“One ticket to Hyderabad, please.” I begged.
“Don’t worry, madam,” he said, “I’ll get the best ticket possible, especially for you.” He then scanned me from head to toe. I adjusted my shawl to cover myself better.
With mascara under my eyes, hoop earrings, ruby roo lips, shiny semi transparent saree with sleeveless blouse and slingback heels. I didn’t look like a regular person who waits for the bus, but like someone who is about to down a few shots and hit the dance floor.
Also, Shrek uncle had made me wear my saree low on my waist so it showed my navel. My newly stitched blouse gave a bit of cleavage and covered almost nothing at my back. The shawl just didn’t have enough surface area to cover myself.
Our project had won the best project in our quarter, and we had a party to celebrate it. I had already booked train tickets to my hometown at 8pm, so Neha and I decided to leave by 6pm. The party was just an excuse for these middle aged uncles to drink without their wife nagging them. They started their colorful stories over drinks and totally ignored the fact that there were three women amongst their midst.
Finally, after some begging, my team-mate Vipul agreed to take us at 7pm but he totally overestimated his alcohol tolerance. He stopped the car midway and vomited all over the seat barely missing Neha. He requested a timeout to try and recover.
With no option remaining, I decided to take an auto rickshaw to the station. Neha always had the habit of packing strange things in her bag and thankfully she had an expensive pashmina shawl which I borrowed.
With the late evening traffic I ended up missing my train and went to the private bus station. Now I was sitting in the waiting room while the agent was making frantic calls. I was already feeling uncomfortable with everyone staring at me because of my out of place clothing.
“Good news madam,” the agent enthusiastically said “One seat, AC bus, semi sleeper. Happened because of my special recommendation.”
I gave him the smile that helped me get discounts and special offers from strangers and paid for the ticket. This bus had a different point of origin and was already nearly full. Thankfully, they decided to make a stop here to fill the empty seats.
The bus came after half an hour and didn’t waste much time. My seat was the second last row of a 2×2 seater towards the window side. A middle aged man in his mid 40’s also boarded and sat next to me. I didn’t even notice him because I was updating Neha over phone that I had managed to get a seat. Shrek uncle then pulled the phone off her and started telling me how much he missed me and wanted another threesome soon.
They switched off the interior lights after they left the station. The tiredness caused by the party and the alcohol made me drift off to sleep immediately. About 2 or 3 hours later I woke up due to a nasty bump in the road. I decided to doze back but realized that there was something on my thigh.
It was that stranger’s hand. I thought he might have accidentally put it there while sleeping. I was in two minds whether to remove it and risk disturbing his sleep, but then decided that he might just remove it himself when he realized it where it was and I went back to sleep.
However, after a few minutes, his hands started moving. I realized that it was a deliberate move thinking that I was asleep, and he was caressing my thighs over my saree.
I was taken aback by this move and was in a dilemma how to deal with it. I didn’t want to confront him as it might end up with other passengers beating him. So I pretended to move in my sleep and he immediately stopped and took off his hand.
Just when I thought that he understood his limits, he once again surprised me by putting his hand on my thigh again. This time he was definitely copping a feel and gently pressing them.
Seeing no reaction from me, he got bolder and put his hands into the shawl and started moving my pallu of the saree. His hand touched my waist and it was the first skin to skin contact. I got a mini shock and had goose bumps over my body. The low waist saree gave him more surface area to feel.
His hands were now caressing my waist and his fingers were running over it. He put his index finger into my navel and tickled it. I was breathing heavily as I wanted this to stop but didn’t know how to do it. We were in a bus full of people and the more freedom I allowed him, the deeper the hole I dug for myself.
His hands moved up and then he cupped one breast over my blouse. He pressed my boob like it was a lorry horn, and waited for me to react. Sensing no resistance from me, he did the same to the other one.
I thought this was the maximum he would go, but then he started removing the hooks of my blouse. I was astounded by his bravery, which was actually stupidity because a single light would make me the slut of the season. He quickly removed all the hooks and parted my blouse wide.
He pulled down my shawl leaving my bra exposed. He then tried to pull my breasts out of my bra. With much difficulty, he was able to pull the right one out and he realized that he couldn’t pull out the other. He ran his finger over my nipple and I gave a soft moan.
He bent down and kissed my breasts and ran his tongue over my nipple. I guessed he must have known by now that I was no longer asleep as only a coma patient wouldn’t wake to this. I could hear the sound of his zipper and some adjustment. He pulled my left hand down and made me hold something. It was his erect penis. I guessed it was around 5 to 6 inches, which is decent enough to satisfy a woman.
I started giving him a hand job while he was suckling my breasts. He pulled my body and put his hands behind my back and kept searching for my bra. He finally found it and removed the strap with his two fingers. He pulled my bra down even more and exposed both of my breasts. Now he had the delicious choice of alternating between my breasts.
This went on for some time until the bus reached the state border toll booth. Most people had closed their windows with curtains but there was a lot of bright light trying to peek through the gaps. I immediately pushed him away and pulled up the shawl over myself.
We waited silently as the driver was getting his permit verified. The bus finally moved on and once again started driving beyond the street lights.
Once we were in the dark, he immediately pulled my shawl off and threw it on the floor. With a bit of urgency and arrogance, he hastily removed my blouse and bra and also threw them on the floor. He grabbed my shoulders and made me turn towards him and started sucking my breasts.
I was now completely topless and my eyes kept moving across the bus to see if I could spot any movement from the other passengers, but they were all sound asleep and didn’t know a live porn movie was going on next to them.
He now started pulling my saree and petticoat up and bunched them on my waist. My panties, which were already wet, were now exposed. He put a hand inside and started rubbing my clit. I had to cover my mouth to stop moaning out loud.
He pulled down the panties until they were on the floor along with the shawl, blouse and bra. Now I was almost nude except for the saree bunched on my waist. He bent down and started sucking on my vagina. I took a piece of the pallu in my mouth and bit them hard to avoid making any sound.
He kept sucking while one of his hands played with my breasts. The other was rubbing my clit. He then fingered me vigorously as my body started convulsing. I finally had my orgasm and he kept drinking the juice, but most of it stained the seat.
He got up and kissed me on my lips. I don’t know why almost every man I’ve been with does this after cunnilingus. Then he turned me around and tried to bend me down. My breasts were now pressed against the windows of the bus. He pulled out his erect cock and tried to stick me from behind.
After a few attempts, we realized that it was impossible to do it here due to the lack of space. I could ride him cowgirl but that would grab the attention of others. So we decided to drop the plan altogether.
I felt sad for him so I made him sit on his seat and bent down and started giving him a blow job. Actually, average penises are good for a blowjob as you can swallow them fully without fearing damage to your vocal chords. He was holding my head to guide me better.
After around 10 minutes, he finally came. I tried to drink it all but it was too much. He took Neha’s pashmina shawl and cleaned it up. I guessed I would have to avoid mentioning that when I told her the story. While I was trying to put my bra and blouse back on, he swiftly took my panties off the floor and put them in his pocket. I realized that I wasn’t getting them back.
I was so tired that I immediately slept it off. I only woke up in the morning when the bus was already in the city. I immediately looked at the guy next to me. He wasn’t handsome but not bad looking either. He was scanning my body. It looked like he was disappointed that he was able to play with my boobs but didn’t get to see them.
He then started getting his things ready as his stop was coming up. He was very stoic as if I was some random passenger, but before he left he dropped a card on the seat.
I took it when he left, it had a 10 digit number scribbled on it,most probably his phone number. I realized that we didn’t even speak a single word all the time we were in the bus. I was in two minds whether to keep or throw the card.
I made my decision. I immediately pulled my cell phone and dialed Neha.
“You won’t believe what happened…”I was having ‘quality time at home’ which translates to eating my dinner while my father was watching the news channel and my mother working in the kitchen. We have developed this routine from childhood where we don’t talk much unless we need to. Nowadays I’m avoiding conversations even more as it’ll end up with them mentioning a ‘sweet’ guy I should meet so that they can discuss the marriage with his parents. I’m now praying for an onsite opportunity so that I can shut up this talk for a while.
“Shuruga blah blah something something in Japanese…” started blasting from my phone. It was the Death Note ringtone which Neha configured in my mobile as her personal caller ID. I know it sounds strange why she should set her tune in another’s phone, but that’s how Neha is.
I looked at my dad and his eyes moved slightly and one of his eyebrows was raised. He didn’t like anyone answering the phone while eating, although we used to do the same when he had a landline before the mobile revolution. He was daring me to answer it. I immediately cut the call and kept it on the table. He then turned his attention back to the TV.
“SHURUGA …” I immediately picked it up and cut it off. This time my dad turned his neck and gave a slight frown. But I knew Neha. Once she wants to call you, she will keep trying until you pick it up.
The third time I didn’t wait for it to ring and immediately picked it up. I barely said hello before Neha started babbling.
“OH MADIHA, YOU WON’T BELIEVE WHAT JUST HAPPENED!” shrieked Neha in her high pitched anime girl voice, which indicated that she was pretty excited.
“Can’t it wait?” I whispered.
“NO, THIS IS VERY VERY IMPORTANT, I NEED YOUR HELP. I JUST HAVE TO TELL IT NOW!!” I turned and observed my dad looking at me with dead eyes, disgusted how half his DNA doesn’t have any characteristics of him.
“It’s my teammate Neha, there’s some issue at the office,” I explained half-heartedly, hoping he would buy it. I turned back to the phone.
“What? The batch process fetched the wrong employees. Did you check the parameters?” I started talking more IT jargon as I left the plate and washed my hands in the sink, then walked quickly to the safety of my bedroom.
“What are you even talking about?” exclaimed Neha, “We are not even in production support to work today.” I sighed. It was no use trying to explain that I had to make up a story to get away from my parents.
“Leave it, now tell me what’s so important to disturb me in the middle of my dinner?” I asked.
“Didn’t you call me in the middle of my sleep to tell about your bus adventure?” she retorted.
“Ok, fair point. Now tell me what happened?”
“You won’t believe what…” She started again.
“Are you pregnant?” I asked.
“NOOOO,” her anime voice came back “I’m on the pill, remember?”
“Did Fiona walk in on you?”
“She is in her native place, remember?” she said back. Yes, the Shrek mouse was having a party while the Fiona cat was away.
“Then there is nothing important. Bye.” I said.
“No no no!” she screamed “Don’t cut the call! I need to tell you what uncle did today.”
“What’s there to explain?” I said, “He has tried all poses of Kama sutra with us.”
‘Or the ones his fat body was capable of,’ I thought to myself.
“No, today was so different. We did it outdoors and almost got caught many times.” I could sense her blushing at the other end.
“What?” My eyes went as big as saucers. “Did you just say outdoors?”
“Yes!” she replied.
“What the hell do you mean by you almost got caught?” I interrogated her.
“Well, they walked in on us while we were doing it, but it’s no big deal,” she replied.
“No big deal?” I fumed in anger “Do you even realize how stupid you were? What if that bites you back in the future?”
“Don’t worry, that’s why uncle took us to a place 30 km away from the city.”
“Still, a single picture can screw your life. Don’t you know everyone has a mobile these days?”
“Arey baba, we aren’t that dumb!” Neha replied grumpily.
‘Oh girl, you are.’ I thought. “Ok, so tell me what happened.” This story was getting interesting.
“So after you left yesterday for the train station, I called Shrek uncle and he came to pick me up on his scooter. Your workmate Vipul was actually relieved. He was still vomiting from all the alcohol he drank at the party, and he couldn’t drive anywhere. But you know what uncle did when we got home?”
“Well his wife wasn’t home, you were dressed in that semi-transparent saree with noodle strap blouse and most of all, and he is a shameless horny bastard.” I said sarcastically “No shit Sherlock, I know exactly what happened when you got home. In fact, I would be surprised if he didn’t lay a hand on you. But that would mean the world will be coming to an end.”
“Oh yeah, spaketh the lady who gave a blowjob to a stranger on a bus…” retorted Neha.
“Ok ok ok,” I tried to calm her “let’s not get into specifics.”
“The moment we got home, he hardly waited for me to lock the door. Immediately he pinned me against the wall. He pulled down the pallu of my saree. Then he tore down the straps of my blouse and pulled out my breasts. While he was suckling them, he began pulling up my saree and petticoat. With frenzy, he once again tore my panties. He pulled out his dick and then started fucking me in the standing position itself with me sandwiched between him and the wall.”
I could hear the disgust, but also excitement in her voice. Shrek looked like his movie namesake, but he knew he could do anything to us because he was our landlord. Unless his ogre wife found out.
“I could no longer handle it and hugged him tight and wrapped my legs around him. This went on until we both came. Then he pushed me on the bed and started removing my saree finally…”
“Wait wait wait,” I interrupted, “you said something about public sex and almost getting caught etc. But this is just the plain stuff he normally does.”
“Well Madiha,” she replied, “you should know that patience is a virtue and we will come to that.”
“But,” I replied “I left my dinner halfway and got the telltale Stare from my dad. I need to get back soon.”
“Don’t worry madam,” assured Neha “I’ll be crisp and finish it in five more minutes.”
I sighed as her “five minutes” meant a different time every time. And never just five minutes.
Neha continued, “So he fulfilled his desire of fucking me in the saree and he then stripped me nude. He made me blow him off and then some 69 and after that some Rocky(D)gie. Then you called and it was fun talking to you while he was pounding me. Then I rode him till we were tired and slept off.
The next morning you called me and it woke me up from a deep sleep, but uncle wasn’t there. On the chair, there was this Pikachu t-shirt and the knee-length skirt of mine which I understood was meant for me. I freshened up and took a bath.
Shrek then arrived with two packets of hot idly and sambhar. We ate them and he said we should go out and buy some vegetables. I knew it was a trap but that only made me excited. When I picked up my scooter key, he said doesn’t worry as he had better transport available. When I went outside, it was a mid-range hatchback SUV.”
“Since when did he buy an SUV?” I asked. Shrek was a miser and he found a way to eat at our expense many times.
“I too asked the same.” replied Neha, “He said a friend had loaned it to him. I saw that the backseat was folded to make a bigger space and knew he had something sinister in mind. He then drove the car and instead of going to the nearby market, he started heading outside the city limits. When I asked him why he said the vegetables are fresher outside the city.”
Indian cities might look modern, but if you move 50 km away you will be transported almost back in time to post-independence era.
“So we reached a small town.” continued Neha “and he stopped the car and said we will buy vegetables but first he wanted me to remove my bra and panties.”
“Oh my God!” I exclaimed. These small towns would pass dirty looks if you don’t wear a duppata over churidar, let alone a woman wearing a t-shirt and skirt. The last thing you would want to do is to go braless. “Please tell me you didn’t.”
Neha kept quiet and I understood what might have happened. ” What the fuck Neha, how can you be so naive? I would have asked him to go fuck himself.”
“Oh you mean that girl who had her bra and panties on the floor in a crowded bus while giving blowjob to a stranger she just met?” countered Neha.
“That’s different,” I tried to reason but I knew I had no moral high ground. “Ok, continue.”
“So after thinking for a while, I finally removed my bra from under my t-shirt and slid down the panties and gave them to him. We went to the market and naturally everyone was staring at me. Shrek whispered in my ear ‘How does it feels about the fact that no one except me knows I’m not wearing any panties?’ I ended up feeling really excited over the staring more than being disgusted. I could feel myself getting moist and my nipples getting erect. I knew it wasn’t ideal but I had no control.
Uncle made me stop at a shop and asked me to buy vegetables. The shopkeeper was trying to make sense of what kind of relationship we had. He was talking with uncle in a local language. I couldn’t shake off the fact that I wasn’t wearing any panties and my wetness could show over my skirt.
The shopkeeper kept telling me to take this, take that and I was picking them by bending as sitting down would have exposed my naked crotch to him. I picked up the tomatoes and gave them to him, and then saw his eyes. They were staring at me like a child at a lollipop. I realized that while I was so aware of hiding my crotch, I totally forgot that he had a good glimpse of my cleavage and possibly a lot of my breast.”
“Oh my god!” I exclaimed, “And that bastard was making you do this?”
“Yes, I got so embarrassed that I dropped the basket and ran away from the market. But then I remembered that I didn’t even know which village it was and most importantly, I didn’t even have a single rupee in my hand or any id. So I had to wait for uncle to arrive.
He arrived after a while carrying a big load of vegetables. I got so angry that I started beating him. He was instead laughing and telling me that he got the vegetables at half rate and if I stayed some more he would have gotten a better discount.”
“Fucking cheapskate.” I added “Remember he has paid for pizza only once so far, even though he eats more than us combined.” We were not gold diggers but we expect men to always pay, but this guy was already charging us high rent and never chipped in for food or drink after he fucked us. I was sure he spent all his money he had hidden from his ogre wife on those blue sex pills.
“Yeah, he acts as if we would be grateful for him to have sex with us. Then he drove the SUV to an abandoned park. He asked me to go behind the front seats. I knew he had planned this well ahead as he had lowered the back seats to give more space. Since I was only wearing a t-shirt and skirt, he got me naked in quick time but he only removed his pants. He made me give him a blowjob and then he pushed me against the back window so hard that my hands were flat on the window and then he started fucking me in Rocky(D)gie position.”
I remembered how I struggled on the bus trying to get the stranger’s penis into me until we gave it up. I guess l might have indirectly given an idea for Shrek to do something similar with Neha.
“So I was looking down and then looked outside. I was shocked to see a man looking straight at me from outside.” continued Neha “I was so afraid as I wasn’t wearing a single piece of cloth and I was sure he was able to see everything. I tried to free myself but uncle had put me in such a grip. I tried to protest but he said that the glass was tinted.
I looked at the man outside again and realized that it was true. He was trying to look but he couldn’t see anything so I was safe. All the windows were closed and the AC was on full blast. I was actually getting hot over the fact that I was so close to public sex while fully protecting my modesty.”
“You li’l whore. When did you become an exhibitionist? ” I chided.
“Oh come on, the only reason you did had sex on the bus was the thrill of getting caught.” Neha retorted.
‘Oh God, she keeps going back to that whenever I tell her.’ I groaned to myself.
“So uncle increased his speed and I too was getting hot, mostly because of the audience and I came very quickly. He did the usual thing by lying down and making me ride him. I sat on his cock and started riding him in cowgirl position and only then I noticed that there were actually three of them watching, not one. I guess the motion of the car must have tipped them off.
One of them pointed to the front and they all moved to the front of the car. They squatted over the windshield and were peering in.”
“So they were able to see you then?” I asked.
“I don’t think so. It was dark inside, so they may have just seen a silhouette of me moving in the car,” replied Neha.
“Well maybe, that’s what I think.” she tried to explain, but I think she was reassuring herself more than me. “Well then, after a while we both came and we dressed up but he still didn’t allow me to wear a bra or panties. Now we had a big problem. We had to get in the front of the car and say hello to the Audience.
Uncle didn’t mind and just went ahead and sat in the driver’s seat and told them dismissively to move away. One of them asked to show madam’s face but he switched on the engine and put the car in drive. But then he lowered the rear window and they all peered in. I felt like a zoo animal being looked at as they were both shocked and in awe of me being naked in front of them. I shouted at Shrek to leave and he drove the car away while they kept running behind for a while.”
I was angry at Shrek for doing this to my friend, but I was actually getting hot over her having sex right next to three strangers. It was our ultimate dare and a big turn on for me. I thought there was no way Neha could beat me having sex on a bus, but she had found one. Actually, Shrek had found one.
“So…” Neha continued “After that, we drove to a hotel and had lunch. Just normal thalli meals filled with stares from the waiters hoping that they can x-ray through my dress. Then we went to a small dilapidated cinema theatre which looked like it might collapse any day. The ticket usher gave us dirty looks and when I went into the theatre, I realized why.”
“Oh, was it a soft-core porn movie?” I asked her excitedly. Some old theatres used to show such movies for decades to satisfy the Indian male curiosity before internet porn became mainstream.
“No. You and your dirty mind.” chided Neha “It wasn’t porn but some local language movie. It wasn’t the movie why we went there. The entire theatre was almost empty except for a few couples sitting here and there enjoying their privacy from prying Indian eyes.”
I remembered those theatres well as I went to one of them a lot during college times with my then boyfriend. I was curious to know what Shrek further did in this pseudo romantic spot for Indian couples.
“So, the theatre was dark and the movie had already begun. We sat in one of the isolated spots. The moment we sat down he pulled up my skirt to reveal my crotch. Then he pulled up my shirt to display my breasts. So we kept watching the movie while his hands were alternating between them. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick and made me stroke it.”
“Didn’t anyone notice?” I asked. I was getting very moist listening to Neha’s very long ‘five-minute’ tale.
“Not at first,” Neha replied.
“So they noticed?” I gasped.
“Well after a while. I started giving him a blowjob while seated and then he suggested I ride him in reverse cowgirl position. So I was riding him and watching the movie while he was playing with my breasts from behind. Maybe I was a little too loud and they heard my voice over the theatre music.”
Neha was downplaying how loudly she moaned, as she sounded like those anime cartoon girls and she is very expressive in her voice during sex. I’m sure her voice would easily be heard by neighbors, except in our case it was the neighbor who came to our house causing the noise.
“So I was riding him,” Neha continued “and then I noticed that almost every other couple had stopped and were looking at us even though they could only see silhouettes in that flickering light. But I made me feel embarrassed and a bit hot too. But I told him we should stop this.
He agreed and we adjusted our dress and went out, but immediately he pulled me into the toilet. It was very dirty and smelly. It almost made me want to vomit. But Shrek had no second thoughts. He made me put my hands against the wall and then bend over. He pulled my skirt up and slapped my butt cheeks. Then he started humping me from behind.
He pulled my shirt up and started cupping my breasts holding them for support. This was going on for some time until the door creaked open and I saw the shadow of a person enter.”
“Oh my God!” I gasped. She was giving me more jump scares than ‘The Conjuring’ movie. “What did you do?”
“I took my t-shirt and pulled it over my face,” replied Neha sheepishly.
“Really…” I was shocked at her decision “Of all the places you decided to cover – your face? You exposed nearly everything else.”
“Ok, I agree it maybe wasn’t my best decision.” countered Neha “But I was pushed against the wall and I made sure if he decided to take a photo or video, it wouldn’t expose who I was.”
I thought about her logic. It seemed to make some sense. I asked her, “So what happened next?”
“Well, uncle was going on at double his normal fat speed as I guess he was more excited. I didn’t know the intruder was still there as my face was covered, but I felt that he was still watching and that made me very hot. I reached my orgasm very soon. Uncle too didn’t take much time and he shot a full load inside me. When I finally got the courage to remove the t-shirt off my face, the voyeur wasn’t there.”
“You are extremely lucky,” I warned “or else he might have wanted sloppy seconds and Shrek is the kind of creep who would have allowed it.”
“Ewwww…” Neha’s anime voice was back “C’mon dear, you are always suspicious of him despite the three months we have ‘known’ him.”
I shook my head and said to myself, ‘Oh God Neha, just believe that God sent you a guardian angel in my form on your first day of orientation, but I have done a bad job so far.’
“So we came out of the bathroom,” continued Neha “while his cum was dripping out of me as I didn’t want to wash it off in that dirty water. We walked to the car and I wiped it off with tissues. Then he started the car and moved off from that town. When I asked him where we were going, he said he got permission to use his friend’s farmhouse for the night.
After we moved out of town and we’re going down a single road, he asked me to remove my shirt. I told him I wouldn’t, but he said this road isn’t used much and no one could spot me that quickly as the SUV is very tall.”
“Just tell me you didn’t comply with his request.” I pleaded, but I feared it would be the opposite.
“Well, ” replied Neha ” He did have a point, and I thought it would be more adventurous. I removed my shirt and then I dropped my skirt and sat nude in the car. He kept using his one hand to touch me from time to time. There wasn’t much traffic, but then a guy was coming on a scooter and for one second he blinked as if he wasn’t sure if he was dreaming or not. We both laughed at it.
I decided to tease him by removing his zip and pulling out his cock. He kept telling me that it’s distracting but I didn’t care. I bent down and started sucking it. At least this way I’d be invisible to the passerby. I started getting the feeling of a bumpy ride as if he was no longer driving on the road.”
Honestly, I was getting hot while I was hearing this and my hands went deeper into my pyjama pants. I started slowly rubbing my pussy.
“So he stopped the SUV and I looked around. We were in the middle of the grasslands. There was just open space for miles and not a single soul to be seen. He immediately got out and then pulled me out of the SUV. I was feeling really excited about having sex totally in public. I immediately tore off his shirt and pants.
We were both nude as Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. I put his shirt down on the ground and lay on it. He lay on the top of me and inserted his pecker inside me. I could see the sky, clouds, and birds as he was humping me as if we were the only two humans left on the planet. Honestly, it was so exciting, Madiha!”
I was already rubbing my clit hard. Her story was very exciting, even though it was about that ugly ogre having his way with her. I was biting my lip so that she didn’t know what I was doing.
“We were in missionary position and I got on top of him and gave him a blowjob. Then it graduated into a 69 and then I rode him like he was a rodeo bull. Finally, we both were very exhausted that we just lay on the ground totally naked catching our breath.”
“Ankh…” I moaned. She should be an erotica writer as her description almost made me cum with excitement.
“Pardon?” asked Neha.
“Nothing.” I managed to say. I hoped my voice hid what I was doing. “Didn’t anyone see you all this time?”
“Maybe a few ants, cockroaches and birds,” said Neha, and laughed at her own poor joke.
“Well, we staggered back to the SUV and emptied the water bottle. He took his blue pill. I told him that he shouldn’t wear any clothes and he replied that we both shouldn’t. So we drove naked to the farmhouse. Uncle called the security guard and said something. He gave him ₹500 and told him to come back tomorrow.”
“What???” I totally forgot about pleasuring myself for a second and asked in surprise. “That miser gave ₹500 to the guard?”
“Yeah,” Neha replied “I guess he was in a good mood.”
I sighed. He secretly gorged non-vet food from our home without the knowledge of his wife, but he never bothered to pick up the bill. But he was happy to pay the guard to get lost.
“Hey wait a minute!” I suddenly wondered.
“What?” asked Neha.
“When did you get dressed?” I asked.
“We didn’t.” giggled Neha.
“So the guard saw you both naked?”
“No you and your dirty mind. I took his shirt and draped it over me, and he had my shirt on his crotch covering only his private area. The guard was excited but didn’t seem entirely surprised at our dress but he kept glancing at me hoping to see something more. He opened the gate and gave the keys to uncle and left.
Uncle parked the car and then he immediately pulled me into the swimming pool. Thanks to the tablet, he was rock solid again. He requested me that I should give him a blowjob underwater. I tried it but I couldn’t do for more than two seconds without water getting into my nose.”
‘Of course dear, you are not a mermaid.’ I thought.
“Then he lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his thighs. He started humping me in the water. I guess the buoyancy helped him hold me better.”
“So how was it?” I asked. Pool sex has been a hot thing many people want to try after seeing it in movies.
“Honestly, it wasn’t that good,” replied Neha “There was no lubrication, making it really rough and painful. So we then changed the position and then I had my hands on the edge of the pool and he was ramming me from behind. Finally he was about to cum. He tried running out of the pool but ended up releasing it fully inside me and dirtying the pool. There were white stringy blobs everywhere.
We went into the farmhouse and then slept in the bed. He got up after a while, put our clothes in the washing machine and then said he will go out to get some food items and will come back soon.”
“So you are still in the farmhouse?” I asked.
“Duh.” replied Neha “That guy just had a blue pill so I think we will only return tomorrow. Honestly, this farmhouse is really great. Big rooms, a swimming pool, a garden with coconut trees and most importantly, a 12-foot wall covering all four sides making it totally secluded. I can give a video tour if you want.”
“Are you wearing anything?” I asked cautiously.
“Of course, silly. There was a bathrobe in the closet.”
So she cut the call and immediately did a facetime. I could see her radiant face on the screen and she showed the bed. It was even bigger than a king-size bed and the bedroom was very big and spacious. She moved to the living room and there was a 65″ flat screen TV and a nice set of couch and an ottoman. Even the kitchen looked like the ones in celebrities home. She went out and the pool was actually disappointing given the buildup by Neha. There were some pool chairs which gave me dirty thoughts to suggest Neha. This farmhouse looked like someone really built it as a love nest.
“Don’t you feel something off?” I asked Neha. She just moved her lips in a nonchalant way as if she is getting ready to hear my tinfoil hat theories.
“We are dealing with a man who doesn’t even spend ₹50 for a leaking tap, but suddenly comes up with an SUV, bribes to a watchman, and this majestic farmhouse. Aren’t your spider senses tingling?”
“Stop being jealous, girl.” laughed Neha “He actually wanted to take both of us but you bailed out by going to your hometown.”
We finally cut the call. I was so very horny hearing Neha’s adventure. I went to the bathroom and let the tap run while I masturbated twice. Once my lust wore off, I could only think of Neha.
Was she right that I was jealous? That I’m imagining things? Sometimes I just can’t shake things off. But I honestly wanted a dick in me. Her story had made me so horny, and it was something I couldn’t resolve by myself.
I pulled up my purse to find the business card of the stranger I met on the bus. After much deliberation, I finally dialed his number but I cut the call the moment he picked it up. I tried to rationalize my hanging up by thinking that having sex with our landlord was one thing, but calling a total stranger was being needy.
I watched a serial and then tried to sleep but I couldn’t. I finally decided to dial Neha. The phone rang one full time but no one picked up. Maybe she was ‘busy’ but I dialed again. This time it got picked up and I heard a voice.
“Hello!!” It was neither Neha nor Shrek’s voice, but the deep voice of a man.
“Hello, who is this?” I asked. He kept quiet as if he didn’t know what to answer, but I could hear some voices in the background. It was the sound of bodies hitting each other and the unmistakable sounds of Neha moaning.
“Are you Madiha?” the man finally asked.
I totally froze. This was turning out like a nightmare. Who is he and how did this guy know my name? And what in the name of God was happening there?
“Wrong number.” I finally managed to say and hung up. My hands were trembling.
“SHURUGA…” My phone blared and it was a video call this time. I instinctively connected to prevent my parents from hearing the ringtone and checking up on me.
Instead of Neha, I saw a dark man in his 40’s. The video kept moving as he couldn’t hold it still. With the microphone from the video camera, I could now clearly hear Neha’s moans. It was more visceral than usual. He changed it to the rear camera and it moved down so I could see his black cock go in and out of her ass. I could also see another cock inside her pussy too. It was unmistakably Shrek’s.
He kept moving the camera around and then turned it to the front one again.
“So we finally meet. Vishwa(Shrek’s real name) has told me a lot about you.”