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By Prachi (hotprachi@usa.net) Edited by Big D.

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.