Sleepy Journey

I look far younger than I am and admittedly, it can be quite frustrating when I get treated like a kid sometimes. It happens more when the lights are dim and both my baby face and my slight frame will easily have me mistaken for a teenager. The fact that I am 32 now doesn't seem to deter most from underestimating me.

It does have the odd benefit though. In all these years though, that odd benefit has manifested itself just once. I was on my way alone to Pune for the weekend and stood in line for the bus tickets. The ticketing staff are always protective of women though and tend to pair single women travellers with harmless kids or docile looking teenagers. And so I found myself sitting next to a lady who might have been in her late 20s.

Now to be honest, I might have the desires of a despot but they somehow find a way to remain chained deep within and are inconspicuous when I'm in public. So I can tell you that she had a very cute smile, seemed to be coming straight from work like me and was wearing a buttoned up shirt and trousers. She was trying to put her bag up on the storage rack and was struggling. If you've seen women try to stow things up on the rack, you know that their own racks come up well on display too. But, since this was a public place, I resisted the urge to ogle at her and instead just helped her stow her bags away. Putting my own bag under the seat, I sat down. She thanked me politely and in my experiences from the past I could tell that was going to be all the conversation we would have over the next 5 hours. Headphones in our ears we both reverted to not recognising each other quickly enough.

I hate air conditioned buses. I really do. They're far too cold for me. I still don't know why I insist on travelling this way though. Not long after the bus took off, I was cold enough to have goose bumps on my hands. My fingers went cold and I was left to rubbing them to get some warmth. My neighbour noticed my discomfort and took off her headphones to ask me if I'd like her stole. Me, her stole? I mean, taking that would be ungentlemanly for starters not to mention damaging to my already fragile ego from being treated like a kid. I had to decline saying it wouldn't be big enough for both of us. She laughed and said we were both slim enough for it to suffice and extended one end to me. Given a choice between keeping my ego intact or being warm, I'll choose warmth thank you. Didn't take me too long to nod off after.

You know how you can't sit straight when you nod off in a chair? Well, I've mastered the art of string straight without leaving my neck to away off its own Accord. She however didn't seem to have my immense expertise and a little while after, crashed in to my shoulder. I woke up with a start and so did she and apologised blushing. Or at least I think I would have seen her blush if it weren't so dark.

We went back to nodding off but she bumped into me a second and a third time. After the third she just looked at me and said, 'you know, since I am sharing my stole with you, do you mind much if you shared your shoulder for a pillow?' Tell me, how do you say no to that?

And so she rested her head on my shoulder, wasn't anything more, but for me, I was half embarrassed (we were in public after all) and half over the moon. It's inevitable that when a girl rests her head on your shoulder, your arms will touch. And just your head on the shoulder is never entirely comfortable. After about 15 minutes of trying to find a comfortable position, she finally wrapped her hands around my arm and snuggled in!

This meant I was now touching her side boob. I have to say, I have thing for the side boob. It's soft, feels extremely intimate for some reason and almost always is a result of inadvertent circumstances rather than anything intentional. I did my best to not read too much in to it but it's extremely distracting.

I moved my arm just slightly to get a better feel for her boobs and half expected her to end up slapping me. Fortunately, she did nothing other than to get in a position that gave me a better feel than I had hoped. I put my hand on hers and our fingers intertwined. Didn't take me long to get my other hand up to brush my fingers on her breasts. With a silent sigh for a response, the journey had just gotten interesting.

I took more liberty and grabbed her boob and squeezed it. She brought her hand up to mine and in an action that made it look like she was adjusting the stole, she pulled my hand off and brought it on her stomach. A tad disappointed and nervous, I let my hand remain there. But I was too far gone to give up now. I started playing with her stomach, massaging it gently, tracing her navel through her shirt. She didn't stop me this time and I slipped my finger through the gap between her buttons and she let me. I opened one button to gain better access and she opened one more to help me. I had my whole hand over her tummy squeezing and making gentle patterns, hovering around her belt line.

Sadly though, we reached the food mall and the bus stopped. She picked herself off me very nonchalantly and with her stole still wrapped around her, got up to get off. I didn't get up or move much to let her go but she didn't seem to mind as she just scooted over me, almost sitting in my lap as she got off.

I got off after her, gazing at a well formed butt in front of me. I was back before her and as she got back, she once again got in the same way as she had gotten out. This time, she did sit on my lap before quickly scooting off.

As the bus pulled out again, she leaned back on my shoulder her hand on top of mine. Her fist held something and when it opened, she put two articles of clothing in my hand. One was quite wet. I moved my hand on her stomach and found that the buttons were still undone. As I moved up, this time I found no resistance and found her free breasts waiting to be played with. After a little while of squeezing and pinching, she was squirming in the seat, biting her lip.

My hand then found itself being guided downwards by her and I found the button and zip of her trousers undone. I didn't need more of an invitation as I had my hand on her mound soon after. She wasn't clean shaven but seemed like she had trimmed her hair. That gave me easy access to her lips as she spread her legs to accommodate my hand. She was sopping wet and I got to massaging her slowly on the outside.

I turned to see her face and she was biting her lips, eyes shut hard suppressing her moans. I let my middle finger part her pussy lips as i searched for her clit. She shuddered a bit and squeezed her legs shut on my hand when I did find it. I alternated between teasing and massaging her as she started building up towards an orgasm.

Didn't want to let her cum so quickly though and I slipped my finger inside her super wet pussy. I let the base of my hand massage her clit as I fingered her slowly. I built up a steady pace being as discrete as possible, making up for the lack of pace with variations in pressure. It didn't take much longer after that for her to cum. She put her hand over mine guiding my pace and bit into my shoulder to stop herself moaning loud. I felt her shudder as she came into my hands.

The fact that we were in the bus meant that we had to move slow so as to try and remain discrete. This meant that we were also close to the last stop and she started buttoning up her pants. I helped her button her shirt up on her unsupported breasts. She let me molest her boobs amply as I did the buttons up. I left a couple of them open at the top. She went to close them but I stopped her. I told her I'd love to get a look when we got off.

We waited as the other passengers got off and when the bus was empty, she got into my lap and gave me a good rub down for a bit before standing up and opening her stole. God did she have an awesome cleavage. She reached up to get her bag and her nipples were still hard, poking through her shirt. She gave me a flying kiss as she went to the front of the bus buttoning her shirt and wrapping her stole around. We left without exchanging numbers or even names, though she left her lacy white bra and sodden wet panties as souvenirs. Being mistaken for being younger than i am has had just this one advantage. But I'm not complaining!