The old man was now satisfied, and he slept off almost immediately. Parul was frantically searching for a handkerchief to wife herself. I gave mine to Neha and nudged her to help Parul. Neha tapped on Parul’s shoulder and gave him the handkerchief. Parul wiped her face, neck, boobs, navel, pussy and legs. Then she adjusted her skirt top. She was now feeling extremely embarrassed over what she had done in a public bus and to realize that Neha had seen it all. She kept her head down in shame. I nudged Neha to get my handkerchief back to me. She pulled it from Parul’s hand. Parul looked back at her and couldn’t recognize anything different with Neha. She returned the handkerchief and I pocketed it. It has Parul’s love juices! So now I had Neha’s panties with her love juices, and I had my handkerchief with Parul’s love juices! Such a bonus!
I checked my watch. It was still an hour left. The bus was still dark. Neha had recovered but was slumping due to exhaustion. I held her from behind. She looked back into my eyes. All the memories of past few hours were flashing back to her. She realized that she had been fucked so beautifully. She had so many emotions on her face. Confusion, satisfaction, pain, a distinct afterglow, shame, naughty excitement, loss of virginity, unforgettable memories… I kept holding her. She then smiled and let her weight on me. I was not sure she had realized her nudity under her cardigan as yet. I had to make sure she knows. She was still lost in flashbacks. She closed her eyes. I had an hour to kill anyways. So why not have some more romance with Neha.
I was hugging her from behind. She was leaning completely on me. She had a smile on her face. Her eyes were closed. Her chest was heaving with deep breaths. I starting moving my hands around her tummy from top of her cardigan. She snuggled back into me. I moved her hair to one side and saw her neck. It was dark so I couldn’t make out the love bite. So I kissed her there. She sighed in pain and pleasure. I licked her there to sooth the pain. I starting moving my hands around further over her cardigan. Her whole body was paining. I softly massaged her waist from over the cardigan. I had pinched her so much all over her waist that it must be red now. I moved my hands up on the boobs. She tried to resist but I lightly pressed on the nipple I had pinched. She let out another of those signs with pain mixed with pleasure. I massaged her boob around her nipple to sooth it. I started caressing her thigh. It had been roughly stretched when I had put her leg on my shoulder and pressed back completely into her. I soothed her thigh muscles. She felt lot of relief and forgot the pain and now only remembered the pleasure.
When the bus reached and every one was leaving she whispered ‘thanks’ in my ears and left with parul
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