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That night I waited impatiently for my parents to go out to the party they had planned to go to. I was dying to call Deepak. I knew I could call him from home itself; it was before the days of those maddening cellphones or caller ids. In those days, we could enjoy phone sex without thinking of the bad consequences of someone getting to know the phone number and landing up at our house. I miss those days so much!
That whole day I had been reliving the moments in the bus. I had had encounters in the bus before where someone had pressed against me and some people had even brushed their hands against my ass or my breasts, but nothing like this. Every time I thought about what happened in the bus that day, the bold way his hands had touched me, my pussy lips swelled and I could feel myself getting hot. I couldn’t wait to talk to him on the phone.
It took a long time for my parents to get ready to go out but by eight o’clock, they had left and I was alone in the house. I immediately rushed to the phone and dialed the number that Deepak had given me.
It took two rings before some female picked up the phone.
“Is Deepak there?” I asked, wondering if he was allowed to get phone calls from girls at his house. Anyhow, if he didn’t, it wasn’t really my problem. He had given me the number himself.
She asked my name and I gave her a false name. I could hear the phone being kept back off the hook as she shouted for Deepak that he had a phone call. Ok, first hurdle crossed, I thought to myself. Apparently girls calling him was not a problem.
He came to the phone, picked it up and said, “Hello.”
“I like your voice,” I said, with a smile. And it was true. He had a deep, manly voice.
That made him pause for a moment. Then he asked, “Can I know who I am speaking to?”
“Such a proper way to ask,” I teased him.
He chuckled on his end.
“I am from the bus today…” I said, waiting for him to acknowledge me.
I waited for a moment for him to add something but the silence built into an awkward moment.
“Is that all you can say?” I asked.
“No, no. Wait. I am moving the phone away into another room so I can talk,” he said.
I could hear soft noises of shuffling and then a wooden door closing and the bolt being shut. I couldn’t resist teasing him some more.
“Why are you moving away? We can talk anywhere, no?” I asked mischievously.
“Of course,” he replied, a smile in his voice, “But I am hoping there will be need for privacy with the things I want to tell you.”
“Privacy? Are you going to be indecent with me, Deepak?” I asked.
He waited for a moment without replying.
“I was already indecent with you this afternoon.”
That stopped me short. I took a deep breath and was conscious of the lengthening silence between us. He was waiting for my reply to his obvious start to the conversation that we were meant to be having. I plunged in.
“Yes… and it was nice.”
“Just nice?” he asked.
“Ok, more than nice,” I replied.
He sighed. “It was heavenly…”
I felt my pussy start releasing its juices. I had been in a high state of arousal all that evening anyway, reliving the things that happened in the bus that day. And his voice and the fact that I was actually talking to him about it made me hot.
“What is your name?” he asked suddenly. “You know my name so it’s only fair that I know yours,” he said.
“Babli,” I said, giving him my nickname. I was not so stupid as to give him my real name.
“Babli, that’s a nice name,” he said. “It suits you.”
“How?” I asked.
“It is very feminine. And you are very small. I mean, short and sweet, just like your name.”
I didn’t like people referring to my height, especially when they called me short or small. I was a little short but I thought it made me cute. And anyway, he had no business calling me short as I was the perfect height for him to have ground his cock into me from behind. I felt snubbed.
“You think I am short?” I asked him a little testily.
He backpedaled fast. “No, no. Not like that. I think you’re the perfect height. I just thought your name is cute like you.”
That was better. I liked being called cute.
“It was really thoughtful of you to give me your number,” I said. “I didn’t think you would think to do that and write it and hold it out of the window so fast.”
He laughed. “Yes. I just didn’t want you to go away without giving you a chance to contact me, you know? So I just asked pen and paper from an uncle standing next to me and wrote it out. It was just luck that the uncle had it and I thought of it, otherwise I would have lost you,” he confessed.
“Yes. It was just luck,” I answered back.
I was not referring canlı bahis şirketleri to just the phone number anymore. I thought it was luck that I happened to meet him in the bus that day when I was really horny and needed someone. I had gone into the bus with the express purpose of pressing against someone, but I hadn’t thought that my wish would come true in such a wonderful manner. It was truly luck.
Maybe Deepak understood what I was referring to.
“Yes, it was luck,” he said, echoing me in a soft voice.
I was tired of this random talk. I wanted to get to the real reason I had called him but didn’t know how to steer the conversation to sex talk. I really wanted to talk to him dirty.
Again he seemed to sense my thoughts.
“You are a daring girl,” he said.
I smiled. “Yes, but you are daring also,” I commented.
“True. It was a really full bus and people could have caught us, but when I knew that you were allowing me to touch you, I really couldn’t stop myself,” he admitted.
“I know,” I said. “When did you know that it was ok to touch me?”
“I don’t know… I started by touching you lightly. I knew I could blame it on the motion of the bus and say sorry if you turned out to be one of those prudish girls. But as I kept brushing your behind, you didn’t say anything,” he said.
“Yes, I liked it. I had actually got into that crowded bus just because I wanted someone to press against me,” I confessed.
“Really?” he asked.
“Really,” I said.
“Oof, I have never met a girl like you,” he said and I could hear him sigh.
“And then? When you kept brushing me? Then what?” I prompted.
“And then I think you pushed back towards my hand slightly? Or maybe I got more bolder and touched you in a way that couldn’t be blamed on the motion of the bus anymore. Anyway, before I knew it, I was pressing myself into you.”
“Yes, I could feel you… hard… against me,” I said.
This pronouncement was met with a silence.
I swallowed out of nervousness and continued.
“It felt so good having a hard thing pressing into my soft ass,” I whispered.
I could hear his indrawn breath on the other side of the line.
“What are you wearing?” he suddenly asked.
“The same thing I was wearing in the bus today,” I answered. “I haven’t taken it off yet.”
“That means you are still….”
“Yes. In the same clothes.”
“No, I meant, you are still wearing the same panties also?”
Deepak took a deep breath.
“What are you wearing?” I asked him.
“I changed to a ganji and track bottoms as soon as I came home,” he replied. “More comfortable.”
“Did you think about me?” he asked next.
“Yes,” I told him. In fact, I couldn’t get my mind off him the whole time. I kept thinking of everything that had happened.
“What did you think?” he asked.
“Just… about what we did,” I replied, coyly.
He was having none of it. “What specifically?” he asked.
I took up where we had left off.
“When you touched my breast and pressed it, it felt so good,” I murmured.
“It was so soft,” he whispered back.
His voice was starting to get a little breathless. Mine was too.
“And when your big rough hand squeezed my breast, I could hardly contain my sigh of pleasure.”
“Me too. I was so close to moaning into your hair or your neck, but I had to grit my teeth all the time I was touching you everywhere because it was such a crowded bus…. My God, every time I think about it, it seems like a miracle.”
“Yes, I know. Especially when you tried to put your hand inside my salwar. I wonder if anybody has touched to that extent in a bus,” I said.
“I don’t know about anybody else, but I have,” he said mischievously.
“Tell me more,” he begged. “About how you felt.”
“Only on one condition,” I told him. I wanted something out of this conversation.
“What?” he asked immediately.
“I want you to touch yourself as we talk,” I said.
“I am already doing that, Babli,” was his tortured groan.
I smiled to myself. It was time to do the same then. I settled a little comfortably on the sofa I was sitting on and spread my legs, putting my hand between them, over my salwar. I cupped my pussy as he had done earlier in the day.
“What are you doing?” he asked, trying to interpret the sudden silence.
“Doing what I asked you to do,” I whispered.
“Where? Where are you touching yourself?”
“Where your hand was in the bus,” I replied.
“On your breast?”
I realized he had touched me in a lot of places. I had to be specific.
“No, in the end, when you were touching me… between my legs.”
“Ah. There. God, yes. I am so grateful that you allowed me to touch you there. It gave me a good grip on you to hold as I was moving against you.”
“It felt great,” canlı kaçak iddaa I replied, “especially when you were squeezing me down there.”
I made my hand replicate his motions of earlier that day as I remembered him doing that. I squeezed and released my pussy, the same way he had done as he thrust his hard cock into my round ass from behind me. The only thing missing now was the hard thrusting. I opened my legs a little more, laying my thighs well apart shamelessly as I thought back and squeezed my oozing pussy. My juices had really started leaking now and I could feel myself getting wet through the two layers of my panties and my salwar.
“It felt great for me too. Tell me,” he said softly, “did you really feel my hardness pressing you?”
“Yes,” I breathed. “I could feel your cock directly on my ass. Sometimes on one of the cheeks, sometimes in the crack between the two cheeks.”
A soft moan was my answer to this revelation.
“I could feel the outline of it clearly,” I said. “What were you wearing? Jeans?”
“Yes,” he said. His voice had become heavy with arousal now.
“Hmm… maybe your zip was also part of the hardness then,” I said. “Jeans are great for rubbing against.”
“Accha? How many jeans have you rubbed against?” he asked.
“Oh, a few,” I replied nonchalantly. “I told you that was the purpose of my boarding the bus today. I have done it a few times before…or maybe I should say have it done to me. It’s always quite good, especially when I was in the mood I was in today. But today you made it extra special. No one had touched me the way you did.”
“What was your mood today?” he asked.
“Horny,” I replied simply.
“Ah, God. You are quite a girl,” he said in a tortured voice.
I decided to check up on him.
“Are you touching yourself?”
“Yes, I told you I am,” he replied.
“Good. Me too. Wait, let me get this salwar loose,” I said. In the silence following that, I loosened the tie of my salwar and slipped my hand inside. I moved the hand over my panty first, but then finding it absolutely soaked, decided to move inside, directly to my pussy.
There was heavy breathing on both sides as I was doing this. I decided to move the temperature up a bit.
“I have my hand where you didn’t touch me,” I said into the receiver.
“Where?” he asked immediately.
“Where you were struggling to put your hand, but it wouldn’t go.”
“Inside your salwar?” he asked.
I nodded, before realizing I was on the phone. “Yes,” I said out loud. “And inside my panties too,” I added for good measure.
He groaned again.
“Where are you touching yourself?” I asked.
“Inside my bottoms too. I have my cock in my hand,” he replied.
I swallowed and ran my finger into my slippery gash, between my pussy lips.
“Are you rubbing it?” I asked.
“Yes. In slow movements. What about you?”
“I have my middle finger between my pussy lips now,” I whispered.
“Oh God. That makes me so hard,” he said. “You are such a great girl.”
“I am so wet and slippery down there.”
“Yes, I can imagine. I could feel you hot and wet even when I was cupping your pussy in the bus. It was so apparent, even through the salwar and panties.”
“Yes, when I get aroused, I really start to get so drippingly wet,” I said. “Tell me what you are doing now.”
“I have my cock in my fist and I am stroking my hard cock.”
“Oh God, yes. Does it feel good?”
“It’s the best feeling in the world. Especially with you whispering into my ear about what you are doing.”
I agreed. It was something else. He was great to have phone sex with. He was not shy and not intimidated by my forwardness. But I had expected that, with the tone already set by what I had let him do to me in the bus. That’s why I was so desperate to talk to him.
“You know I have my legs spread wide to touch myself. I am sorry I couldn’t spread them more in the bus… there was no space.”
“I know,” he said in a strangled voice. “There were so many people around. But it was okay. I got my hand between your legs to your pussy anyway, didn’t I?”
“And I squeezed your pussy so hard. That felt so satisfying, squeezing your boobs and pussy. Did it hurt?”
“A little but it was a nice hurt,” I replied. “Especially with the boobs. Once when you pinched my nipples so brutally, I almost shouted.”
I cradled the phone with my ear and shoulder and moved my second hand to my boobs, replicating the vicious pinch he had executed earlier. I took my engorged nipple between my thumb and fingers and pinched and pulled savagely. The fingers between my legs were already moving back and forth on my clit.
“Mmm… yes. You have beautiful, round boobs,” he said. “So big, especially for your frame. And your nipples, they were like little hard bullets. I didn’t want to hurt you by pinching but they were scraping hard canlı kaçak bahis against my palm and I was so mad with trying to touch and squeeze your soft boobs and when you tried to remove my hand, I was mad with desire and took them between my fingers and pinched.”
“I was afraid someone would see…” I whispered. “That’s why I tried to remove your hand. Even though I didn’t want you to….”
“Yes, I understood it later. But in the heat of the moment, I wanted to keep touching your boobs. I was going to put both hands on them from behind and hold you with both of them squeezed in my hands while pressing into your ass, but you took hold of my hand and moved it.”
“I am sorry, I didn’t want to. I just thought someone would see your hand touching my boob like that,” I repeated.
He sighed. “Yes, I know. But it was ok. I got to touch your pussy. Maybe if you hadn’t removed my hand from you boob, I wouldn’t have tried to find an alternate place.”
I giggled. “True. You know what I really wanted? For you to put your hand inside my salwar and my panties, like I am doing now,” I said.
I was gently stroking my middle finger back and forth against my clit by then. I was aroused almost to overwhelming levels and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I would cum.
“Tell me what you are doing,” I said.
“Stroking my hard cock, up and down, inside my fist. You know what I really want now? I want this to be your hand that is pumping my cock.”
“I thought about reaching behind me this afternoon in the bus, but then thought that people could make out what we were doing, so didn’t. I didn’t want to stop what was going on by getting caught. But I wanted to reach my hand back and touch your directly on your hardness. And caress it and squeeze it, like you were rubbing and squeezing my pussy.”
“Oh, God,” he groaned. “I am so hard right now, Babli.”
“And I am so wet and slippery. I am rubbing my finger harder and faster now. I want you to rub yourself faster too, Deepak. I want you to finish with me, ok?”
“Ok,” he croaked out.
For a while there were just sounds of heavy breathing as we both concentrated on our ends. I flicked my finger back and forth crazily, applying pressure. I closed my eyes and pictured him sitting on a sofa too, his hand disappearing into his track suit bottoms and the front of his bottoms moving wildly as he pumped himself with his hand around his hard cock.
“Pump it harder, Deepak,” I moaned into the receiver.
I could hear his soft groans now as he did what I asked him. My own hands reached a feverish pace and I lifted my hips and ground my clit into my finger and I rubbed it up and down, knowing I was close to my orgasm.
“Ahh… God, I am so close… are you getting close too?” I asked between breathless gasps.
“Yeah,” he replied, elongating that one syllable into a long groan.
“Good boy,” I said. “I am rubbing myself so hard, Deepak. I wish this was your hand inside my panties, rubbing my clit. It’s throbbing so bad, oh God!” I rambled incoherently.
My answer was just gasps and moans from the other side.
“I have my eyes closed and I am seeing you working your hand up and down your hard cock… feels so good… my hand should be there and your hand should be dipping into my wet pussy… Oh God… this is heavenly…” I continued rambling on with whatever came into my head. I barely knew what I was saying.
Suddenly I could hear a difference in the noises coming from the other end. His moans had changed to a single long tone and I imagined him squeezing his cock, on the edge of orgasm.
That was all I needed.
My finger tripped over my hard clit a couple of times and I felt myself go over the edge. I also let out a large moan as my orgasm shook me from the depth of my belly and between my legs. My pussy spasmed and shuddered in my hand as I pressed down on my clit, milking my clit as I imagined Deepak was milking his cock. I felt my hand sticky with my juices the same I knew his cum had poured all over his fist inside his track suit bottoms. We both were sticky and sated with our orgasms.
I could feel him winding down by his breath on the phone. His breathing had evened out a bit, even though he was still gasping a little.
“Babli…” he said faintly.
“Was it good?” I asked, my own voice scratchy from the breathless state it was in.
“It was the best,” he answered, with a sigh.
“Mine was the second best for today,” I whispered.
“Please meet me again,” he begged.
I didn’t want him to do that. I didn’t want to go on this track after we had just finished masturbating to each other on the phone, with my finger still buried in my sopping wet pussy and his hand presumable still around his now soft cock. It was not a suitable end to our phone sex.
I whispered, “I will call you again… later.”
And carefully dropped the receiver back into its cradle on the phone.
I had plans for Deepak and how we could take the mutual sex further, but now was not the time or place to execute those plans. I would definitely meet him, but on my terms and my time. I would call him back soon…
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