My wife is quite beautiful and sometimes caring. But often lacks the emotion that forces you to fall for a person. It seems she has a duty to perform, and she is doing it for the sake of herself or her family.
Forget it. Let’s get to the interesting part. My wife is working with a company with a terrible BOSS. I often go to her office to pick her up in the evening and observe her office colleagues. Everyone knew about me, and they would often pass smile or wave hands while passing.
But her BOSS would even look at me properly. So the term BITCH was perfect for her. Moreover, my wife often came up with new stories of bad experiences with her boss. She would bad mouth her. Despite all these things, there was an attraction on her face.
The boss was beautiful, with a perfect body figure 32-28-32, fair, curly hair and a dancing ass. She would move her ass more than any girls I have ever observed. I always had some good glances at her and her curvy bumps. I was sure she might have noticed that most of the time while I watched her.
Altogether she was a perfect combination of a horny bitch and beauty.
I often used to travel to Goa for my office work. This one night, I started my journey from Pune. I had no hope that something like this would happen in my life!
I observed somebody pass me a smile when I walked to my seat. I noticed it was none other than my wife’s BITCH: Piyali (that was her name). I just passed by her with a faint smile. I started questioning whether she passed a smile or it was a mistake. I looked at her, and she smiled again.
The very feeling of her smiling was pumping my heart so high. I couldn’t believe it or even sit comfortably thinking about her. Our journey started, but I was stuck with my feelings about her. Looking for every reason to talk to her or somehow be close enough to where I can see her properly.
But to my disappointment, nothing happened. I didn’t have a choice but to go to sleep. I couldn’t sleep as her face kept coming in front of me. I kept thinking about her and those lonely nights when I used to have a fantasy about her. So I started watching a movie on my mobile to clear my mind.
Two hours passed, and I was still awake. Our bus stopped for a small break. I got up and saw she was deep asleep in her dreams. I got down to take a loo break and have a coffee. It was windy and chilly weather, so I thought of having a smoke.
While enjoying my coffee and smoking, someone came from behind and tapped on my back. It was her. Her hair was flying in the air, and her face wasn’t completely visible. But it was enough to identify her. Her face was glowing as the restaurant light was just behind her face.
Looking as if she was some angel who got down from heaven. Half-closed eyes covered in a shawl, she asked me whether I was “Ravi.” My heart was pumping so badly. I couldn’t even agree with her, just some faint words, “Yaa.” I realized I was too much in shock.
So I took a sip of coffee, inhaled the smoke deeply, and relaxed completely. I smiled at her and asked if she wasn’t sleeping. She said she used to sleep late. Moreover, she had nothing to do now, so she was trying to take a nap, but now, since she knows me, she has something to do and continued her chat.
I was happy inside and wanted to talk to her for as long as possible. Soon I noticed she was shivering, so I offered her coffee, but she denied it. Then soon, she asked me if she could smoke a fag with me. I was surprised as I never thought she would have any such habit.
But one should never judge a girl by her appearance, so I offered her a new cigarette. She lit it and inhaled it slowly, but later she was fine. Within minutes the cigarette was over. She was damn fast, and there was a smile on her face (kind of very satisfied with what she did just now).
Later she confessed she used to smoke regularly before her marriage but had quit for a long time. Today she felt very cold and didn’t know why but wanted to smoke badly. It was a little tough to believe as she smoked so fast, but I didn’t raise my doubts.
I believe one should not question a girl’s integrity if she claims it is true. It can sometimes backfire, and I wasn’t ready to take that risk. Our bus honked, and we had to go back to our seats. As she tried to get up on the bus, her hands slipped, or something happened, and she tumbled down on the floor.
Even though I couldn’t stop or catch her hands, I felt so embarrassed about not catching her. I immediately apologized and picked her up. She got a sprain in her left foot, so I held her and helped her to get on the bus. People started asking if she was okay or not, to which she said she was fine.
But I could see the pain in her eyes. So I asked her to put her left bare foot on the right leg and show me where the pain was. I saw it, and the place had gone red. A small swelling was there, which would increase with time if something was not done.
I told her it was really bad and rushed down to the Restaurant to get some ice if I could. They had a few ice rocks from the deep freezer. I put them together in my hanky and rushed back to the bus. They were already late, so the bus immediately started.
I asked the passenger beside her to shift to my place. Applied the ice slowly on her foot till all the ice had melted. She was holding my shoulder so strongly throughout. It made me realize how much pain she was in. The swelling had gone down, and she was feeling much relieved.
She opened her bag, took out an ointment, raised her leggings, and started applying it. While doing this, she felt the pain, and I noticed that. Her feet were so good-looking and milky white. Another reason I like young and beautiful girls/women is because, unlike men, girls always have better feet and palms.
Piyali had a well-pedicured foot with a soft sole. I didn’t think twice about counting on the opportunity and asked if I should apply the ointment to her legs. She was initially hesitant, but she agreed due to my compulsion and the pain. I took a bit of ointment and applied it softly on the area where it had swelling.
She closed her eyes in pain while I was rubbing it on her foot gently. I used the opportunity to massage all over her feet and some parts of her legs for a few minutes. I kept on doing this for some time. I asked her to cover her feet with a cloth so that the warmth of the ointment became more effective.
I sat beside her for some reason, even after she had closed her eyes and wasn’t talking. After a few minutes, she opened her eyes, said she was feeling better and thanked me greatly. I felt so lucky to have helped her while she needed it.
While the journey was on, the bus took a big bump. Her legs got hit by the front seat, and “Aah” came out of her mouth. I saw what happened, and again, I started massaging her legs with some more ointment. She pulled her legs back. I asked what had happened. She smiled and asked me not to tickle her.
I said I didn’t do it, but then again, I started applying, and this time I got a little naughty. After some time, I purposely spread my hands on her sole, and she smiled again but didn’t pull her legs back. I played with her legs, touched her thighs, and held her hands for some time.
All these things were getting me on. She was enjoying the massage and the things I was doing to her. After a while, when I sat in my place, she got very close to me and laid her head on my shoulder. I was on top of the world but didn’t know how to react to this.
I also got closer and put my hands on hers, and she, instead of removing my hands, I kept hers on mine. Gave me a lot of confidence to go ahead with my thoughts and explore her other body parts. For some time, I didn’t move my hands.
But soon, when everything got silent and dark on the bus, I started making my move slowly, exploring her thighs a little deeper. I could hear her fast breathing and hot air coming from her mouth. Slowly my hands reached deep inside her thighs and started playing with her.
I could feel her body’s heat and warmth, and her grip on my thighs got harder. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. I had never had this experience earlier. I was bubbling with excitement and fear at the same time. I slowly started pulling her leggings down for a better feel of her pussy.
But she held my hands from doing so. I was very high and again started doing so after some time. Her hold was a little gentle this time, so I moved ahead. I pulled down her leggings and panty and put my fingers inside. Oh my God, she was so hot over there and juicy.
Her pussy was so soft I can’t even explain my feelings to you guys. She couldn’t control herself. She pulled out her shawl and covered herself and me partly. I was playing with her clitoris gently, which was getting her so much on. She started touching my dick.
By this time, it was already very hard trying to get out of jeans so badly. She started rubbing and pressing it so hard that I couldn’t control myself. Soon I inserted my middle finger inside her with one go. She felt the pain and gave a huge moan.
I got so scared and looked around, but nobody seemed to be awake or hear what we were doing. She immediately shut her mouth from her hands and expressed sorry to me in a gesture. I smiled at her, and she got shy. We started our exploration again.
I started fingering deep inside her pussy and giving some deep thrusts once in a while. She gave her soft moans. To avoid the noise, she started biting me on my shoulder. It was hurting badly initially because her deep teeth bites were painful; secondly, my dick was still inside.
It was getting unbearable for me. But I think the pleasure was beating the pain and worth the risk we both took inside the bus. Her deep moans and my occasional deep thrust forced her to open my zip and pull out my dick from inside. After a while, she held my dick for a few seconds and said something. Her eyes got bright. She looked me in my eyes and raised her eyebrows as if trying to say it was so strong and thick. Then she started moving her hands up and down. We both were on a different level of excitement, and lust was getting so deep that anyone could see in both of our eyes.
We started kissing for the first time, and the feeling was very good and unexplainable. I kept the thrust on, and she kept on moving her hands for a few minutes until she licked my dick with a deep moan, I understood she was done, but I was nowhere near climax.
She held my dick very strongly to recover from this pain or pleasure. Then I pulled out my hands inside her and started smelling my finger. She was so shocked to see me do something like this and to get better herself. She drank a little water from her bottle to relax.
She didn’t say anything, just raised her brows to find out what I was doing. I said I was not done. Please help. So she again held my dick, this time more strongly. She started moving her hands up and down faster. But even after a few minutes, I wasn’t even near my climax.
After a few minutes, she again questioned me in gesture. I replied I don’t feel much. She thought for a while, and then she looked here and there. Then she pulled my legs towards her and put both of her hands on my dick and balls. She started the process again, but her speed was very fast this time.
I started moving my body up and down, but soon she got tired and gave up. I was starting to feel something, but she stopped. I asked her what happened, and she said, showing her hands, that it was hurting. So I held her cheeks, smiled, and told her not an issue.
But then she did something which I wasn’t expecting from her. She again looked around and then told me to check that no one was checking us out. She took my whole dick inside her mouth and started licking it properly along. I got a little scared.
I covered her head and my body with her shawl and kept on looking in all directions. She was so good at her blowjob that I couldn’t control myself. I grabbed her ass with my hand and started pressing it slowly. She took it so deep inside that it touched her throat from inside sometimes.
I couldn’t control it, and this time I held her boobs and pressed them very hard. After a while, she just stopped and then bit my dick. Like I have said, she was a big BITCH. The bite had left a mark on my dick, hurting badly. I think she didn’t like how I pressed her boobs so hard.
So I got a little slow and again she started and kept licking my dick for a while. I grabbed her hair and started pulling it up and down very fast. I was at the climax and started pressing her boobs again. I needed something for my pleasure.
With a thrust, I shot my sperm inside her mouth. But she didn’t expect me to do that, and again she took a bite of my dick to show her anger. But you know what? Even that bite was kicking me on, and I was looking forward to exploring her in a better way.
I took out wet wipes from my bag and started wiping my dick. But I don’t know why she started staring at me as if I had done something wrong. She again pinched my dick and gave me an angry look. My dick was hurting again, and I could not understand what I had done to make her angry.
She later told me she was all wet from the inside, and I could have offered her earlier. I understood and apologized to her several times to which she accepted and threatened me to be more alert next time. “Next time,” the word echoed in my ears for several minutes.
It gave me a clue that we will do this again in a better and better place. I asked for her number so I could contact her while I was in Goa for the next few days. But she didn’t give it to me. I already had her nos, which I took from my wife’s cell phone, so I didn’t force her to give her number again.
She was surprised and also hesitant to give her number on her own. I don’t know why she got a little sad. So I WhatsApp her on her nos “HI” several times so she could take out her phone and check that it was me. Once she took out her cell, she saw my DP and started smiling and looking at me.
I returned to my place and waited for the morning as I knew people would get up anytime. In the morning, I got down at Panjim and missed her so much. I think she was very deep in her sleep, so she didn’t respond to me soon. I wanted to say goodbye before getting down, but she didn’t wake up.
I got down and felt a little sad. But soon, the bus passed, and someone waved hands from the window. I noticed it was her.
So, guys, I hope you liked my sex tales on the way to Goa. Please comment, share your feedback, and write me an email id aashiq_humraaz @yahoo.com.