Hello everyone, this is a fictional story about a young guy aged 24 and a shy woman entering her 40s.
One rainy night, a woman named Megha, wearing a green and yellowish saree with tied strings hanging behind her black designer blouse, was traveling back home with her son. The journey was supposed to take six hours, which seemed boring to everyone. But it turned out to be exciting for Megha.
Megha boarded the bus at 9 pm with her son. As the bus was not crowded, her son sat on a different seat – two seats ahead of Megha’s on the opposite side. Further along the journey, Megha was alone on the bus, enjoying her alone time. That was until a young guy boarded and disturbed her peace by asking if he could sit beside her. Megha looked up to see a strong, physically fit guy standing next to her and replied, “Yes, sure.” With her permission, the guy sat next to her with a large bag on his lap and continued the journey after saying “thank you” to Megha with a cute smile.
After the bus started again, the guy said, “Hello, I’m Jatin” to Auntie Megha. Replying to that, Megha said, “Hello.” Listening to her hello, Jatin, with a smile, further said, “Oh, seems like you have a very beautiful name that can’t be shared with strangers.” Megha felt a little embarrassed and, with a little laugh due to her shyness, said, “It’s nothing like that… I’m Megha.” Subsequently, both smiled at each other and continued the journey.
After a while, Jatin fell asleep with his head on the bag and his hand closer to Megha’s legs, which made Megha uncomfortable. However, she saw him sleeping, so she let his hand stay that way. Furthermore, the back of his strong hand touched Megha’s legs, making her more uncomfortable. Her breathing got harder as she tried to push his hand away. Every time she pushed, his hand got closer to her legs.
Megha was feeling the touch of a man’s strong hands, other than her husband’s, for the first time, which made her a little horny with every touch. Soon, she started to feel his hands rubbing her legs slowly as she pushed them further. But Jatin, who was acting like he was sleeping, was in no position to give up. He again brought his hand closer to Megha’s legs.
Megha was trying not to let his hand touch her by keeping her hand on her legs. But slowly, Jatin started to rub her hand with the back of his hand, which woke up the sensations inside Megha. She had stopped resisting further. As Jatin was grabbing her soft fingers and caressing them slowly to find out Megha’s reaction, he could sense that her breathing got harder as he kept caressing her fingers with love.
Adding to that, Jatin started to put his hand on her hand and began playing with her bangles. Megha was lost in her world, as she had never felt so romantic, because her husband had never done any romance with her other than sex. As Megha’s pussy became wetter, she was also feeling guilty and said, “Stop this; I’m married, and I have a son.” Jatin replied, “Yes, you are married. But tonight, your pussy is mine,” which shocked Megha but also made her skip a heartbeat.
Seeing her reaction, Jatin said, “You are loving this, aren’t you? If you don’t, this hand will never touch your beautiful body.” He took his hand around Megha and pulled her closer to caress her hair. He also gave her a kiss on her forehead and started rubbing her waist, which was visible through her saree’s six-inch gap. His touch was making Megha more and more submissive. Seeing her reaction, he started to put his hand inside her saree from above. Megha got scared and stopped Jatin, whispering, “Don’t put your hand from above; my saree will get loose.” Hearing that, Jatin teased her with a smile, “Then shall I remove it fully?”
Megha reacted by punching his chest slowly, “Shut up.” Jatin looked around and saw everyone busy; he pulled Megha’s face and kissed her on her lips as Megha’s eyes remained wide open with the shock of the sudden warm feeling and wet lips on her lips.
As he left her lips, she felt that he left some saliva on her lips, which she tried to wipe out, but Jatin said, “Shhhhhh.” He nodded his head, indicating not to wipe out his saliva. She got stunned as she could feel the saliva slipping slowly from her lips to her chin and later on her pallu, covering her boobs. Suddenly, the lights turned on as the bus hit the brakes to stop. Megha felt shy and embarrassed; she quickly bowed down to hide her face and her wet pallu over her boobs. However, her slightly open back, just under her tied strings of the blouse, jiggled its way, catching the attention of Jatin. He got even harder seeing a milf’s back as fair as milk.
Moreover, every boarding passenger was watching her back while on their way to the back of the bus, which made Jatin laugh. He whispered to Megha, “Looks like people are getting hard by seeing your back.” That was another embarrassment for Megha, as she quickly sat back again, hiding her wet patch over the saree with her hand. Seeing her struggling cutely made Jatin laugh further, while Megha was looking at him with an angry face.
As the bus driver hit the accelerator, their story moved further after the lights went off again. This time, Megha was also laughing out of shyness, thinking about what happened earlier. But out of nowhere, Jatin moved his hand to open the window, and while opening the window, he also crushed the big melons of his newly married lover with his elbow, making the cold wind witness a beautiful moan of a married woman being enjoyed by a younger stranger man.
The cold wind didn’t affect the two people, who were too hot and lost in their own heads. Her head rested back on the seat as he further squeezed her boobs harder with his elbows. Also, his second hand reached her yellow blouse under the greenish and yellow pallu. By this time, Megha’s panties were drenched completely with her leakage from her 39-year-old pussy lips.
As the boy went further, he squeezed her boobs with his bare hands. The woman was completely lost in her own world until the young, strong hands tried to open her blouse hooks from the front. Megha started begging him not to do it, as anyone might see, but her man was not listening to her and opened her blouse’s first two buttons.
She started to feel the cold wind on her boobs as they were getting free from her blouse with every hook getting unhooked. He opened four of her hooks out of five and took out the big melon from one side out of her blouse and her green bra. He started playing with her nipple. He took out saliva on his fingers, applied it on her nipple, and started playing further while she was just enjoying the moment with very slow moans and caressing his hair. Meanwhile, he was falling for her beautiful moaning face; he further moved to the back of her body and started caressing her back.
Surprisingly, he held a knot of her blouse string and untied it within a second. Megha was completely shocked as her blouse was more loosened and was falling from her shoulders and was barely hanging on her shoulders. But she got more scared when she suddenly heard a movement in the bus. She was almost half-naked, with one boob hanging outside her bra and blouse. As she quickly tried to hook her blouse, she was too late, because passengers were closer to her. But in no time, her upper body was covered with a warm leather jacket by Jatin, which put some relief and a smile on her face after seeing he was behaving like a real man.
He adjusted the jacket on her body further, which was not letting anyone see anything. Meanwhile, Megha was happy after this act. She grabbed his arm with her bangles hand and rested her head on his shoulder with her eyes closed. But even before the bus started again, she fell asleep. Watching her sleeping, Jatin kissed her on her forehead when he heard her snoring and sleeping like a baby on his broad shoulders.
On continuing the journey, while she was sleeping, the moon was shining brighter on Megha’s saree-wearing body. Her body was shining in that greenish and yellow saree. That’s when Jatin’s eyes caught the attention of her naked waist, as it was shining brightly, which got his dick hard. However, he controlled his lust for her, as he didn’t want to disturb her sleep. Soon, the rain started pouring. Before Jatin could close the window, the rain left some drops on the beautiful auntie’s body, making her a little wet on her upper body as well. He was just lost in the middle-aged body before he came to his senses.
He whispered, “Megha, wake up; the bus will stop for dinner.” “Whose calling me Megha? No one calls me Megha other than my husband,” she thought to herself in her sleep before she pushed herself away from the guy, which also caused the jacket to fall.
She was now sitting while facing the direction of the guy; her one boob was hanging, while the other boob barely held itself inside the bra. Her blouse was also off her one shoulder, completely down. Now she was fully awake and understood that she had never hooked her bra; quickly, she crossed her hands to hide her boobs from the boy.
But the guy gave her the jacket again and covered her boobs, saying, “Don’t worry about me. Are you going to hide those boobs with your hands from others?” And asked her to, “Wear the jacket, but do not touch the blouse, bra, and boobs! Let them be as they are.”
She ignored it and started to hook her bra. But Jatin placed his hands on her blouse hooks, and said, “If you hook the blouse or even try to put that boob inside the blouse, I will never ever touch you again. Just enjoy the moment. Who will know what is inside the jacket? Just let us enjoy the moments. And aren’t you also enjoying? This is today’s experience only; no one will tell you to do such things again.”
Hearing this, Megha thought to herself, “Okay, there is nothing wrong, and I’m also enjoying it.” She kept the blouse unhooked, with one boob free and strings untied, wore the jacket over it. The bus stopped for dinner at 11:30; she also woke her son up. Jatin was also out with them.
While seeing Megha going to the bathroom, Jatin whispered, “Don’t finger it!”
Megha replied, “Shut up and hold my bag.” Soon she came out of the bathroom; her son noticed his mom was smiling and walking happily.
He questioned her, “Why are you smiling?” to which Jatin murmured, “Tumhare step papa ne tumhare mummy ko khush kiya aaj” (Your stepdad made your mom happy today). Her face turned red, as anyone could guess she was happy and smiling.
They went for dinner; as a man, Jatin ordered and brought food for them. She was mesmerized by all his acts. He sat beside her and whispered to her, “Drink water, because you are leaking too much tonight and will keep leaking for the next couple of hours.”
As he placed his hand over her thighs and squeezed for a second, they continued with dinner and later, boarded the bus again.
There was only one station between their last destination. So, Jatin pushed the chain of her jacket down to free her boobs again. This time, he placed his hands over her thick thighs.
Megha was holding his hand with her both hands in excitement as he kept lifting her saree; she was not stopping him from anything now, as she had submitted herself to him.
He was also taking advantage of her acceptance; he lifted her saree till her thighs, placed his hand on her inner thighs while rubbing slowly. Megha was watching the rain while feeling the flood inside her pussy.
As he got closer to her pussy, her breathing increased. But thanks to the rain, her moans (“Aaahh, Jatin… don’t stop… feel my pussy”) were not audible.
“Megha, you are mine; I will do whatever I want with you,” said Jatin. Also, Megha replied slowly, “Do whatever you want… I’m yours.” He started rubbing his fingers over a drenched panty-covered pussy.
As he started inserting one finger, she could feel her pussy walls getting divided by the cotton of panties and his finger. She held both of her hands tightly, while keeping her moans inside her mouth. That went on for a couple of minutes.
Then, he started to remove her panties, but he faced difficulties because of her sitting position. Realizing that, the horny middle-aged Megha pushed the panties down herself and kept them below her pussy. And she took his hand onto her pussy, whispering, “I cannot hold longer; don’t make me wait anymore. I have never enjoyed like this.”
Without wasting time, Jatin started inserting his finger inside her pussy slowly and steadily. At this point, Megha was just the woman who had forgotten everything, including her surroundings and her family. She was just enjoying her self-time and the lovely attention she never got from her husband.
Jatin started fingering deeper with a little more pace, but he didn’t want to make a sound.
Soon, Jatin started to push her panties inside her as well. The panty’s stitching was taking Megha to cloud nine. Soon, Megha murmured, “I’m cumming, baby; don’t stop.” Jatin had covered her mouth with one hand, as he started to increase the pace of his fingers.
In no time, he felt warm liquid pouring on his fingers, just like the rain was pouring on the glass window of the bus. Even before Jatin removed his fingers,
Megha was breathing hard after cumming; she let herself fall on his body, as she was too tired to handle herself after attending the family function and later an orgasm by a stranger guy. She was murmuring, “Jatin, cuddle me.”
After an hour, she woke up, finding herself in the arms of a guy who was rubbing her back and caressing her hairs. She let herself be like that for some time to enjoy his care. He was doing things to her that her husband never did.
Later, she realized her saree, which was lifted, was now nicely put down on her legs. Also, her hanging boob was no more hanging; it was covered in her bra and blouse, which made her smile. She got away and found him sleeping as well. She kissed him on his cheeks as a thanking gift.
Although her blouse hooks were still untied, she let it be like that, because she wanted him to hook it. After a while, Jatin woke up. Both smiled at each other.
As the station was 15 minutes away, she jiggled her boobs, signaling that they were still open, and said, “The one who opens it should close it.” Jatin, with a slight boob squeeze, said, “Yes, ma’am,” and closed her hooks. He also tied her blouse strings from the back.
Later, Jatin gave her his number and said, “I won’t ask for your number, but here’s my number. And I believe my girlfriend will call me someday.”
She took out her phone to write the number, but instead, he wrote his number on a paper and placed it inside her blouse, while saying, “A boyfriend’s number is not needed in the phone, but in the heart!” Both laughed.
Their station arrived. But before anyone got up, he gave a small kiss to her. She was smiling like a newlywed. He helped her with her luggage to get down. She gave his jacket back to him with some hand touching to each other. Both went on their ways. Her husband was waiting for her.
As Megha started to walk away, she realized she was not wearing any panties, and she could feel her pussy walls being collided with the petticoat. Also, there were some wet patches in her saree.
Her husband asked her about it, to which she lied, “It is because of the rain pouring.” Jatin heard it and gave a wink at her.
Part 1 ends here.
What do you think will happen? Will she call him, or will she forget him?