The day they almost fucked – Part 1

Cold winds coupled with the fragrance of jasmine from the balcony were soothing, but Charvi’s pussy was on fire. Her husband was a snoring, dead log.

Charvi quickly undid the knot of her nightgown, slid her jaded panties down, and started fingering her dry, hairy pussy. Her pussy could cry a thousand rivers, but the gates had to be opened.

Charvi’s husband was not a bad man. Simply put, there was no spark between them.

Charvi tried her best to please herself and then pulled her panties back up but did not care to tie her nightgown back. Her sumptuous breasts were out in the open.

She then, with her left hand, pulled out her phone and started scrolling through her social media feed while playing with her nipples with her other hand. And then, she saw someone in her feed that unsettled her. It was him, Avinash!

Seeing Avinash sent shivers through her spine. He had not been on social media for days, and suddenly he had posted a pic of himself with his wife and a delightfully good-looking child. It had been five years since their marriage, and Charvi had not yet conceived.

Seeing Avinash with his wife and especially with his child made Charvi sad. That good-looking child could have been hers.

Gulping down the melancholy, Charvi started to go down memory lane.

She and Avinash were thick friends during college. They sat together, ate together, hung out late at night, and Avinash would drop Charvi back to her PG on his bike.

A bond had grown between them, and the bond was slowly transforming into sexual tension.

They would often lose themselves staring at each other; a simple touch was electrifying. Charvi had started wearing tighter tops, showing cleavage whenever they hung out one-on-one outside college. Avinash initially stole glances at her heavenly boobs and cleavage. Once, Charvi caught him checking her rack out but didn’t say anything. Avinash was nervous of retribution, but when their eyes met, they both now knew what was going on.

The same day, they were riding a crowded elevator in the mall. Charvi was standing in front of Avinash, and there was only a needle’s distance between them. The sexual tension was unbearable. Avinash could smell Charvi’s feminine fragrance, and Charvi felt a strong muscular aura waiting to hug her from behind. Just then, a few more people joined the crowded elevator. Both their hearts skipped a beat. They knew what was coming; Charvi took a step back and softly landed on Avinash, but it felt like a collision. Her soft ass touched Avinash’s crotch, and it sent shockwaves through their bodies.

Avinash had started getting bigger, and to avoid embarrassment, he slowly tried moving his pelvis backward. He could barely manage it as he wanted to avoid glancing his ass into the man standing behind him. While getting out of the elevator, a passenger slightly pushed Charvi back, and simultaneously, Avinash too could no longer hold onto the acrobatics he was doing and let go of his pelvis forward. His hard penis simply rammed into Charvi’s ass, and it felt so good for both! Charvi was dripping wet, and Avinash too had his precum out. Avinash badly wanted to grab her boobs from behind.

When they got out of the elevator, both their hearts were racing. Both knew what had happened but acted as if nothing had happened.

Although Charvi wanted to tightly embrace Avinash, she maintained a distance when she was riding with him on his bike. They were both embarrassed and did not say anything. To break the ice, Charvi passingly mentioned that her village looks stunning during this time of the year and hastily invited Avinash to visit her farmhouse in the village. Avinash too accepted meekly. Though the plan was made in haste, both were excited. Both decided that they would go to her village the next weekend.

Charvi’s family lived in a village in the Malabar. Her family, though from a village, was affluent. They had a huge traditional Malabar house surrounded by acres of areca, pepper, and coconut farms. Some patches were used to grow paddy as well.

Avinash, on the other hand, was middle class. Over the week, Charvi told her mother that she would be bringing a friend this weekend as he had not seen the Malabar. Her mother was happy and welcoming. She found no foul play and believed her daughter. Charvi’s older sister, though, felt there was something going on between Charvi and Avinash.

Charvi had secured a merit seat in Bangalore while her older sister was not so capable. She had done her diploma locally. Charvi’s sister was also a bride-to-be, soon to be married off to another wealthy land-owning Malabar family.

The day arrived. Both Avinash and Charvi boarded the bus to her village. Continuing the tradition of impressing Avinash with the sight of her blossom, Charvi wore a pink, frilled maxi dress that slightly showed cleavage and accentuated her breasts. But she remembered that they were traveling by public transport to a village and decided to drape a shawl and show her treasures to Avinash only whenever possible.

The bus was sparsely populated. Though Charvi’s village looked stunning during the monsoon, it can be messy, so not many visit during this time.

Charvi was beaming with joy. She was thinking of introducing Avinash to her mother and her mother being impressed by him and accepting him as her son-in-law someday in the future. Avinash simply couldn’t take his eyes off Charvi. That pink dress and black shawl along with her hair let loose was no less than magic. He mustered some courage and, for the first time, told her that she looked beautiful and ran his fingers on her cheek. Charvi was flattered! In a reflex, she gave a peck on his cheek. Avinash was delightfully shocked. The gloves were off. They both knew now that they liked each other.

The bus stopped for a lunch-cum-loo break in an old dhaba in the jungle. Avinash and Charvi ate sparingly. They were hungry for each other and not for food. Just when everyone was boarding the bus after lunch, Charvi felt she had to pee. The dhaba did not have any washrooms. Charvi told this to Avinash, and they decided to go a little deeper into the woods so that no one could see Charvi peeing. Charvi took off the shawl, which had been covering her bosoms for so long, and handed it over to Avinash. Avinash straight away pierced into her milkers. He wanted to touch them badly; his face said it, and Charvi could hear it. But she wanted to tease him.

Charvi picked her spot to pee behind a tree. Avinash stood guard just a tree away. Charvi lifted up her dress. She knew Avinash could see, and she wanted it. Avinash, being the shy one, tried looking away for a moment, but he just couldn’t. There she was, with dress lifted up, her matching laced pink panties were showing. Her smooth, white buttocks were glistening and shinning golden in the setting sun.

Charvi paused before pulling down her panties and thought it would not be right to show her crown jewels so soon. Though she knew Avinash was seeing her all along, she decided to play and turned around. Avinash felt caught and was dumbfounded. Charvi acted as if she was shocked and shooed Avinash with big eyes and a mischievous grin. Avinash had to turn around, feeling embarrassed. But still, he could not believe what he had just seen.

Charvi finished her business. All the passengers had boarded the bus and were waiting for Avinash and Charvi to board. Just as they started heading towards the bus, it suddenly started pouring. Avinash and Charvi held hands and started running towards the bus, which was about a hundred meters away. Their efforts to stay away from the rain failed, and both were now drenched.

Charvi was shivering. Her shawl, which she covered herself shabbily with before boarding the bus, was also wet. Avinash pulled out a blanket for Charvi from his backpack and covered her with it. Charvi felt warm but was still cold. They both settled down in the last seats.

The sun had now set. The bus driver turned off the lights in the bus as the reflections from inside hindered the driving. As the bus started moving, cold wind started to pour in. Avinash, who was already wet, started shivering. He began rubbing his palms while looking at Charvi and smiling. Charvi smiled back. Their eyes locked, and they stopped smiling. Charvi offered to take Avinash into the blanket cover.

Avinash simply moved in. Heaven! And nothing short of it. Both had never been this close, that too wet! Charvi’s wet dress had almost given up, and her side boobs were out fully. They were jiggling and jumping as the bus moved and rubbed on Avinash’s arm. Both had never felt someone like this. Their hearts were racing, and they wanted to kiss one another dry but knew they couldn’t do it in the bus. But no one could stop them from doing things under the blanket.

Avinash held her by the waist and pulled her nearer. They were breathing heavily and waiting for one another to make the next move. Charvi, being the bolder one, did what was unthinkable to Avinash. She slowly took Avinash’s other hand and guided it towards her breasts.

Time slowed down. The bus seemed to be floating in outer space. Slowly, she placed his hand on her right boob. Avinash was finally touching the things he had been dreaming about for so many months. His hands were cold yet sweating. He could feel her heart pound through his hand on her right boob. He then pressed the boob. Charvi let out a small moan and arched her back.

Avinash’s inner animal had awakened. He wanted to pin Charvi then and there, kiss her every hole, and stick his pole deep in her but had to control himself given that he was in a bus. But he couldn’t stop his hands from feeling her bare boobs. He showed both his hands in her dress and grabbed both her boobs. He started kneading them, pinching her nipples.

A fire had been lit in Charvi’s pussy. A fire that made her wet. A fire that made her pussy dripping wet. Charvi’s eyeballs had rolled over to her brain, her mouth was wide open. Avinash, now bolder, moved his left hand southwards. He skimmed through her skin all along. He caressed her once over her panties, and she was already losing it.

Avinash decided that it was time to go for the kill. He slowly started sliding his fingers into her panties. Charvi started to squirm. Avinash almost touched her clit while kneading her right boob. Suddenly, the bus hit the brakes, and the lights went on. Avinash and Charvi were taken aback.

Avinash pulled his hands out of Charvi’s dress in a jiffy, and she adjusted her dress. Charvi’s village had arrived. They now had to deboard.