Hi all, I hope you are all doing well. I am Dheerani, here to tell you about my unforgettable trip to Mysore which I experienced about 14 years ago. I am writing this story under a false name. I thought my name does not matter, it is more the experience that matters.
I am a 47-year-old male as of today and this is a story I experienced when I was a 33-year-old guy. Those were the days when metro construction was ongoing in Majestic and due to space constraints, only Volvo, ‘Rajahamsa’ and ‘Sheetal’ (an ordinary bus converted into AC) were allowed to start from Majestic towards Mysore.
I reached the bus stand to board a bus to Mysore as my wife’s parental home is in Mysore and she was there for delivery of my boy. It was about 7:30 am and I had planned to return the very same day by evening. I found that there was one ordinary red bus from Tirupati heading to Mysore and a Sheetal bus ready for Mysore.
I had planned to board the bus that starts first and was just checking the crowd on the bus from outside. I felt the crowd in Sheetal was better and was planning to board this bus. That was when I found a middle-aged lady staring at me from the bus.
Since the other bus was a shuttle service with multiple stops on the way to Mysore, I chose Sheetal. I found the lady staring from the window was an attractive middle-aged, well-dressed village lady sitting alone on a two-seater. The bus had roughly about 20 seats empty and hence didn’t want to miss a good opportunity and I decided to board this bus. After boarding the bus, I acted as if checking for a suitable seat and sat next to this lady.
She did not bother and let me sit comfortably beside her. After about 5 minutes, the bus started from Majestic and reached Mysore Road Satellite Bus stand in about 20 to 30 minutes. After a 5 minutes halt at the Satellite bus stand, the bus resumed the journey and I adjusted to make myself comfortable and my left arm was touching her left which she did not bother. This made me bolder and I thought of trying my luck. Which means the pitch is ready to start my game.
I folded my hands in such a way that my right fist was under my left arm and touched her arm. The conductor of the bus had already issued the tickets and settled in his seat and the bus was moderately cold as it was an AC bus. I felt this lady was not used to AC and she was trying to wrap herself in her synthetic saree as she was feeling cold.
As my fist was touching her right hand, she did not bother and I advanced my hand a little closer to her breast and she, wrapping her saree was a hindrance to my advancement. That was when I got the shocker. All of a sudden, she angrily stared at me and said, “Aiye” to me. This made me nervous and I quickly adjusted myself.
After a couple of minutes, she again looked at me and asked in broken Hindi, “Which language do you speak? Do you know Kannada?”
I have a wheatish complexion and a good-looking guy 5 feet 6 inches tall with a well-built athletic body and most of the local people think I am a North Indian and usually start their conversation in Hindi.
I responded to her that I speak Kannada which made her comfortable. She readily started speaking to me in Kannada.
She: Where are you going? (Yellige hog thidya?)
Me: Mysore, neevu? (You?)
She: Mandya.
There was a brief silence for some time and then she hit me with her shoulder on my shoulder to call me and asked,
She: Is it not cold? (Challi ag tha ilva?)
Me: Nanage AC rudy idhe (I am used to AC).
She: Nanage Challi ag tha idhe (I am feeling cold).
She came a little closer to me.
She: Nanu ee bus bega hogathe antha hathide (I boarded this bus thinking that this bus would go faster).
She: Nenage nanu ista na? (Do you like me?)
I just nodded to the above 2 questions.
She: Neenage nanana mutt beka (Do you want to touch/feel me?)
I again just nodded yes to her.
She: Kai kodu (Give me your hand).
She took my hand and placed my palm on her belly and asked me to massage her. I just followed her instruction and this aroused her. I wanted to feel her breast and when I moved her hand towards her breast she told.
She: All yenn idhe beri mamsa. All yennu majja barola (What is it there? It is just flesh. There is no fun there).
She again pulled my hand to her belly. She then kept her hand on my thighs and was rubbing my thighs.
I continued massaging her belly and I felt that she wants to feel my penis. I adjusted my pant and removed my wind sheeter and kept it on my lap and guided her hand under my wind sheeter to my bulged penis. She tried to massage my penis and I got a feeling that it did not give her a good feel.
I again adjusted myself and removed my pant button and zipper and brought my manhood out of my underwear and out of the pant while covering it under the wind sheeter. I then guided her hand to my penis. She started stroking it.
I then asked her to remove the purse which she had kept near the breast under her blouse so that I can get a good feel of her breast. She was not so convinced by me massaging her breast, but she did not want to disappoint me removed the purse from her right breast and moved it to her left breast under the blouse.
I started squeezing her right breast and she was busy giving me a handjob. Her hands were rough but were giving me good pleasure. She started moaning in a low volume and asked me to massage her belly.
She: Mmmm nange nindu beku, nan hotte melle kai odsu (I want your manhood, massage your hand on my stomach).
I moved my hand to her stomach and I found that she was out of the world fully aroused. She was happily stroking my penis hard and moaning a low volume, while massaging her belly my hand went closer to her pubic area near the saree line for which she stopped my hand with her other hand. She warned me not to go below.
Meanwhile, the bus reached Maddur and stopped for a break. We quickly adjusted ourselves as the conductor shouted there is 10 minutes break time. I quickly inserted my boy in and zipped my pant and buttoned it and corrected myself. All the passengers started getting out of the bus and she too got up and went down. I sat for a while and then went to the restroom to pass my urine.
In the next 5 minutes, I was back near my bus and waiting for the passengers, conductor and driver to be back. I saw her coming back to the bus after having some food. I was wondering how did I get into such an act without even knowing each other’s name.
We all again boarded the bus and started the journey.
I opened my boy for her massage and she happily started her round 2. I asked for her name and she responded –
She: Gowramma, neen hesaru? (Your name?)
Me: Sudhindra, Bengalurali elli irodhu? (Where in Bangalore do you live?)
She: Nan mane Jakkasandra, barthiya, nang madiskobeku ansothe (My house is in Jakkasandra, I feel like getting fucked by you).
Me: Ganda ilva? (Don’t you have a husband?)
She: Avan obba kuduka, kudukondu beedhiyali bidhirthane, neen u ba, nananu itko thiya? (He is a drunkard, and will be lying in the street after boozing, will you keep me?)
Me: Nange nin mane gothilvalla, phone number idre kodu (I don’t know your address, give me your phone number).
She: Nan hathira phone number illa, nin number chiti alli baradh kodu, nan madthini (I don’t have a phone, write me your number in this paper, I will call you).
Me: Neen yavaga vapas hogodhu Bengalurige? (When are you planning to return to Bangalore?)
She: Ivathu sayumkala, bus hatho munche phone booth inda, phone madthini (I will be returning this evening, I will call you from a phone booth before I board the bus).
I wrote my phone number behind her bus ticket and gave her which she kept safely in her purse.
While we were talking, we were continuing our activity of me massaging her belly and breast and she stroking my hard penis. I then again continued our conversation.
Me: Ivathu nanu bega bandu Mandyadalli kayuthene, neenu estu hothige wapas Mandya barthiya, navu ottige Bengalurige vapas hogona? (While returning, I will come to Mandya and wait for you, at what time will you be back in Mandya bus stand, can we go back to Bangalore together?)
Gowra: hmm, olle idea, nanu uru bidoke ardha gante munche ninage phone madthini, andajali ondu 3 gante aag bahudu (I will call you 30 minutes before I start from my village, approximately I will be here by 3 pm).
Me: Sari, neen call madu, amele ne nanu hordodhu (Okay, you call me, I will start only after I receive your call).
Gowra: Hangadre, Ivathu rathri habba, olle majja kodthiya thane (Okay, tonight will be a festival for us, expecting you will give me good pleasure).
Me: Igga siktha ilva? (Are you not getting pleasure now?)
Gowra: Maduskolo sukha bere (It is a different pleasure getting fucked).
Me: Adhu sarine biddu (You are right).
The bus entered Mandya city and we had hardly a few minutes before she could get down at her stop. She asked me to stop massaging her and then lifted my wind sheeter and saw my manhood. I then asked
Me: Yennayithu (What happened)?
Gowra with a shy and a smile: Nin samman size channagithe, sumne nodhe, ivathu rathri ee thune nan thullige hogathalantha (Your instrument size is good, I just saw it, I was thinking that your penis will go into my cunt tonight).
I then quickly slipped my dick back into the underwear and zipped the pant and allowed her to move out of the seat. She then smiled at me and got down from the bus as the bus reached Mandya bus stand.
Hope you enjoyed my unforgettable experience on the bus. In the next part, I will let you know if I will meet her on the way back, what did I do while traveling back and how I spent that night back in Bangalore. Until then see you soon. Please write me back for any feedback at my email id [email protected]. All your comments and feedback will help me improve my stories,
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