It was a bright Saturday morning, and the streets were alive with the festive buzz of Diwali shopping. Karthick, wearing a casual white shirt and jeans, stepped out of the house, waiting for his sister-in-law, Latha. She appeared shortly, dressed in a simple green saree.
“Shall we go?” she asked with a warm smile.
“Yes Anni, let’s leave early; the shops will get crowded,” Karthick replied.
They took an auto to the bustling market area. The streets were decorated with colorful lights and banners. Shops displayed vibrant collections of sarees, salwar sets, and kurtas.
“Latha Anni, which shop should we go to first?” Karthick asked, looking around.
“Let’s check the one near the corner. I heard they have good offers,” she said, pointing towards a shop with a “Festive Sale” board.
Inside the shop, they spent a good hour choosing outfits. Latha picked a red silk saree for herself, and Karthick helped her match the blouse. “This one looks perfect for you,” he said, holding a golden blouse against the saree.
They also picked out dresses for all the family members.
After finishing their shopping, they decided to head home.
At the bus stop, a long crowd was already forming. When the bus finally arrived, it was packed to the brim. “Oh no, it’s so crowded!” Latha exclaimed, hesitating to step in.
“We’ll manage, Anni. Come,” Karthick assured her, holding her hand as they squeezed inside.
The bus jerked forward as they found a spot to stand near the back. Latha held onto the overhead bar while Karthick stood close to her, trying to shield her from the pushing crowd. They both faced each other.
“Are you okay?” Karthick asked, noticing her struggle to maintain balance.
“Yes, but it’s difficult to stand in this crowd,” she replied, gripping the bar tighter.
Karthick moved a little closer. “Hold my shoulder for support,” he suggested.
Latha hesitated but placed her hand lightly on his shoulder. The closeness brought an unusual warmth between them. Karthick could feel her bangles brushing against his arm, and the soft scent of jasmine from her hair lingered in the air.
The bus hit a sudden bump, causing Latha to stumble. “Careful, Anni,” Karthick said, instinctively wrapping an arm around her waist to steady her.
“Thank you,” she said softly, looking up at him. Their eyes met for a brief moment, and there was an unspoken connection.
As the bus swayed with the motion, the crowd pushed them even closer. Karthick felt his heart race. “It’s so suffocating here,” he murmured.
Latha nodded, her voice almost a whisper. “Yes, but we’ll be home soon.”
Karthick’s grip around her waist tightened slightly, his fingers brushing against the silk of her saree. “You look nice, Anni,” he said, his voice barely audible over the noise of the bus.
Latha didn’t reply, but smiled. The touch of Karthick’s fingers on her waist was making her skin tingle. They both stood silently in the crowded bus, their eyes fixed on the road, trying not to think about how good it felt to be so close to each other.
The bus jolted again as it navigated a sharp turn, sending everyone swaying in different directions. Latha, standing close to Karthick, struggled to maintain her balance, holding tightly onto the overhead bar. Her breasts moved erratically, bumping into her blouse.
Karthick couldn’t help but glance at her breasts. They were brightly covered and seemed to glow in the soft light of the bus. The movement of her breasts was unpredictable, bouncing slightly with every jerk of the bus.
“This bus ride is so bumpy,” Latha laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She glanced at Karthick.
“They’re nice, Anni,” Karthick said, pointing at her blouse.
“Oh, sorry,” Latha replied with a smile, adjusting her saree.
The bus hit another bump, and her breasts bounced again, this time pressing lightly against Karthick’s chest. He felt a strange sensation as the soft breasts brushed against him repeatedly with the motion of the bus.
Karthick saw her breasts whenever they popped out of her blouse. It was an oddly mesmerizing sight, and he found his gaze lingering on them longer than he intended.
As the crowd pushed again, Latha shifted closer to Karthick. Her breasts pressed firmly against his chest, their soft surface squishing slightly with the pressure. Karthick felt a tinge of awkwardness but didn’t say anything, trying to act natural.
“This bus is really testing my emotions,” Latha said, shaking her head. “But I guess this is what makes public transport memorable.”
Karthick smiled. “Memorable, yes. Definitely not boring,” he said, his voice laced with subtle humor.
The two laughed lightly, the tension of the crowded bus easing as they shared the moment. Her breasts continued to sway gently, their bright color adding a touch of cheer to the otherwise cramped and noisy bus ride.
Karthick slowly placed a hand on her breasts. He gently held them with his fingers to steady their movement.
Latha was caught by surprise. She didn’t move and stood still in the same position.
Karthick caressed her ass lightly with another hand. Her ass was soft and warm, and the feel of her ass in his hand made his heart beat a little faster. Latha glanced at Karthick, their eyes locking for a brief moment, a silent acknowledgement passing between them.
The fragrance of the jasmine flowers adorning Latha’s hair was delightful, filling the air around her with a sweet and refreshing aroma. Now, Karthick placed both his hands on Latha’s breasts. They were soft and round, and Karthick loved the feel of them as he caressed them.
The bus suddenly hit another bump, and Latha was sent forward with a jerk. Her body was pressed even more against Karthick. His fingers were still holding onto her breasts.
Karthick’s heart was racing. The close proximity to Latha, their bodies pressed together, their hands touching, was stirring something deep inside him.
Latha looked at him, her eyes dark with desire. Karthick couldn’t help himself. He leaned forward and brushed his lips against her forehead in a soft kiss.
Karthick pulled her into an embrace, her breasts squashing against him as he kissed again, their bodies melting into each other. His hands were exploring her back and her neck. Latha held onto Karthick tightly as the bus jerked again, her body rubbing against his in an exquisite blend of desire and sensuality.
Their bodies were pressed together as they hugged passionately, oblivious to the crowded bus around them. The closeness of Latha, her soft breasts squashed against Karthick’s chest, and the sweet scent of jasmine in the air made Karthick’s heart beat faster.
“Aaahhhhhh,” Karthick groaned and moved his face forward. His erection was growing fast. Karthick wanted Latha’s soft breasts against him and wanted to fuck her, feel her warm skin on his, and hear her moans. He knew she felt the same.
Latha touched his erected dick over his pant. It felt hot, hard, and big. Karthick could feel her breathing becoming shallow as her fingers stroked him through the fabric, and he moaned in pleasure, pressing into her. He held onto her as the bus continued to sway, his desire for her growing stronger with each passing moment.
Karthick continued to press her breasts. Latha slowly unzipped his pants. She took his cock out. Karthick’s cock was rock hard. It throbbed with desire as it sprang out. He saw Latha looking at it with curiosity, and his body responded in kind. She held it with one of her soft hands, caressing the tip of his dick gently with her fingers. He closed his eyes as her touch sent a thrill through his body, and his cock twitched.
He groaned softly, and she pressed her breasts against his chest. Karthick moved his hips, rubbing himself against her. The friction was intense, and he gasped in pleasure, gripping her tightly.
His hands reached underneath her saree pallu to grab her breasts. His touch sent shivers through her, and she arched her back, pushing herself into him. Their bodies moved together in rhythm, grinding and rubbing against each other as the bus swayed, their arousal building with every passing second.
The bus lurched again, throwing them into each other. Her soft, supple body pressed against him as his cock rubbed against her soft hand. She was moaning softly, and the sound made his heart race, his need for her growing stronger with every passing moment. He held her tightly against him, and she moved her body, her soft hand grinding against his erection. He wanted her so much that his whole body was shaking with need.
She turned to face him and wrapped her palm around his cock. She pressed her breasts against his chest, as her hand caressed his cock.
His cock reached between her thighs and stroked her pussy over her saree. The softness of her body and the scent of her arousal drove Karthick wild with desire. He couldn’t hold back any longer.
Karthick reached climax. His whole body shook with the intensity of the orgasm.
Latha quickly zipped his pants, and Karthick pulled her against him, hugging her tightly. Their bodies were still trembling with desire, but the need had subsided somewhat, replaced by a contentment and satisfaction they had not felt in a long time.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t control myself, Anni,” Karthick said softly, resting his head against her shoulder.
The semen was all over her saree.
“That’s okay,” she replied, caressing his head gently.
As they hugged each other in the crowded bus, Karthick knew that this moment was something that he would cherish for a long time to come. The bus lurched forward, jolting everyone, but they stayed still, lost in the intimacy of the moment.
As the bus finally reached their stop, the two walked home together in silence.