08-08-2019, 04:26 PM
(This post was last modified: 30-01-2023, 06:48 PM by Mohit.Kumar. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
His eyes travelled to her full breasts accentuated by the saree drawn tight across them and then lower down to her waist, which was exposed, as she had worn the saree low, below her navel. The saree was flimsy and her dark blouse was clearly visible through it, and this scruffy fellow was stripping her nude with his eyes as she drew level with the car. The insolent fellow didn’t stop leching at her even as she spoke to him and asked “Can you take me to main street?” In silent agreement, the passenger door swung open, and as she entered the cab, the driver turned around and gave her a slow once over, his gaze coming to a rest directly on her tits. Chaitali felt a chill run down her spine as she realised that both of them were drunk.
She averted his eyes and settled down, fidgeting with her purse to keep her from looking at him. As he engaged gears, he reached up to adjust the rear view mirror and focussed it on her breasts. Chaitali noticed this movement and looked up, as she did so, she came face to face with the helper who was now openly leering at her. As she gulped, she noticed the lecherous smile on his face as he turned his face away and looked at the driver. The driver met his gaze and also returned the same smile. It was almost as if an unspoken agreement had been signed. Chaitali realised all this and almost panicked into jumping out of the speeding cab, but she tried to blame it all on her imagination and tried to stay calm. Home was a long way off.
The cab sped along deserted roads, and Chaitali felt the tiredness begin to overtake her. She fought it as long as she could; yet she was unaware of the attention that the driver was paying at the rear view mirror. If only she knew that he was gazing at her lush breasts as they jiggled with every little pothole that the cab encountered. The breeze through the open window drove away her fears, but it also drove away her saree from her blouse, causing her right breast and deep scooped neckline to come into view. The driver noticed this and rubbed his hardening cock through his trousers.
She averted his eyes and settled down, fidgeting with her purse to keep her from looking at him. As he engaged gears, he reached up to adjust the rear view mirror and focussed it on her breasts. Chaitali noticed this movement and looked up, as she did so, she came face to face with the helper who was now openly leering at her. As she gulped, she noticed the lecherous smile on his face as he turned his face away and looked at the driver. The driver met his gaze and also returned the same smile. It was almost as if an unspoken agreement had been signed. Chaitali realised all this and almost panicked into jumping out of the speeding cab, but she tried to blame it all on her imagination and tried to stay calm. Home was a long way off.
The cab sped along deserted roads, and Chaitali felt the tiredness begin to overtake her. She fought it as long as she could; yet she was unaware of the attention that the driver was paying at the rear view mirror. If only she knew that he was gazing at her lush breasts as they jiggled with every little pothole that the cab encountered. The breeze through the open window drove away her fears, but it also drove away her saree from her blouse, causing her right breast and deep scooped neckline to come into view. The driver noticed this and rubbed his hardening cock through his trousers.
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