…..Apart from pressing my boob on Rahul’s upper arm and his pressing my thigh, we could not engage in any erotic stuff, since the bus was crowded. Rahul assured me that on the second leg of the journey, the bus would be sparsely crowded, that we could sit in the back seats, and that I could ride  him.

I smiled to myself at the idea of sitting in his lap with his dick buried inside my pussy and let the bumpy bus ride take care of the necessary up and down movements. (I was not wearing panties, and my pajama stitches were removed sufficiently to allow cock to enter my very wet pussy. I knew Rahul was not wearing underwear)