Yashini’s Lustful Life

I only had one thought when I got up this morning, “Don’t screw up, don’t screw up.” You might be wondering why I’m worried, I usually don’t have a valid reason for feeling nervous, but today I do. I have a job interview, and my future depends on this interview going well.

I’m a broke, jobless 24-year-old female living alone. My parents disowned me when I refused to marry their darling nephew. He was like a puppy following me everywhere with a stupid smile on his face. They gave me an ultimatum to either marry him or leave, so I left.

I spent the last bit of my savings on this month’s rent, some essentials, and on the dress that I’m wearing. I need this job as I can’t afford to go home as a failure. I still remember exactly what my mother said when I left, “You think you are too beautiful for my brother’s son? But the truth is he is too good for you.”

That hurt big time! How dare she? She is supposed to be my mother. But all she ever cared about was her brother’s motherless son – her darling Yash, who can do no wrong. My parents even named me Yashini to match his name.

They’ll surely force me to marry him if I go back. I will end up having to sleep with him and have his ugly children. The thought of it makes me nauseous.

Why am I thinking about this now? I need to look my best for this interview. So I look at myself in the mirror to check my outfit. I like the cream satin top sliding over my body. But when I lean in to have a closer look and my heart literally stopped.

I chose this particular bra as it matched the color of my top. But now the problem is the combination of my transparent bra and transparent top. I can see the lacy bra and even the outline of my nipples.

This combined with my generous sized boobs, I look like someone out of a B grade movie, not a professional working woman. Even in plain clothing, people stare at my big boobs as if they’ve never seen breasts before. I admit it makes me feel good sometimes. But today is not one of those days.

In my anger towards my parents, I left all my clothes they bought me. It’s too late to change this outfit. The only thing I can do is cover my top with a brown scarf that I had. I’m sure the addition of the scarf will make me more decent, especially with my black pencil skirt.

I like the way the skirt has beautifully molded over my hips and shows off my long legs. At least I got this right. I fix my make up and pick up my handbag with all the essentials and hurry out to catch the bus. I let out a sigh of relief when I got to the bus stop on time.

But my relief was short-lived. As I was about to get on the bus, a bunch of sweaty college guys came out of nowhere, looking as if they’ve come straight from sports practice. They pushed me in. I nearly lose my balance, but one of them put his arm forward and breaks my fall.

When I turn around to thank him, he looks at me as if I offended him somehow. I mumble a feeble thanks and try to find a place to sit. My luck, the bus was fully packed without a single spare seat. I grab on to the handrails and finally manage to stand without feeling like I’m going to fall.

I scan my surroundings and spot the angry guy standing just behind me. He doesn’t look angry now. He might even have a faint smile on his face. I don’t know whether it was the contrast from his previous harsh look, he looked damn hot. I can feel the flutter in my stomach, which I try to control.

I start thinking about the interview and forget myself in that process. First, I didn’t notice, but slowly I can feel a hand touching my belly underneath my scarf. I try to ignore it, but the touch was getting bolder and bolder. I can feel his hands feeling the underside of my boobs.

I think of the hot guy behind me, and give myself into the sensations and close my eyes. The guy is now squeezing my boobs. I bite my lips to stop myself from moaning. I can feel his hands now on my skin over my cleavage. In my fuzzy head, it didn’t register when he had opened my top buttons.

Shit shit shit, what am I thinking, drooling over a hot guy and letting him feel me up. I straighten myself and turn around to tell the hot guy to stop. Instead of my prince charming, this old man was grinning at me. I want to shake his hand off, but I was feeling too horny to say no.

He then pushes his hand inside my bra and starts to squeeze my nipples. The feeling of arousal hits me hard. My nipples are rock hard, and I can feel my pussy getting wet, drenching my panties. I can’t believe I’m getting aroused by a guy who is old enough to be my father.

I lean back towards him, and suddenly I feel a hand touching my thighs inside my skirt. I look down to find the guy sitting near me, feeling my thighs. His big belly bothers me, but I don’t say anything. He is now moving his hands up my thighs and feeling my wet panties while looking straight into my eyes.

My body has never betrayed me like this before. It refuses to do anything to stop this progressing. It was as I was drugged and paralyzed by pure pleasure. I stop my futile attempt to resist the pleasure building up. Now the old man behind me has one hand inside my boobs and another squeezing my ass.

The big guy sitting, has his fingers inside panty, parting my shaved pussy. My overflowing pussy juices must have made it easy for him to get his finger inside. The old man now is grinding himself against my ass, I can feel his hard cock. The big guy is now finger fucking me without mercy.

I edge towards orgasm, but just when I cum hard all over the guy’s fingers, the bus halts suddenly. I jerk forwards, still feeling the aftermath of my orgasm. I look outside to realize that the bus is close to the stop I need to get off. I curse out loud and untangle myself from the old man.

Seeing this, the big belly guy removes his hand out of my panties. He then licks his fingers covered in my cum without taking his eyes off mine, which was strangely erotic and intimate. I finally manage to compose myself enough to yell at the bus driver to stop.

I get out of the bus with dripping wet panties and top with a few buttons undone looking like a real slut.

(This is my first attempt at writing. I’ll either continue or drop Yashini’s lustful story, depending on your feedback.)