It was a hectic Thursday evening. Tomorrow is my husband\u2019s birthday, who is stationed in the port city, Chittagong. I purchased a ticket to fly on the afternoon flight from Dhaka to Chittagong, but you know how it is in the private jobs! My request to leave early was declined because of some issue with a major client. I had to stay until the evening. I was frustrated and angry, shouting over the phone with my best friend Sanjana and crying. I have been planning for months to surprise my husband for his birthday. Now I am doomed.<\/p>\n
Suddenly my friend had an idea, \u201cwhy don\u2019t you take a bus?\u201d She shouted back. Yes, my smile got broader, it will surprise him. I started re-packing my unpacked bag. Night coaches would leave between 10-11pm and I haven\u2019t purchased a ticket yet. I wanted to leave early so that I can manage a good seat. Still, I had plenty of time to take shower and put some makeup on. I wanted to be in best possible condition when I knock on his door. So I was careful choosing the perfume and even my lingeries. I was wearing a little tight black blouse with a white chiffon saree. I was wearing thin designer lingeries as my husband prefer those most.<\/p>\n
Unfortunately, the bus station was packed. It\u2019s mid-February and a lot of people was going to Cox\u2019s Bazar as it was Thursday. I couldn\u2019t manage a ticket after running to multiple bus counters. Finally, on my fourth attempt, I got a ticket for a Non Ac Bus. I felt relieved as it was a window seat. At least I can enjoy the breeze.<\/p>\n
The bus was late as usual but when it arrived, it wasn\u2019t too bad. I got on and took my seat. After a while, a boy of around 17-18 jumped in and took the empty seat beside me. He looked like a decent fellow. I was looking outside the window watching night traffic. I noticed him looking at me couple of times from the corner of my eye. I decided to break the ice so that this long journey doesn\u2019t get too weird.<\/p>\n
I asked him his name. \u201cShuvro\u201d he replied with a smile. I introduced myself \u201cAnanna\u201d. But he was calling me Apu (sister) as I was somewhat 10 years older than him. His hometown is Chittagong and he is studying in Dhaka (HSC first year). We continued our chit chat for a while. He seemed really nice and we were laughing with jokes and he was telling me about his family and friends. I was too tired to keep up any more. I dozed off. After all, all the lights were off and the breeze was nice.<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t know how long I have been sleeping, I woke up with a tingling sensation near my naval. I realized I leaned on his shoulder during my sleep and my head was still on his shoulder. He wrapped me with his right hand. I didn\u2019t feel alarmed, rather I feel puzzled. Maybe he did it because I was leaning on him. I couldn\u2019t blame him. But his fingers touching around my naval was making me restless. I lost the sense of how to react. I felt his hand traveling up slowly. I was already leaking and afraid at the same time. I didn\u2019t move. I felt his fingers moving on my right breast and he found my nipple over the thin fabric of the Blouse and Bra. As he pinched it between his thumb and index finger, I couldn\u2019t hide a moan. I guess it inspired him to continue, he cupped my breast and squeezed it hard. It was hurting a little. However, my clitoris was shivering and my panty was completely wet.<\/p>\n
Suddenly the lights turned on and he removed his hands quickly. We arrived at comilla. Everyone got down to use the restroom. I had to remove my panty and hide it in my bag as it was completely wet. After I came out, I decided to have a cup of tea. So I went to the restaurant and there he was, sitting on a table. So I decided to set in front of him and had tea together.<\/p>\n
As the bus started from comilla, I didn\u2019t dare to sleep anymore. I couldn\u2019t take the risk of ruining my saree if he touches me again. We continued the chit chat as I pretended to know nothing. He seem to be relieved that, I didn’t notice anything. Our normal conversation resumed and he started to tell me jokes and about his dorm life.<\/p> \n\n
When we reached Chittagong, It was early morning. he asked for my phone number. I couldn\u2019t say no. Even though, it might cause a little problem for me. So I told him not to call and text only on Viber.<\/p>\n
As we got down, we bid goodbye. I took a CNG to my husband’s temporary residence. The morning was little cloudy and I was too tired after the night. I wish I could sleep right there, but suddenly I remember about the surprise I was planning on. I started feeling guilty about what happened on the bus. I was about to cry. But this time, I can’t even share it with my best friend.<\/p>\n
I stopped the CNG near a cafeteria. I wanted to be fresh for my husband when I wake him up. So I went to the washroom, cleaned my pussy and fixed my makeup. I was feeling fresh when I came out.<\/p>\n
As I reached my husband\u2019s residence, I was about to knock the door. Suddenly my phone beeped. I checked the message. \u201cYou are too soft\u201d. I felt a jolt of electricity passed through my vagina. A lot of liquid came out. I didn\u2019t reply to his SMS, instead I knocked on the door.<\/p>\n
Some stories are meant to be written from a different perspective. I am Shuvro, 19 Male Dhaka. I will really appreciate your feedback.
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