Adultery NEMESIS

[Neelkantha]

Part 68 – Pihu Enjoyed A Touch In The Crowded Bus

Pihu’s POV- Sometimes I wonder how so many events can happen one after another in a person's life. Some of these events happened to me without my knowledge and without my consent. Earlier, I have described many of them in this story. Today too, I will describe to you one such incident where I was forced to do something against my will. Though at first I did not like it, but gradually I started liking it. Let's know about that incident in detail. It was a hot and humid Friday evening. My husband Bijan and I were going to his village house. Bijan's father, i.e. my father-in-law called Bijan and asked both of us to come to his village house immediately. But why? Of course, I did not know the reason. But because my father-in-law called, both of us left for his village. Since we have our own car, we usually go to our village house by car. But since our car had broken down at that time, we decided to go to the village by a bus. My previous experience of travelling by bus was not good, which I have mentioned in this story. So I had no desire to travel by bus. So I told Bijan, "Bijan, I don't want to travel by bus. See, if we can find and hire a taxi or cab, we can go to the village comfortably." But that day I was very unlucky. We did not find a single empty taxi. Even if we found, no one wanted to go so far. Everyone said the same thing, "We can't go, Bhaiya (brother). We won't get any ride on the way back. I will have to return in an empty car. The fare you are paying will not do me any good." I realized that we had no other option but to take the bus. This is what happened. Finally, Bijan gave up and told me, "What else can I do, nobody wants to go. We are not even getting a cab to go to the village. Why don't we take a bus? After getting off the bus, I will either take an auto or some other vehicle." What else could I say to him, I agreed to go by bus. I had some courage in my heart that this time Bijan is with me. If something bad happens to me, I will tell him immediately. I will not let the previous incident happen with me again. But who can write and change one’s own fate? Whatever is written on the fate will must happen. Nothing else. The same happened with me. But how will we get on any bus, every bus was very crowded that day. It was afternoon time. Every bus was full of office people. There was no place to even put a foot in any bus. After missing two-three buses like this, we both somehow got on a bus with great difficulty. Bijan was standing in front near the gate of the bus, I went towards the ladies’ seat. There were girls and women standing in a row in front of me. So despite my best efforts, I could not reach the front row. I was forced to stand behind them holding the bus rod above my head.

There were many girls and women standing on both sides and behind me. Gradually the bus started getting more crowded. I was feeling suffocated because of the crowd. And because of the crowd, I was not able to see Bijan anymore. Well, I somehow managed to hold the rod of the bus somehow above my head and saved myself from falling. At that very moment, a strange incident happened to me. Suddenly, I felt someone put his hand on my waist. He did not caress my waist. Instead, he put his hand on my waist very tightly. Even in this crowd, I could feel the pressure and touch of his hand on my waist. At first, I thought it must be a caddish boy or a man. There are many small-hearted men roaming on the streets who are experts in touching the bodies of girls or women by boarding crowded buses. I thought that maybe someone was touching my body taking advantage of the crowd in the bus. I was startled and looked back. I thought that if I looked back, I would probably see a young man or a middle-aged office employee doing this. But I realized my mistake when I turned back and saw a short-heighted and fat elderly woman behind me instead of a boy or a man. The woman must have been around 55 years old. Her hair was white in places. The extra flesh on her body did not escape my notice. On the other side of the thick black framed glasses, there was a deep mischievous look. And there was a mischievous smile on her lips too. As soon as I turned back to look at her, the woman looked at me and said smilingly, "I am not able to reach the top of the rod. So I am holding you. Don't mind." Although I did not like the way the woman was holding my waist from behind, but still, as a courtesy, I told her, "No, no. I have no problem. You stand like this." The woman did not say anything more. I also turned forward again. The bus was moving as before. And I was still somehow holding the bus rod above my head. But suddenly, a shiver ran through my entire body. Oh! I found that the woman's hands were not just holding, but also squeezing my waist and pressing it gently. How long can I tolerate all this in a crowded bus? I turned back and looked at her again. Before I could say anything, she said, "Your body is so soft! Wherever I put my hands, it feels like butter!" Who doesn't like to hear compliments? I do too. I didn't say anything more to her. I turned back again. And the woman continued to press my waist happily with her hands as before.


There was a light shining in the bus right in front of where I was standing. It would be wrong to say that it was shining. It would light up once and then go off with the jolt of the bus. After a while it would start shining again on its own. The conductor tapped on it to fix it. But the result was just the opposite. The light went off and then did not light up again. The conductor tapped it several times, but his efforts were futile. The light did not light up the second time. So there was a kind of darkness in front of me. The conductor gave up and soon left. Meanwhile, there was constant jostling in the bus due to the crowd. It was evening time. The bus was packed with people returning from office. I felt as if I was short of breath. I was sweating a lot due to the heat, humidity and the crowd. Big drops of sweat were slowly rolling down my forehead and neck. My blouse and bra were completely soaked in sweat. My armpits were also drenched in sweat. Sweat stains were appearing strangely on the sleeves of my blouse. I was very ashamed to show my sweaty armpits in front of everyone. But I could not do anything. If I removed my hand from the rod, I would definitely fall. So, even if it was out of embarrassment, I stood there. And I kept sweating more and more. Meanwhile, the crowd in the bus was increasing more than before. It was becoming difficult to control myself in this crowd. It seemed as if no one was getting off the bus. Rather, people were boarding the bus one after the other. At this moment, the hands of the woman standing behind me were becoming even more uncontrollable. Now her hands had moved from my waist to my belly. I always wear my saree a little below my navel. Therefore, almost my entire belly is visible from under the saree. Today that woman was taking full advantage of this. She put her hand under my saree and started pressing my chubby belly. She was enjoying it with her hands. Sometimes she put her little finger in my navel and started moving it as per her wish! There was no space for me to stand even a little to the side in the bus. There was a huge crowd in front and behind me. And I had no way to remove her hand from my belly. The bus was moving so fast that if I tried to remove my hand from the rod, I would definitely fall. And if I looked back, she would smile and show her teeth and say something like before. So I was forced to stand up somehow. And that woman also kept pressing my belly and navel to her heart's content. I looked around carefully to see if anyone was looking at me. I was a little relieved to see that only women and girls were standing around me. The bus was packed with people. Everyone was standing in their own style. No one was looking at me. And even if someone was looking, no one would have seen anything special. This was because the light in front of me had been switched off and now the whole place was dark. So there was no fear of anyone seeing anything special. So I felt somewhat relieved and stood there as before.


This time, the driver suddenly braked the bus hard, and my hand slipped off the rod above my head. As I leaned forward a little, a hand of the woman standing behind me hit me right on my chest. The bus was moving at full speed. But the road was so broken and bad that the bus would either fall into a ditch or brake hard. And as soon as I felt even a little uncomfortable, the hand of the woman standing behind me would touch my chest. Then, as soon as I stood upright, she would also stand upright. At one point, she shouted at the bus driver and conductor, "Drive carefully, brother. There is a lot of crowd. I am somehow standing by holding on to someone else. If you drive like this, I will fall down." Hearing her words, one or two people laughed softly. The bus kept moving as before. Now the lady asked me, "Are you having any problem standing like this? You can understand, I am short-heighted. My hand cannot reach the upper rod. If I don't hold on to something, I will fall. So when I found you in front of me, I held you. Now don't think anything else in your mind. I am older than you. I am not young like you." "Although you are not young like me, but your body is boiling with your own lust. If you were of my age, God knows what you would have done to me?" I said to myself. But with a smile on my face, I told her, "No, no, I have no problem." God only knows what the lady meant by my words. After a while, I found that the lady put one of her hands inside my saree and pulled the saree a little and hid her hand well. Then, raising her hand a little, she started rubbing slowly from my belly to my chest. From the edge of the saree to the end of the blouse, she started caressing the every part of my belly that was sticking out! She started caressing my belly and below my boobs gently. The bus was packed with people, and I was feeling hot in between. On top of that, the sensual touch of that woman on my belly and boobs! Overall, every single hair on my body stood up. Meanwhile, that woman did not stop moving her hand even for a moment. She was caressing my belly gently. Sometimes, her hand was touching my chest gently. She was in no hurry. She was doing her work calmly. As if she knew very well what she was doing, and what would be the result. It seemed as if she was deliberately trying to excite me continuously. I looked around again. Is anyone watching me? I felt relieved again. No one was watching me. I did not know when I started liking the touch of that woman's hand on my body. Slowly, sensuality started showing its effect in my body. I slowly started getting weak with the touch of that woman's hand. I turned back and looked at her. That woman again looked at me with the same mischievous smile. But she did not say anything. She did not remove her hand from my body even for a moment. She kept doing whatever she was doing, the way she was doing it. I forced myself to turn around again and face forward.


Then the bus stopped at a stop. Some women and men got off in front of me. The crowd in front of me had become less than before. Now I was able to see Bijan again. He had found a seat long ago and was sitting there comfortably. He did not care at all about how hard his wife was struggling to stand in this crowd. He was sitting on his seat and looking out of the window joyfully. He did not look back at me even once. I was very angry with Bijan. Let him go home today, I will punish him severely. I will not even let him touch my body, let alone fucking. As soon as I thought of him touching my body, I came back to reality in a jolt. The bus had started moving again. One hand of the woman standing behind me had come straight to my chest through my saree! She had started fondling one of my boobs very slowly. She was moving one of her hands on one of my boobs and with the other hand she was holding my waist tightly so that she would not fall due to the jolt of the bus. Meanwhile, I was unable to leave the rod and was also unable to remove her hand from my boob. If I had removed my hand from the rod, I would have fallen. So I stood there helplessly. The woman was now comfortably moving her hands on my boobs and belly. I had become quite hot by then, so unknowingly I let the woman do this to me. This time she started pressing one of my boobs directly. Then she left it again and started caressing my belly. She put her fingers in my navel and started moving it. She again moved her hand up and started pressing my boob. In this way her hands kept playing on my belly, navel and boobs for some time. After a while, I realized that the woman had opened the lowest button of my blouse. Then she tried to put her hand inside my blouse. But she could not. Finally, failing, she unbuttoned another button from the bottom of my blouse. I started sweating. This time, not from the heat, but from fear. What was this woman doing to me! Molesting me in such a crowded bus! I had never imagined in my wildest dreams that I would be molested by a middle-aged woman like this and that I would have to be so helpless in front of her. Suddenly, the woman's hand moved away from my blouse. I heaved a sigh of relief. She would have put her hand inside my blouse right away! What would she have done next? Squeezing my boobs over my bra? Imagining this scene in my mind made me sweat even more. Oh God! I had a narrow escape. The woman came to her senses just in time. She herself removed her hand from my blouse. The bus stopped at another stop. I was about to button my blouse back again when I felt something else and was shocked. My misconception was shattered badly at that very moment. The woman had not given up at all. As soon as the bus stopped at the stop, I felt that this time both the hands of the woman were on my waist. And they were slowly moving upwards on my back. The lady ran her hands over my broad back, which was sticking out of the gap in my blouse, a few times. Then she slowly pushed her hands behind my blouse. By then, my chest had started to swell. What was the lady going to do? I couldn’t understand. As soon as some passengers boarded the bus, the bus started moving again. The lady quickly reached her hands to the hook of my bra and skillfully unhooked it in one go. Then she took her hands out from behind my blouse. She did this so quickly that no third person in the bus except me and her even noticed it. Meanwhile, as soon as the hook of my bra opened, the front of my blouse became looser than before. Again, one of the lady’s hands went inside my saree. As before, she slowly moved her hand up and down my belly. Then she put two of her fingers inside my blouse and separated my bra from my chest and moved it a little forward. Then what? Immediately, I felt the touch of that woman's hot and sweaty hand on my right boob. My whole body started shaking. I started shivering like a fever patient while standing. As the bus started moving, that woman started rubbing her hand on my boob. I could clearly feel the touch of that woman's hand on my naked boob. It did not take that woman long to find my nipple. She started rolling my right nipple slowly with her two fingers. And in between she started squeezing my boob too. How brave that woman was!!! She did not hesitate at all to behave like this with a married woman like me in such a crowded bus! Despite being a woman, she took advantage of the crowded bus and loosened another woman's blouse-bra and kept caressing and pressing her naked boobs. Due to shame and fear, I did not have the courage to turn back and face her. I was just looking here and there to see if anyone was watching us in this condition. Once I thought of shouting and calling Bijan. Then I thought, what should I tell him? How can I tell everyone what this woman has been doing to me for the last half an hour? Everyone will think I am wrong. They will ask why I did not tell everyone till now? I had also been giving her a chance to do dirty things with me for so long time. I have no answer to all this. That is why I stood quite helplessly like before without calling Bijan.


This time the woman left my boobs and started caressing my belly again. In this way, sometimes on my belly, sometimes on my boobs, sometimes on my back, she kept moving her hands and my whole body started getting goosebumps again and again. Before this, many men including Bijan have played with my body in different ways at different times. They have touched my body. They have caressed my body. They have kissed me. They have even fucked me. But none of them knew the skill of this woman's hands. I have no choice but to accept it without any hesitation. No one has been able to increase the level of desire and lust in my body slowly but steadily with their skilled hands like her and take it to the peak. My body had now woken up from its sleep. Now my hungry body was wanting that woman's disobedient hands to come on my chest once again. Squeeze and twist my boobs well. She held my nipples between her two fingers and squeezed them tightly. But my innate sense of shame and self-respect wanted her to free me from this embarrassing situation. I had no control over these two contradictory feelings. I had now become a mere puppet in that woman's hands. A slave to her will. I had to do everything she wanted, the way she wanted. Amidst these thoughts, I felt that the woman's hand had started moving upwards again. It reached the very bottom of my blouse. My hands and legs started trembling again. But I was unable to understand whether it was fear, shame or the desire to get the ultimate pleasure of lust at that moment. At that time, all I could understand was that the woman's hand was creating an intense excitement in my body. Of lust. From which I was not able to come out even if I wanted to. Perhaps I did not even want to come out of it. That woman's hand once again entered the gap between my blouse and bra. She took one of my boobs in her fist. Then she squeezed it slowly and skillfully. Gently. For a long time. It seemed as if there was no end to it. On one side my nipple was being squeezed mercilessly between her two fingers and on the other side she was continuously squeezing my boobs with her palm and other fingers. Now she stood up slowly, somehow sticking to my body. The height of that woman must have been near my belly. I could feel the hot air of her breath on the right side of my belly. Due to the movement of the bus, her own heavy boobs were constantly rubbing against my buttocks. She took her right hand out of my blouse and placed it on my waist. My heart sank a little. By then I was completely heated up. I wanted that woman to squeeze my boobs better. But I felt a little sad when her hand suddenly came out of my blouse like this. Although I did not say anything to her face. But I did not know that there were still many surprises left for me. Now instead of the right hand, the left hand of that lady became a little active. She put her left hand inside my saree and kept it on my belly in the same way. Then she was moving her left hand on my left boob. I realized that now it was the turn of that hand. She started squeezing my left boob in the same way as she had squeezed my right boob. And she also started rolling the nipple between her two fingers in the same way. An unbearable wave of pleasure ran through my whole body. I had never even dreamed that a completely unknown woman could take me to the peak of physical pleasure with just her hands. Any other time, a loud moan of lust would have come out of my mouth. But knowing that it was not appropriate to do so in a crowded bus, I somehow bit my lower lip with my teeth and suppressed my inner moan within me. I did not let it come out. Still, I was sure that even if it was not a moan, a vague “grunting” sound must have come out of my throat. Because the girl standing on my left turned towards me for a moment after hearing that sound in my throat. I don't know whether she saw me that day and understood my situation or she thought I was some cheap street prostitute. I don't know. It didn't matter to me. I was drowning in the ocean of lust at that time. The girl looked at me once and then turned her face away. And I again looked at that woman's hand.


After squeezing my left boob for a while, the lady took her hand out of my blouse and again placed it on my waist. This time her right hand started moving again. She realized that moving the left hand was getting a little too dangerous. Realizing that it would be easier to hide her right hand under my saree, she put her right hand inside my saree again. I was not at all prepared for what she did this time. I thought that maybe she would again put her hand inside my blouse and squeeze my boobs. But this time she did not do that. Instead, she moved her right hand on my belly and suddenly brought her hand down and squeezed my pussy hard from above the saree. I did not understand what to do. But I felt that the panties under my saree and petticoat was completely soaked with my own pussy juice. And I understood this very well because the lady was squeezing my pussy with her fist. Maybe she also understood. As soon as I was shocked, the lady left my pussy. It seemed like she wanted to make sure whether my pussy was filled with its juices or not. As soon as she realized this, she left my pussy. Meanwhile, the lady's hand came on my belly again. And her hand was slowly moving upwards. I thought that maybe she will put her hand inside my bra again. But she did not do that this time too. Rather, she opened another button below my blouse. This time I was very uncomfortable. My blouse was completely loose due to the bra hook and the three buttons below the blouse opening together. This time, the driver suddenly applied the brake and the woman suddenly pulled the right part of my bra and lifted it up from my boob. In the crowded bus, my right boob came out of the blouse and bra and was completely naked under my saree. I came to know from her hot breath and movements that she was looking at my right boob intently by putting her face inside my saree. I felt very uncomfortable. I also felt a little shy. But I couldn't do anything. She again pulled her face out of my saree. Her hands again started playing with my naked boobs. Uff... I couldn't take it anymore. That lady was doing whatever she wanted with my boobs in the crowded bus. She was twisting my nipples again and again. I couldn't control myself anymore. My body was convulsing. My whole body had become stiff. For a moment, I couldn't feel the rest of my body below the waist. Then I just held the rod tightly and released my pussy juices while standing. My whole body was trembling. Especially both my legs. I was feeling very tired and weak. I felt that I couldn't take it anymore. I would fall right now. Meanwhile, my pussy was continuously oozing out its juices. My panties were completely wet, and I could feel that even my petticoat was getting wet with my pussy juices. But I couldn't do anything. I was just standing there helplessly and was releasing my pussy juices in my panties. The woman standing behind me started watching me helplessly releasing my pussy juices and she started enjoying this scene with great enthusiasm.


As soon as I finished cumming, the lady took her hand out of my bra. Before that, she pulled the bra and covered my right boob like before. Her hand again came to my waist. This time, both her hands were near my back. I was not able to understand what she wanted to do now. However, as soon as the bus stopped at a stop, I felt a tug on my bra strap. I realized that the lady had again put the bra hook on my back like before. I heaved a sigh of relief, balanced my body a little, buttoned the three buttons of my blouse again and stood up like a good woman. Well, this time I was free. Maybe the lady would get off at the next stop, so she let me go. But my misconception was broken once again in a strange way. At this time, the conductor came and started issuing tickets for us. My ticket must have been issued by Bijan long ago, so the conductor did not ask me anything. He passed by me and said to the lady, "Now buy your ticket, aunty. Your stop has come." The woman took out a small purse from inside her blouse and gave the money to the conductor. The conductor issued her a ticket and returned the ticket and some change. When she was putting it back in her purse, a one rupee coin slipped from her hand and fell somewhere on the floor of the bus. Holding my waist with one hand, she sat down on the floor of the bus and started looking for her money. Then suddenly, she lifted the bottom of my saree a little and put her hand inside my petticoat. Then, without my knowledge, she put her hand inside my panties and my pussy. Then she tried to put her finger in my pussy! But since I was standing, my pussy lips were closed so she could not put her finger in my pussy despite trying again and again. "Where is it, where has it gone? Why can't I find it?" the woman said in an annoyed tone. It did not take me even a minute to understand that she was talking about my pussy. I stood up helplessly, spreading my legs a little on both sides. My pussy opened in a moment. My pussy was filled with juices. Her finger entered my pussy with a jerk. "Aaahh... now it's in my hands." That woman said this with a sigh of relief while rubbing my pussy well with her finger. Then she inserted her finger in and out of my pussy several times and fucked my pussy with her finger and took her finger out of my panties. Then I stood there with my eyes closed in shame. She had caught me having an orgasm while standing. After a while, I saw her standing again. Then, leaving me behind, she started walking towards the front of the bus, pushing the crowd. Maybe her stop must have come. Now she will get off. Then she looked back at me once and gave me a naughty smile again. Then, pointing towards me, she quickly put her finger in her mouth and sucked it quickly. Yuck!! She tasted my pussy juice which was on her finger. What did I do in front of so many people in the bus!! Yuck, I should have stopped her earlier! Then she would not have had the courage to behave so badly with me. I don't know what condition we were in. Did anyone see us doing all this? What would someone have thought of me? I was thinking all this when suddenly I heard Bijan's voice from the front, "Pihu, our stop has come. We have to get down." It meant that the woman would also get down at our stop. Bijan was at the bus gate. But I was too deep inside the bus. I quickly tried to push the crowd and get out. But I was unable to get out. A man stood aside and gave me a way to get out. I had just reached the bus gate when suddenly someone from the crowd pressed one of my boobs hard over my saree. I turned my head to see who did this. But I could not understand whether it was someone from the crowd or someone else. Anyway, the touch of that strong hand was of a man. I was sure of this much.


I somehow got out of the bus and saw Bijan standing and smilingly talking to the woman, "Hey aunty, were you also in this bus? I never saw you. If I had seen you, I would have given you my seat. You could have sat comfortably." Hearing this, I became more angry. His own married wife was standing in the crowd all the way, it did not matter to him, and he would give his seat to some unknown woman. The woman smiled and said, "Hey, I did not see you either. Are you going home? Alone?" Bijan said, "No, my wife is with me." The woman said, "Oh, what's the matter! I have never seen your wife before. I could not even come to your wedding. Will you not introduce me to your wife?" Bijan saw me standing now and said, "Sure. This is my wife." Then he said to me, "Pihu, come here. Aunty wants to meet you." I stood in front of the woman and greeted her. Seeing me, the woman was startled as if she had seen a ghost. Then she composed herself and smiled again, "Oh wow, is that so? Is this your wife!? Look what's the matter. I have been holding your wife in the bus for so long. I am short. I cannot reach such a high pole. That is why I come in the bus holding someone else. Like today I held your wife. And your wife is also very nice, she did not say a single word." I understood that this is the habit of that woman. Getting into a crowded bus and touching another girl's body. She is a confirmed lesbian. But I did not mention these things in front of Bijan. Then Bijan said to that woman, "Are you also going home? Come with us. I will take an auto, we will drop you home and then we both will go home." I saw that the woman was a widow. Due to shame and anger, I could not say anything to her. But she was looking absolutely carefree. As if nothing had happened. There was no sign of the antics of a moment ago in her eyes and face. Thinking of me sitting next to her in the same auto, her face lit up for a moment. Perhaps she would have taken advantage of the darkness in the auto to caress my body again. Perhaps this time she would have put her fingers in my pussy and fondled me well. But this time Bijan would be with us. She realized that she would not be able to do much with me in front of Bijan, so she said, "No. You guys go. I will go home after doing some shopping. You guys will be very late. Don't worry about me. I will go home comfortably. I am used to it." I noticed that Bijan did not say anything more. He called an auto and we got into it. The woman was still standing. Before we left, the woman said to Bijan, "Bring your wife to my house tomorrow evening sometime. We will sit and talk." Bijan nodded and we left for home. She left our auto and went away. After a while I asked Bijan, "So, what happened, why father suddenly called both of us?" Bijan said, "I don't know exactly. He just said on the phone, come here with Pihu today. I have to talk to both of you." I started wondering why my father-in-law would have called me with Bijan. I was not able to understand. Let's understand what the matter is only after reaching there. Then the words of that woman flashed in my mind again. I asked Bijan, "So, who was that woman? I have never seen her before." Bijan smiled and said, "You will see how, she did not come to our wedding. That is why you did not see her." I said, "But who is she?" Bijan said, "She lives in the street next to ours. She is a very old and good friend of my mother. Just like Sangeeta is your friend. She sometimes comes to our house in the afternoon or evening to talk to my mother." I promptly said, "Does she come to talk or to have lesbian sex with your mother?" Bijan could not hear me properly due to the noise of the auto. He said, "Did you say something?" I made an innocent face and said, "No, I did not say anything." I did not talk anything else with Bijan. Because by then I had understood what I had to understand. I came to know that my mother-in-law is also a big player. This time the game will be good. (Contd.)

 

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