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Archive name: bombay1.txt (M/f-teen, public)
Authors name: Prachi (hotprachi@usa.net)
Story title : Pune to Bombay - Part 1 of ?

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PUNE TO BOMBAY - PART 1 
Author: Prachi (hotprachi@usa.net)
Edited by Big D. (The Kristen Archives)


My name is Prachi and I live in Pune, India. I am a 20-
year-old young woman, 5 ft 7 with a slim, taunt body 
and short dark hair. The following incident happened to 
me as I was traveling from Pune to Bombay last year. 

It was a Thursday and I was traveling to Bombay to 
attend my cousin's wedding. I could not get 
reservations on a train or the express buses, so I had 
to take a local ST bus, which stops at every town and 
village along the way. My parents and brother left 
earlier in the day but I had a computer class that 
lasted until ten o'clock that night. 

After class, I made my way to the ST bus stop, arriving 
at half past ten and the bus stop was nearly empty. I 
inquired as to where the Bombay bus usually stops and 
was guided to a bus parked near the far end of the bus 
stand. The bus was scheduled to leave at 11 pm. I got 
in the bus, which was empty except for a group of 
Muslim ladies in their burkhas sitting in one corner. I 
placed my bag in the overhead rack and sat in a window 
seat. 

It had been an absolutely hectic day and I was feeling 
very tired. It had also been days since I had been laid 
and that always added to my frustration. For the past 
few days, I had been in a very touchy mood. I closed my 
eyes and started thinking about the last time I had 
been with a man... almost 3 months ago at a friend's 
party. Since then it had been just studies, studies and 
studies. 

I was deep in thought when I was disturbed by a lot of 
noise. I saw a crowd of about 30 getting into the bus. 
In a few minutes the bus was full. The conductor got 
in, checked with the driver and closed the door 

A man of about 40, short and portly, sat next down to 
me. He smiled at me, but I looked away. I was in no 
mood to socialize. As I said, I was in a foul mood in a 
crowded bus and it didn't help cheer me up one bit. 

I started thinking of the various boys I could meet at 
the wedding, wondering if I could find one to make out 
with, and didn't realize I had fallen asleep. However, 
it must have been only a short while because we were 
still in Pune when the conductor woke me up to ask me 
for my ticket. I shoved it towards him and went back to 
sleep. 

I have always been a light sleeper and wake up at the 
slightest disturbance, so I didn't hope to get a good 
sleep on this bumpy road anyway. But nevertheless I 
closed my eyes and tried my best. 

It must have been an hour or so later when I felt it. 
The fat man next to me had his hand on my left thigh! 
At first I thought it was an accident, but after a few 
of moments he began rubbing my thighs. My first impulse 
was to open my eyes and ask him what the hell he 
thought he was doing, but something inside me told to 
wait and see what he does next. The man was very 
careful to make his move in the subtlest manner 
possible. He kept moving his hand up and down my thigh, 
from my knee up to my groin. I was wearing my usual 
travel gear, i.e., track pants and a T-shirt, which 
generally keeps me comfy through any journey. 

I started feeling hot and excited and, to help him, I 
moved my head from the windowsill and laid it on his 
shoulder, as often happens accidentally on bus 
journeys. Now I was completely leaning against him. I 
don't know if he realized that I was just feigning 
sleep, but he made all his moves in what he felt to be 
a very sly manner. 

He took his hand off my leg and rested it on my tummy. 
Then he slowly moved it up until it touched the bottom 
of my left breast. I let out a muted sigh. It had been 
ages since a male hand touched my tits. He moved around 
the breast for a few moments and suddenly grabbed at 
it. I let out a small yip and he realized that I had 
been awake all the while. But I didn't open my eyes so 
he assumed it safe to keep on doing what he was doing. 
I opened my eyes for just a second and saw that the bus 
in complete darkness, no one could possibly see what we 
were doing. 

He kneaded both my breasts for a few minutes, then 
suddenly put his hand to my waist and slipped it up 
inside my T-shirt. His left hand reached for my bra-
covered breasts. He massaged both breasts for a few 
moments, then pushed me over so that I was leaning on 
the window instead of him and pulled my shirt up. I was 
alarmed and opened my eyes since I thought someone 
might be looking, but interior of bus was still 
immersed in darkness. 

I have done many daring things in the past, but this 
made them pale in comparison. I let him move my T-shirt 
up so that it gathered in a roll below my armpits. He 
then reached behind my back and unfastened my bra 
clasp, letting my breasts fall free. He began to suck 
on them hungrily, first one breast and then the other. 

My crotch was getting wetter than hell and I was 
squirming around in my seat when suddenly the bus 
screeched to a stop. I hurriedly pulled my T-shirt down 
and sat up. The man next to me sat up also. The lights 
in the bus came on. I checked my watch and saw it was 
just past midnight. The conductor told us that there 
was a traffic accident ahead on the highway and that 
the bus could be stalled for hours. 

Since such delays are not uncommon in the Bombay-Pune 
highway, everyone groaned but didn't seem too 
surprised. Often people have to wait up to 24 hours 
until the road is cleared. The conductor told us that 
anyone who wanted to go back to Pune could transfer to 
another bus that would be along shortly. Those who 
wanted to go on to Bombay could wait in the bus, but he 
wasn't sure how long it would take. Most of the people 
chose to leave. 

The guy next to me just looked at me and smiled. He may 
be fat and ugly but his hands had felt wonderful. They 
made me feel like a woman again for the first time in 
months. There were only about 15 people left on the bus 
and I was the only female. Normally I would have left 
also but that night something possessed me. 

The conductor told us that he and the driver were going 
to walk up the highway to see how far the line of 
vehicles went and told us that we were welcome to 
stretch our legs and walk around a bit if we wished. A 
couple of guys got out but most chose to sleep in the 
bus. I closed my eyes and leaned against the window 
while the fat man closed his eyes and pretended to 
sleep. I think he was waiting to make sure that 
everyone else was asleep. After about 15-minutes I felt 
his hands on my body again. 

This time he was quick. In a few seconds he had my 
shirt rolled up under my arms, my bra loose, and was 
hungrily sucking away on my tits. I put my right hand 
inside my slacks and began rubbing my clit. In just a 
few minutes, both my breasts were wet and sloppy from 
his licking. He sat back and for the first time noticed 
my hand in my pants. Putting both hands around my 
waist, he started tugging at my slacks. I lifted my 
hips off the seat to help him gain access to the lower 
parts of my body. My slacks were now around my ankles 
and I had my hand inside my panties. He rolled the 
panties down too and started licking my clit and cunt 
lips. I bit my lips, trying desperately not to make any 
noise that might awaken the other passengers.
 
His tongue darted in and out of my cunt and within 
minutes he brought me to my first shuddering orgasm. It 
required a superhuman effort on my part but I remain 
silent while the spasms racked my body. Recovering 
somewhat, I could feel the cold seat and my hot juices 
leaking on it. 

Without a word he sat up and smiled at me and unzipped 
his pants, the front of which looked like a mini-tent 
because of his raging hard on. He freed his erection 
from his pants and there it stood in all its glory, the 
whole 5 inches of it! He looked at me and I understood 
exactly what he wanted me to do. Leaning over, I took 
it into my mouth and started sucking on it; holding it 
in deep within my mouth, then pulling my head back 
until the thick head was trapped between my lips, then 
swallowing its full length once more. I had learned 
that guys found this technique very stimulating. He 
reached over with both hands and grabbed the twin 
mounds of my butt and started punishing them; pinching 
and squeezing until my ass seemed to be on fire. 

All the while we didn't make a sound, afraid that it 
would wake up the fellow-passengers. He slowly worked 
his chubby middle finger deep into my wet cunt and 
massaged my inner walls, making sure it became well 
lubricated with my juices. Pulling it out, he then 
moved it to my asshole and pressed it hard against the 
opening until I relaxed my muscles, allowing it to slip 
up inside my ass. This accomplished, he repeated the 
process with a second finger, forcing it in next to the 
first; then third finger was added, followed by a 
fourth!  My asshole was stretched to its utmost. 
Unmindful of the pain, I kept on sucking until I felt 
his cock shudder, unloading a mouthful of cum; I 
swallowed some, spit some, and the rest was sprayed 
onto my face and over my tits. 

He looked very satisfied as he zipped up his pants. I 
was far from satisfied but, as he was a middle-aged 
man, I could see that he wouldn't be able to get it up 
again for a long time now. His lips silently said, 
"thank you." I smiled and put my clothes back on. 

I sat there looking out of the window while he moved to 
another seat and went to sleep. 

For my part, I dreamed of the men I might meet in 
Bombay and the adventures I might experience with them.

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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