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.
By the time they reached the bus, their young lads were waiting outside.
Looking at Suraj, Kavita said, "Hey, if you toss and turn in your sleep, it might bother Aunty. Come sit with me." His face fell at her words.
Playing along, Prameela added to Ravi, "She's right, Ravi. Come sit with me instead." Ravi stood there, looking crestfallen.
The boundless disappointment in their eyes made the two friends smirk at each other. Prameela said to Kavita, "Oh, let it be. Why switch midway? If they roll over in their sleep, we'll manage."
"Fair enough," Kavita replied, laughing. "If you can adjust, so can I."
At that, the boys' faces lit up. Just then, the driver, already back on the bus, honked to call the passengers. The four of them boarded, each settling into their original seats, and the bus took off. Five minutes later, the lights went out again.
As soon as the lights went out, Ravi shifted closer to Kavita. At the same moment, she moved toward him, and they ended up pressed against each other.
For Ravi, this new sensation was thrilling beyond words. Caught up in the excitement, he placed his hand on her thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze. Kavita let out a soft "Sss..." and drawled, "What's this, huh? Putting your hand there and pressing like that?"
"It just slipped and landed there, Aunty..." he said, his fingers lightly stroking her thigh.
She hummed, "Mmm..." and pressed herself even closer, saying, "You said you'd tell me something after the lights went out. Go on, tell me."
"What did I say I'd tell you?" he asked, feigning confusion.
"I'm not saying it. You figure it out," she replied. He began tracing circles on her thigh with his finger, trying to recall.
As he drew those circles, a tingling sensation sparked between her thighs. She pressed them together and glanced toward his lap. In the darkness, she couldn't see much. It must've risen, she thought, but how could she gauge its firmness?
She was caught in that dilemma when, still lost in thought, he slid his hand slightly to the side, brushing the inner part of her thigh. That touch sent her nerves into a frenzy.
Clamping his hand firmly between her thighs, she said, "Done thinking? Then tell me."
The softness of her thighs against his hand drove him wild. With his hand trapped between them, desire surged through him, making his body break out in a sweat.
Unconsciously, he let his head slide onto her shoulder and whispered, "Should I tell you, Aunty?"
Overwhelmed with longing, she murmured a dazed, "Mhm..."
He pressed her thigh lightly and said in a shaky voice, "Aunty, no man could resist your butt..."
She let out a soft "Mmm..." moan and asked, "And what did it do to you?"
He turned towards her. She fully faced him too. He pulled his hand from between her thighs, placed it on her waist, and tugged her closer, saying, "Should I tell you?"
She moved with him, whispering, "Mhm..."
He slid his hand lower, resting it on her butt, and rubbed gently. She gave a little jolt and sighed, "Mmm..."
Still caressing her, he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "God, Aunty... do you know how long I've dreamed of touching these?"
She ran her tongue along his cheek and teased, "Was your dream just about touching?"
In response, he gave her butt a soft squeeze. "Sss..." she gasped, pressing herself harder against him as if urging him on, and slipped her hand between his thighs.
His arousal spiked, and he lifted his hand from her butt, trying to slide it under her armpit. She pulled her hand from his lap, guided his back to her butt, and returned hers between his thighs.
He kneaded her butt and pleaded, "Oh, Aunty! Just once, let me press there, please..."
She pressed her thumb against his erection through his pants and purred, "Uh-uh..."
"Please... please... please, Aunty..." he begged, squirming with desperation.
This time, she rubbed his bulge with two fingers and said, "Before we got off the bus and after we got back on, something went missing. Tell me what it was, and then you can touch wherever you want."
