My early summer vacation was about to end. I was on my way back to Punaar, a small town situated south of India. I was an engineering student reading at the Punaar Institute of Technology and Sciences. It was a decent enough college but my purpose in choosing the place was different. In the short period that I had spent in the place, I realised that my academics had very little to offer. The small town had lots of problems which allowed me to fashion plenty of business ventures.
Apart from the handy start-up experiences and a decent amount of cash, the town offered me a lot more. It was a place full of deities and desires.
As I got off the train, I waited for the public bus. I was willing to sacrifice comfort for the live pornography I had on offer. Punaar lived in an extremely hot and humid climate. On this particular day, strong heat waves were flowing. A Punaar local bus meant a lot of standing passengers. Female passengers. Female passengers with their arms lifted up for support. Female passengers in the hot, humid, and blazing heat of the afternoon.
The bus made a squeaking stop. I lifted my duffle bag and managed my way through the packed aisle. The sex ratio of the bus represented the sex ratio of Punaar. One would hardly see a crowd of men in the town, it was largely female dominant. As I made my way deeper into the crowd I could smell a mixture of female odour, sweat, worn-off deodorant, musky smell of clothes wet with perspiration, and pheromones. The air around me was moist and warm. The bus was packed with a variety of standing women. They were in sarees, corporate employees in light-coloured cotton shirts buttoned down to allow ventilation, students in school uniforms, maids drenched in sweat irrespective of what they wore. I could see sweat stains on armpits, necklines, on their backs showing the shape of the bra they wore, and for some even a triangle above their butts.
As the next stop arrived I was sandwiched between layers of sweaty ladies. In Front of me stood a tall, thin woman wearing a mustard yellow coloured salwar kameez which made it hard to distinguish if the yellow in her pit stain was from the garment or her filth. As the bus took a sudden jerk she grabbed the support over her head lifting her slender arm. Her strong rose perfume was taken over by her stronger stench that diffused out of her sweaty underarm. Her moist and warm back collided against me as the bus changed speeds. Her jiggling breasts were smaller than the more busty woman standing behind me.
She had a broad build and wore joggers under her tight grey t-shirt. I could see her neck glistening with sweat which made me curious about the intensity of wetness of her armpits. The slender woman in front of me held her hair which was tied into a thick braid and put it over her shoulder allowing the back of her neck some ventilation. I felt a hot and humid wave of air that had the aroma of body oil, unwashed hair, and sweat. Trying to get more of the tempting stink I took a deep breath. After a couple of sniffs, the odour turned into the smell of sweaty socks. Instinctively, I turned around to see the other woman scratching the shin of one leg with a shoe off from the other.
"I am sorry! I know I stink." she said apologetically "It's been an extremely hot day."
"It's alright." I said, smiling back nervously.
"I feel so sticky and scratchy!" she said with a disgusted look on her shining face, not expecting a reply.
The bus took a sudden turn and her shoe slid under the seat beside me. My duffle blocked access to retrieve it. The young lady looked at me with expectant eyes.
"I got it." I said kneeling on the floor. The new altitude enabled me to notice large patches of sweat on her thick thighs. I could smell the odour of her sock even better now which she made no effort in concealing. I could feel the bulge under my pants grow. I bent down to see the shoe just near the edge. I had no intentions of returning it soon. I got under the seat where no eye could see what I was doing, pretending to grab it from deep inside. I applied pressure on the sole of her shoe and sweat started seeping out of it. The pungent and acidic smell infused with the material of her shoe was very pleasant. After a short delay, I pulled it back out and slid the shoe back near her leg.
While I was getting up the bus jerked again. Her stubbly and sweaty armpit came inches to my face as she leaned forward. I saw the dark patch of pit stain which was wetter than her dark glistening armpits. "Thank you.. " she said with an embarrassed smile on her face.
With my hands inside my pocket, I said "No problem."
