NOTES: This is a Christmas-themed CFNM story with very mild humiliation and some male/female sexual activity, but no intercourse. Though this story is not intended to offend, some of its cultural depictions may be troubling to sensitive readers. All of the characters featured and mentioned in the story are over the age of eighteen. This is a work of complete fiction. Happy Holidays!
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It was a cloudy, disappointingly grey summer's morning in Sydney, Australia. I was sitting on a public bus looking at a pic of a big breasted, dark haired, bikini-clad woman posing seductively on a crowded beach.
I'd Google image-searched the words "Busty Israeli Girls" on my phone, and the results were very hot indeed.
It was a few weeks out from Christmas, and I was on my way to a large shopping centre to pick up some gifts.
The shops were so busy at this time of year that I decided to leave my car at home because it was so difficult to find a parking space. The urgency and fevered desperation of Christmas drivers also put me on edge.
I always got bored on the rare occasions when I travelled by bus, and being a sex-obsessed 25-year-old Aussie male, I usually passed the time by sneakily looking at images of naked women on my phone.
I'd seen two very sexy, young, presumably Israeli girls -- one of them with enormous, heavily swinging breasts gloriously on display in a tight t-shirt -- on my walk up to the bus stop, which had prompted my in-transit Google search.
I swiped excitedly through the other images that came up on my phone, and it was nothing short of a cavalcade of beautiful, big breasted, sexily alluring Jewishness.
I loved women of all religions, nationalities, ages, shapes, colours, sizes, dispositions, socio-economic backgrounds and political persuasions, but right now, Israeli girls were really getting my dick twitching.
The bus was fairly quiet, with only a few other people on board, all of whom were sitting up the front.
I was up the back, which meant that I could check out the sexy images on my phone without fear of being caught.
I heard the gears of the bus shift and grind, and the big vehicle quickly pulled over to a bus stop.
I looked up and saw a Muslim woman getting on board. She was dressed from head to toe in black robes, which covered her body completely.
Covering her head was a hijab, while a niqab veil wholly covered the woman's face and left only her eyes visible, which peered out from the dark fabric. Her other features were totally obscured.
The Muslim woman carried a small shopping bag, and efficiently tapped on with her Opal card before moving onto the bus.
She looked around, and her eyes settled on me for a moment. She headed up the aisle of the bus, easily navigating her way as it pulled away from the curb.
The woman looked at me, and her deep brown eyes literally sparkled from out of her veil.
Her eyes carried a look of true mischief, and what little I could see of her skin was rich and caramel in colour.
The near-all-covering robes, hijab and niqab gave me no idea of the woman's body shape or age, though she was fairly short and rounded in stature.
A few faint wrinkles around her eyes suggested that she was likely in her mid-thirties.
Despite the fact that there were empty seats all around us, the woman gave me what looked like a slight smile, and then sat down right next to me. I quickly slipped my phone into my pocket.
The woman then slid her body further toward me on the seat, and I instantly felt her warmth pressing against my side.
She was much, much closer to me than she needed to be, and I thoroughly enjoyed the sensation.
The Muslim woman's option to sit next to me on a near-empty bus totally breached unofficial public transport etiquette in Sydney.
You only sit next to another passenger on the bus if you absolutely have to, so I was quietly surprised by this very curious move. I was also intrigued.
Being a constantly horny, sexed up exhibitionist who loves slyly getting his gear off for groups of women in public, I'm always on the lookout for potential naughty fun.
I'm in great shape, and very, very well hung, so interesting opportunities often present themselves.
Most of my sexy fun happens around Sydney's secluded bays and beaches, and I never imagined that a Christmas bus trip could turn into something raunchy.
I cheekily hoped that this woman might invite me back to her place for some cross-cultural between-the-sheets action. Sitting right next to me certainly suggested that she was up to something.
I'd never had sex with a devout Muslim woman before, and the thought of peeling off the layers of my fellow passenger's elaborate robes started to get me hot.
Would she be curvy? Would she have big breasts? Whether it was true or not, I'd heard that devout Muslim women didn't wax or shave, so I imagined a big, black, furry bush between the woman's coffee-coloured thighs.
I shivered pleasurably at the thought. This Muslim woman was really getting my juices flowing.
I'd been jerked off by an eighteen-year-old Lebanese schoolgirl a few weeks prior to my bus trip, and I'd had a sensational one-afternoon-stand with a beautiful Iranian woman that I'd met in a supermarket, but outside of that, my sexual dalliances with ladies of the Middle East had been disappointingly limited.
I hoped that this mysteriously enshrouded woman might help with my inexperience when it came to the sensual delights of the Arabic world.
I also giggled internally at the irony of the fact that only a few moments before her arrival, I'd been gazing longingly at images that represented her polar opposite: busty, near-naked Israeli girls in bikinis.
As the bus moved around bends and forged onward through Sydney's suburban streets, the robed woman leaned heavily into me, pushing her body against mine suggestively.
At one point, I even felt what I was certain was the soft sponginess of her breasts pressing into my rib cage.
The woman looked across at me and her deep brown eyes radiated beautifully from her niqab, literally alive with knowing naughtiness and mischief.
I had no real idea due to her hijab and face veil, but I fancifully sensed that this woman was likely gorgeous.
Then, out of nowhere, I felt her left hand suddenly resting on my leg, her olive-skinned fingers spread alluringly across my right thigh.
A surge of electricity pulsed through my body at her surprising, illicit touch. I shivered gently with delight.
I couldn't believe that she'd made such a brazen move. I looked across subtly at the woman, and I again saw her eyes sparkle naughtily at me.
She then rubbed my thigh over my fitted denim shorts, which reached down nearly to my knees. I shivered again with pleasure.
I then watched in shock as her hand wandered up from my thigh and then languidly made its way up to my waist. I didn't know what to do.
