We, my husband, and me were returning after visiting a relative's function late at night. The bus was crowded. My husband pushed me inside and instructed me to go at the back thinking it may not be less crowded there. He was wrong It was much more crowded and we both got stuck. I was at the back and he was stuck somewhere in the middle.
Some more crowed came in and I was pushed back against a young man who was facing me. I was holding the supporting straps with both my hands but still swaying with the movements of the bus. Every now and then I was falling on him but he supported me with firm body. He was pleasant to look at strong, medium height and in his twenties.
Suddenly I realized that something was poking me at my pubes. When I looked down it was his erection. By the impression it created it was quite big. I tried to push away but there was no space. I looked at him.
"I am sorry, I can't help." He whispered in my ear." You are very beautiful." He added.
I tried to look at my husband but he was also pushed against some lady passenger and by his expression he was enjoying. I removed one of my hands from the holding strap to put it in-between us but it touched his erection. I thought what the heck at least I can feel the size of it. My husband was average and I heard there are men with bigger equipment. Curiosity kills the cat, but what a way to go. By then I was hot wet and I started itching you know where.
The bus was dark and nobody was noticing. I started rubbing it slowly.
"Please open the zip." He whispered with eagerness in his voice and spread his legs further.
I lowered the zip slowly and it sprang out. He was without shorts and I had to cover it with folds of my saree. It was may be a foot long. You know I am exaggerating but it was thick and long. Off course I am comparing it with whatever sizes I saw before, including my hubby. You see we are a liberal couple and we don't mined if one of us missed the beat once in a while. I took the monster with my palm but I was unable to circle it with my fingers. It was hot, leaking from the mouth and stiff like steel. I tasted the nectar and it was sweet. I thought I might jack him to give him relief. But the young man wanted the real thing and now it was his turn to lead the action. He lowered his hand and slowly started lifting my saree. It was dark, crowded and by then I was reckless. I helped him to reach his goal.
He touched me, explored me, pushed his one then two of his fingers in my itching wet snatch and tasted me. By then his member had his own ideas. It too wanted to explore me and who I was to refuse such a delicious request. I took it in my hand and tried to relive my itch with it. But the itch was somewhere deep inside. I was desperate. I inserted it slowly by spreading and lifting one of my legs. It was difficult but I was fully supported by the body of the young man. Slowly it went in spreading me to the limit till it reached the end of my tunnel. I left it there. The rest of the things were taken care by the jerks of the bus and the sweet potholes of the road. Once in a while the bus was stopped suddenly, that was an additional bonus. How many times I came I lost the count and finally, after ages the young man grunted and started filling me with his hose. I clamped my mouth tight, as I was afraid it might come out of my mouth. I know it cannot happen that way but still who knows strange things happen in life.
