Sex in bus with hot married aunty

This is a true incident – memories of which are still very vivid in my mind.
A couple of months ago , I had to travel to Madurai, about 500 kms from Chennai on an emergency and as train tickets were not available at short notice , I had to take the overnight Karnataka State roadways bus.

My seat was at the second last row of the luxury 2×2 seater deluxe bus & I got a window seat . Just before the bus departure , the seat next to me was occupied by a middle aged lady of about 30-35 years, looked well educated and seems to have been married for some time now, her body languages and the shapes of her body conveyed.

She had a fair complexion and a well – good maintained slim figure of may be 36-25-35. The journey commenced & after about an hour at 9.00 p.m the lights were switched off the bus became very dark inside . She asked me whether I could spare the window seat for her. I readily agreed, for such is my character that I don’t say no any girl. While moving to the next seat and allowing her to go to the window seat, I hit her buttocks with my hand and felt soft indeed

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She does not seem to take care any way. She was wearing a saree & had brought her shawl & wrapped it around her & dozed off. This was slightly disappointing for me, becoz, I had imagined things, like a true horny boy would expect. After , maybe a couple of hours , I gained some courage and started to do something. I placed my hand on her leg. After 5 minutes or so I slowly started to move my hand lightly on her thigh and paused for some seconds.

I was taking advantage of the situation that she is sleeping & was merrily caressing her legs. The bus was totally dark & seeing no protest or reaction from her , I then slowly & very deliberately , with more pressure , begin to gently squeeze her thighs. After a few minutes , I moved somewhat & removed my hand and slowly tried to lift up her shawl from the side of her waist, all this with the full confidence that she was fast asleep.

I had a brush with her waist. My goodness, it was heavens indeed. I paused for a second in her waist. I slowly & nervously move under her shawl & touched her arm and after a few moments gently caressed it ( She was wearing a sleeveless blouse). I then moved my hand further inside and rested it lightly over her blouse on her breast.

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Amazingly, there was no response from her side and also she was breathing heavily and the hotness in the breath made me feel that she is actually enjoying it. I also felt that she is a bit shocked by my boldness, but seems to be enjoying it, becoz she was making no efforts to stop my hand. Seeing her fast asleep, I shifted closer to her and began to gently caress her breast & seeing no protest from her, I then removed my hand to slowly slide it under her saree paloo & rested my hand firmly on her blouse over her breast.

I now was slowly & firmly caressing her breast & then gently started to squeeze it. After awhile, I moved my hand further to her other breast and continued to gently caress & squeeze it also . This continued for a few more minutes, she was still acting asleep & unaware of my moves though I understand that she is by now fully aware & shocked by my boldness .

I then moved my hand a bit , to now slowly try & open her blouse hooks in the front one by one. I slowly opened each hook to totally open her blouse and spread it open & then slowly slid my finger through her bra onto her breast this was the first skin contact & her bosom felt very soft and warm in my hand. I touched her breast thru the bra & cupped her breast & slowly tried to slide my hand under her bra .

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She could not help being turned on further by this, a total stranger was touching her intimately & she was in spite of her initial reaction, was still not opposing it & in a way beginning to now enjoy it. The bus was in darkness & all the other passengers were fast asleep; it was just her & me now.

Suddenly I had a feeling that she would not mind if I tried to continue further . I then inched my hand under her bra to reach & graze her nipple , which had already become very erect, probably in anticipation of my advances. I then moved a little closer to her and now very slowly but confidently now cupped her breast to assess it size, firmness etc.

Now I moved my hand under her bra (mind you, under her shawl, under her paloo , under her blouse & under her bra too) – Meanwhile, she continued to pretend being asleep & I was taking full advantage of the situation. Of course, these sort of adventures as rare as an hen’s teeth, is it not?

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I managed to get my hand totally into her bra to gently touch and pinch her nipple and then try to push my full hand into her bra & totally onto her breast. It was proving very difficult, as you all could imagine,her heavy breathing made it very difficult to slid my total hand into her blouse. All along, I myself was surprised that she is allowing me to do this, but frankly she was now enjoying every moment of this

I then tried to gently tug her breast out of the bra & finding it very very tight, moved my hand onto her shoulder to now push the bra strap off her shoulder thereby making her bra looser & was now successfully able to pull her breast out of her bra. Imagine, I was in a wonderland, this was really too much and too surprising, I say, a strange woman & that too in a public bus had completely allowed me to touch & squeeze her breasts.

By now I had managed to open her blouse completely , and her bra too, to now touch & squeeze her breasts skin to skin !! My hands felt wonderful on her bosom and she now was getting so much enjoyment it seems that she does not mind whatever I was doing, as a result of which I was very confident & bold in my attempts.

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Her shawl was in complete disarray and I pulled it down and pushed her paloo to a side – to now totally expose one of her breasts, all the while continuing to cup & squeeze and pinch her erect nipple. I realised that after all this she could not really be so asleep & would be in the know of things & is really co-operating with me by not resisting, though it must be said that I was still cautious in my movements.

I took a chance and lent forward to now bend & try kiss her breasts — this was really fantastic . By her heavy breathing now I probably realized she was aware of my advances & confidently placed my lips on her eager nipples to slowly suck on them. She was unable to protest or resist & let me continue, but now enjoying my mouth on her breast , slowly & gently sucking on her nipple .

This continued for a few more minutes & then with my other hand gently pulled her a little bit forward like a semi-embrace & I quickly slipped one hand behind onto her back & below her blouse , and in a swift motion unclasped her bra & pulled it up totally to release her other breast also. This was much more than I had ever imagined this would proceed to.

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Now in the darkness of the bus ,we were two total strangers involved a really strange encounter. My head was on her bosom & sucking on her breasts, & nibbling on her nipples, alternating between them and then I dropped my hand to the floor & I slipped it & moved my hand under her saree & begin to pull it up. She was beyond caring then & did not protest, still pretending as if asleep.

I slowly pulled her sari up to her thighs and begin to caress them & then beginning to knead & squeeze them – I tried to pry open her legs & believe it or not, she voluntarily slowly spread open her legs for me and I pushed his hand in between her thighs in great style. The bus was in darkness & no one else was aware of this erotic act between two total strangers.

I knew she will not resist now and as a result is in no danger whatsoever of being caught & was sensuously and with full freedom, caressing her inner thighs & moving my hand further up to rub on her panties. Believe it or not, her panties were fully wet. She must have cummed atleast 5 times during this sensational erotic act. She shifted a little on her seat so that I could touch her better . She was already really very aroused by then .

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I then got hold of her hand & placed it on the front of my trouser. I had already opened my zip / fly & taken out my erect cock & placed her hand right on it. I must say that it is very large indeed, must be bigger than her husband’s becoz, the way she gripped it after initial touch) really rock hard ,hot & throbbing in her palm & she loved the feel of it and also begin to caress it slowly & move her hand up & down , enjoying it’s size & hardness.

I was really turned on then, still no words were spoken. My head was on her bosom and I was now strongly sucking on her breasts & rolling my tongue over her nipples and simultaneously pulled her saree up to the maximum possible on her upper thighs & rubbing on her inner thighs & panty.

I began to try & pull her panty off. She also desperately wanted this & without saying anything moved up & wriggled a bit and hiked her saree up to her waist & pulled her panties off & dropped it on the floor of the bus. The bus seat must have felt cold against her buttocks, becoz she shivered a little . She spread her legs open and I now begin to rub her vagina directly & inserted a finger in to feel her moistness & with my thumb slowly rub on her clitoris too.

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She was moaning by now and was really turned on by all this . This was really beautiful & I enjoyed it. I was already extremely turned on by then with my mouth on her breast, my hand fingering & caressing her cunt & she holding my cock & very soon, she had a shuddering orgasm, all over my hands.

I then very gently pushed her head downwards towards my erection, that too with lots of pre-cum & she then too slowly kissed and licked my pre-cum and then slowly masturbated me till he ejaculated my warm semen onto her hand. She took her hands into her mouth and sucked it completely.

Still no words were spoken & she rearranged her clothes & pulled hery shawl up & tried to go back to sleep as if nothing happened. I was surprised at myself at to what extent I had sex with a total stranger & had to admit to myself it was enjoyable. I could not keep quite for long. I had already tasted blood, and how can I let go such a wonderful opportunity?

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After 15-20 minutes I started caressing her again – much more confidently, and slipped my hand under her shawl & then tugged it off. We started again & this time both were more relaxed, & confident with no nervousness. I started squeezing her breasts very sensuously and gently opening her blouse & bra again bent down & begin to kiss her breasts again & we started off on our erotic games again .

Now I hugged her too very tightly and kissed her full on her lips , pushing my tongue deep in, and caressing her back etc . It was really amazing. The other passengers were fast asleep ( there were two men in the seat opposite & a couple behind us & who were fast asleep). She was totally aroused then and automatically took her hand to my dick which was rock hard all over again.

I pulled her saree up to her waist again & started my delightful act of rubbing her vagina & inserting my finger deep in . Much to her surprise I then moved my hand onto her shoulder slowly begin to slide her blouse off her right shoulder – She whispered why , but as it was totally dark , she did not object and then I went one step further and slid her blouse off her other shoulder and removed her blouse totally off & also her bra.

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She was now absolutely topless ( except for her gold chain necklace & mangalsutra). Her shawl was on the floor , her panties were on the floor & now her blouse & bra too – very excited I tightly hugged & kissed her on her lips& caressed her naked back and squeezing her fully naked breasts . Her saree was in any case up to her waist & she felt she was practically naked now, next to a total stranger and having torrid & exciting sex with me.

The passion we both were generating was fantastic. I was now aggressively sucking on her breasts & nibbling / biting her nipples , kissing her neck , cheeks , ears , shoulders etc, I became very passionate & so was she. Her hand seldom left my cock, all the time masturbating, sometimes, very aggressively. I came thrice during this operation-sex.

My cock was out too & she bend down to rub her naked breasts on it and then to nuzzle it with her lips , cheeks , etc and rub it on her face , neck & then to kiss & slowly lick & suck on it till I ejaculated totally on her face & with my hand rubbed my warm semen all over her cheeks &, lips ,. It was really fantastic…… We then took a break for about 45 minutes – I did not let her put on her bra or blouse & for a little while she was sitting next to me absolutely topless & then she managed to wrap her shawl over her nakedness.

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We started off again – in full confidence of our passion and lust . — I tried to pull her on top of me & her lean frame even sat on my lap (her saree pulled up & absolutely topless) , with myself ,kissing her naked back & squeezing her breasts from behind & let my hard cock rub on her naked buttocks & cunt.

But due to the limited space nothing more was possible – though we were willing for more. We hardly slept that night – from 11.p.m till the break of dawn we were active. I made climax 5 times that night – she too caressed my cock and also sucked me totally thrice , till ejaculation & to my fullest satisfaction – it was a most memorable experience.

The next morning we did not say anything -( & it was then that I saw her face for the first time ) – and both acted as if nothing had happened at all — we were two strangers again ( though we had shared torrid & beautiful sex for almost 6 hours — much more than ever in my life ) I gave her my visiting card & asked her to call up.

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Soon we reached Madurai & with a slight nod to each other we got up to leave. I looked at all the other passengers & thought how they blissfully slept thru the night while we were having wild sex – they would have been highly scandalized if they even had an inkling of what we did. After getting off the bus I realized that she had left her panty & bra in the bus.

I just ran back and got them and packed it in my suitcase, as a souvenir. I had, even now managed to keep it away from my wife. It always remembers the sweet lady, I had ever come across.. She just wrapped her shawl around her & left . Later on in the bathroom at home , I looked in the mirror & saw that my cock was totally red from her aggressive & sustained sucking. The passion of this encounter was really too much & had left it’s mark on me even now. Infact, even now, I masturbate, if I remember the incident.

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