Strangers – Bus To Bed

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After about 8 months of being inside the comfort of my home, I have finally decided to step into the wilderness and the serene beauty of nature and natural phenomenon. Hills have always been my go-to place to unwind. Sun and sand are not my things. I am more of a guy for greens and mists.

The bus journey started with not many people on it. I wasn’t surprised but didn’t think much about it. After a journey of 20 minutes, the bus stopped.

There are some moments in life that we least expect to happen – but it happens anyway. This was one such moment. The lights were on, the smell of her perfume, and the jasmine on her head filled the bus. I was too involved in the movie, which stopped me from looking up from my phone.

As she neared me, I could see someone in a salwar walking from the front through my peripheral vision. She tried to load her bags into the cabin above the seat across mine. Simultaneously, the bus moved. The sudden movement caused her to trip and fall backward.

She fell over me, my hands touched her ass, my eyes dilated as I saw her for the first time. Round face, moisturized and soft skin, fluttering eyes, confused look, sparkly teeth, embarrassed smile, and cherry lips. And she had a small mole right below her nose. She kept muttering sorry to me:

“I am so sorry, extremely sorry, really sorry. I tripped. I am so sorry.”

“Hey! It’s ok, I am fine, are you ok?” I replied.

I helped her get back on her feet when the whole situation sunk in, “Are you ok?”

She smiled and said, “I am ok. Thank you again and really sorry again.”

She was still embarrassed. Her cheeks were reddened. She was blushing and had a smile plastered over her face.

I cursed loudly when I realized that my phone was missing. After a brief search, I found it face-down under the seat in front of me. I was cursing under my breath. She might have noticed all this and therefore asked, “What happened?”

“You broke my phone!” I was pissed.

She was kind of sad to look at when I said that. She managed to say “I am sorry” with a puppy face and an innocent voice. I wanted to own that innocence then and there.

I smiled!

“Sorry, I never introduced myself. I am Kavya!”

“I am Anand,” I replied.

We shook hands and exchanged smiles. We had a brief talk. I realized she was going back to Coimbatore from college and intended to surprise her parents with her visit. The bus was speeding through the highway.

The time was way past 1 when the bus stopped for a small break. I had to pee. I was holding it for a long time. I rushed off without telling her anything. When I came back, she was not in her seat. I thought she had gone to pee as well until I saw her sitting next to my seat.

I went near her and asked if I could have the window seat?

She laughed out loud for a few seconds. “Seriously, this is what you will ask a girl who is sitting next to you? All you need is a Window seat?”

“Seriously.”

I smiled all the while. She came out of the seat to let me in. She was still rambling, “You had to ask this only?”

We continued to joke about that for a couple of minutes. She had a lot to tell about how her friends would have reacted to this situation. The whole situation was jovial. I am really nostalgic thinking about it. The bus took off after all the passengers got back in.

The lights were off. I found her to be the temple of feminineness when the passing vehicle lights illuminated her face. The illumination of her face, the smell from the flower that crowned her head, her perfume, her pheromones suddenly gave me an urge to kiss her.

As she rambled about this and that. I kept looking at how her lips moved and flowed. It was the most beautiful dance I have ever seen. I stopped hearing her voice. All I could feel was her scent in my nostrils, a thumping heart, dry lips desperately seeking my care – the images of kissing her in my head.

As our eyes met, she stopped rambling. I said: “I am going to kiss you now.” Her mouth parted, convening her will. My brain ran 1000 scenarios in which this can go wrong. I inched closer to her lips. A sudden rush of fear came over me, and I froze midway.

It was as if she could sense my fear. She latched on to my lips before I could decide to move away. They danced, bit, scratched, kissed, abused each other. I opened my mouth ever so slightly to let some air in, and her tongue glided in as if it were her cue.

Her tongue danced in my mouth, playing with my tongue until saliva dripped from our mouths. And we didn’t care. A reunion happened, something that was meant to happen for millions of years. A cosmic balance was restored.

We were so into each other that we lost track of time. Amidst all this action, I had managed to lift the hand rest separating our seats. My hands ran over her face, her neck, and her hair. Her hand was running through my hair and occasionally tugging at it.

We stopped to catch our breath. Our eyes met, no words were spoken. We both were consumed by lust for each other, wanting to devour each other and bath in each other’s sex juices.

Nothing else mattered that moment, not the surrounding, not the people in the seat behind us, not our rational thoughts. I just wanted to drown in her lust, and she in mine. Even when our lips were apart, our hands weren’t. I was caressing her cheeks, and she was rubbing her head against my hands like a loyal puppy.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her in a jiffy towards me, and started kissing her again. The aggressiveness of my action opened up the passion in her. She was far more passionate this time. My lips were barely enough for her. She was kissing me all around, breathing laboriously.

She just couldn’t get enough of me. She was a whole different person this time around, fighting for control of the situation. I grabbed her neck and slightly choked her. She was desperately trying to kiss me, even with me choking her. I said, “Stop,” sternly.

I could see people moving behind us. And the lights came back on. The helper on the bus shouted – “Coimbatore, Coimbatore. Ella erangunga (Get down)” We were quick to adjust our positions. With all the excitement around, I forgot that it was already 4 in the morning.

I didn’t want to stop, she didn’t want to stop, now we were each other’s oxygen. We needed each other to breathe. I was quick to tell her, “Get your luggage and come with me.” She just nodded, and I could see the excitement on her face.

As we grabbed our luggage, I made sure that she felt my presence right behind her. At times, she felt my hardness too. I gave her my unlocked phone and asked her to book a room in Oyo and choose the pay from hotel option. She was browsing through the rooms.

I quickly sneaked into the nearby medical shop and purchased a few packets of condemns. As I came out, she was smiling at me, and I winked back at her. I called for the nearby taxi and gave him the address. The journey was just 15 minutes. The closeness of our body was feeling our fire inside.

I was constantly playing with her thighs and knees and made sure to go near her pussy and not touch it. The driver was unaware of our ordeal in his backseat. As the vehicle came to a halt, I pressed her pussy hard. She gasped for air. I could see her blushing cheeks and quick breaths.

The driver now knew what was going on. I paid him, rushed to the reception, paid the booking amount, completed formalities, and he showed us to our room.

As soon as we got in the room, I ordered two cups of coffee to the houseboy and asked him to bring them after 45 minutes. We entered the room. I closed the door behind me. I saw her stretching her body.

“Sit,” I ordered. I don’t know if it was my voice or if she is submissive in nature, but she obeyed immediately. She was on the bed, her arms by the side. Her eyes locked on mine, with a wicked smile on her lips and a curious look on her face.

Maybe it was the cold, or it was the arousal from our foreplay. I could see her nipples over her dress and, I liked what I saw. I started unbuttoning my shirt. As I removed my first button, I told her, “Strip.” She was quick as if she had been waiting for my command.

Her top and bottom were off in a jiffy. And she was just in her grandmother-panties. I was surprised to see her not wearing any bra. I removed my shirt completely and was admiring her from a distance.

As I inched closer to her, I commanded her, “Kneel.” She went on her knees like a good puppy, all innocent and baby-like. I stood in front of her and asked her to strip me. And she complied – seductively removed my buckle first and then my jean, all the while maintaining eye contact.

She was a natural artist. But now that she saw the bulge in my underwear, her eyes were fixated on that. I spoke, breaking her fantasy: “Up.”

She got up hesitantly. Her eyes rose with her until it met mine. I saw her pupils dilate again. The excitement of the near future was evident in her eyes, probably in mine too. As our eyes met, sparks were flying around us. I charged towards her, pinned her to the wall, and kissed her on her lips.

I made sure to make her earn for my lips before I gave her a taste of the fruit. I left her wanting more. The complete kiss session lasted for about 10 minutes. I controlled how we kissed, the passion, tempo, and speed of the kiss. We didn’t care for the time, the lights, the chilling temperature of the room.

We wanted to writhe in pleasure, in the bliss at the moment, the sin of the act, and the taboo of sex. I moved my hands to her hips and pulled them hard towards me. Her head was against the wall as we continued to kiss, and her pussy was grinding against my cock.

As we kissed, she started to moan into my mouth and constantly throwing her head back in pleasure to gasp. I moved my lips down to her neck, kissing along the lining of her cheeks. Her moans turned into screams, screams of wanting more of the pleasure, more of the pain, more of submission.

She climbed onto my hips and threw her legs around me. My face was right in front of her breasts. I blew some hot air into her cleavage, and she moaned to it.

The symmetrical, perky books were a sight to behold. With our hormones raging, lust burning, I would expect me to rough up her breasts, and boy did she want me to. She started pushing my head towards her nipples. I resisted her push and blew some air towards her nipple.

She threw her head back as the hot air meddled with her nipples. The breasts moved up and down as she breathed. I was sensual with the way I played with her breasts. I would lock eyes with her and touch her nipples with the tip of my tongue. She would throw her head back.

I would track the line of her areola without touching the nipples, then would lick along her cleavage. I made sure she was hit with waves of pleasure while ensuring she didn’t succumb to one. As she was coming down from her high, I slowly devoured her nipples and sucked on them hard.

While the breast was inside my mouth, I twisted my tongue and stimulated her nipples. She pushed my head towards her breast, even more, tried to push her breast even more into my mouth. I slowly pulled away from it while making sure I pulled her nipples with my lips.

Her moans of pleasure turned into screams of pleasure. I could feel the wetness in her panties increasing by the minute. I couldn’t hold her in the air any longer. Her movements were making it harder. I turned around and threw her on the bed.

She bounced once, twice before laying there with her arms open, trying to catch her breath. I pounced on her like a lion pouncing on its prey. The chase is done. We have both reached the high of the chase. Now all that was left is fine dining and on the bed lay my meal, and standing over it was its meal.

I pinned her hand to the bed and licked my way down from her forehead. Then the nose, lips, ears, neck, armpits, cleavage, and finally her nipples. I spent ample time suck, lick, pull her nipples with my lips and occasionally bite her gently to heighten her arousal.

I made sure she didn’t move. The most she could do was writhe under me and scream at the top of her voice. Every time she flitted around the edges of her orgasm, I could see her face lit up. I would slow down the tempo to bring her down from the high.

She was obedient, didn’t ask for more than what I gave her. I had decided this will not be the only time I will feast on her. Now I was on her belly, released her hands, legs on either side of her, and pinning her thighs to the bed. She was slowly coming down from the high.

Just to keep her on edge, I touched her pussy over her soaked panties. The touch was sensual, slow, and aimed at keeping her on edge. As soon as I saw her face lit up, I removed my hands from there, and she was desperate for more touch. I have kept her on edge for quite a long time now, and time for her release.

Here is what happened next, “Keep your hands over your head and keep your fingers interlocked and listen to me do not let go, no matter what happens. And keep your eyes at me and do not, DO NOT dare to move them.” She realized I was serious and her obedience followed.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes…” She replied.

“Yes. What?”

She was puzzled for a moment but proceeded to say, “Yes, Sir!”

A chill ran up my spine. I just wanted to reward her with an orgasm. Instead, I ran my fingers over her, from the forehead, down to her lips, neck, ears, shoulder, armpits, cleavage, nipples, navel, waist, and then back up. I continued doing this again and again.

Occasionally I would ask her, “Say again?” And she would reply, “Yes, Sir,” in a different tone every time I ask her.

With everything I was doing to her, she made sure to maintain eye contact. When the pleasure heightens, she would barely close her eyes. I will remove my hands. She will lock her gaze again.

This continued for some time, and then the bell rang. I knew it was the room boy. Or should I call him the room man, probably 35 years old, married with two kids? I shouted: “Come in.” I could see her pupil dilate in surprise and excitement. But she did not dare to open her mouth.

He came in, closed the door. Before he turned fully, I pinched her nipples with my hands, and she screamed. He only then realized what was happening. He turned around in horror (or maybe excitement or even surprise). But he was frozen, with his eyes open and the coffee about to spill.

I intervened and asked him to place the coffee tray on the table nearby. He did and turned around to leave. I stopped him, “Sit here,” and showed him the chair near the bed. An invitation no one would dream of and every man’s fantasy. And he complied!

With all the buildup, she was already on the verge. I continued to pinch her nipples as I spoke to the room boy. She didn’t dare to utter a single word and didn’t dare to break eye contact. ‘How good a slave will she make?’ I thought and smiled. I brushed the thought aside and focused on her now.

Alternate waves of pain and pleasure hit her, very evident from her face. She was almost there – the buildup and constant denial already had her on edge. The pain pushed her over it. Her body convulsed, fists clenched, belly shrunk and out flowed her juices.

She was gasping for air. Boy, did she not move her hands or her eyes. ‘Such a good slave,’ I thought again. As she was trying to catch her breath, I removed her panties and threw them on the room boy’s face, and said, “You can keep that.” He sniffed the panties and touched the bulge over his pants.

I continued, “Don’t touch that! You got to stay here, stay and watch, and don’t dare to touch your cock.” He was shocked but moved his hands from there. I moved between her legs and licked along the slit of her pussy with a flat tongue. My flat tongue technique was the most tried and tested.

I didn’t want to tease her here. I want to bring another orgasm to her before she came down from her high. She gasped for air, arched her back. Her eyes were still locked with mine.

Every time I made it difficult for her to follow my instructions, she somehow found the strength to follow them. Every time that happened, a chill ran up my spine.

I parted her slit and licked the outline of her pussy, occasionally touching the clit. My fingers continued to tug her nipples, pinching it, squeezing it. She seemed to welcome pain, enjoy it, own it, and I liked that. My tongue movement was quick and slow, constantly changing the way I ate her pussy.

Sometimes I would suck the pussy as a whole. As I would leave the pussy, a sound would be heard. The pussy play was intense – for a moment, I rose up from her pussy to tell her: “Cum for me.” As I increased the pace, I inserted 2 fingers inside her pussy, slowly and sensually.

She erupted! The justices started pouring down my face and her scream resonated in the room. The air conditioner was set at 18 degrees. Yet, it felt like we were inside a furnace.

I got up and told her to clean my face. With a smile, she replied, “Yes, sir.” She rose from her bed, still tipsy from her earth-shattering orgasm. She cleaned her juices from my face, using her tongue. She was sensual, slow, and teasing.

Once she was done cleaning up, I caught her by her hair and pushed her face down to near my groin.

“Your reward,” I said. She looked up with a smile, a glint in her eyes. Man, was she hot!

She was completely opposite now. She was hard, rushing, desperately trying to Catch as much breath as she can – as if she is going underwater. She slipped my boxer down the cock sprang out, which was dripping some pre-cum. She grabbed my cock, as if she was starving for so long, and this is her Nirvana!

She extended her tongue to lick the pre-cum off of my cock. That was all the sensual part in it. She pointed at it like a hungry tigress. She was choking immediately but wouldn’t let go. Her tongue would swirl around my cock as she sucked it.

The technique was not great. The cock would touch her teeth. But I did not stop her. This is her reward for her obedience. So I let her free. She had the entire cock inside her mouth, saliva was dripping down her throat, she was unable to breathe, and she didn’t care.

I started oozing pre-cum as her stimulation intensified. I controlled my urges to grab her head and fuck her mouth with my cock – this was her reward, her candy. I was moaning loud and encouraging her to keep doing what she was doing. I occasionally said, “Good girl,” and her intensity would increase.

I was almost there and told her that she didn’t back down. She kept sucking it faster and faster. I started to groan before coming. She shoved my cock deep inside her throat. The flood gates opened, and my cum flowed down her throat. Some juice flowed outside her mouth, and she didn’t care.

I felt the release calming my nerves, taking me to a new high – I was weightless. I dropped to the bed and tried catching the breath. That was incredible.

I lay there in the bed. I watched her get up from the bed, picked up the coffee tray, gave it to the waiter. She kissed him on the lips with my cum still on her mouth and face. He didn’t turn away. He responded with a kiss. As he started to increase the pace of the kiss, she moved away with a smile.

I was impressed at a seductress in play. I loved the show. I extended a 500 rupee note to her. She got it from me and pushed it inside his pant pocket. I wanted to coo at the show she was putting on.

The waiter left, we cuddled on the bed and drifted into sleep.

That’s it, guys. I hope I have made you all come with my story of a fun night with a stranger on a bus. Keep supporting me and mail me your comments, remarks, love, fantasies, critics, suggestions. You can reach me at [email protected]. I am available in hangouts as well.

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Love, Master Anand