As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I realized it was his erect dick in his hand. I looked away from the two men to see the man to my left watching intently. He seemed to be some kind of a voyeur. I felt a relief as the hands on my breasts moved down slightly.
But they came back again searching for my nipples over the blouse. As his thumb and first two fingers started pinching my nipples, making them hard and taut. He pinched my nipples so hard that I had to bite my lips to stop from screaming.
Tears rolled on my cheeks due to the pain, and at the same time I felt my juices flowing inside my vagina. The bastard tried to outrage me further by trying to slip the sari off my shoulders.
But thankfully, I had the sari pinned to my shoulder. At the same time, the shagging man put his hand on my ankle and started to pull up my sari. He pulled up my sari and the petticoat to expose my legs up to just above my knees. I thanked my luck for he didn't go further. But my happiness was short lived, as I did not realize that although he did not pull up my sari, his hands had different plans. This made me lose my balance as I lost the grip of the handle I was holding.
As my entire weight fell on him, I felt his erection on my ass. He seemed really hard. He was about the same height as me. He now smelled my hair with deep breaths. He caught my long hair and swung it forward.
By now the sitting person had his hand under the sari on my bare inner thigh. His hand moved upwards, reaching centimeters from my crotch. He stuck up his middle finger and brushed my slit over the panty. This made me weak in my knees and I also lost my grip on my purse, making it fall to the floor. I looked in his direction sneakily. He definitely had felt my wetness, as he held my sari with the other hand and brought the finger that had probed me to his nose.
A wide grin appeared on his face. And he then looked back to the man behind me and showed him the finger. As some light fell on his finger, even I could see it glistening with my juices. Seeing what this guy was showing him, the man behind me brought his face to my ears and whispered, "So I see you like to be handled by strangers in public. But I knew my body liked it. The man nudged the man sitting to my right with his erect tool in one hand, and signaled something that I could not see.
Then he did the same to the kid standing on my left. I did not have to wait long. The two men on my sides started to lift up my sari from both sides. Very quickly it was pulled up to my thighs. I could feel the cold wind on my wet crotch. Next they tugged a couple of fingers in the thin elastic of my bikini panty and started to tug it down. Soon it was around my ankles.
The kid to my left kept holding my sari it it's raised position and the guy sitting to my right nudged my leg to be raised. It was like my heart was totally out of my control. I lifted each leg one by one, letting him pick up my panty. I looked at the guy.
He took it to his face and took a deep breath, and again started to rub his tool. His partner then did the same and then gave it to the man standing behind me. He had by now palmed my crotch over the sari with his left hand.
He took my bikini panty with his right hand. It was soaking wet. B y now, the men to my sides had raised my sari almost up to my crotch. I couldn't believe that nobody in the bus knew what was happening. I had lost track of time.
I did not know where the bus had reached. Everybody seemed to be going to the last stop. The man behind me now took charge of holding up my sari. He loosened his grip over my crotch, and then raised my sari all the way up to my waist.
He then put his bare hands on my lower abdomen just below where my petticoat was tied. I could feel the cold wind hitting against my bare cunt. The kid standing to my left had started to caress my thighs. At the same time, the man to my right brought his left hand to my pussy. He pulled apart my cunt lips with two fingers and pushed in his middle finger.
A gasp escaped my mouth and my head fell back on the shoulder of the man behind me. To add to my excitement and humiliation, the man behind me stretched out his middle finger of the hand holding up my sari and started to nudge my clit.
As my pussy was being probed, the man to my left took my left hand and put it on his hardon over his pants. Seeing this the man on my right hold of my right hand. So I looked to find what he wanted from my hand.
So it was clear to me that he wanted me to shag him. He took my hand and placed it around his throbbing member and then placed his own right hand over mine. He then started to frantically shag it. Before I could realize what was happening, he released his load, which trickled down on my wrists. The guy then took my hand and brought it ot my mouth. I involuntarily stuck out my tongue and licked his cum off my wrist. By now I was very close to an orgasm. The man behind me kept flicking my clit slowly nudging me closer and closer to a climax.
His other hand was now expertly opening my blouse hooks on the front. It did not take him too much time to open all six hooks and open up my blouse fully. As the blouse opened under the sari, the man ran his thumb along the edge of my bra-cup along my cleavage. And this was followed by him tucking his thumb inside me left bra-cup and pull it aside and bunch it on the side.
Soon he exposed my other boob also. My nipples were hard. The Escorts of Greece is the premier provider of Hellasescorts in the whole country. The expertise of the Athens callgirls in Greece is erotic Athens Massage. A single date with just one Athens escort girl is all you need to experience the sensual massage I was being stripped naked in the middle of this crowded bus and I was hesitantly liking it. I did not know where he wanted me to get down, but I didn't ask.
I was got down with the two men behind me. Surprisingly the two sitting men didn't follow us. When I got down with my blouse still open and bra pushed aside. When I looked around I realized that I had missed my stop by a couple of stops. I was at a stop in a lonely lane about 10 minutes from my house.
I remembered asking my husband once why this stop was placed here, as I had never seen anyone getting down or getting into a bus at this stop. It was really cold and we were the only three people in the lane. The road ran between some land owned by a private owner and was under litigation. So both sides of the road had walled deserted land.
The man who stood behind me in the bus then pulled me by my hand and took me to an opening in the wall on one side and the kid followed us eagerly. The area looked to be filled with overgrown grass. The dew had made the grass wet. He then turned around and faced me. This was the first time that I got a look at his face. He had a rough shaved look and short hair. He looked about years old and was wearing a kurta pajama.