Right after I graduated from college, I got a fairly comfortable job at a fairly large telecommunications company in South Bandung. Just walking distance to Pondok Indah Mall. Meli, my future wife, then followed me to Bandung and worked at a bank in Bintaro. Our love journey could be said to be quite smooth.
It really was a perfect life. I’m not a strange person either. I was raised in a fairly religious and very orderly family. Throughout my life history, you can count how many times I broke the rules or norms. My biggest naughtiness was just drinking tomi (a tilted hat in case you’re wondering) and a little magadon, during a mountain climbing event in high school. But that was then.
Sometimes it feels empty. Life feels like a toll road, without obstacles, smooth without turmoil, full of rules. Sometimes I want to rebel once in a while, break the rules. Once in a lifetime. I move in the middle of a crowd of touts to find my bus. Sumber Alam. My subscription for the past 2 years.
“Sister, Business Natural Resources hasn’t arrived yet, has it?” I asked a counter clerk. Sweet too. A sweet item, actually.
“Dereng bro, Jogja, right? Mangke for half an hour instead…,” Why, why do you speak Javanese? “Nuwun, sis.”
I sat waiting. Bus fumes are really suffocating. I felt myself short of breath. I’ve never liked the crowds and crowds of Bandung. But I was stuck, I had to look for upa (“looking for rice”) in Bandung.
Not long after that the bus came too. AB 26889 BK. I rushed up. 14A. two seats. I deliberately looked for a seat right under the AC. So you can sleep soundly. I immediately closed my eyes. Reduces noise caused by people passing by looking for a place to sit.
“Mas, mas, sorry…,” there was apparently a melodious voice. I opened my eyes.
“Sorry, can I exchange with my husband? My husband got a ticket for a seat on the opposite side. Because I just bought the ticket earlier.”
I saw the mother who greeted me earlier. Then I saw her husband smiling and nodding at me across from our seat, carrying a child who was about 6 years old.
“Oh, ma’am, I’m sorry, it’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just that I deliberately chose a place under the AC ma’am. I’m sorry,” I replied somewhat reluctantly. It wasn’t anything, but I really don’t like being bothered by the problems of people who are late in buying tickets like this couple.
The mother pouted. “Okay, pa, let’s give in. I’ll sit next to this guy.”
Whatever. I closed my eyes again.
This trip would actually be fun, if I didn’t have to listen to the whining of a 5-year-old who never seemed to shut up. Not to mention the voices of the mothers next to me, who oh my, were so talkative. I was so annoyed.
It started to rain. The water dripped forming grooves on my window. Still stuck in Cawang. Damn.
Luckily Cikampek wasn’t congested. Vehicles started to roar, picking up speed. I saw a spread of green accompanied by the heavy rain on the left side of the toll road. The sound of raindrops pounded loudly on the roof. People were starting to look sleepy, and it seemed like the atmosphere was getting so quiet. Ugh, so romantic. If only Mei was beside me, her head would be resting on my shoulder, and her arms would be around my arms. If only…
I looked to the side. The mother was now busy feeding her child. The father was busy with his PDA. A typical Bandung family, in their late 20s and had just had a child. It seemed like a well-off family. But why were they taking the bus? Ah, who cares. I closed my eyes again. It was getting dark.
“Announcement, ladies and gentlemen. We apologize that there was a technical problem that caused the night light to not turn on,” said the bus conductor, surprising me.
“huuuuu,” the passengers replied in unison. Great. I hate dim night lights the most. I like the dark the most. I will definitely sleep soundly tonight. It will be a long journey to Yogyakarta.
I glanced at my watch. 9 pm. Everyone seemed to be asleep. Including the mother and child beside me. The bus had just stopped at a restaurant. People had dinner and went back. They must have been full, and the most enjoyable event after eating was sleeping. The rain was still falling, drizzling. I continued my sleep.
Not long after I fell asleep, I felt the child’s foot next to me touching my foot. Damn. That meant the child’s shoe had touched my pants. I shifted my feet so that the child’s foot wouldn’t press on my pants. Of course with my eyes closed. Unexpectedly, the foot rubbed back. Eee, rude. I immediately opened my eyes to reprimand his parents. I was shocked.
It turned out that it wasn’t a child’s foot. It was an adult’s foot. The mother’s foot. The child was no longer on her lap. Probably on the father’s lap. I immediately closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep.
My gut feeling told me something else was going to happen. I rubbed my feet again, waiting for his response. And the mother rubbed back. I opened my eyes slightly. A flash of light from outside the bus gave me a little glimpse of the mother next to me. Her eyes were also closed, it turned out.
Suddenly the mother shifted her body slightly. Yes, towards me. The two of us sat side by side. My right side was pressed against the left side of her body. The scent of her hair and perfume began to enter my nose. I started to get aroused.
I tried to be braver. I leaned my body forward a little, and then I shifted towards him. So that at that time, my arm was right in front of his chest. The body was still. I then pressed my arm back a little, so that I could feel something so soft. Yes, her breasts. Her breasts were big. I could feel the volume when my arm rubbed against them. And very soft. My elbow then made a circular motion on her chest. Very slowly, my elbow moved. I didn’t want to make her think all sorts of things and then slap me.
The body was still. I glanced at her eyes. still closed. But I heard her sigh. So she was aroused. Me? very aroused. I felt my chest pounding. My head was spinning because of the very fast blood flow to my brain. I could hear my heartbeat in my own ears. I was going to commit a sin. 4 days before my wedding. Throughout my life. But that feeling, that lust, really made me unable to stand it …..
My arm paused for a moment from rubbing her chest. What was even more surprising was that the mother’s hand began to stroke my thigh. Yes, my thigh that was covered in brown cloth pants. Her hand very slowly stroked my leg from the base of my thigh to above my knee. I was shaking. Very shaking. I couldn’t stand it…
Now my position changed. I opened my bag and took out a sweater. I was already wearing a jacket of course, because I was sleeping under the AC. But the sweater was for another purpose. I then covered the sweater over my chest, and then folded my arms. When seen from afar, it looked like someone whose hands were cold because of the AC. But that wasn’t the reason.
I moved closer to her body. Her hand was still stroking my thigh. We looked at each other for a moment. Funnily enough, after that we both leaned back in our seats with our eyes closed. My hands started to move. My left hand that had been folded earlier started to move towards her chest. Very slowly. The hand started to trace the beautiful hill covered in cloth, starting from the edge.
I really enjoyed that moment. I slowly stroked the beautiful hill, from the edge to the right. I squeezed it a little, but not much. I didn’t want to hurt the beautiful hill. Really, that mother had perfect breasts. Big, and very supple. I felt that she was wearing a lace bra. I imagined its shape. Maybe it was black. Or red. And the lace was a little see-through. Maybe the cup was only half. Maybe the cup couldn’t hold that much breast volume. Oooh, I was getting more and more aroused.
The mother was wearing a denim dress with a skirt with buttons from the chest to the knees. Fortunately, the jeans were a soft fabric, so I could feel the texture of the lace on her bra.
Very stimulating. I glanced at her a little. She was still stroking my thigh. I couldn’t wait. My idle right hand then led her hand to my erect penis. Aha, she understood. Then she continued to stroke the contour of my penis with her index finger and thumb which were clearly printed inside my pants. OOoh, great.
“Big …..,” she hissed. Her eyes remained closed. Mine too.
I continued my naughtiness. This time, I opened the two buttons right in front of her big chest. With difficulty. Have you ever imagined opening the big buttons on jeans? Yup, it’s very difficult. Finally she intervened. Her right hand helped me open it.
My hand then slowly entered her shirt, to feel the beauty of her breasts underneath. My imagination did come true. A half-enough bra that was too small, with very stimulating lace. I really like lace, especially when the lace is in the right place. Bra and panties. I went back to stroking her chest. Now I squeezed it a little. The sensation was really amazing. She hissed. My head was pounding. My heart was pounding very hard.
“Open it,” I whispered softly. Maybe it couldn’t be heard. But I didn’t want to risk being heard. Especially by her husband who was only sitting 50 cm across from her. It turned out he heard. She stopped stroking my penis, bent her body slightly, and then tried to unhook her bra at the back. It took her a while to open it. While she was opening her bra, I slowly pulled my pants zipper down. Very slowly. After that, I pulled down my underwear. Not really, actually. Just hooked the underpants to the bottom of my penis. It was uncomfortable indeed.
But now my penis could freely point to the sky. Waiting for her strokes.
It seemed like the bra hook had come loose. Her hands seemed smart, returning to find the target that had come loose earlier. And she wasn’t surprised, this time my penis was already erect, sticking out of her pants. Then she seemed surprised and then pulled her hands away and then folded them in front of her chest. Pretending to be asleep, while covering her two chest buttons that were already wide open.
Damn. There was someone going to the toilet. She walked from the front. Luckily I had a sweater that could cover the naughty “bird”. Aah, a woman. This is going to take a long time. My heart was beating fast.
The person was in the toilet for a long time. I was getting impatient. My penis was starting to shrink. Of course, I was just warming up. It got cut off. ….
Finally the woman passed by beside us. Ouch, relieved. The mother’s hand started first, slipping under the sweater, looking for “my little brother” who was starting to get hard again. Hmmm. Her hands were really smooth, and her touch was really enjoyable. She knew exactly how to stimulate the penis with touch. The touch was light, like floating. She didn’t squeeze, or rub too hard. Everything was light and floating. And that made me float.
My hand didn’t want to lose either, as if it had its own eyes that moved to find its target. The supple twin hills. And the hand found its target. The chest was really soft. Smooth and flawless. I absorbed every inch of my hand on her chest. Squeezing the base of her chest. Twisting her nipples. Her nipples. They were pointy, unbelievably big, as long as my index finger. And hard. So hard. Like little dicks. I twisted them. again. And she hissed.
“Don’t be so loud,” he whispered very softly. I understood. I squeezed, twisted, stroked non-stop. It was really enjoyable.
But there was still something missing. We were both unsatisfied. My penis remained incredibly hard. And it started to hurt now. Throbbing erratically. His hand was still stroking my penis, but really, it wasn’t capable of making me enjoy it continuously. He understood that.
“Down…,” he whispered while directing my hand that was on his chest downward. I immediately responded. My hand changed position, stroking his thigh that was covered by jeans. It didn’t feel like it. But from his body movements I knew, he was very aroused. He moved his body repeatedly, as if he really enjoyed the stroking of my hand on his thigh. Slowly I moved a little higher, right on the mound below the navel. He held my hand.
“Don’t…”
I was determined.
“Don’t…” Okay. I followed. I stroked his thigh again. This time my hand was bolder. I held the edge of her skirt and lifted it up a little. She didn’t refuse. I stroked her thighs again. Hhhm, so smooth. Really smooth. I felt fine hairs on my palms. She gasped. Her hand had stopped stroking my penis earlier. It’s okay. It’s better than torturing my “little brother” who was already incredibly tense.
I suddenly stopped stroking and pulled my hand away. Then looked at her. Her eyes asked. Asking why I stopped that.
“I want that,” I whispered close to her ear, pointing to the mound where her vagina was.
She shook her head. I then pretended to sleep. Closed my eyes.
It took a long time. Maybe 5 minutes, maybe less. Her hand pulled mine and directed it to where I wanted. Hehehehe, I won. She couldn’t stand it. My hand was already right on the mound. She unbuttoned her shirt right in that area. My hand moved to find her panties.
Obviously, this is silk. Or Satin? I don’t care. The material of her panties is very soft. I feel it. Make sure. Continue down, and I find what I’m looking for. Something is already wet. It must be wet, because I feel it with my hand.
My hand stops there. Feeling its shape. Slightly wavy. I feel vertical folds. Fine hairs around it. Quite thick. and very wet. I smile again. Full of victory. My middle finger then strokes the wet folds. Slowly, but pressing a little. She hisses. Oh no. She moans. Keeps her eyes closed.
I get braver. I hold the elastic of the pants. and I lower them down. She holds my hand. I remain adamant. She gives in.
My middle finger searches for the place again. That finger searches for the source of a woman’s pleasure. A small penis that is already very wet. I shake it slowly with my finger. Then stroke it. Then press it. Her body stiffens.
I stroke it again. Slowly and pressing a little. Slowly and pressing a little. The place feels wetter than before. My finger goes deeper.
Feeling another fold inside that is very wet. Really wet. The cavity seemed endless. Then I moved my finger. In and out. Repeatedly.
Aha, I felt my finger being sucked in. Something was gripping. And that feeling made me horny again. I kept moving my finger. Faster. Suddenly my finger felt like it was being poured with warm liquid. thick. She gasped. Her body tensed. This time for quite a long time. I kept moving my finger. She then held my hand. I obeyed. I looked at her.
Her eyes were closed. Like experiencing something. Maybe an orgasm. Her chest rose and fell, panting as if she had just run fast. The buttons were still open.
“Are you ..?”
“Yes … . Amazing …,” she whispered, looking at me. Oooh, her smile was so sweet. Her big round eyes reflected the flash of neon light outside the bus.
She looked down at my body.
“Poor huh, …” she smiled pointing to “my little sister”. Of course. “My little sister” was sleeping soundly while she herself was satisfied. At least with my finger.
“it’s okay…”
We were both silent. Living through the crazy moments earlier. Both eyes were closed. The cold air from the AC hit me. I glanced at my watch. 2 in the morning. And then the bus stopped. quite a while. People didn’t seem to care. They were still fast asleep, even though the AC was off.
I looked at my “partner”. His eyes were closed. His shirt was already buttoned. Complete. I moved to fix my pants.
“Don’t…,” he said while holding my hand that was about to pull the zipper. Oh, he turned out to be glancing at me. Okay. I obeyed. I wanted to know what he wanted to do. I just covered it back with a sweater. The air temperature in the bus started to get hot. My sweat started dripping from my forehead.
Finally the bus started moving. The AC started blowing again. Cool. I closed my eyes again.
I don’t understand. I opened my eyes. Suddenly she bent down.
Crazy. I felt her tiny lips touch the head of my “little brother”. So light. I understood what she meant. Watching the surroundings so that no one would catch this crazy action. My penis started to come alive again. Crazy maybe, but gosh, it was delicious. I felt her lips start to kiss the head of my penis. Ohh, her lips started to open and put the head of my penis into her mouth. My penis started to enter her mouth. And slowly that mouth started to suck. Ouch, it hurts.
“Don’t be so loud …,” I whispered while stroking her hair. Stroking her hair? yes, just like a boyfriend. She continued her sucking. This time slowly. Up and down. Up and down. Unbelievable pleasure.
It seemed like she had done this often. Her mouth was like a reliable penis stimulating machine. After she finished sucking, she stopped for a moment, and then licked the bottom of the head of my penis. Not only licking, her tongue also vibrated as it moved along the flesh.
“Ooohhh ..,” this time I was forced to moan. This was so delicious. She knew very well the weakness of “my little brother”. She then bit that part with her lips. Damn, it was even more delicious. She bit it again with her lips. If this continues, I definitely can’t stand it. Gelliiii.
Then her mouth sucked again. Up and down. What surprised me was that my penis could fit all the way into her mouth. Wooa, the sensation was really amazing. She was so patient. Her mouth then moved to …. my balls. Kissed them for a while, left and right, and then put them in her mouth. Ohhhh….. . When sucking my balls, I felt her tongue dancing in her mouth.
I was the one who wasn’t patient. I felt my pleasure peaking. I couldn’t stand it anymore …..
“I want to ….”
Her mouth moved to the head of my penis. Sucked it again. Up and down. Her hand shook the base of my penis. Slowly but tightly.
“Aaaahhhhh …”
The tip of my penis twitched. Once. I felt the flow of sperm into her mouth. Twice. Three times. Four times. All the while her mouth kept gripping the head of my penis. I ejaculated. In the mouth of a mother. A stranger. I didn’t even know her name.
She looked at me. That look….
“Thank you…” was all that came out of my mouth. She got up, then smiled at me. I caught a glimpse of sperm on the edge of her lips. I raised my hand, cleaning it.
We both closed our eyes.
Morning was approaching. People were already busy chatting. The bus was crowded again. Me? Still asleep. Or pretending? After last night’s incident, I didn’t dare to look at the mother beside me. I didn’t even dare to talk. I think she was the same.
I heard her busy with her child, while talking to her husband as if nothing had ever happened between me and her. Along the way I looked away, staring at the scenery outside the bus window. My bachelor party I guess.
At 6:30. People had started to get off the bus. We had reached Sedayu. That meant we would be entering the city soon. The family beside me got up. Oh, they’re getting off.
“Sir, go ahead, sir…” her husband said kindly, followed by the woman. I had to turn my head to look at them. I just realized now. The woman was very sweet. I felt grateful to her.
“Oh yeah, go ahead,” I replied. They got off the bus. The bus became quieter as it approached the Giwangan terminal. There was a small piece of paper on the old seat where the woman had been. I picked it up. Curious