The erotic bus journey – Part 1
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Submit Report I am now 27 years old and have had a lot of sexual experiences in my life, but this one is very special and makes me horny every time I think about it. This incident happened during my first year of college. I had been in a relationship. Let’s call her Eve. We went to college together. Before I go into further details, let me first describe my girlfriend. This was the very first sexual experience for both of us. We were both 19 years old at the time, though she was slightly older than me. Eve, my girlfriend, had a dusky complexion and a fine body. Her boobs were 32B. She had an average ass, but it was in good shape. Even though she appeared lean, she had a decent amount of flesh on her body, which made her delicious. I would say she had the body of the South Indian actress, Sadha. As the college was far from our hometown, we stayed in hostels and used to come home only on weekends. We used to take the KSRTC bus from Kottayam (a district in Kerala) at 7 pm. There were hardly any passengers on our particular route at that time. One fine weekend, we were on that bus. It was raining heavily. Eve was wearing a transparent black kurti and tight black leggings. We seated ourselves at the farthest seat in the back of the bus. Since the back door of the bus was jammed, the conductor was sitting in the front. Eve’s dress got wet due to the rain. She was sitting close to me at the back seat. No one was watching us. Now, the real story begins. As I said, Eve’s kurti was so transparent that I could see the black slip she was wearing inside. Under the slip, she was wearing a non-padded black bra. Her 32B-sized boobs were tightly packed inside her black bra and slip. I could see them go up and down with each breath she took. Her neckline was also deep and exposed. Her collarbones were visible, which made me even hornier. I was sitting in the window seat. She asked if she could have it, and as I agreed, we switched seats. She stood up and switched seats by passing in front of me. I could see her shaped ass and panty line through her tight leggings. As she sat, I slowly placed my hands on her shoulders. I casually started touching her collarbones while we talked. She noticed and told me that those were her sensitive areas. I didn’t stop there. I started caressing her collarbones with my fingers again, this time more passionately and slowly. She smiled, her breathing intensified, and with a naughty smile, she asked me to stop. The lights inside the bus were dimmed, as there were only a few passengers. At this point, I asked her what she would do if I touched her in more sensitive areas. She just smiled and looked out the window. I slowly placed my hands on her waist. She didn’t mind. Then, I slowly moved my hand inside her top through the side slits of her kurti. Her slip was tucked inside her leggings. To gain access to her navel first, I started untucking her slip from her leggings and simultaneously started lowering her leggings. At first, she became uncomfortable, but then I got access to her fluffy, heavenly bare navel. It was really soft and warm. As I started touching it, her navel was pulsating, as if she were literally shrinking it and hyperventilating. At that point, I understood that she had a very sensitive navel. I started gently touching her shivering navel. I felt her bellybutton. It was very wide and very deep, soft and warm. I got really hard. All the while, she was hyperventilating, her chest was going up and down, and so were her inner-wear-clad boobs, visible through her transparent kurti. I started drawing circles around her bellybutton. She was slightly moaning and hyperventilating. Her breathing intensified. The moment was so intense for an 18-year-old girl being touched for the first time in her life. Then, my right hand was inside the slip she was wearing, drawing circles around her belly button, while she was enjoying the moment like an obedient girl. Since she was wearing an unpadded bra, I could see her nipples getting erect through her top. In Malayalam, we refer to the belly button as “pukkil.” I whispered in her ear, “Ninte pukkil bayankara deep aanalo,” which means, “Your belly button is very deep.” She just moaned and continued enjoying it. There were convulsions throughout her body. Her navel was pulsating, her chest was going up and down, her nipples were erect, and her legs were lightly kicking the floor as she couldn’t resist the pleasure. It was such an intense moment for her. Then, she told me to stop, but I told her that I needed to check whether she was exercising properly to maintain her belly fat. For that purpose, I needed to check her navel. She just gazed at me lustfully, aware of my intentions. On the pretext of checking her navel, my hands were now checking out her ribs. She was moaning and breathing heavily as my fingers traversed her abdomen. Then I started feeling her bra-clad boobs. Slowly, I placed my hand on them. They were really squishy, like a water bag, and tightly packed in that non-padded lace bra. Since it was non-padded, I could feel her nipples. I started gently squeezing her boobs. I then moved my hand to her cleavage. It was really soft and fluffy. It was warm and sweaty between her cleavage. My fingers delved deep into her cleavage, and I could feel the warmth and sweat of her boobs. She started biting her lips while looking at me. She told me to make use of my other hand as well. Accordingly, I moved my left hand inside her slip. So while my right hand was squeezing her boobs and feeling the warmth of her cleavage, my left hand was playing with her navel. My left index finger was drawing circles around her deep navel hole and eventually circled the inside of her bellybutton, while simultaneously my right hand was squeezing her boobs. At this point, I saw her eyes roll back.