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| Diluted Truth |
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on 19-Jan-04 12:37 PM
This message is rated R for it's implicit graphic content. Please don't read if that bothers you.
It was 5 pm. With the school bell, everyone exploded out of the 10th grade classroom to seek thier freedom outside in the warm fields and the warm streets. Some hanging out outside the school gates to wait for their friends. I strolled out of the gate lazily enjoying the afternoon sun.
Stopped by Ram Dai's shop to buy a samosa. Walking along peeking at st. mary's bus that passed by. I had to walk about 10 minutes to and from school to get to the bus. There was a huge throng of people waiting for the bus. Rush hour. Munching at my samosa. Finished it off in no time. Loud shrills of horns adorning the afternoon hour.
Everyone waiting for the bus checking the road every minute to make sure that they got closest to the door when it stopped. Finally the bus showed up. It was packed with the rush hour passengers. I barely made it in. But as usual the door would not close. They had just made it a requirement to close the door or the bus was not suppose to be running. The conductor shouted some incomprehensible words at the driver and the khallasi would not stop banging at the bus, noone seemed to stop talking. A big buzz of halla khalla and the bus was still not moving. I tried to edge myself in beyond the steps of the bus and finally the bus started running. There was no place to even hold. Slowly I shifted my hand to reach out the seat hidden finally getting hold of a pole and decided to hold onto that.
As the bus jerked to motion, I could not help feel this soft sensation hit me from behind. I stood there paralyzed. There was this girl behind me who was about 19 wearing Padma Kanya dress. The bus was so packed that all of her body was tightly pressed against me from behind. Not knowing how to react I stood there paralyzed. But suddenly I could feel her getting warmer. Pressing more freely against me. Her breast leaving hot burns over my back. Giving me a huge turn on. Suddenly the world ceased to exist and all of my attention was drawn towards our point of contact. Few times her legs raised up to feel me. It was getting too much. Softly her hands were holding my body on my hips. Every stop or jerk of the bus was throwing pleasurable tingles all over my body. At a certain stop the bus stopped a little longer than normal and it was the perfect time for me to change position. So I slowly turned behind to face the girl. Our eyes met and I could see a flicker of smile but she slowly turned around as well. The bus started moving and this time I was behind her. She could feel me hard against her. Every movement of the bus sent shivvers down my spine. Since she turned around she could not hold the pole but the crowd of people in the bus was balancing her. I held on the pole with one hand behind me while slowy put my hand around her to hold her and thankfully it was not visible to anyone because of her sari. It was like heaven to have this soft yeilding body in front of me shooting pangs of pleasure at every turn and stops. My hand was touching her naked stomach. Naturally during stops it touched her soft breast from outside her blouse. She put one of her hands on my hand and pressed hard against her stomach. This left a small gap beneath her blouse for me to slide my hand up to hold her breast. It was a new grounds for me so soft and squishy and so exquisite and pleasurable to just feel this. I softly kneaded on her breast and I could hear her mutter a soft moan...
Things got very unbearable back then.
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| saroj |
Posted
on 19-Jan-04 08:22 PM
When is Rush Hour III coming out?
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| nepaliman |
Posted
on 19-Jan-04 10:55 PM
i wanna that bus to ride someday
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| nepaliman |
Posted
on 19-Jan-04 10:57 PM
u felt so bad dude,don't u?
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