An erotic Bus sex story My name is Alina, and I’m 39 years old and married. This happened on a blue-line bus in the United States.

I wanted to tell you about this thing that happened to me on a busy bus in the United States. I looked hot that day in a dress with no sleeves and a backless dress. We had a wedding at our house, and I went shopping. We were already upset because it was late, and then it started to rain hard. Since there was no cab that wanted to go where I was, I had to take a bus. Because it was raining so hard, it was completely dark outside. People could see the hot housewife’s sexy body.

While I was waiting at the bus stand, I got almost soaked in water, and my dress showed off my body to everyone. But when the bus came, it looked like almost everyone in the city took it. I’ve never travelled this way before, but I had no choice today. My dress was wrinkled, and my hair didn’t look like it had been combed. The bus number I was looking for finally came after a long wait.

I looked around, but there were no other women nearby. In one hand, I had the handle above me, and in the other, I had the handle for the seat. It was crowded on the bus, and the roads were bad and bumpy. I couldn’t wait to get home and get off the bus soon. I took a look around as the bus went through the wet roads. A lot of people looked tired and wet.

I also looked sleepy, and every once in a while, my eyes seemed to close. While I was thinking, I looked at the people who were holding me back. The guy standing right behind me caught my eye. He tried to look over my shoulder while he was right behind me. But I acted like I didn’t see, and when I didn’t, my pallu fell over, showing my shirt. I knew what this guy was doing and what he wanted to see. That would look really bad. I couldn’t do anything but stare at the man who was trying to look through my shirt. This person was acting like he could move whenever the bus moved.

When the bus went over a bump or a ditch, he would grab me. Even though I was asleep, I still responded. That’s why I was so angry. I would have done what I thought, but something inside me told me to hold back. What it was that made me stop in my tracks made me not know what it was.

I could tell that his behind was against mine. On the busy bus, no one else could see it. I saw that he was slowly moving his groyne up and down against my back. Very softly so as not to be seen. He looked around quickly to see if anyone was looking at him. I pretended to sleep too, but one eye was always on him. The bus stopped all of a sudden.

Between the way the guy in front of me looked at the ugly guy behind me, I knew they knew each other or were friends. It could have been their plan. I was now right in the middle of them. I didn’t know it, or at least I didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. The man behind me quickly figured out what was going on. He started to spin around. Also, his face was right next to my wife’s shoulder. I also had a pretty low-cut shirt on my back that showed a lot of skin. And because I had both hands on the handle above, it showed my armpits through my sleeveless shirt.

The man improved the speed of his gyrations, which shows that this was making him feel excited. I still responded while I was asleep. The man turned his head to the other side of my arms, which put him right next to my armpits. And he almost looked like he was doing that. The man in front of me started to slowly push me backwards after smelling the smell of my armpits. I was stuck between them very tightly. The man behind me must have been very excited because he put his hands on my behind out of the blue. After holding it still for a moment, he moved his hands in front of me even more.

I’m asleep. So finally, he put his hand on my shirt. He was being very quiet about it, so no one would notice. He lightly rubbed her breasts against her shirt with one finger. He did that for almost five minutes before moving his hand over the part of my waist that was showing. He moved his hands down until they were on the fold of my dress in her lower stomach. He was lying still on my waist.

I clearly didn’t know about any of this. Then he put his hand into my dress, which woke me up with a start. This man quickly pushed his hand deep into my dress, all the way to my crotch. I didn’t even have time to think about what was going on. I mumbled, but I must have known that with his hand in my dress, I couldn’t yell and get his attention. Too bad it would be public.

The man kept his hand inside while I tried to get out. My angry state and the work I was putting into trying to free myself made my face look funny. But I had to be careful not to make other people aware of what was going on. I grabbed one of his hands and tried to pull it out of my dress.

I kept moving around, but all of a sudden the man pushed me down hard, and I stopped for a moment. Because I was hurt, I closed my eyes tight and gripped this man’s hands tightly. The man could see my face, but I couldn’t see him. He started to move his hands in my dress when he saw how I reacted. Moving up and down, or more like in and out,. Were his hands on my genitalia or even inside me? I could feel my cock move. I knew I was being abused on the bus, but I couldn’t control how I felt. My eyes were closed, and my teeth were clenched tight for a short time.

It looked like the man was going to reach down with his hands to touch something below me. As I tried desperately to get free, I could tell that his hands were moving in and out of my dress. I was clenching my teeth the whole time. This man may have done this to other women before because he knew how they would respond. He must have known from past experience that women won’t make a scene or draw attention to themselves when they see you with your hands in their clothes.

He had put his trust in that, and it seemed to be working with me too. He got braver and put his other hand on my chest. And I was sure that his fingers were in my vagina. When I tried very hard to pull his hand away, he would push it in even more, which would freeze me. He was probably in pain or shock.

Over time, he sped up the movement of his hand, and I couldn’t fight back. However, the man also began to squeeze my breasts, which made me feel weak. I let go of his hands because I couldn’t even stand up straight. The two guys on either side of them were staring with big eyes and didn’t notice me. They knew that they were watching us the whole time. But guess what? He liked having people watch.

I made him fuck me from behind by moving his behind against my behind. I wasn’t strong enough to fight. He was supporting my body as I fell backwards onto her. She just stood there still. Another look around showed that no one else was there besides the two guys next to him. His hands were moving quickly, but his head was still.

Because the bus ride was so bumpy and everyone else was busy with their own things, no one could make that out. I almost put my head on his chest because he kept putting his fingers in and out of my genital area. The man felt much stronger and was sure, “I won’t scream or shout.” Taking his other hand off of my shirt, he reached for my dress.

He knelt down and grabbed the bottom of my dress. He slowly pulled it up, showing my legs. Then he pulled it up even more, showing my thigh. When I realised what was going on, I looked scared. But the man put the dress between her and his crotch and pressed hard on her breasts with his free hand. It was enough to make me freeze. I was too tense and scared to speak or do anything.

My dress looked fine from above, but if you looked down, you could see that it had been pulled up to my behind, showing her legs and even some of her buttocks. I was terribly horny. After that, the man skillfully took off his pants and showed off his cock.

His cock was huge. It was aimed at my behind. It made no sense to me. Was he going to get through? I’m in the middle of the bus. From the other side, I didn’t know what to expect. He didn’t do anything else until the bus went over a big bump because he didn’t want to risk how I would respond. He didn’t have to wait very long.

The bus shook back and forth as it went over a rough spot in the road. In order to get what he wanted, the man faked a trip over her and pushed his cock into my vagina. On the first try, it didn’t go in, but it scared me. The bus went over another bump before I could say anything. My eyes widened in shock.

It looked like the man had fallen on me again, but this time he was inside me. Wow, what a sight! He fucked me in the middle of a bus full of people! I was shocked. Only quiet cries were coming out of my mouth. Tears were getting into my eyes. But the man didn’t have time for that. He pushed harder to get even deeper into me.

When he was done, his cock went all the way into my vagina. Then he stood still, as if to see how I would respond. I wasn’t moving either; tears were just building up in my eyes. Without a doubt, I couldn’t get the attention of any other people at this point. I was very weak and unable to help myself. He didn’t seem to be in a hurry, even though he knew I was completely under his control. His cock started to go in and out. I closed my eyes and tightened my teeth once more.

Although he was moving deeply in and out, he was careful not to make the man standing behind him notice him by moving his ass around too much. After fucking nonstop for about a minute or two, my lips split. I could see that her body had started to move, too—to the beat of the man’s body! He tried to keep a straight face so that people who saw him wouldn’t be able to tell what he was thinking.

The guys smiled, and one of them told the guy who had just fucked me something behind his back. He smiled and moved to make room for the new guy. Will the other guy fuck me? I believed. He did that very thing. I guess I knew it was a new guy. Then something very strange happened. As the second guy watched, he grabbed my hand and led it to his behind.

He took his pants off and let my hand in. It didn’t take me long to start fondling his cock while the other guy kept fucking me. The man came all over my hand after I masturbated him to his peak. Soon, the man who was fucking me came after. He took out his dick and jumped on my behind. What an amazing sight it was! It wasn’t possible. I turned into a horny slut because of these guys.

I didn’t understand why they were pulling up their zips. As soon as I turned around, I saw the man in front of me stroking my pussy while he was turned away. He touched me with his finger for a while. I had my eyes closed as other people on the bus kept touching her pussycat. I loved the feeling, even though the noise level of the other people talking made it hard for me to moan harder.

I put on this sexy show for about 10 minutes while the guys looked on in shock. It was almost like she was dancing; her body was on the man in front of me. I went into spasms all of a sudden. I was having an orgasm while my other riders looked at me with lust in their eyes. I had a strong orgasm. As I tried not to moan out loud, I put my face on the man in front of me and hugged him.

The man who was stroking me seemed to have my whole body on him. It hurt a lot when I rubbed my behind hard against his fingers and body. Soon, I was brought back to the real world. I could tell I felt terrible about how I looked. She wouldn’t turn her head or look at anyone. I was lucky that I didn’t have to deal with the pain for long. My bus stop showed up in five minutes. Some people went down there. Thank goodness it wasn’t those guys. I sat down. I got on the bus that was leaving. I want to have the same kind of sex in a week.