Getting Used By A Stranger In Bangalore Traffic
The rain had just started drizzling over the crowded streets of Bangalore, turning the traffic into a glittering maze of red brake lights and impatient honks. Inside the shared cab, the air-conditioning hummed softly while the city crawled outside at an agonizing pace.
You adjusted your bodycon dress slightly and checked your phone, already tired from the endless commute. Just then, the cab door opened, and your fellow passenger stepped in.
He paused for a second after seeing you, not in a rude way, but like he had unexpectedly walked into a dream, He traced your juicy lips and thick thighs and the boobs which he was craving for. A slow smile spread across his face before he greeted you warmly and settled beside you.
“Looks like you’re going to be stuck with me for a while,” he joked softly.
You laughed, the tension of the day easing instantly.
The cab moved barely a few feet before stopping again in traffic. The closeness between you became impossible to ignore. Every little movement, your shoulder brushing his arm, your knees accidentally touching during a sharp turn, carried a spark neither of you wanted to acknowledge too quickly.
He glanced at you occasionally, not hiding the admiration in his eyes. But unlike most people, he didn’t rush. He let the conversation build naturally, teasing you about Bangalore traffic, sharing ridiculous office stories, making you laugh harder than you expected.
At one signal, the driver braked suddenly, and his hand landed on your naked thighs, pressing it so hard to make you wet instantly. Instead of pulling away immediately, you both paused.
The silence changed.
His fingers slowly turned, giving your legs a gentle squeeze, almost asking a question without words. And when you didn’t move away, his smile deepened.
He slides his fingers deep inside the bodycon, and found, that day roads were not the only thing wet there. Your pussy was dripping and inviting him to use you, He puts his jacket on your legs hiding it from traffic and and goes inside you. A soft moan acting as a approval for his acts is much more than what he needs. The car stayed, not moving a single inch, but his fingers felt on each cm of your vagina. He increases the speed, making your legs shaking, you hold his hands and shoulder, to hint him to stop, he didn't, he continued to make you cum in his hands.
Outside, the city remained chaotic and loud.
Inside the cab, though, everything had become warm, slow, and dangerously exciting.
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