We departed the bus in Hyderabad. We mean my friends and me. We all started our boozing pre-journey only. On the bus, we were completely out of our minds. Our motors were not in our control.
It was a 2+1 full-sleeper bus. All 6 seats were booked on one side, and only one ticket was in the front. I took that seat and slept. I used my mobile phone for an hour, and the charge drained. I do not know where the hell my bag is. It was with my friends, and they were on high snore.
So I thought to ask my neighbor fellows. I saw beside me, and it was a couple of seats. I held the curtain and slowly slid it aside. I slid to an ant size space and was shocked to see what was going on there.
A beautiful woman was on top of a man. They both were kissing very passionately. The woman, on top, put her saliva in the man's mouth. And he happily took it all in. He put his left hand in the woman's pants and squeezed her ass cheeks.
The girl had medium-length hair and looked very dominating. She looked very beautiful in a black t-shirt and blue jeans. The man went near her shoulder, and with his left hand, he pulled her red bra strip out and let it loose. It sounded like 'thip,' and the woman slowly moaned.
Then he put her hair in his mouth and sucked her hair. Her mangalsutra fell in his mouth as she rose on her hands. He sucked the mangalsutra clean and spat it aside. It went aside and hit his cheeks once at high speed. I can only see her beautiful cleavage only a bit from an ant size hole at the edge.
But it looked beautiful. The bus stopped suddenly, and his phone got rang. It was written 'Ex' on his mobile. I saw it from that small space where I see them now. He took the phone and went out. His wife was not at all happy with this.
As soon as he went out, I saw the woman in a black t-shirt having the perfect amount of cup size of a middle-aged MILF. She looked beautiful with big pink lips and less fat under her breast and around her waist. As soon as the man left, I turned toward her and asked.
Me: Excuse me, can I borrow your phone charger for some time?
She: Just hold on a minute. (she searched in her bag and gave) here it is.
Me: Thank you.
She: You are welcome.
After five minutes, I saw her, and she felt alone. So I started the conversation.
Me: Hi, my name is Sunny.
She: Hello, myself, Smriti.
Me: Nice to meet you.
Smriti: Same here. Where are you from?
Me: The place where you can find the best biryani. (I chuckled). Sorry, I am from Hyderabad. And you?
Smriti: (she chuckled) I am from where you can find most pollution.
Me: Delhi?
Smriti: Yes.
Me: Does the pollution in Delhi not affect the woman in Delhi?
Smriti: It does. Why so?
Me: You look gorgeous. So that is the reason I was asking.
Smriti: (she smiled a lot) Oh, thank you.
And here, our conversation stopped as her husband came in between. She looked tensed and not happy at all. They must be having some fight between them. I slept thinking of her.
When I woke up in the morning, they took the charger and went without me knowing. It had been three days since I did not see her. For a moment, I forgot her completely. But now, at Baga beach, I saw her doing water sports.
She wore a short black skirt and a pink bra over the top of them. A semi-transparent pure white t-shirt covered her upper body and thighs. Everyone on the beach saw her lustfully. I looked for her husband, and he was nowhere. I went near her and spoke
Me: Hey, Smriti. (she turned towards me). Are you alone here?
Smriti: Oh my god. You scared me. Hello. Yeah, at present, I am alone. My husband went just now somewhere. He had some other work, it seems.
Me: In that case, can I join you?
Smriti: By any chance, are you following me?
Me: What? I live at (told my address and room number). If by any chance you come there, don't blame me for following you again. Goodbye.
And I went from there. After 3 hours, I went out and did some shopping. I thought of taking a bag for my family. To my left, I saw some shopkeepers abusing someone vulgarly. I looked at them and was surprised to see it was non-other than Smriti. I went near them and asked.
Me (to shopkeeper): Bhai! Kya hua?
Shopkeeper (to Smriti): Is he your husband?
Before I could understand, he slapped me hard on my left cheek. I turned again and, 'chap,' one more slap on my cheek.
Smriti (to shopkeeper): Nahi bhai, he is not my husband.
The shopkeeper saw me and was not feeling any guilt. That is it. At that time, my ego got hurt, and I kicked him in the chest with my right foot. He fell apart, hitting the clothes beside him. At that moment whole, Baga shopkeepers united and came towards us.
Smriti (she held my hand): Let's go!
We came far from them and stopped. I took a cigarette from my pocket and lit it. I was smoking angrily, and one could sense it from my breath. I spat the cigarette out and took one more.
Smriti (touched my cheek): I am sorry. This happened because of me.
I was angry and pushed her away by the shoulders. And I came to my room. I was very angry because no one had touched me since my childhood. I drank a half bottle of whisky on the rocks thinking of it. My friends went after they saw no progress that I was not getting out of the room.
I completed the whole bottle and smoking cigarettes. At night 9'o clock, I heard a doorbell ring. I went and opened the door and saw a woman whom I saw three days back on the bus and who was the reason for my slaps today. Smriti.
