Sizzling Erotica - Matured One Shot Stories (18+ ADULT)

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This story is about a bus journey adventure of Swapna, a 25 year old woman.

Swapna’s POV

I got married at the age of 21 to a loving and caring husband and we also have an amazing sexual life. I never had complaints or disappointments about it. May be it’s because he is the only man in my life and I have no knowledge about how else to do it. Whatever he did and tried makes me satisfied and gives pleasure. But for the past 2 years we weren’t able to have sex frequently because he got transferred to Dubai and I hardly get to see him. My life became boring and I had to make myself satisfied by masturbating. It’s been the same until THAT ONE DAY. I can never forget that day in my life. The most adventurous and thrilling experience.

I had to attend a colleague’s marriage in Hyderabad and I stay in Mumbai. Trains were jam packed and I couldn’t get reservation. (That’s what happens during marriage season in India lol). I somehow managed to book a bus ticket in semi-sleeper which were almost full. Unfortunately, it was the last row seat. I had to take it because I had no other option and if I skip the marriage, my friend-cum-colleague would literally kill me. The bus starts at 10pm so I had my dinner and reached the pickup point by 9:45pm. I boarded the bus and took my seat which is right side window seat. Entire last row was empty and I relaxed myself by placing the stole and water bottle on the adjacent seat. They were playing RANGOON movie on the TV. I mean seriously? Of all the movies, they had to choose that? So I decided not to watch it and plugged in my earphones, closed my eyes and started listening to my romantic playlist.

After 30-45mins I guess, I felt a hand tapping my shoulder. I opened my eyes startled and realised that I fell asleep. As I looked around, entire last row was full except for my adjacent seat. There was a man standing across and it didn’t take me much time to realise that it was his seat and waiting for me to remove my stuff. I apologized and got rid of them. I couldn’t see his face as the lights were off and the TV light couldn’t reach till the last row. He settled down and drank some water and relaxed. By his physique, he looks like a 30+ man. I plugged my earphones back and closed my eyes. After half an hour or so, I felt a hand on my leg. I opened my eyes and noticed that it was his hand and he was sleeping. I lifted it and placed on the arm rest. Again after 5min, it happened and I repeated the same. After 10min or so, it happened again and this time I decided to ignore it as the hand was just brushing the leg and I didn’t care. But at that time, I didn’t know it was going to be the start of something crazy.

I was listening to the songs and I felt the hand slowly moving on my leg onto my inner thigh. I was shocked. Look at this man’s guts and daring. How did he even think of trying to seduce a stranger woman? He didn’t even think of consequences? My brain was continuously throwing such questions and I didn’t notice that his hand reached my core by now. His hand was so rough and dominating and I could feel the weight of his hand on my leg. Suddenly the sex kitten inside me took over because this was the first time in 6 months that I felt someone’s hand other than mine as my husband left to Dubai. Also, as a young girl I used to have this crazy fantasy of making out with a complete stranger. May be that added to the effect and my moral conscious completely lost the battle. I just sat there frozen and his fingers started to rub my core vertically with all his fingers. I could feel my panties getting damp as his grip got strong and rubbed his fingers rough over my leggings. I guess the frozen state of me and not resisting his hand had given him a green signal and now he took CHARGE.

He slowly slid his left hand up and under my top reaching the navel area. He drew circles with his index finger and it sent chills under my spine and I bit my lower lip to control my moan. There’s something in his rough hand. I couldn’t resist it. His hand is so different from my husband’s. My husband’s hand is soft and sensual where as this guy is rough and dominating. I never experienced this before. He now leaned towards me and kept his head on my shoulder and moved his hand further up beneath my top and reached the most sensual part of my body, tits. He gently massaged my boobs from above the bra initially but later it turned into a rough squeezing session and I couldn’t help but leave a soft moan out from my lips. As I’m already unable to control his one hand, he now entered his right hand from behind and went straight to the bra clasp. And within a second he unclasped it and my boobs are now free from prison. Suddenly he removed his left hand from my boobs and I was relieved but then I got scared because now it’s headed down towards my core. His right hand took charge of the boobs as left went down and inside the leggings and panties. I’m sure he must have noticed the wetness there because he left a soft grin and I could sense it. His fingers are rubbing on my pussy lips and as I’m enjoying the feeling, suddenly he slid his index finger into my pussy and it felt like heaven after ages. Damn, he is so good at this. My legs automatically widened and spread giving him more and free access. In no time, he inserted his middle finger too and now he was literally finger fucking my pussy. I’m on cloud nine and I was at the verge of an amazing orgasm but I tried my best and controlled it. His fingers were moving so fast and rhythmically, making sounds because of the wetness inside my pussy but luckily there’s TV sound to my aid.

His right hand slid inside my loosened bra and pinched my nipple. I had to shut my mouth with my hand to control the moan. His fingers were playing with my nipples and areola making me twirl in my seat. The warmth of his rough hand squeezing my naked boobs itself made me horny. His left hand is busy fucking my pussy and now he added his thumb to make things worse. His thumb started rubbing my clit simultaneously as his index and middle fingers are fucking my pussy with no break. I couldn’t control myself and I kept my head against the glass window and shut my mouth with my hand. His fingers started to move deep inside with each stroke. “Fuckkkkkk yeeessss aaahhhh mmmmm....fuckkkk aahhhh” I’m a moaning mess with his actions. Now he understood that I’m about to cum and he took it to next and climax level. His fingers started moving faster than ever, fucking my tight pussy harder and deeper while his other hand was squeezing my boobs and pinching and twisting my nipples. “Aaaahhhhhh fuckkkk oh goddddd yessssssssssssssssss..........” and I finally came. He pulled his both hands away and removed a hanky from his pocket and cleaned his fingers leaving me with the strongest orgasm ever in my entire life.

I was completely exhausted and tired. Unknowingly I went into deep sleep. After an hour or so, I woke up due to the speed breakers at a tollgate. (You know how uncomfortable that is when you sit at the backend of the bus?) To my surprise, my adjacent seat was empty. That man was gone! May be he must have got down in the past 1 hour. I didn’t know who he was and didn’t even see his face. He could have made me give him a handjob by placing my hand on his dick at the beginning itself. Or at least while he was giving me pleasure. But he didn’t. I guess all men are not the same. Few men take the pleasure by giving pleasure to others. I learnt it on that day. I went back to sleep re-playing the entire session in my mind, contemplating the surreal experience. I’ll never forget that day in my life. And of course, I’ll never talk about it to my husband because few things are better left to be secrets, right? ;)