I would like to thank Roja Rana, for editing my story to make it more readable for my readers.
This story is in continuation from "Fateful Day" about my experience with my cousin from 20 years back.
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After choosing my sexiest outfits, I take one last look at myself in the full-size mirror. But before that, I turn to close the window in the hall. As I do that, I again see the same uncle watching intently towards my window. I didn't know what to react, but his stare heated me further as I slowly shut the window.
I went to the mirror and admired myself... straight hair with just the right amount of curl to bring it up above my hip area. I wore a band on my hair, but that gave me a childish look. It did not go well with my lacy sleeveless top. So I removed the band and put two clips above each ear sideways that gave me just a perfectly serene and sexy look.
I pouted my lips as I saw my 34c breasts seemed fuller without a bra, but with good support from the tight lace of the top just below them. The frill below it gave a perfect look as it stopped inches about my skirt and just enough gap to show off my sexy navel. I was very proud of it. The skirt was not too short but just enough to show my thighs. I wore nice black medium heel sandals to accentuate my hips and long legs.
I looked at the clock and I had a little over an hour. So I took the keys, small purse, my license and locked the door.
It was 10 mins to 11 am; so it was getting warm already. I went to the car and happily sat in and turned the keys.
'krrr.. krrr.. krr..' it went. I waited a few tense seconds and gave it another try.
'krrr... krrr... krr...' no ignition. damn!
I saw the headlights button was turned on. I was warned by dad that this can drain off the batteries and I should turn them off when I disembark the car. Did it really drain the battery dead?
I did not have enough time to find out. Nor could I remember where the nearest garage was. All I could think was I had such huge plans to impress Amit by driving the car myself to pick him and all this would be a big flop.
No no... I can't let it happen. I prayed and again turned the keys after turning off every other damn button.
'krrr... krrr...' still no start. I was about to panic now.
I looked at my watch, it was almost 11 am now. I flung the car door open and stepped out in heat; shut and locked the door and started walking towards Naka.
(Naka is a place just outside a society where one gets an auto-rickshaw; that is a rental three-wheeler ride).
Normally, there are 3-4 rickshaws always there; but today there were none!! damn! damn! How can this happen today?! I just kept cursing in my breath looking for any auto nearby on the road. How can there be none at Naka or even on the road!
Suddenly, I had an idea and walked around 100 meters to reach the bus stop just as a bus arrived. Luckily, it was going to Kalupur (Ahmedabad railway station) and I pushed my way to get in.
It was the most crowded bus I ever got into without thinking. It was jam-packed as it was officially time for most travellers. I could hardly move as I was squeezed between mostly male passengers. I rarely travelled by bus since we got the car a few years back.
My breasts were almost squishing on the front passenger's back and my back and sides were all being squished with hardly any space. Luckily, I am above average height for a female and was able to breathe.
I had to survive more than an hour in this heat and crowd. So I simply grabbed the handle at the top bar and closed my eyes thinking of Amit and how we will spend time together.
As I almost dozed, I could feel a hand over my bum area. At first, I thought it was just by accident. But then this hand started to gently squeeze my ass. I did not want to make a scene, so I thought to better close my eyes so that the person will stop as I am sleeping.
I was so wrong! Assuming I was sleeping and did not protest, this hand now moved to the centre of my ass cheeks and his fingers started rubbing over my crack.
Oh no! It just occurred to me that I was not wearing my normal panties and thongs will barely protect me. This fellow must have realized too as his fingers started to crumble my skirt so it rose higher.