Oh, the pleasure! It was so firm, full of flesh, and so soft yet so hard. My body tingled. My cock jerked as if it was about to release. I squeezed her boobs hard. She quickly pushed my hand away, her voice shaking.
"Do you want to kill me?" she asked.
"I'm already dead for you," I whispered. "I love you, Sobi. I can’t live without you." I took her mamma again. This time, she didn't push my hand away. I squeezed her boobs and pulled her closer. The feel of her boobs was so incredible I couldn't bear it. My cock, under the combined attack of her hips and mamos, couldn't hold back. It ejaculated, staining my pants, but I didn't care. The long shirt hid it.
The bus arrived in the city, and she got off. I followed. I wasn’t going to college. My new mission was to find her place. She sat in a rickshaw, and I jumped in another, following. The rickshaw stopped near the City Science Academy. As she got out, I got out too. She saw me, smiled, and I gestured to my phone. All three of them laughed and walked into the academy. I stood there, watching.
A moment later, my phone rang. My heart leaped. It's her. It has to be. I answered.
"Hi, I'm Sobi," a girl's voice said.
I was overjoyed. "Hi. Thanks for calling."
"Look up," she said.
I did. What I saw was enough to make me lose my mind. Sobi was standing there, without her veil. She was a beautiful, elegant girl, far more than I had imagined. We talked for a while, and then I asked to meet her. She initially refused, but then agreed to come with her friends. I invited them to a well-known juice corner. I couldn't wait.
Exactly at 2 p.m., I was at the juice corner. Soon, I saw Sobi with her friends. I had the juice guy reserve a private cabin for us. We walked inside. Sobi sat next to me, and her friends sat across the table.