We silently watched the movie for a while; each lost in their own thoughts and dozed a little. Soon it was cold and we covered ourselves with the thin blankets provided, after reclining the seats. Rekha couldn’t adjust her seat handle and I reached across and helped her, my arm brushing against her right breast in the process.
When the lights were all switched off, it was dark enough to sleep. My left hand found her right hand resting on the hand rest and held it lightly. After a minute, I let my fingers caress her soft hand and slim fingers. They were warm and the touch was smooth. Her breath quickened.
She loved my touch. To let me know that she approved, she locked her fingers with my and pressed very lightly. I was thrilled. I was given a green signal by his queen!
I turned slightly to my left. Removing my left hand from hers for a second, I lifted and pushed back the hand rest. My left hand quickly regained her right hand. I maneuvered my right hand under the blanket and then reached slowly under her blanket aiming for her right breast.
I was not far off the mark. My advancing hand touched her blouse on her right side of the breast. As my eager fingers touched her, Rekha’s pulse raced. She had never experienced this kind of thrill all her life and here was this young man seeking her boobs so eagerly. She would let me play with them, she thought. She kept quiet.
After a few seconds of hesitation, I moved my fingers lightly along the breast and pressed them against its softness. It felt heavenly. Rekha turned ever so slightly to her right and presented me more of her boob.
When my palm boldly cupped it, she exhaled. As I pressed her breasts, Rekha covered my hand with hers. She caressed and pulled at the soft hairs on the back of my hand.
There was no pretense and we were actively involved now. I fumbled under the blanket to open her blouse. She moved my hand away and whispered, “Wait.”
After a full minute, her hand sought my and guided it to her bosom. Not only her blouse was open now, her bra was also unhooked too and her bare breast touched my hand. Turning fully to my left and pushing my left hand too under the blanket, I started fondling both breasts.
I found her engorged nipples and tweaked them, rolling them between thumb and forefinger and marveled in their response. My strong, eager hands kneaded her full boobs sending her into raptures. I couldn’t get enough of them and I just wouldn’t let them go. They were very precious gifts for the hungry man.
After several minutes of fondling, she gently pushed my hands away from her bruising breasts and whispered, “Stop for now please! They are sour and hurting. Let us sleep.”
I felt like a kid from whom his favorite toys have been snatched away. But I was heartened that she only said stop for ‘now’. I wanted to be a good boy with his lover because I wanted more from her.
As I am relaxed in his own seat and closed my eyes, Rekha quickly readjusted her bra and blouse under the cover of the blanket. She sensed my disappointment. But she also knew that, in the confined space of the bus and with people around them, they should be very careful. She however, wanted to keep the control with her.