My name is Swarna. Am 28yrs old housewife living in Chennai. Am slightly white in skin color with a little bit of fat in my tummy. I am tall at 5'11 with 34DD boobs and shiny black hair till my midriff. You could say I am a homely woman with a sexy body .
My husband Santhosh (32yrs) is a system admin in one of the software companies in Siruseri. We got married 2yrs ago through our family circle. We had lots of safe sex during the starting period. We decided not to have a child till he earned big.
My husband does the 9:00am-7:00pm shift at work. During those hours I feel so bored. I try to pass time by watching TV or surfing the net for new movies. Since our home is located in the outskirts of Chennai with lesser number of houses surrounding us, I had no one to gossip with. Most of the time after doing household work, I visit my relatives and friends to gossip about our daily life events.
During the early days as a couple, we used to have sex twice a day throughout the week which lowered to thrice a week now. You could say I was satisfied with him. He was never aggressive nor a lame dick. He liked to lick and finger my pussy, and watch me squirm under his fingers. We tried various postures in different parts of our house, and made sure both of us were satiated while having sex.
I usually wear saree tucked in slightly below the navel. On one of those fateful days, after meeting my friends I boarded a fully occupied bus which meant I had to travel home standing. I anticipated it to be crowded at the next stop since it was one of the busiest junctions. At the next stop several hawkers boarded the bus along with a woman with her produce(fish) and scales.
When the bus was about to move on, a heavily built man with a backpack on his shoulder and a trolly on the other hand, boarded the bus. My guess was that he must be returning from his hometown. The bus conductor gave him the ticket and asked him to move forward so that more people can board the bus at next stop. The man trudged through the crowd to where I was standing.
He placed the trolly and backpack on the side of a nearby seat and started wiping the sweat on his face. His skin tone was light brown in color. He looked well built with muscular arms and chiselled chest.
The bus ride seemed to be going well until the driver took a tight turn. The bus lurched sideways and forwards. The muscular man was thrown off balance, and fell on me.
Pachhk!!
His lips landed on my shoulder while he fumbled to hold onto a railing by the side.
I felt a chill run down my spine. This was the first time a man other than my husband had touched me of any sorts. I felt like giving him one on the face(slap), but when I saw his ashen face I didnt have the heart to do so. He apologised profusely with a sheepish smile. The ride went on well for another 15mins maybe.
The traffic signal 15mtrs ahead flashed from red to green, the bus driver gunned the bus forward thinking of crossing the signal before it turns red again. We were close to crossing the signal when suddenly the bus jolted to a stop.
