"You have to come dear. He was like family to us" You mother insists you to attend a close friend's funeral. You try to dodge the bullet but seems like its unavoidable. You get done with your office. Look for flight tickets. Flight tickets for tonight... Woah... the ticket prices can make you bleed. How about train? Yeah... good luck finding a seat there.... Seems like bus is the only option. Ticket availability checked. Overnight journey. All set to leave. You board on the bus at 10 pm. You let your mom know.

You text her

You: Got the bus

Mom: Could you get a sleeper?

You: No. was not available. Reclined seat though. Booked window seat.

Mom: Seat near a girl only.

You: I cant decide that mom. Booked on second last row though

Mom: Okay! Do lemme know when you reach the bus stand. I will send someone to pick you up, Happy Journey.

You: Good night mom

However, the weather is not aligned with the journey. The thunder and the wind are proof for the same. You park your phone in the side seat, Play some good music, recline the seat and doze off.

"Hello! Is this your phone?" A manly yet soft voice breaks your sleep.

Its almost dark in the bus. You cant see him. From the night light you make out that he is wet and he is asking you something. You pull out your earphone to respond.

You: Excuse me

He: Can you please move your phone? This is my seat.

You: Ohh I am sorry

You bring the phone to your palm. While doing so you check its 12 am. Its pindrop silence in the bus, all you hear is people snoring and the driver and the conductor chatting.

He settles himself and apologises to break your sleep. You exchange greetings and get ready for the nights rest.

This is when he says out of knowhere: I am all wet. I gotta change my tshirt. and then he opens his bag to get one. Before you blink he opens his shirt to get to a dry one. While doing so a thunder rumbles. He puts his fingers on his ears. Looks at you and says: I am scared of lightning.

You: Its ok

And thats when a lightning strikes.

You get a glimpse of him.

He is well built. He works out it seems, Shaved chest. Veiny arms. The face is covered with slight beard and the hair is all wet.

He changes his shirt quickly.

Now you are back to reclining.

You cant sleep. Random thoughts keeps you awake. and one of those thoughts is the guy. Is he interested in you? Did he change his shirt on purpose? Are you just overthinking?

Thunder strikes again. This time he grabs your palm hard. You could feel his strength in his squeeze. He can crush you in seconds if he wishes to.

And here comes the next apology.

You ask him to calm down. Infact you propose that he can hold your hand while falling asleep. You wanted him to do more. But cant ask that directly.

Now you are sleeping next to each other holding hands. Is he bad at getting hints?

What else can you do? This thought keeps you up for a while. Then you take the next step by putting your head on his shoulder. He wraps his hand around your shoulder.

You both sleep like this for a while. You keep on thinking. A completely unknown guy, whose name you dont know... But you want him to do something to you... Is it even the right thing to do? No its not. But thats the fun. Aint it? These thoughts keep on growing in your head when you feel a finger slightly touching your nipple on your top.

The touch makes your nipple hard. Is he knowingly doing this? Is it an accident? Only time will tell. You continue playing dead when he does it. But your body cant lie. You are wet. You cross your legs and the touch is giving you goosebumps.

Then happens something evil. He covers his palm on your right boob and give it a slight squeeze.

You want to moan. But you cant. The silent bus does not allow you to let it out. To respond you hold his hand tighter.

He takes that as a green sign. He slides his hand inside your top through your bra to your boobs. Squeeze them hard. Now his skin is talking to yours. His bare hand and his grip is making you go mad. You immidietly remove hand from his hand and put it on his thighs. You pass on the pain by pressing his thighs while keeping the pleasure to yourself. But wait its not just his thighs. There is something else grwoing inside the pants that your palm could feel.

He pinches your nipple and you grab his tee to show that you loved it. He fondles your boobs for sometime before taking his hand down to your pants. He opens the button of the jeans. You feel its unsafe to do so in a public bus. But before you say it he has unzipped you. You roll your eyes go on for an adventure. He puts his hand in your panties. Separate those lips with two of his fingers and start rubbing you with the middle one. While doing so he also checks if the conductor is checking on you.

There are no words spoken. You hardly can see each other. But the act is darker than the night. He rubs you till you cum. After which he licks his finger showing how proud he is for what he did. Its your turn. You are now curious to see how he responds and keep a dry face when you give him the best hand job he ever received.

You put your hand in his tracks. He is not wearing any undies. And there you meet the meat. Its long, thick and veiny. The tip is wet but the shaft is hard. So, hard you want it in you right away. You start with the to and fro motion in the pants. he keeps on checking the conductor while churn out that dick....

Your turn...

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