Married Indian Girl Fucked In A Bus Coach

Married Indian Girl Fucked In A Bus Coach
Hey readers, I am JP a normal guy from Mangalore and it is my first story in ISS. Pardon me for any mistakes in the story. The incidents narrated in my stories can be real or fake. It is up to the readers to decide. Let’s begin. I was working in Bangalore when this happened. I had to visit my native on an urgent basis. It was summer and it was vacation time. I couldn’t book the bus ticket in advance as it was unplanned. Around 9 at night, I was at the bus stop with a backpack checking on each bus passed. There was no seat in any. I waited for 2 hours in patience and thought of going back to my rented apartment. Around 11.10 pm, a bus showed up. It was a sleeper coach. I checked with the conductor and he replied that there was one shared upper coach left but cannot be given to any. I somehow convinced him to provide the coach by saying that I will pay double. At first, he hesitated but later he took me into checking with the passenger first. He slid the curtains a bit. I was amazed by what I saw. There was a girl in the mid-20s, wheatish complexion and wearing glasses. She was scrolling through her iPhone and resting near the window side. Her hair was tied up into a pony. She was wearing a red-black checkers shirt, sleeves folded up with black denim shorts. She had magnificent boobs and her body structure was sexy enough to tempt me. (I am not good with sizes but her stats maybe 36-30-34). The conductor asked the lady if it was ok to share the coach with me. She looked at me from toe to head. I was wearing a grey 3/4th and round neck blue t-shirt. She did not mind about the idea of sharing the coach thing at all. She was like, ‘it is fine. what big deal in it’. I really paid double as it was worth it. The conductor was happy and I was happy. I climbed up, put my bag in the shelf and laid down on my back. After settling down, I turned towards the co-passenger girl and gave a smile. She ignored me and was busy on her phone again. She didn’t talk at all. I too got busy with my phone but in between, I was staring at her assets. After a while, the bus stopped for a 15-minutes break. I was not in the mood to get down but she was. I adjusted a bit to make way for her to get down. While she was getting down, I noticed that there was a mangalsutra around her neck. So, she was married. She came back in a few minutes and climbed up. While climbing, I got a glimpse of her cleavage. It was deep. I got an instant boner by watching it. She sat on the coach and raised her hands back to redo her hair. While doing so, her shirt raised up a bit giving me a slight view of her navel. After redoing her hair to a bun, she took her glasses and kept it in her bag. The bus started to move. She then crossed over me to pull the curtains to cover our coach. Her breasts brushed my chest a bit in the process. I got a shiver in my body. There was a tent in my boxer. I felt like she was not wearing anything underneath. Then she settled back on her coach and was again with her phone. I was enjoying her beauty and thinking of her naked body. I was in my dreams and I don’t know when I dozed off. It was around 3.30 in the morning or so, I was half awake due to the driving skills of the bus driver on board. I was sleeping on my right shoulder and I saw that she was sleeping in the same position too. Her back was facing me and her body was inviting me. I thought of grabbing that ass but I controlled my thoughts because I was on a bus and if something went wrong, I would be in big trouble. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. But fate was with me. Luckily, the road was a curvy one and the bus took a sharp turn. She rolled over to the other side. Our lips met and our eyes were wide open. We both were shocked and separated in an instant! She tried to turn to the other side but the bus took one more sharp turn and she was over me. Again, our lips met and this time, her hand was on my back and my hand on her hips. Her boobs were crushing against my chest. We were in the same state for a few minutes and we didn’t let go of each other. We continued to smooch. The next moment, I rolled her and I was on top of her. Our tongue played with each other and our saliva exchanged. The faint light inside the bus was enough to see each other. A few minutes later, I separated my lips and sat upon her. I pulled off my t-shirt. Then I slowly started to unbutton my married co-passenger’s shirt. There was no resistance from her. She was not in the mood to stop now. After unbuttoning, I pulled off her shirt to the sides. My doubts were cleared – she was not wearing any bra! I grabbed both melons and fondled them. She was moaning lightly. I put my mouth on her left boob and sucked it like a baby. I played with her right boob by pinching and pulling its nipple. After a while, I shifted to the right boob and did the same with the left one. While doing so, her mangalsutra came in between. She took it off over her head and placed at the top side of the coach. I played with her boobs for a long time and slowly shifted to her deep navel, kissing every inch of her body. I licked her belly button and made circles with my tongue. My one hand was busy with her boob and the other was rubbing her pussy over her denim. I felt a little wetness as she wasn’t wearing any pantie. I unhooked her shorts and unzipped it to find her clean shaven cunt. I placed my hand on it and her body immediately shivered. But she didn’t utter a single word. I moved my head down towards her pussy and planted a kiss on her lower lips. I slid her shorts a little and kissed her thighs. My cock was thick and hard. It was ready and it was painful to hold it inside my shorts anymore. Without wasting any more time, I released my cock by sliding my own shorts along with my boxer and climbed upon her. I placed my cock at the entrance and rubbed on her pussy. I held her hands above and put my lips on her and locked it.

I gave a sudden jerk and I was fully inside her. She was in tears. Her moan was suppressed by a kiss. I gave her some time to settle and moved my hips by giving her slow strokes. I was increasing my pace through too and fro movements. I was kissing all over her neck and boobs at the same time. While I kept pumping, she raised her ass to meet the rhythm. My balls were hitting on her pussy and my cock was sliding in and out of her tight slippery walls. Then I released her hands. She put her one hand on my back and the other over my head clutching my hair. We did not change position as there was no room to do so inside the bus. After 15 minutes of stroking, I slowed down a bit because of being in the same position. Noticing this, she put her head on my shoulder and humped her from below. After some wild humps, we both were at the climax. At last, she gave one strong blow which made her cum and then I gave two more blows. I released cum all inside her and collapsed on her. We were in that state for a while. Her boobs were crushed. We both were breathing heavily. I pulled out my limp cock and slid on her left-hand side. I pulled up my shorts and rested on my back. She pulled her shorts and hooked it. We both drifted into sleep. In the morning when I got up, she was not on my coach. She had already got down one stop behind mine. I didn’t get her name. But we had a wonderful night even though we didn’t speak a word about it or anything else. I didn’t find my t-shirt either. Maybe she took it with her. I put on a shirt from my bag back. My stop was nearing and I needed to get down. While leaving the coach, I found the mangalsutra that she forgot to take. I took it and put in my pocket. I went near the conductor and enquired about her. I told him that the lady had forgotten some important thing. So I needed her number to contact her to return the stuff. But he didn’t buy the truth. He refused to share any details. Then my stop came and I got off the bus. Thanks for reading. Please give feedback about the story mail me at [email protected] It will be helpful to publish new stories or second part of this story in the future.