(All characters are above 18.)
I cursed my husband for the millionth time as it got darker and there was no sign of the bus. I was coming to the village for the first time from the city and instead of coming to pick me up, my husband had ordered me to catch the bus to the village, it was getting darker and there was no sign of it.
I felt very self conscious as I was dressed in a white saree for a friend's birthday party theme. It clung to my body and revealed every curve enticingly. But by the time the birthday party was over it was too late and I had no time to change. At least I didn't have any luggage. Just my purse.
I sighed in relief as I saw the bus coming in the distance around 8 pm. It was filled heavily with villagers going home for the weekend and I managed to squeeze in. I was instantly assaulted by the horrible sweaty smell. They were all most likely lowly labourers. There were no empty seats and people cursed in coarse language as I squeezed in. Most of them were drunk and impatient. I managed to squeeze in between two men but the driver also seemed to be drunk and the bus just veered dangerously and I suddenly lost my balance and landed on the lap of a man.
Embarrassed, I tried to get up and stand but the driver again made a sharp turn and I landed hard on his lap. Again I tried to get up but this guy's hand grabbed me by the waist and pulled me against his chest. Panicked, I looked around. He was sitting in a two person seat next to a man who was sleeping against the window. It was too dark to see this guy's face but I could smell the swear and alcohol in his breath.
With great effort I pushed his arm away and tried to squeeze back into the aisle but the men standing there shoved me back roughly as there was no space. Once again I ended up on his lap. Again he grabbed me by the waist and again I struggled. This time I could not break free. As I wiggled I could feel his getting dick getting stiffer under me and poking me through my thin saree. Horrified, I realised that in my struggle to get up, I had been rubbing and dry humping his dick. I froze in place.
Part of me wanted to scream and slap him. But I was the one who landed in his lap again and again. Also after standing and waiting for the bus for more than three hours my legs were tired. It felt good to sit. The village was a good three hours away. I shivered at the thought of standing in the midst of these drunk and sweaty men. They would surely grope me. Also, I was alone in a strange place. Did not want to put myself in a tricky situation. Weighing the pros and cons I decided to remain quiet.
All was quiet for some time. Even his arm's grip loosened on my waist so that I could sit comfortably. His semi hard dick was now lodged between my ass cheeks but he was not making any movements. I got comfortable enough to doze off as I sat.
I awoke with a start when I felt my boobs getting squeezed. In my sleep I had leaned forward and this rascal had sneaked his hands to the front and started to squeeze my boobs. His dick was very stiff and poked me hard. I swatted his hands away. He tried it a couple more times but I managed to remove his hands. Then he settled for holding my waist on both sides. It was embarrassing but not very uncomfortable. The movement of the bus lulled me again and I could feel myself drifting off to sleep.
I awoke suddenly just as the man opened my bra hook. I cursed myself. My blouse had a tie just below the neck and open back with a tiny strap with hooks at the bottom. This lusty man had already opened the hooks of the blouse and now I felt him opening my bra hooks. I couldn't reach my hands behind so I clutched the front of my blouse to my chest but it was very difficult as I had my purse in one hand and had to use the other hand to balance myself as the driver made sharp turns and drove recklessly.
The man slipped his hands into my open blouse and cupped my boobs from behind. He had big and rough labourer's hands. He kneaded my breasts roughly and pinched on my nipples. I gasped in pleasure as his pinching and pulling sent a wave of pleasure in my body and pressed my knees together. Under the cover of darkness, the man continued to molest my breasts, squeezing them hard. His dick also got uncomfortably large as my hips moved in his lap due to the twists and turns that the bus took.
Now he got bolder and pulled my boobs painfully. I was forced to lean to the front. Immediately, he slid down his left hand just below my belly button and deep into my panty. At that moment there was a hump in the road and I jumped in place, this gave him the room to firmly slip a finger into my cunt. To my horror, my pussy was already wet and as he started to finger me, my juices flowed freely. I could feel the wetness seep through my lacy panty and onto my saree. His right hand continued to Maul my breasts.
Suddenly the bus stopped. I prayed that it should be my stop. But it was not. The driver announced the village name loudly and most people got down. Now the bus started again and only people sitting in seats and sleeping were left.
Now the guy took his hand out of my pussy. I felt relieved and tried to get up. But his right hand was still firmly on my breast and I couldn't move. I expected him to release me as the last stop in our village was nearer but he got bolder. To my horror I felt him open the tie behind my neck and force my blouse over my arms along with my pallu. I was so shocked, I dropped my purse but before I could stop him, he had pushed my blouse along with the pinned pallu down my arms and now it was on the dirty bus floor. I was barely covered by the bra and within moments he had slipped that down too.
At that very moment the bus stopped and everyone else got down. The driver announced that this was the last but one stop and he also got down for a pee. It was very dark outside and inside but I was sure my creamy white boobs would be quite visible to anyone who looked. I cursed my luck. If only I could somehow manage for another thirty minutes I would be home safe.
By now, the man by the window was awake and was looking at me in amazement. He could see my boobs swaying in agitation as this guy continued to pull my saree out of my petticoat. Soon I was sitting topless on this guy's lap with my expensive saree on the bus floor and his dick pressing into my ass through my thin petticoat.
Now, the other guy sitting by the window got bolder and opened my petticoat ties. As the lap guy continued to Maul my boobs and I tried to push his hands away, the window guy eased my petticoat and panty down my thighs.
