It was a hot humid day that of that summer of 1985. I remember sitting on that hot sand of Juhu Beach in Bombay with my wife. The sweat beads trickled from my forehead and I could feel some of it trickle down my back. It felt disgusting. This was my wife's idea of a second chance for us. Travel all the way to India to save our marriage. The only thing that would save this marriage right now would be if she walked into the Indian Ocean and never came back.
Well, I was not going to rock the boat. I had too much to lose in this relationship and the inevitable divorce. But I was not going to make it easy for her. The bitch had made me work for all I was worth and here she sat next to me, basking in the hot Indian sun, probably thinking in her mind "I got you, you bastard"
I turned around to her and politely said "Honey, its hotter than hell here, can't we just head back to the hotel and relax a bit?" The answer came back curt and sharp, "I want to stay here for a bit, you can go back if you want to!" That was good enough for me. I put on my leather sandals, hoisted myself up and walked back to the hotel.
As I made my way back, I thought, "Why not take a ride in the local bus here. I have never traveled the city bus," so I made my way to the bus stop instead, making sure that I had some lose change in my pocket. There were a few people there at the bus stop, but one person specifically drew my attention. She was a young girl, probably around 18-19 years old and beautiful. She wore a sleeveless green dress, which was lose around most of her body, but clung to her breasts. I glanced at her breasts again. Her nipples were taut and I could see them poke through her bra and her dress. "Whoa!" I thought "some nipples those are!" As my gaze fixed on her tits, I noticed that she had caught me staring at her. I looked up at her and she smiled at me, not knowing what to do I smiled back and raised my right hand as a hello. She shook her head at me and nodded back saying hello.
I looked away for a bit cause I was beginning to get embarrassed at the growing bulge in my pant. Mercifully the bus arrived in a couple of minutes and we all climbed in. The buses in Bombay are crowded almost 12 hours of the day. Of course, there was only standing room. I found myself conveniently crushed between this 300-lb. man behind me and this beautiful girl in front of me. I had my hand held on the bar which ran across the ceiling of the bus to prevent passengers from falling into the lap of someone in a seat. The beautiful girl who was in front of me had her hand on the vinyl loop that hung from the rod. As the bus moved and stopped and moved again, I found myself pressed into the back of this girl and once again my hard-on started pressing against her back. To my surprise and amazement, she turned back and looked at me and smiled again. Even though she had some distance between her and the woman in front of her, I noticed that she started pressing her body towards me and I was certain that she could feel my erect cock pressed against her back. The conductor came and asked for the money to issue us tickets and I paid the same to the end of the line.
A couple of stops later, more people started getting on to the bus and it started getting even more crowded. Then this girl did something that made me shoot a wad of cum right into my underwear. She reached back as if to scratch her back and she got hold of my penis and give it just that little squeeze. Oh gosh, I almost fainted and let out a little moan. I was so horny and spent. I slowly moved my left hand down by her side while my right hand came down the loop that she was holding and I had my hand on hers. My left hand meanwhile snaked its way between her left hand and her side and started caressing the side of her left breast. Feeling that she pushed herself more into me, giving me more access to her breast. I knew no one could see my left hand and what it was doing due to the way this bus was crowded, so gathering more confidence I gently pushed myself into her and cupped her left breast with my left hand. I thought I was in heaven, when I felt her nipple against my index finger. O gosh, even through the bra and the dress I could feel it to be almost an inch long. I closed my eyes and imagined my lips sucking on those young nipples of this unknown stranger in front of me.