Archana and Sarath's Steamy Bus Journey: Part 2 - Dripping Desires
After Vijayawada - The World Narrows
By 2:30 AM, the bus pulled away from Vijayawada. Families had gotten off. Only a few sleepy passengers remained scattered across the cabin. The last five rows? Empty. The three rows ahead of Archana and Sarath were completely vacant.
A single dim LED bathed their corner in a blue glow. Archana glanced around and whispered, “We're the only ones here…”
Sarath leaned closer, eyes lingering on her lips. “Then maybe I can finally kiss you like I want to.”
She didn't stop him.
Wet Again - And Not Just from Him
Archana pulled the standard-issue blanket the bus provided around herself. It was thin but warm, and she extended it over Sarath as well.
Under the shared cover, Sarath's hand found hers. Their fingers laced. His other hand slowly explored her thigh, then slipped under her dress.
Her breath hitched as he felt the dampness in her panties. He rubbed gently. She pressed her lips shut, trying to muffle the rising moan.
Minutes passed in silence. Then she whispered urgently, “Sarath… I need to pee.”
He paused. “Should I ask the driver?”
She shook her head, flustered. “No. I can't hold it. But I can't go now either.”
Sarath hesitated. Then his voice came, low and trembling: “Let me drink it.”
A Secret Stream - The Drink of Submission
She stared at him, wide-eyed. “You're serious?”
He was already slipping off the seat, kneeling between her legs. “You've given me your body. Let me have all of you.”
She hesitated, cheeks flushed. But she nodded.
He lifted her dress. She hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them down completely, handing them to Sarath. He held them for a moment, then passed them back.
She quietly tucked them into her handbag, heart pounding.
Then she spread her legs. His face hovered inches from her pussy, his lips brushing her folds.
Then she let go. A soft stream. Warm, golden. His mouth pressed fully against her pussy, sealing around it as if drinking from a bottle. His lips formed a tight seal, capturing every drop as it flowed. Her wetness streamed directly into his waiting mouth, his tongue catching every trace.
He drank.
His tongue traced her lips as he swallowed every drop. She bit down on her pink T-shirt collar to suppress her moans. One hand gripped the seat as her release washed over him.
When she was done, she looked down. His lips were wet, his eyes wild.
“You taste like heat and sin,” he whispered.
Her First Time - Deep and Tight
Archana pulled him up and kissed him deeply. “Sit back.”
He obeyed, panting. She slipped her hand under the blanket, gently feeling for his cock beneath his shorts.
She looked up at him, her voice barely a whisper. “Just stay quiet.”
She leaned down between his legs, her lips parting. Her tongue flicked the tip, then slid down the shaft. Slowly, gently, she took him into her mouth.
Sarath bit his lip, stifling a groan. Her pink T-shirt rode up slightly as she moved — her mouth bobbing, tongue swirling around his cock.
She looked up, locking eyes with him while she sucked — her eyes dark with hunger.
After a minute, she let him slip from her mouth, lips wet and eyes glazed with heat. Her breath was shallow, her cheeks flushed.
“Now,” she whispered.
She slowly climbed onto his lap, facing him, her bare thighs straddling his legs. Her breasts were now level with his face, the pink T-shirt clinging to her skin. He looked up at her chest, breath catching, his hands instinctively resting on her waist.
Her soaked pussy hovered just above his cock as she reached down, guiding him with trembling fingers.
Her tip brushed his crown, and she gasped. “So thick…” she murmured.
With aching slowness, she lowered herself onto him, her slick folds parting to take him in. The head slid past her entrance, and she shivered.
“Ahh… oh god…” she whimpered, feeling herself stretch around the girth of his cock.
Her walls hugged him, inch by inch, as he filled her deeper. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her breath catching with every slow descent.
By the time he was fully buried inside her, she was shaking.
Her forehead rested against his. “Just stay like this… inside me,” she whispered, voice trembling.
They stayed still — bodies locked, breath mingling, hearts racing — her pussy throbbing around his cock, savoring the stretch, the fullness, the tension before movement.
Grinding to Climax
Archana began to move, slow and deliberate. She rolled her hips in lazy circles, feeling his cock grind against her slick inner walls.
Her clit rubbed against his base, each motion stroking her nerves like fire. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding herself flush against him, her breasts brushing his lips.
Sarath took her cue, his mouth closing around one nipple through the pink fabric. She gasped, the warm suction sending shockwaves through her spine.
She whispered, “Lick me... more…”
He lifted her shirt, exposing her bare breasts. His tongue swirled around her nipple while she rocked her hips harder now — short, wet, grinding thrusts that made his cock twitch deep inside.
Her moans grew louder. She leaned into his mouth, fingers buried in his hair, clenching each time his cock pushed upward.
Her thighs shook. Her lips pressed to his ear: “I'm going to cum again…”
Then she broke. Her pussy clamped down around him in a vice. Her moan, stifled into his shoulder, was desperate, breathy, raw. She writhed in his lap, coming hard, grinding through every pulse of pleasure.
His Release - Deep Inside
She didn't stop. She kept moving — slower now, but deeper. Her slick heat enveloped him. Sarath groaned, his grip on her hips tightening.
“You're going to make me cum,” he growled against her collarbone.
She smiled weakly, still shuddering. “Fill me… I want to feel it.”
He thrust up into her with a few firm strokes. His cock thickened and throbbed — then erupted.
His cum flooded into her in hot waves. She moaned at the warmth, the stretch, the filthy rush of being filled completely.
Her pussy clenched greedily around him, milking every drop.
They stayed like that, locked together, her chest pressed to his, his arms wrapped tight around her shaking back.
Secrets in the Morning Light
The bus began to slow as dawn peeked over the city skyline. Archana lifted herself off his softened cock carefully, wincing at the wet release that followed.
She reached into her bag, pulling out tissues. They cleaned each other quietly, intimately.
She didn't speak until she was fully dressed again. Then she leaned in, lips brushing his cheek.
“If you ever tell anyone…” she whispered, voice like silk, “I'll deny it. But I'll dream of it every night.”
Sarath looked at her with a lazy smile. “You don't have to say anything. I'll never forget it.”
As the city lights of Hyderabad flickered through the windows, Archana stared ahead, still feeling him inside her.
“The bus journey's over,” she murmured. “But I'm not done riding you.”
