Hello friend, this is my first story on ISS. Hope you like it. I am Suhaas (name changed) from Pune. I am a 21-year-old medical student. I am 6 feet tall and have an athletic body.

This story is about a bus journey from my visit to Nashik.

It was a cloudy evening, the sky was overcast with clouds. It was 5:00 in the evening but it felt like 7:00 and as if it would rain soon. I had a bus to catch from Shivajinagar for Nashik. I am a medical student and live in Pune for my education. It was the month of May and I was returning to my home after exams.

The bus was scheduled to depart at 5:15. I had reached the bus stand 15 minutes early and got a good time to settle on my seat. My best friend Ritesh had come to drop me. He stayed with me for a while and then he left as he had his volleyball practice session. It was a semi-sleeper AC bus and I had got the second last seat on the window side.

The bus was completely filled except for my row and the last row. I plugged into my earphones and started listening to my favourite songs. I closed my eyes and started humming to the song. I was completely lost in it. I felt the race of the bus, the one usually given by the driver before starting to move.

The bus started moving in reverse and in the meanwhile I heard, rather felt a tap on the window. It had started to rain lightly and I saw a fair figure through the window. It was not clearly visible because of the rain droplets on the window. But I understood and shouted, “Bhau thamba ek minute” (Brother, stop for a minute).

The bus stopped and within a few seconds, I saw something which I would never forget. The memory of that moment is still vividly alive in my memory. It was a girl of nearly my age, 5’8 tall, and having a fair complexion. Her eyes were black and she smiled as she approached me.

Her face seemed to be a master sculptor’s masterpiece, perfect with a long and straight nose, beautiful black eyes, pink lips neither too thin nor too thick. Her hairs were tied in a bun and she wore large jhumkas. She must have had a figure of 36-28-36.

“Thanks”, she said.

I was so mesmerized by her beauty that I didn’t realize it was for me and kept staring at her.

“Are you there?”, she asked again.

I came back to my senses and replied, “Yes, my pleasure”.

She was a bit wet because of the rain. She had worn an orange coloured well fitting salwar kurti. The linen kurti had stuck to her body at some parts because of wetness.

I noticed the lining of her black bra. She raised herself on her toes to keep her bag on the luggage rack above the seat. It revealed her milky smooth and fair love handles from the side. The bag was a bit big for the rack, so she was struggling with it.

“Let me help”, I said and stood up.

She was still on her toes holding the bag to the rack so as to not let it fall. She moved aside and I got hold of the bag. Our hands touched in the process. That was my first touch with her.

I was trying to fit it in and the bus started with a jerk. I got hold of the rack above while still holding the bag with another hand. But she didn’t get the chance to hold onto something and hence fell on me and held me by my ribs. Just for a moment, I felt her soft boobs on my chest.

Her hairs were wet and smelt nice. She had applied jasmine scented serum on her hairs. It was one of the best hugs I have ever had even though it was unintended for and accidental.

I was turned on with that touch and a little bulge was apparent for a close observer. I thought she had noticed it too because I could she started to behave a little reserved after that.

Meanwhile, I was able to push the bag through successfully.

“Thanks”, she said plainly.

I just smiled and took my window seat and so did she beside me. She took out her phone and started to chat with her husband. Did I forget to mention? Though she looked almost my age, she was married. I had figured that out from the kumkum she had applied.

I put my earphones back on and continued listening to songs. This time I was not able to focus on the music because I had two disappointments – one that she was married and the second was that I had been successful in portraying myself as a creep because of the erection I had.

I looked out of the window; we were stuck in a traffic jam still inside the city. Sitting like that, staring outside the window, lost in my thoughts, I fell asleep.

I woke up. Her head was resting on my shoulders and she was fast asleep. Careful not to disturb her, I didn’t move. It was dark outside now and the bus was running at its full speed.

The lights inside the bus were switched off and everyone seemed to be asleep. But from whatever the light there was, mainly from the lights of vehicles behind us, I could make out that two to three rows ahead of us were vacant now.

I checked my phone, it was half-past eight; I had slept through two towns where the people might have got off. I tried to sleep again.

A few minutes went by. Suddenly, she put her hands on my thighs. I put it back on hers thinking that it might be because of sleep.

A few minutes passed by and I was about to fall asleep when I felt her hand on my left thigh again – this time, a little inside a closer to my crotch. I was sincere enough to put it back the first time but not fool to do it again.

I let her hand rest on my thigh. I waited for some time. But there was no further movement. My six-inch cock was hard by now thinking about her and feeling her hand.

I was struggling in my mind whether to take the next step or not as I remembered her change in behaviour. My mind kept arguing on both sides:

‘But it is the second time she had put her hand.’

‘Maybe she is really asleep and it is involuntary.’

‘Yes, but it can be voluntary too, what’s the matter with trying?’

‘She is married, why would she do that?’

‘Maybe she is not satisfied with her husband.’

‘If that’s the case and it is knowingly done, why isn’t she taking the next step?’

‘Maybe she is waiting for me to respond.’

I was finally convinced in mind that it was a sign. But still, my heart was pounding with fear of getting into trouble. But, finally, the lust within me overtook my rationale as I took a glance at her seemingly innocent face. It was lit by moonlight and I could see the curves of her boobs in the dim light.

I put my left hand on her hand and waited for a while. No reaction. Maybe she was really asleep but my leftover rationale tried convincing me otherwise.

Right when I was thinking this, the bus went through a big pothole and her boobs bounced as a result. Her chunni fell off and I could see her black bra strap and a little cleavage from her V-neck kurti. My mind completely lost its control and I was fully turned on.

I took her hand on my thigh and started taking it closer to my crotch. Once it was almost touching my hard dick, I put my hand on her right thigh.

I started to move my fingers over her thigh slowly bringing it near her vagina in the process. She was still sleeping. This in turn increased my confidence and I took my right hand and touched her right boob from the side with my fingers careful not to press it.

I started to explore her side boobs over her kurti with my fingers while simultaneously doing the same to her inner thighs with my left hand.

I slowly pressed her boob. God, they were soft yet firm. The feeling of pressing them was different altogether. Seeing no response from her, I got bolder and slid my hands slowly inside her kurti and started to feel her boobs over her bra. Her nipples got erect. I circled my index finger around her nipple and slowly started to feel it too.

I put my hand inside her bra and I could feel her milky boobs with my bare hand with nothing in between. They were so soft and squishy that I was getting more and more aroused.

I started to slowly press them and with my other hand, I started to massage her pussy. It was wet. I increased my pace a little bit and she let out a small gasp “Mmmm”. This was the final sign for me. “Hey”, I called her.

“Keep going”, she said

I was now on cloud nine with happiness and arousal both at the same time. I untied the nada of her salwar with one hand and slid my hands inside. She had worn no panties which further turned me on.

Her pussy was shaved as I could feel. I inserted my middle finger in her pussy, it was tight. She let out a bigger gasp now “Aahh”. I was turned on more by this. Her pussy was wet with her juices. I started to finger her slowly increasing the pace. She now started to press her boobs and dance on the seat.

She was now moaning continuously, “Mm, sahii” “Fuckk”. More juices flew lubricating her pussy. I increased my pace.

The sound of me fingering her was audible distinctly to me. She now started to rub her clitoris. I looked at her moaning and further increased my pace, so did she. After a few seconds, she put her hand on her mouth and screamed, “Mmm Ohh yeahhh” and her pussy walls pulsed as she squirted out her warm juices on my hands.

Wait for the next part of the story. I would love to hear your feedback regarding the story. You can mail me at [email protected], we can have a chat too regarding anything.