The Bus To Lahore

This is a true incident - memories of which are still very vivid in my mind... I am a 24 year old girl, convent educated. I have a fair complexion and consider myself attractive and have a good well maintained slim figure of 38d-28-36 of which I am pretty proud. Just over eight years ago, I had to travel to Karachi from Lahore in an emergency because of a f****y death, and as train tickets were not available at short notice, I had to take the overnight State roadways bus. I was a boarder at the school, so mummy, daddy and my f****y were to make their way separately.

Just before the bus departure, the seat next to me was occupied by a handsome man of about 50 years. To tell you the truth, I’m especially fond of older men. The journey commenced and after about an hour at 9.00 p.m. the lights were switched off and the bus became very dark inside. I was wearing a sari, and I wrapped a shawl around me and dozed off. After, maybe a couple of hours, I felt something on my leg and realized it was my co-passenger's hand – surprised, I thought he too had slept and by mistake his hand slipped onto the next seat and onto my thigh, so I decided to ignore it. However, after 5 minutes or so he slowly started to move his hand lightly on my thigh and I then realized it was a conscious and deliberate move. Thinking I was fast asl**p, he was taking advantage of the situation and trying to caress my legs! I was taken aback and shocked by this; I was in a dilemma of what to do - this was totally unexpected, and back then nothing like this had ever happened to me before. I decided to ignore it as far as possible, thinking he would get bored after a while and stop if I continued to act as if was fast asl**p.

The bus was totally dark and seeing no protest or reaction from me, he then slowly and very deliberately, with more pressure, began to gently squeeze my thighs. After a few minutes, he moved somewhat and removed his hand - I then felt his hand slowly trying to lift up my shawl from the side of my waist - all this with the full confidence that I was fast asl**p. I was stunned by his boldness, but was still nervous and did not protest. I felt his hand slowly and nervously move under my shawl and touch my arm -- and after a few moments to gently caress it!

He then moved his hand further inside and much to my amazement rested it lightly over my blouse on my breast... in spite of being shocked, I just could not protest against his actions and was very nervous but in a way quite curious to see to what extent he would try to go. Seeing me fast asl**p, he shifted closer to me and began to gently caress my breast, and seeing no protest from me then removed his hand to slowly slide it under my sari pallu and rest his hand firmly on my blouse over my breast. He now was slowly and firmly caressing my breast, and then gently started to squeeze it... after a while, he moved his hand further to my other breast and continued to gently caress and squeeze it also.

This continued for a few more minutes - I still acted asl**p and unaware of his moves, though fully aware and shocked by his boldness. Much to my amazement (I suppose he was encouraged by my deep slumber and was getting more bolder), he then moved his hand a bit to now slowly try and open my blouse hooks in the front! One by one, he slowly opened each hook to totally open my blouse and spread it open and then slowly slid his finger through my bra onto my breast - this was the first skin contact and his hand felt very warm on my bosom. He touched my breast through the bra, and cupped my breast and slowly tried to slide his hand under my bra. I could not help being turned on further by this - a total stranger was touching me intimately and, in spite of my initial reaction, I was still not opposing it and in a way beginning to now enjoy it. The bus was in darkness and although the it was packed full, all the other passengers were fast asl**p; it was just him and me now. I’d never been touched by a man in this way before because my parents were quite strict, and suddenly I felt I would not mind if he tried to continue further. As if reading my thoughts, he then inched his hand under my bra to try and reach and graze my teenaged nipple, which was already becoming erect in anticipation of his advances. He moved a little closer to me and now very slowly but confidently was cupping my breast to assess it size, firmness etc. Moving his hand under my bra - I continued to pretend to asl**p and he believed it - he was taking full advantage of the situation.

He managed to get his hand totally into my bra to gently touch and then try and pinch my nipple and then try and push his full hand into my bra and totally onto my breast. I was surprised at myself allowing this, but to be honest was now enjoying every moment. He then tried to gently tug my breast out of the bra! Finding it too tight, he his hand onto my shoulder to now push the bra strap off my shoulder, thereby making my bra looser, and was now successfully able to pull my breast out of my bra. This was really too much - a strange man and that too in a public bus had touched and squeezed my breasts and now had managed to open my blouse completely, and my bra too, to now touch and squeeze my breasts - skin to skin!! His hand felt wonderful on my bare breast and he now was getting very confident and bold in his attempts. My shawl was in disarray and he pulled it down and pushed my pallu to the side to now totally expose one of my breasts - he continued to cup and squeeze it and pinch it's erect nipple. He must have realized that after all this I could not really be so asl**p and and was actually co-operating with him by not resisting, though he was still cautious in his movements. He leant forward to try to kiss my breasts – I’d never even been kissed on the lips before, so this this felt fantastic!

By my heavy breathing now he probably realised I was aware of his advances and confidently placed his lips on my nipples to slowly suck on them. I was unable to protest or resist and let him continue, enjoying his mouth on my breast, slowly and gently sucking on my nipple. This continued for a few more minutes and then with his other hand he gently pulled me a little bit forward like a semi-embrace and he quickly slipped one hand behind onto my back and below my blouse, and in a swift motion unclasped my bra and pulled it up totally to release my other breast also. This was much more than I had ever imagined this would proceed to and now in the darkness of the bus, we were two total strangers involved a really strange encounter. He was sucking on my breasts, and gently biting on my nipples - alternating between them and then he dropped his hand to the floor and he slipped it and moved his hand under my sari and begin to pull it up. I was beyond caring then and did not protest, still pretending as if asl**p - he slowly pulled my sari up to my thighs and begin to caress them and then beginning to knead and squeeze them. He tried to pry open my legs and nervously I voluntarily spread open for him and he pushed his hand in between my thighs. The packed bus was in darkness, and no one else was aware of this erotic act between two total strangers. He knew I would not resist now and was sensuously caressing my inner thighs and moving his hand further up to rub on my white cotton panties. I shifted a little on my seat so that he could touch me better. I was already very aroused by then.

He then got hold of my hand and placed it on the front of his trousers - he had already opened his zip and taken out his erect cock and placed my hand right on it! It was really rock hard, hot and throbbing in my trembling hand and I loved the feel of it and also began to caress it slowly and move my hand up and down, enjoying its size and hardness. I was really turned on then and felt close to my first ever orgasm - still no words were spoken. His head was on my breasts and he was now strongly sucking on my breasts and biting harder and harder on my erect nipples, and simultaneously he pulled my sari up as far as possible on my upper thighs and rubbed on my inner thighs and panties. He begin to try and pull my panties off, and for the second time I wondered if I should stop this and shout for help, but part of me also desperately wanted this, so without saying anything I wriggled a bit and hiked my sari up to my waist, Like a slut, I pulled my panties off and dropped them on the floor of the bus.

The bus seat felt cold against my bum. I spread my legs open and he now began to rub my pussy directly and insert a finger in to feel my moistness and with his thumb slowly rub on my clit too - I couldn’t believe I was so turned on by all this. This was really beautiful with his mouth on my breast, his hand fingering and caressing my cunt and I holding his cock and very soon, I had my first ever, shuddering orgasm. He then very gently pushed my head downwards towards his erection! I wanted again to say no, but possessed by some madness, I slowly kissed the massive head of his cock and then slowly masturbated him till he ejaculated his warm semen onto my lips and hand.

Still no words were spoken and I rearranged my clothes and pulled my shawl up and tried to go back to sl**p as if nothing happened. I was surprised, and more than a little ashamed at myself - I had basically had sex with a total stranger and had to admit to myself it was enjoyable. However, I decided enough was enough, and I certainly wasn’t going to embarrass myself any more.
Much to my surprise, after 15-20 minutes he started caressing me again - much more confidently than ever before, and slipped his hand under my shawl and then tugged it off - he started again and this time he was more relaxed, and confident with no nervousness. He started squeezing my breasts very sensuously, and gently opening my blouse and bra again he bent down and begin to kiss my breasts again and we started off on our erotic games again. Now he hugged me very tightly and kissed me full on my lips, pushing his tongue deep in, and caressing my back.

I couldn’t believe I was allowing him to abuse me again! The other passengers were fast asl**p (there were two men in the seat opposite and a couple behind us and who were fast asl**p). He pulled my sari up to my waist again and started rubbing my pussy and inserting his finger deep in. Much to my surprise he then moved his hand onto my shoulder and slowly begin to slide my blouse off my right shoulder - I wondered why, but as it was totally dark, I did not object and then he went one step further and slid my blouse off my other shoulder and removed my blouse totally off and also my bra - I was now absolutely topless in a public bus!!! My shawl was on the floor, my panties were on the floor and now my blouse and bra too - very excited he tightly hugged and kissed me on my lips and caressed my naked back and squeezed my fully naked breasts.

My sari was in any case up to my waist, but it wasn’t enough for him – he raised my arms and pulled my sari over my head, leaving me totally naked! He was now aggressively sucking on my breasts and biting my tits and nipples hard enough to leave red marks, as well as my neck, cheeks, ears and shoulders. His cock was out too and he bent me down to rub my naked breasts on it and then to nuzzle it with my lips, cheeks, etc and rub it on my face and neck. For the forst time that night, I actually asked him to stop, but he had gone too far to stop now. He threatened to shout out so that everyone would wake up and see me naked! I felt so ashamed at allowing myself to get into this situation, but if I was actually seen it would be so much worse! Reluctantly, I began to kiss and slowly lick and suck on it till he ejaculated his warm sticky cum on my face, and with his hand he rubbed his warm semen all over my cheeks and, lips. He seemed satisfied, and took a break for about 45 minutes, but he did not let me put on any of my clothes, and for a little while I sat next to him absolutely naked and with his cum smeared all over my young face.

I wondered if he was finished now and I was safe, but eventually he started off again, now in full confidence that I was too ashamed to alert anyone to what was going on. He pulled me onto his lap facing him, and I could feel his long hard cock against my pussy and bum. I quietly but frantically begged with him to stop. I even told him my age and that I was a virgin, but that only seemed to turn him on more! He held my hips firmly, and I felt him manoeuvre his cock to the entrance of my pussy. I was shaking all over, and my once soaking pussy had gone bone dry in terror, but he was long past caring. With one sudden, f***eful thrust, he rammed his long cock all the way to the hilt into my pussy! I almost let out a scream, but managed to bite my lip to stop myself. Instead, I cried silent tears as he roughly fucked my virgin pussy, all the time biting and mauling me. He seemed to last for an eternity, although in reality it was probably only half an hour or less, but eventually I realised he was breathing quicker and harder, and his cock seemed to be getting even bigger inside me. Suddenly he let out a low moan, and his thick hot cum flooded into my no-longer virgin womb. He made me stay naked all night, and ****d me another three times before it started to become light and he knew the other passengers would soon wake.

The next morning we did not say anything, and both acted as if nothing had happened at all - we were two strangers again, though we had shared torrid sex for almost 6 hours. Soon we reached Mumbai, and with a slight nod to each other we got up to leave. I looked at all the other passengers and thought how they blissfully slept thru the night while we were having wild sex - they would have been highly scandalized if they even had an inkling of what we did. After getting off the bus I realized that in my dazed and confused state I had left my panty and bra in the bus - it was too late to retrieve them and I just wrapped my shawl around me and left. Later on in the bathroom at home, I looked in the mirror and saw that my breasts and nipples were totally red and covered in bruises from his aggressive and sustained sucking and biting, and that there were also bruises on my back, thighs, shoulders and neck. My pussy and bum were in agony. This encounter had left its mark on me – inside and out.

If I had seen that stranger on the street or met him socially, there is no way I would have ever thought or imagined to have sex with him - but then with him in the bus I had the most intense sexual experience of my life. I knew he had ****d me, but somehow I felt that I must have wanted it to not have stopped him, and part of me was glad that we had shared our time together. I now fantasize about this in full detail every day. I feel sexually liberated, comfortable and confident after this encounter, and I really wish I could have such experiences again. In the subsequent return bus journey no such opportunity came up – though at least a part of me was hoping for something to happen...

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11 months ago
humiliating nice
1 year ago
bloody copy....... bus to lahore and the last para says soon we reached mumbai.... bloddy hell
1 year ago
1 year ago
very sexy story
1 year ago
Maybe not all the way true, but still very exciting. I'm also doing my best in buses, but never go that far! Hope to meet you some time!!
1 year ago
Great story!
1 year ago
Excellent story. Got me so hard.