Not A Stranger Anymore – Part 1

Not A Stranger Anymore - Part 1
Hello readers, Like everyone else, I’m too a big fan of Indian sex stories and all the stories shared on this site. Some stories are so amazingly written that you could literally feel every little detail of it while reading. So I too have tried to keep the story descriptive and full of details, so you could imagine and feel every bit of it. As it is my first story, so please try to ignore any grammatical or spelling mistakes. Plus, I would love to get your feedback, so you can write to me at “[email protected]”. And any girl/lady looking for any guidance, tips, massage or even something more (wink) can get in touch. Maximum pleasure and full secrecy is guaranteed. Now, not wasting any more of your time. Let’s call myself Saransh. I’m an energetic guy with an average look, but not so average skills (could please any girl). Like every other ordinary guy, I have got a medium built with a realistic 5.9 inches long tool. People say that I have an attractive personality and good sense of humor. I live in Chandigarh. Now coming to the story. It was one of those Fridays, where I was travelling to my hometown via bus. As the weekend was approaching, so the bus was crowded. But luckily I got the last vacant seat, next to a grumpy old man. I placed my luggage above my seat, settled down, plugged in my earphones and the bus started moving. It had been hardly 10-15 seconds that suddenly the bus stopped and one lady along with a small boy boarded the bus. I was awestruck for a moment after seeing her. She must be in her late twenties, with a milky white complexion, probably with a height 5’6, green eyes and ample amount of flesh at right places. Her body hugging red top and blue denims were complimenting her figure (36-28-36) and making her look even hotter. She was sweating like hell and was out of breath. Even sweat drops running down her face were adding to her beauty and made her look even cuter. As all the seats were already occupied, so she found a comfortable place and stood there. The bus had already started moving towards its destination. I couldn’t see her standing and I usually offer my seat to women or elderly people, but you could say, this time, her beauty played a major role too. So I decided to offer my seat and called her saying “Excuse Me”. She looked back with a confused face, struggling to find, from where did the voice come. I raised my hand, waved at her and said “You can take my seat”. She smiled and guided her son to the seat and sat down. I stood next to her. She looked at me, smiled and said “Thanks a lot” in the loveliest voice I ever heard. I smiled back saying “It’s OK. And your kid is very cute” while waving hand to her kid. We exchanged smiles and she got busy with feeding her son with some homemade food. While standing, I could see her cleavage and was getting a little glimpse of those two big melons hiding below a black colored bra. As the road was bumpy, so they were bouncing in between. The view was so amazing that it I couldn’t take my eyes off them. All those ugly thoughts started flowing in my mind where I’m licking and biting each and every inch of her. This started creating disturbance in my pants. As I was standing next to her and the road was bumpy, so my rod-hard dick was rubbing against arm occasionally. She looked at my bulge, then into my eyes and noticed me staring at her boobs. I got scared and made some distance. I was afraid that she could make a scene and I’ll be in deep trouble. She looked away and got busy with her son. After a few minutes, that amazing view and those ugly thoughts showed its effect and again that occasional rubbing started. She looked at me, but this time didn’t give any expressions and looked away, didn’t even bother to adjust her top or cover it. This gave me a little courage and started rubbing the dick against her arm more often. This one time, her kid while playing with her, pulled her top down, even more, near her boobs. I was like “Oh My God”. They looked so juicy that I could have grabbed them there only. Now my dick was full hard like a rod and rubbing became intense. She looked at me at times, but I didn’t stop and was hoping that she’s enjoying it too. After a few minutes, the old man sitting next to her got down on one of the stops. So the seat next to her got vacant, and she signaled me that I could sit there. I sat down immediately and couldn’t believe my luck that I’m sitting next to the most beautiful lady I’ve ever seen. As I had a hard on, she noticed it and stared at it for a few seconds and then looked away. Then I tried to initiate a conservation by firstly asking about her son and then about her. We started talking. So her name was Ayesha(obviously not real) and she was married for last 4 years and was living in Chandigarh with her 3 yr old son and mother-in-law as her husband works abroad. This made me a little happy as this made me think that she could be missing a lot of fun in her life and starving for sex as her husband hadn’t come home from last 5 months. Then she asked me and my profession. I told her name and that I’m a computers engineer by profession. So she was like “Ahan! So a smart guy.” Me(Smiling): Maybe, but believe me, none of this smartness works in front of beautiful ladies. She (with a stunned face): Yeah, I could see that. So we talked a bit more about each other and then She then started asking me about some problems with her PC. Although I’m not a repairing guy, but when such a beautiful lady is asking you for something, there’s never a no for an answer. I told her the solution, but she didn’t understand. Then she said something which filled my eyes with joy. She asked me for my number saying that she would call me if it doesn’t get fixed. I was on cloud number 9 but tried to behave normal, like there’s no big deal. I gave her my number and asked for hers.

She said she would share it later. I couldn’t do anything more than saying ‘Ok’ All this time, our legs were rubbing against each other and once or twice, her boobs rubbed against my arm. That left shivers through my body. They were so soft that it was getting difficult for me to control myself. But her son was ruining all the fun and was distracting again and again. For the first time in my life, I was cursing a small child and was wishing him to just sleep or vanish so that I can do something. Although we were still talking, but just talking? No, that’s not what I was looking for. I wanted a lot more but was unable to. But I didn’t give up and was looking for opportunities as I didn’t want to lose this golden opportunity. She was sitting on my left side with her son sitting on her lap. So I started playing with her son and while playing, I touched her thighs and made it look like an accident. After a few second, repeated the same thing, but this time kept my hand there for a few seconds. There was no reaction from her side. I took this as a Yes, so I tilted a bit towards left, kept pretending like playing with her son and placed my left hand on her thigh for even longer duration. Although she was wearing a denim which has a thick fabric, but even with denim in between, her thighs felt so soft and good. Now, I directly kept my hand there without any hesitation and then after a few seconds, started massaging it slowly. I was increasing the pressure slowly and gradually. I could see her enjoying as her eyes started rolling a bit. She had started breathing heavily. Now I moved my hand to her inner thighs. Her breath became even more intense. The heat was increasing and I just wanted to grab her and fuck her all day night long. It was very hard to resist, but we were in a crowded bus. So now I moved my hand from inner thighs to her pussy. It sent shivers through her body and she left out a little moan ‘aah!’. It was becoming difficult for her to control and all that public made her scared too. So she held my hand and placed it aside and said ‘Don’t’. I was disappointed, but I was so turned on that it was impossible for me to resist myself. After a few minutes, I folded my hands, placing left hand over right above my chest. With the right hand, I started touching her right boob. She gave me an angry look, but I didn’t stop. I was rubbing back of my fingers over her right boob, sideways and it felt awesome. The intensity increased and she closed her eyes in pleasure. After a few minutes, I tried grabbing them sideways using two fingers and the thumb. She took a deep long breath. My hold started becoming strong and now I was pressing it hard. She again got hot and couldn’t control herself. So again held my hand and with an angry face said. ‘Don’t you understand? We are in a bus.’ So with a sad face, I sat straight. I was cursing my luck and all those bloody people in that bus. After a few minutes, she stood up as her stop had come. I was disappointed that she was leaving, but there was a little hope that she might would contact back. I bid goodbye’s to her and her son and again complimented her for the last time. She blushed and left. Now she was gone, but I was still lost, thinking about her, her beautiful face, her beautiful voice, those big juicy boobs and that sexy ass. Even thinking about her was giving me a hard on. I was so lost in her thoughts that I didn’t realize when my destination had come. So this was the end of the most beautiful journey of my life. Now I went home and was checking my phone every two minutes to check whether she has messaged me or not. The whole day passed but didn’t get any message. I was disappointed, but thinking about that wonderful time in the bus was still giving me a hard on. I masturbated multiple times thinking about her and the feel of her soft boobs and thighs, imagining fucking her in every position. Then I slept. Next day also passed and I started feeling like now she’s never gonna message me and everything has ended. But then, around 11 pm in night, I received a message from an unknown number saying ‘Hi!’ Stay tuned for the next part and don’t forget to leave your feedback. You can write to me at “[email protected]”