Hi Friends, I am Sanjay from Delhi and below I am sharing with you one of real life experiences of a very good friend of mine.
In her very own words:
I am Chithra. I would like to share my experience with you. This happened recently. I am
In my early thirties, married still in shape. (My stats are 5 ft 7″ tall, fair and 36C 30 38). I
normally wear saree every day and usually prefer to wear it low-hip, exposing the deep
navel as it suits my height. I also secretly enjoy the stares & peeks I receive when the
pallu drifts a bit, to the side. The incident I am about to narrate, happened in one of my
Bus journeys at Chennai.
Sometimes when the bus is crowded there will be some strange hand trying to caress my
butt, and after a while, sensing the lack of resistance, usually advance the hand to my
bare hip. I like this part especially since I am ticklish around my hips & belly and get
very excited when caressed there. My courage level usually ends there and I would start
showing some resistance and the hand would vanish as fast as it had app eared.
One evening , I had to go shopping and return and I had gotten a bit more courageous
than most of the days.. decided to go panty less. I was wearing a maroon saree, matching
blouse and black brassiere and petticoat. I finished my shopping and was returning
Around 7.30 pm in the evening. The bus i boarded was too crowded that day and the
journey would be an half hour. I was sandwiched in the middle of the bus. I was standing
right smack at the centre of the bus, resting my shopping bags on the floor between my
legs. I had to lift both my hands over my head to hold the overhead railings since the ride
was especially jerky. It had gotten dark outside and the light inside was too dim. My
already low hip saree dropped a notch further below my waist that evening because of
my awkward standing posture.
It was only a matter of time. There was that anticipated hand from a stranger from the
back resting on my butt lightly. I couldn’t feel it at first, as it was too crowded , until the
hand firmly rested on my back. I had a chill running over my spine when I realized that I
wasn’t wearing panties too that day. Perhaps the stranger had realized it at the same time
as he started cupping my bare butt through my saree and started running his fingers along
the crevice. Inspite of my long tired day, I was beginning to get ex cited. The one thing I
noticed was that the person standing behind me (whoever that was?!!) was too short. He
was only to my shoulder level I guess. He rested his other hand on my bare waist. His
hand was surprisingly soft and tender.
Hi left hand was resting at the area where i had tucked my saree into my petticoat at my
waist for a long time. I didn’t pay particular attention to it as his right hand which was
caressing my back had circled in front by my right side, pushed my pallu deftly, rested on
my bare belly ,moments later discovered my deep navel and was fingering it. My
excitement was certainly building up and I was holding the railing tighter . I completely
failed to realize what his other hand was doing all this time.. He was slowly taking my
saree tucks out of my petticoat while he was fingering my navel.. now, my petticoat knot
came out completely in view as my saree folds in that area has been expertly loosened by
him, and i was blissfully unaware of this still, while his fingers were resting lightly on the
knot.. ( He could see this clear and close since he was much shorter than I ).
He was beginning to loosen the knot of my petticoat, and lo!! I came to my senses. He
had already gone too far ahead and the moment he sensed that I had found out what he was
up to, he yanked the knot and loosened it so quick that I had no time to react. The next
thing I felt was my petticoat loosening around my hip and his hand resting on
my bare hip inside while his right hand securely gripping my saree and my now
completely loose petticoat, firmly so it stay on my hip. I was thinking about my options..
With my position , with my hands over my head and legs holding the shopping bags , in
the uncomfortable position he caught me. – completely! I was too scared to imagine my
petticoat dropping in public , in a bus. I don’t want a scene. So, I turned my head and
whispered as softly as I could over my shoulder, to the person behind – “Tie t back!
Please” . I could see the smug smile on the greasy face and a satisfied nod ( indicating
“I got u ” ) from him in the fraction of a second I managed to see his face. I was so
mortified and embarrassed , that I couldn’t face him an y longer and turned back. He, now
used his left hand to hold my petticoat & saree in place while he brought his right hand
around me and inserted it through my loosened petticoat to rest on my bare right butt
cheak!
He slowly started executing his game plan. He enjoyed feeling my bare flesh around my
hip & thigh region. His right hand loitered there for a while. (I just noticed that it was very
soft too! ) He moved his hand again from my hip to the b ack, resting his palm on my butt
cheek, enjoying the sensation of my bare round butt.. He needed the flesh in the region
and pinched me there. I could still not comprehend the face that all this was happening in
a crowded bus. It was a bit too much beyond my wildest imagination. He moved his
fingers to run along my now moist butt crevice, sending shocks all over me. My only
reaction was to clutch the rails tighter. His finger travelled from top to bottom , up &
down along the crevice . He seemed to have enjoyed it very much. He then rested it on
my anus..I was totally unprepared for this, because even my husband hasn’t touched me
there . He attempted one hard push with his finger making me stand on tip toes and gasp.
His fingers loitered there a bit longer and moved down targeting the prime spot now. His
fingers reached the base of my pussy lips from behind through my already spread legs
(since my shopping bags were in between my legs). I involuntarily spread my thighs a bit
more wide and his middle finger easily entered my now very wet pussy lips. He managed
to insert another finger too as my thigh is now spread wide enough. My excitement was
mounting and i was beginning to get scared more at the same time. He started wiggling
his fingers inside my pussy while i was standing there horrified and helpless (excited
nevertheless ) His index finger found the skin of my clit and started applying pressure
there.
There was a bus stop and a reshuffle in the crowd by then. We were pushed from behind
and i had to move one step forward. He held me in the same position and we moved
forward. It was a very weird feeling to move my legs with a stranger’s fingers in my
pussy. I was beginning to get concerned and scared more while he continued to massage
my clit..and pinch my outer lips with his thumb. I was close to cumming, but didn’t want
that to happen on a bus ,since I am loud normally. I was getting so scared. I turned and whispered… to him again “please stop now… and tie it back”. He seemed to think a bit
For a while and decided to remove his fingers from my pussy. I relaxed and sighed.
While taking out his now wet fingers he quickly inserted his index finger in my anus and
gave a shove. It went in this time, as it was wet. In addition, I gave a sharp yelp a d tip toed again
since I was not at all prepared again. The person standing in front turned back to look at
me. I was profusely sweating and managed a meek smile. One third of his finger mush
have been through i guess and he was wiggling g it for a while making me jerk at will ..
Then he decided to take it out and took his time to shabbily tie my petticoat.
I eased up a bit and lowered my left hand and adjusted the saree and tucked it inside the
petticoat. I was looking positively horrible. He continued to rest his hand on my bare
belly inside the pallu and his hard on was pressing on my butt now. This is familiar to me
though . He took the hand above and managed to give a squeeze to my left tit. B y then
there was a bus stop nearing, and i decided enough is enough and felt too scared to take
more risks that day. I got quickly freed from him and managed to get down the bus with
my bags.
I rushed straight to the restaurant nearby and off I went to the toilet there .. ended up
cumming there . I securely tied my petticoat and adjusted the saree and had a coffee
there to calm down a bit and came out of the restaurant. The little beggar (my hero?) was
standing at the bus stop, staring at me with a sly smile . He had got to look at me in
some light from the front too.. (Almost nothing left for imagination now) . I didn’t have the
nerve to wait there any longer ,so I had quickly hailed for an auto and reached home. That
night, at home I had the best sex till date. (Un) fortunately, I had never managed to find the guy again though.
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