I am 38 years old, married for 20 years now. I
have an 18-year-old daughter. My husband is a
44-year-old General manager in a private firm in a
town in India. I too work in a bank as a clerk just
to pass time, as I do not like to stay at home. Due
to regular aerobics at the gym I have a good body. I
have a 34C bust, a 28 waist and a perfectly round 36
ass.
The incident I want to narrate happened about 4
years back. We had moved to the town only some 6
months back from the firm's Bombay office. We, being
from Bombay, understood only a little of the local
language, but could not speak it properly. Our house
was a good 20-25 minutes from our offices. Being new
in the city, my husband always used to send
the car along with the driver to drop and receive me
from my office. Being an inspection officer my
husband used to travel a lot within the state.
During those days I used to travel by auto-rickshaw
(A 3- wheeler cab). My daughter who was 14 then,
went to school with her friend in her car. It was
Christmas Eve. My daughter, Kim, had gone to Bombay
to my parents' place as her school was closed. My
husband had to go to another town about 200
kilometers away for an inspection. So I had to
travel by auto-rickshaw.
It was around closing time in the office when I got
the news that the auto-rickshaw union had gone on a
sudden strike. So I enquired about the bus number
with a peon and went to the bus stop. Unfortunately
for me the only friend I had in the office, Tina
Patel was on a leave. So I had to travel alone to my
house in a bus. Being used to the buses in Bombay I
found the buses here too dirty and too bad to travel
in. I had never traveled by a bus since moving to
this town. As I waited for the bus, I had to leave 5
buses, as they were packed to the hilt. But due to
that it was almost 5:30 and I was at the bus stop
for more than an hour. It was getting dark and cold.
So I decided to get into the next bus, no matter
what the crowd was. As it turned out the next bus
was really more crowded than a few I had left. There
were men
hanging off the door. I was the only one to get into
the bus. Looking at me the men in the doorway got
down to let me in. I saw a few of them checking me
out. As I got into the bus with great difficulty I
felt a few bodies brush against mine. I accidentally
brushed against the crotch of an elderly man
standing near the door. As I lost my balance
slightly, my hand got caught a bit of his kurta
also.
What am I doing!' I said to myself, as I
mumbled a sorry to the person.
As I walked ahead, I felt a few hands brush
against my thighs and my ass. Luckily for me, a
couple of ladies accommodated me between them in one
of the rows of standees. The bus was really packed
with two rows of standees. The bus was in a very bad
condition. There were only a couple of lights at the
two doors, and the bus was running at a snail's
pace. The speed at which the bus was running, I knew
the usual 20-minute journey would take me 30- 35
minutes at least. As I tried to look around in the
bus, it seemed as if we were the only three women in
the overcrowded bus. As I rested my hip on a seat
handle to my right, I accidentally rested on a hand.
So I stood upright again and looked down to
apologize to the person.
As it was getting dark I could not see his face
clearly. But the person looked at me in the eye and
grinned widely. It was clear that he enjoyed the
feel of my ass. Even as I was looking at him, he
nudged his partner and whispered something in his
ears. The other person too looked at me and then
both seemed to look at my breasts under the sari. I
tried to turn away slightly, but could not do so as
I was standing in one row between the two women and
a boy who looked in his teens on my left in the
other row. Just at that time, the woman standing
behind me got down at the next stop. The lady in
front was a young girl of about 20-22. The dress she
wore indicated that she was from a lower middle
class background. She was at least 5-6 inches
shorter than me and very skinny. As I turned around
to see who was now standing behind me, it was the
same man whom I had brushed accidentally at the
door.
As the bus ran slowly, I felt a hand on my ass.
It was definitely the same guys' wrist on my ass.
I did it accidentally, so can he', I thought.
But as time passed, the wrist stayed there, and
if anything pressed against my ass-cheek. I looked
back with some difficulty at the same person. He
looked back at me plainly as if nothing was going
on.
I'll have to bear this for some time', I said
to myself.
But with no further resistance from me, the hand
turned around and now his palms were on my ass.
Staying that way for some time, the hand started
moving slowly all over my asscheeks. I gripped the
vertical bar firmly with my right hand as my left
hand held my purse tightly. Soon the person had both
his hands squeezing and massaging my rear. I looked
around with the hope that someone would stop my
harassment. But as I looked to my left, the kid
standing in the adjacent row was looking the in the
other direction. As I turned my head right, the two
men were still staring at my exposed belly and
blouse-covered boobsintently. Just then, the person
started tracing my panty with his fingers. This made
me close my eyes, as I remembered my husband. This
made the two sitting horny men looking at me to see
what was happening to me. The little hope I had
disappeared when the two men looked at the hands
running along my panty-lines, and started giggling.
God help me!' I screamed hard in my mind. But
deep down I knew I was trapped. I knew most men in
the bus would be the same as the ones sitting beside
me to my right. So I slowly nudged at the girl
standing in front of me not bothering to ask for
help from the man next to me. She turned around with
some difficulty.
I looked at her in the
eyes. My eyes were moist looking at her. I turned my
eyes pointing towards the man behind me. She got the
message
I wanted her to know. But to my shock, she turned
around and even moved forward slightly, distancing
herself from me. I knew she did not want to get
involved in this.
As I was wearing a
chiffon sari, the man could easily grip my panty
elastic over my ass cheeks with 3 fingers of each
hand. I cursed myself for wearing a bikini panty
that day. Because of this, as he pulled my panty
elastic upwards, it caused the small fabric to bunch
up in my ass-crack.
Now I was as good as
naked under my petticoat for his hands. He
frenetically massaged my bare ass for some time.
Hey, what about
the guy standing next to this bastard?", I
thought.
I turned my head and
looked at the guy. As my luck turned out, it was a
blind man. Just then I gasped softly with shock as
the man put his bare hands on my bare waist from
both sides.
This drew the
attention of the man standing beside me. His
response was to smile and move slightly in my
direction, further cramping me for room between him
and the guys sitting beside me. My grip on the
handle tightened as the palms started running over
my flat belly.
Very soon he was
circling my belly button. I kept as much a straight
face as possible. My heart skipped a beat when he
ran his fingers along the waistline of my sari.
Please don't do
that, the whole sari would come off if he tries to
enter my petticoat', I pleaded silently.
Thankfully
he too changed his mind. But soon I knew he was
headed for the place every Indian man dies for. Very
soon his hands were palming my breasts. To make it
worse, I felt some twitching between my legs. I was
definitely getting wet.
My body was doing exactly the opposite of what my
mind was thinking. As the man squeezed and mauled my
boobs, I felt a third hand on my right thigh. I
looked down. To my shock, it was the man sitting on
my right. He had his hand running up and down my
thigh and the other hand seemed to be moving
rhythmically. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I
realized it was his erect dick in his hand. Indeed
he and his partner were masturbating looking at me.
I looked away from the two men to see the man to my
left watching intently. He seemed to be some kind of
a voyeur.
I felt a relief as the hands on my breasts moved
down slightly. But they came back again searching
for my nipples over the blouse. As his thumb and
first two fingers started pinching my nipples,
making them hard and taut. He pinched my nipples so
hard that I had to bite my lips to stop from
screaming. Tears rolled on my cheeks due to the
pain, and at the same time I felt my juices flowing
inside my vagina. The bastard tried to outrage me
further by trying to slip the sari off my shoulders.
But thankfully, I had the sari pinned to my
shoulder. At the same time, the shagging man put his
hand on my ankle and started to pull up my sari.
Why couldn't I wear a dress today' I cursed
myself.
He pulled up my sari and the petticoat to expose my
legs up to just above my knees. I thanked my luck
for he didn't go further. But my happiness was short
lived, as I did not realize that although he did not
pull up my sari, his hands had different plans. The
man behind me grabbed me by my waist and pulled me
back. This made me lose my balance as I lost the
grip of the handle I was holding.
As my entire weight fell on him, I felt his erection
on my ass. He seemed really hard. He was about the
same height as me. He now smelled my hair with deep
breaths. He caught my long hair and swung it
forward. By now the sitting person had his hand
under the sari on my bare inner thigh. His hand
moved upwards, reaching centimeters from my crotch.
He stuck up his middle finger and brushed my slit
over the panty. This made me weak in my knees and I
also lost my grip on my purse, making it fall to the
floor.
He will know now that I am wet and will get
encouraged further', I thought.
I looked in his direction sneakily. He definitely
had felt my wetness, as he held my sari with the
other hand and brought the finger that had probed me
to his nose. A wide grin appeared on his face. He
looked at me and blew me a kiss and said something
to his partner, pointing to his wet finger. And he
then looked back to the man behind me and showed him
the finger.
As some light fell on his finger, even I could see
it glistening with my juices. Seeing what this guy
was showing him, the man behind me brought his face
to my ears and whispered,
"So I see you like to be handled by strangers
in public." I moved my head sideways indicating
a no. But I knew my body liked it. The man nudged
the man sitting to my right with his erect tool in
one hand, and signaled something that I could not
see. Then he did the same to the kid standing on my
left.
What the hell are these guys planning?' I
thought.
