Now, let's see what happened between Prameela and Suraj.
Suraj got up from his seat and came over to Prameela. "What's up?" she asked, looking at him.
"Mom told me to sit next to you," he said.
"Alright, come on," she replied, scooting over a bit.
He squeezed through the tight space between the seats and settled into the window seat beside her. The moment he sat down, Prameela felt a tingling rush through her body. But she wasn't sure how to kick things off.
Just then, as he adjusted himself, his hand brushed against her thigh. A shiver shot through her. He, however, seemed oblivious, staring out the window. A little while later, the bus lights went out, leaving only the dim blue glow of a bulb.
In that faint light, she stole a glance at him. He was wearing shorts, his thighs visible up to four inches above the knee.
That sight jogged her memory--recalling the time she'd seen him in just his underwear at home. Her body heated up even more. Deciding she couldn't hold back any longer, she slowly placed her hand on his thigh.
The warmth of her touch startled him, and he turned to look at her. She gave a small smile, keeping her hand there, and said, "You've got the better deal, huh?"
"What do you mean, Aunty?" he asked.
"You're comfy in those shorts. We don't get that luxury--always stuck in sarees," she said.
"Not true, Aunty. Even people your age wear shorts these days," he replied.
"Hmm, and how would we look in them? It's teenage girls who pull off that hot vibe, right?" she teased playfully.
"No way, Aunty. You'd look amazing in shorts," he blurted out excitedly, then bit his tongue.
Her lips tightened into a suppressed grin. "Oh, really? How would you know?" she asked.
"Uh... well..." he stammered.
"Enough mumbling, spit it out," she pressed.
He took a deep breath and said, "Okay, I'll tell you, but you can't tell Mom."
"I won't, go on," she assured him.
"Promise?" he asked, skeptical.
"Promise," she said, placing her hand over his.
He held onto her hand, closed his eyes for a moment, and said, "I'll tell you, but don't take it the wrong way."
"I won't, just say it," she encouraged, squeezing his hand.
His throat was dry, and after swallowing hard, he said in a shaky voice, "Your thighs are nice, Aunty... that's why you'd look good in shorts." Her nerves buzzed at his words. Her throat went dry too.
Masking it, she asked in a husky tone, "When did you see my thighs, huh?" He trembled slightly with nerves.
In that same tremor, he replied, "One day, after you and Mom went shopping, you tried on leggings at our place. That's when." The memory clicked for her.
"You little devil, so you checked me out completely, huh?"
He grinned shyly and said, "Not completely, Aunty. You had a kurta on, so I only saw your thighs."
"Tch! That's still naughty," she chided.
"I only saw your thighs. But you saw all of me the other day," he countered.
At that, she rubbed his thigh and said, "So you're saying you showed yourself off in your underwear on purpose that day?" He gave an embarrassed smile.
She pressed his thigh lightly and asked, "And did you deliberately bump into me from behind that day too?"
He whispered, "Did it... touch you?"
"I didn't feel anything," she said, hiding a smile.
He placed his hand on her thigh, letting his elbow graze her breast, and asked, "Tell me, Aunty, did it touch?"
She looked at him and said, "It touched me as much as yours is touching me now."
He realized she meant his elbow against her breast. "I got scared that day, Aunty... that's why I didn't press too much," he admitted.
"Hmm... and are you scared now too?" she asked with a mischievous grin.
Understanding her hint, he pressed his elbow harder against her breast. With that pressure, she let out a soft "Sss..." and leaned forward.
He kept his elbow there, pressing her breast while his fingers squeezed her thigh, and said, "Aunty..." in a trembling voice.
"Mhm..." she responded, her voice thick with desire.
"I really like you, Aunty..." he said.
"How much?" she asked, quivering faintly.
"So much that..." he began, scooting closer. She turned her face toward him. He leaned in, about to kiss her lips, when suddenly the bus lights flared on. They both straightened up instantly.
The attendant announced, "Tea break, half an hour," and stepped off.
"Should we get down?" Prameela asked. "Okay, Aunty," Suraj replied. They stepped off together.
As soon as Prameela got down, Kavita spotted her and said, "Come on, let's hit the washroom."
Once inside, Kavita asked, "So, how far did it go?" Prameela blushed.
"Hmm, so things have started, huh? What did my son do?" Kavita teased with a laugh.
"Nothing much yet, just laid a little groundwork," Prameela replied.
"That's good. A strong foundation means what comes next will land solid," Kavita said cheekily.
"Fine, what about you and my son?" Prameela asked.
"Same here, working on the foundation," Kavita said.
"Mhm... you lay the foundation, and later my son will take over the building, right?" Prameela quipped playfully.
Kavita laughed and said, "Let's do something."
"What?" Prameela asked.
"Let's take off our panties," Kavita suggested.
Prameela yelped, "Why!?"
"Just in case our boys get bold by mistake--we don't want no obstacles for them," Kavita said with a wink.
At that, Prameela felt a slight dampness below. Pressing her hand there, she asked, "You think they will?"
"Whether they do or not, we should be prepared, right?" Kavita said, slipping off her panties.
Prameela let out a soft "Mmm..." and followed suit. They carefully folded their panties, tucked them into their bras, and stepped out.
