HI, It was two years back when I got married. Love In Air I was staying in Hyderabad . Once I was required to travel to Bombay by bus as it was short notice to get train ticket. Evening I took the bus and it started from Hyderabad to Bombay. In the bus there was one girl alone traveling. She was damn sexy and beautiful. She was sitting just two seats next to me in corner. She was looking it tension. After two hours of journey, bus stopped at dhaba for tea. Darkness started once we left Hyderabad. We all went out for tea and snacks. I was watching her. She was tall, slim and very fair and with good figure. While having tea, I just passed to her as she was also having tea. While giving payment, she found that she was not having change and dhaba was not accepting 100 Rs for one tea. So I got courage and I paid it. I told her to give in journey. She smiled in thanks. While talking, I came to know that she was going for interview and first time she is going alone to Bombay. When bus started, I requested to come to my seat as we can chat as both were feeling bored which she agreed. My co-passenger also cooperated and changed the seat. Her name was Rekha.
She was petite, had long black hair, about 25 I guessed, (rightly as it turned out), and clearly well formed in all the important places. She had remarkably light brown eyes and was obviously in some form of business, as she had a small patent leather brief case and when she took her coat off she was smartly dressed in a gray skirt and white blouse – which showed her firm, well-shaped figure to good effect. . Her smart but plain business-woman’s dress looked sexy on her. Her firm breasts thrust out firmly through her white silk blouse as she arched her back to remove her coat and hand it to the stewardess. Black lacy stockings showed her well-shaped legs to advantage. But she also radiated something sensual which aroused the first slight stirrings in my crotch. I realized I was feeling quite horney and in the mood for conquest, but not in my wildest dreams did I guess what delights were to follow! Rekha looked nervous and fidgeted when she sat down; she very readily started chatting. I needn’t bore you with the contents of our chat, except that I soon persuaded her to move next to me from her aisle seat, so we could talk easier. She was obviously a bit scared of flying. It transpired this was only her first long distance travel. Rekha wrung her hands and looked scared.
Naturally I put my arm around her shoulders to comfort her and she leant her soft, perfumed black hair against my shoulder and visibly relaxed. The 747 flew out of the turbulence but I was glad to find she showed no sign of wanting me to take my arm away. The meal on a tray came and went and I felt really strong stirrings in my pants when she snuggled back against me, until recently a complete stranger. The stewardess brought the drinks trolley and I persuaded Rekha to have a double gin with a bit of tonic, which visibly relaxed her, some more. I slipped my hand down slightly from her hair to stroke her neck and her ear lobes. She snuggled closer and reminded me of a purring cat. Bus driver ever cooperative, chose that moment to dim the lights and to start the in video movie. I started taking a few liberties with where I moved my hands, aided by the semi-darkness, but half expecting to be rebuffed as, after all, I was fondling a girl who until a few minutes earlier had been a total stranger – this was too good to be true! But I could not help noticing signs that my efforts were stirring up her hormones; her face looked flushed, her eyes were soft and her pupils large. My left hand closed over her left breast. She made no effort to discourage me, so I gradually eased my hand into a position where I could massage the slight mound of her nipple straining through the material of her blouse and bra. By now, I felt rampant; my trousers bulged as if they would burst and I began to wonder if we could satisfy our wildly growing passions.
She snuggled closer and started stroking my leg in an absent minded kind of way, fairly innocently near my knee. The arm of the seat was getting in our way, luckily they hinge back, so I lifted it and took the opportunity to slide my arm right around her left hip so as to push my hand under her thigh. The hem of her skirt had ridden up enough for me to stroke her silk clad thighs. I was pleased to find she was wearing stockings and not tights as I reached warm, smooth, bare skin slid my fingers under the silky ribbon of her suspender strap. She made no effort to discourage my wandering fingers, so, pulling her closer I covered our laps with an AI blanket, and boldly stroked her thigh with my other hand, working her skirt hem back as I went. She sighed and parted her legs slightly when my hand moved along the last smooth inches of warm scented upper leg and my fingers at last brushed gently against the thin silky material of her knickers, tightly stretched over her sexual mound. My cock throbbed with excitement and anticipation and I had to slow down and mentally count to ten to avoid filling my pants with cum when I realized she was not only going to let me reach my target, but was panting for me as much as I was for her. I inserted my fingers as far as I could between her legs, and stroked them gently along the warm and noticeably damp material covering her cleft and up to the summit of her pubic mound. She sighed and gripped me tight as my finger a deliberately sought and found her tiny clitoris. I felt her hand cup the bulge in my trousers. We kissed long and passionately; it was strange I thought to have got to such a level of intimacy without having kissed before.
I exercised as much self-control as I could muster as I felt the exquisite feeling of her hand gently exploring my throbbing cock. In return, my fingers pulled aside the warm silky gusset of her knickers; and I was able to stroke warm downy hair and feel the soft, warm, wet and incredibly inviting slippery crevice. I pushed two fingers into her soft hole, and gently massaged it; I then rolled the flesh of her engorged entrance lips gently and firmly between my finger and thumb. She clung to me more tightly, eyes closed, and her hips shuddered; she sighed again and we kissed passionately. But it is one thing to snog, even as naughtily as this, in bus full of people but quite another to remove the garments necessary to couple us in the way we were both obviously craving for and to release our wild passion in the sexual frenzy we both felt. How could we satisfy our enormous lusts? What with cabin crew wondering backwards and forwards behind us to and from the galley, we could not easily strip off and start humping without the risk of creating a sensation on board. I had visions of us being arrested for grossly indecent behavior in a bus! Could I somehow get my cock out and force it past the tight gusset of her tight panties? But what position could we use? Nothing else in the world now mattered except an overpowering urge to stuff my straining rod into the depths of her warm, slippery slit.
But trivial problems like knickers elastic, trouser zips, stretched Y fronts and unyielding bus seats made this ambition hard to realize. Rekha, as always, was way ahead of me. She gave my cock a gentle squeeze, which nearly fired it of, and got up without a word and strolled seemingly casually towards the loo at the front of the cabin. I contemplated following her into it, having heard stories of people having it away in railway carriage loos. But this always seemed to me to demand contortionist skills, apart from being not exactly comfortable or aesthetic! Also, there was no doubt that the passengers watching the movie would have noticed me following a lady into the lav, which on the top deck of a 747 is alongside the screen for the in-flight movie, which was then in full flow. The thought of banging away in that confined space and of re-emerging afterwards was too daunting, even in my highly charged state! Rekha re-emerged a few moments later, quicker than usual when women use a loo, looking inscrutable. She grabbed a couple of blankets, snuggled back against me and it was a matter of moments to cover us with the blanket. In the semi-darkness and in the back row, we felt safe from prying eyes. My hand went back to where it had been, to find just warm flesh and no knickers. I reinserted my fingers into her warm and inviting slit. Her hand was undoing my zip, under the cover of the blanket; I undid my belt to help her. In a flash (so to speak) my trousers and pants were round my ankles and she was holding my throbbing prick like the gear level of a sports car – it nearly made me change gear – into overdrive! I soon discovered she had also removed her bra; her nipples strained against the thin material of her blouse. I undid her blouse to expose her breasts under the blanket.
I was then able to lay across her and greedily suck the entire aureola of her left breast into my mouth, with my head under the blanket in delicately scented warm darkness. I tickled the nipple with the end of my tongue, an action I have found to be appreciated by my lady friends, and Rekha was no exception! She cradled my head with one hand like a baby held to her breast and gently stroked away at my straining cock from its tip along its underside to my balls. She was clearly an accomplished lover. I moved my head to her lap and attempted to lick her clitoris, but this was almost impossible in an aircraft seat, even though she parted her legs as widely as the limited space would let her. I remember the overwhelming scent of excited woman mixed with the fragrance of her perfume, but could only nuzzle her fur and kiss the smooth inside skin of her thighs. Rekha unzipped her skirt and wriggled out of it, still under the blankets. “Please..” she moaned – “please..” – I felt the same way. She turned to face away from me, and firmly pressed her shapely bum against my left thigh. Making sure the blanket was covering us well, I twisted around until my throbbing tool was pressed up against the valley between her thighs; it was a similar position as if she was sitting on my lap. I could probe her sex with mine. She arched her back and raised her right thigh and firmly holding the end of my pulsing penis, she guided it into the mouth of her soft hole. I pushed hard so my cock slid smoothly into her firm warm tunnel. I cupped both her breasts with my hands and pulled her hard against me to penetrate as deep as possible.
She sighed and shuddered and her hips moved gently and rhythmically. The need to copulate quietly to avoid attracting attention was not forgotten, despite our extreme passion. This need forced us to perform using hard pressure and firm small movements; she thrust hard against my equal and opposite series of nudges. My instincts desperately wanted me to pump every last drop of my spunk into her as quickly and violently as possible, but my intellect made me want to prolong this ecstasy. The discipline of doing it slowly and quietly, so as not to attract attention, made it easier to prolong the excruciating pleasure without climaxing. Curiously I have always found that the longer and steamier the foreplay the better I can hold on until the crucial moment of a mutual climax. I was able to relax and savour the exquisite pleasure of being coupled with my beautiful fellow traveler. I forced my left hand between her waist and the seat until my left forefinger could just reach past her bush to the hot spot at the top of her slit, which I correctly guessed, would fire her climax. We were now locked together and so overcome with desperate excitement that at that moment neither of us would have cared if all the passengers and crew were watching, although we kept straining against each other and moving slowly with great force to avoid attracting unwelcome attention. I could feel her muscles pulling and rippling at my straining hunk of meat that I cruelly rammed into her with as much force as I could manage. She had superb muscular coordination and was able to achieve what few women I have coupled with can do, to give a feeling of sucking me into her with muscular ripples of her vaginal walls. I could hold back no longer and erupted into frenzied, deep, deep wild spasms pumping and pumping what seemed like gallons of my juice as deep into her as I could. As I felt my ejaculation erupting I ruffled her clitoris. She shuddered and bucked and her internal muscles rippled along me forcing out the last small jerks of spunk. We subsided against each other quite breathless and trying not to pant loud enough to attract attention.
Our fuck had only taken ten minutes; I glanced nervously over my shoulder and saw another passenger head rapidly disappear behind the galley curtain. Had she realized what we were up to? No way of telling, but judging from the slightly awe-struck look she gave us later, I suspected she had guessed! So thinking, I dozed off still clutching Rekha tight in my arms, my deflating cock lying stickily against her leg. We woke up knickerless and trouseless still under our blanket. The movie had finished, the bus was in darkness, we only took a few minutes to arouse each other to another insatiable frenzy and I soon had pumped yet another generous load of cum into her willing and inviting slit. The cozy space under our blanket reeked of our sexual juices: we blotted ourselves with tissues from Rekha’s bag. She wriggled back into her skirt, I wriggled back into my clothes, She re-emerged looking immaculate (and stunning). Breakfast was served, and there was little to say after this amazing night of passion. Yet crossed again, and if they do, I wonder whether we would ever achieve such ecstatic feelings as those of two strangers coming together in such total uninhibited and lustful intimacy in such an impossible place? Any other sexy females who would like to join are welcome to mail me – any time! It certainly makes the journey quickly Journey ke baad bhi Main Rekha se mila. We went to hotel. Jahan Hamne jee bhar kar ke maza kiya . I fucked her in many position with lot of trics and fun. Hum Bombay eak din aur ruke and we enjoyed lot. Anyone wish to know about that incident or any girl want to make freindship please mail me email@example.com Bye. Thank you.