This is about the time when I had to attend a family function near a small village. I had to travel alone due to conflicting schedules. Normally when I travel, I do partake in exhibitionism but try to dress casually.
On my journey to the village, I had taken a bus ( around a 3 hour journey). I was travelling light, just a small bag for clothes for 2 days at most. I was wearing a simple yet elegant golden yellow sari. So I had my normal bra and panties on. A black front open blouse with deep cuts on front and the back. The petticoat was also form fitting, justifying my curves.
The bus was a local one, thanks to last minute booking, filled to an average amount with mostly workers and villagers. On boarding the bus, I had got everyone's attention there ( I had some light makeup on). Then I went on to place my bag on the shelf above and had to stretch my hands, this shifted my pallu (sari cover) and gave a proper show of my entire waist and midriff to passengers on that side. ( I tie my sari way below my navel always, so there was a lot of skin exposed there) That didn't go unnoticed. And I became the object of undivided attention of many people there. Also, even encased in my bra and blouse, my boobs were jiggling continuously, which was very clear when my pallu shifted. I became red with the effect and awkwardly set my pallu back.
I was accustomed to casual gropes on my body in such cases and they did start right away. Some hand would brush against my naked waist, another by my thighs, one near my ass and occasionally around my boobs. They were making me red, but nothing I hadn't experienced before. I they quickly got bored with that. After a while one hand just rested on my naked waist. I gasped in shock and tried to find the source but the bus was packed rather too tightly for me to find out. I gulped down and thought it's harmless so why create a scene.
The next stop approached, many people got off, many climbed on, in this commotion, the hand on my waist moved to the center near my navel and held me tightly from there and just started pulling me back with a sudden push, before I could scream, another hand covered my mouth. I was led like this toward the end corner of the bus. I was overwhelmed and didn't know what to do. The hands were very rough. I started breathing erratically. Things settled for a while after I was pushed there, again surrounded by villagers and workers on all sides, in my flimsy sari.
Then the casual groping resumed, but it wasn't just casual brushes along my body, they were now making obvious squeezes and lingering there. They started with casual squeezes on my side-boobs, thighs, ass and my waist. I wanted to protest and resist, but so many touches on my body in such a tight place. I just started breathing fast and sweating. It was almost an hour without any ventilation or cool air. I started sweating profusely, my hair got a little wet, started sticking near my cleavage and neck. My underarms were sweating, so was my cleavage. But mostly I felt wetness near my cunt. I guess it was sweat and my pussy juices, thanks to continuous groping.
I was standing with one hand raised to hold the support and other trying to resist the foreign touches. Due to the raised hand, my blouse, side-boob and waist were left exposed on that side. Out of nowhere a head came onto my armpits and took a heavy sniff, my mouth left open in shock, during that my 'pallu' was untied from the other end and by the time I compose myself, my pallu was on the bus floor and my enter blouse was left uncovered, as was my midriff. Meanwhile wetness down there just increased. The groping got intense, I think at-least 3 guys were actively involved. Then they un-tucked my sari from the petticoat altogether and I was left standing in my blouse and petticoat, with only half the journey over.
