Poking A Married Woman From India in NJ Transit Bus - Sex Stories

Poking A Married Woman From India in NJ Transit Bus

Wednesday October 31st, 2012 was quite a day! Almost 95% of South Brunswick Township was affected by Hurricane Sandy. I lost power in my Condo and so did all the folks in my community. I work in mid-town Manhattan and getting to work was out of the question. There was no internet connection either. I spoke to my boss over the phone and informed him of my reluctance to get back to work even though the storm had passed. "Sid, get your butt out here!" he yelled. "But Mike, there are no train services into Manhattan," I replied calmly. "I don't care. You walk, run, or drive. I want you to be here by 11:00 a.m. today." "Sure Boss, I replied." I was planning to hit the gym and have a good time. At the age of 39, I am 5'10" fit, brown skinned, having fine biceps, firm palms and great smile. I dress well and receive compliments all the time. I rushed to my neighbor Ashish and discussed the situation. This guy was well tuned with the transit system. He recommended taking the suburban bus off route 27 near Durga temple and even volunteered to drop me off at the bus stop. Though he said the bus will be packed and travel time is more, he was certain that I would get to the city. I took a quick shower but didn't care to shave my 7 'O clock shadow, changed into my black wool pants, black dress shoes, lavender dress shirt and my dress belt. I Dumped my laptop into my bag and headed to the bus stop. I was in time to catch the 9:00 a.m. bus coming from Princeton. I said many thanks to Ashish ...

... and boarded the bus. The bus was packed with commuters. I brushed past all the folks standing to the back of the bus. That's when I saw her. The most beautiful East Indian woman at the back of the bus. I stood behind her. The bus driver announced, "This is it folks. No more stops, next stop is Manhattan." As the bus jerked forward, the woman fell on my chest. I held her gently while touching her butt. She was about 42 years, 5'3", slim, fair, medium hair. She was wearing a light brown dress with polka dots and tall brown boots. "Sorry," she whispered. "No problem," I said. It took a long time to get to the turnpike. Next time the bus lurched forward, I said in a loud voice to the driver. "Watch it over here! People can't handle the bumps." Hearing this she smiled a bit. Since the bus was moving slowly and people were taking naps, the lights were off. The driver hit the brake one more time. This time, I moved forward and my crotch touched her butt. It was a great feeling. I had a hard-on instantly. I didn't move or apologize waiting for her reaction. She kept staring forward. I saw her wedding ring on her finger. I dared a bit more and rubbed my hard crotch between her butt. Still no response. I got real hard now. I leaned my head towards her shoulders and could hear her slight moan. I started going up and down on her butt with my crotch, she looked back at me and was very nervous. "I am Sid," I whispered into her ears. She stuttered and said, "Mala." I worked my hands through ...