Misc. Erotica Aniklal Ki Aneri : Crushed inside the Bus

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Probably half an hour later, I felt some discomfort in my left leg. I was sleeping on my side, facing the window, when I realized my left foot was stuck. As the discomfort continued, I slowly came to my senses and found that Aniklal Uncle’s leg was lying over mine. Without thinking much, I pushed his leg away and tried to sleep again. Barely a minute later, he placed his leg over mine once more. This time, I got alert and pushed it immediately again. But when he did it a third time, I became concerned and fully woke up. Instead of pushing his leg again, I tried to understand why he was doing it. And before I could think clearly, he began rubbing his foot against mine, as if trying to communicate something. It felt like he was showing affection. But why? Soon, I recalled Bijender ji's ‘Love couple’ allegation again. Ohh.., whether he also started believing in such a type of concept and got driven by his lust, dreaming to ride me like others?  That very thought sent a shiver through me. 

He was a relative of Dad’s friend and  it was shocking to believe  that he was also carrying such desire for me. Before he could go further, I pushed his leg away again. But then, in his next attempt, he shifted further closer and placed his entire leg over me. Now his thigh was almost overlapping my thigh, and I could feel some pressure on my ass as well. I tried to turn towards him and counter. But before I could react, he held my shoulder and restrained my position and then whispered in my ear, “Relax… kuch nahi hoga… aaram se raho.” (Relax… nothing will happen… just stay comfortable.)

OMG, what is he doing? I was shocked. I turned my head slightly right towards him and grunt silently , “Uncle… ye kya kar rahe ho?” (Uncle… what are you doing?). While saying so I also tried to remove his hand from my shoulder but he grabbed my hand and then re-adjusted his position to move further closer to me. Now he was completely behind me, his chest and abdomen pressed against my back. Sequentially, he wrapped his right arm around my abdomen and held me tighter against himself.  My ass was fully pressed against his crotch. That was too much to accept. I reacted saying, “Uncleee….” and tried hard to remove his hand grip. I was not able to speak much — probably in shock or shame, instead  trying to resist him physically.

He seemed as if he was expecting such resistance. He held me tightly in place and whispered, “Shhh…Aneri.  Shaant raho … kuch nahi hoga (Shhh…Aneri… stay quiet… nothing will happen)”. Taking a pause, he continued further “ Humdono akele hain… koi nahi dekh raha. Masti karte hain na thoda.” (We’re alone here and no one is  watching us. Let’s have some fun.)

I was already fuming from his awkward  body contact. His such ugly proposal made me crazy. I was shocked to know that he was aspiring to fuck me and that too in a running bus. I fell in deep fear and  continued my unsuccessful attempts to resist him in panic and muttered, “Uncle… nahi…” (Uncle… no…).

He didn’t listen. My objections had no effect on him and he continued his assault. He was so close to me that I could feel his hot breath on my ear. At the same time, I started feeling something hard pressing against my ass. And in no time, I realized what that was. I struggled desperately to free myself, but I couldn’t break free from his powerful grip. His arms held me tightly, making escape impossible. Slowly, his hand moved upward and grabbed my boobs. He squeezed them hard with raw desire. Soon after, he began rubbing his cock against my ass, grinding slowly but firmly. His hidden lust for me was pretty open, and even intensified more in the influence of alcohol. 

Even though I was not liking his actions, his physical stimulations were raising my body temperature. Heat spread through me like wildfire. Being a 20-year-old virgin, I had always dreamed about sex, but never dared to cross the line because of family and societal restrictions. Now, his bold assault was slowly awakening my hidden desires. My resistance became weaker and weaker, becoming more symbolic than real.  I was trying to control my emotions but his actions were pulling me into his nasty erotic play.  Soon all my resistance started becoming fake. By resisting him, I was just trying to portray myself as an ideal girl, a girl who would not accept such advances so easily from any man. But deep inside, I was turning to a slut.