Let me introduce myself. I’m Geeta Singh Anant, age 21, with a fitted body, slender legs, especially curved thighs, especially thicker than normal, firm and straight boobs as especially noticed by everyone, fair skin, and a height of 5 feet 5 inches. I myself was amazed by the fact that 34-sized boobs could stand so straight without even a bra. My nipples are semi-brown in colour, my face has an innocent look, and my lips are magnificent. The biggest fact of my life is that I’m a coward. I don’t have the guts to resist anything, not even girls; males are out of the question. As per information, I was once travelling in a bus, and the bus was heavy and crowded. A guy was just standing behind me and was packed with me in that crowded bus. So much was packed that his body was rubbing mine. When the bus got jerked, he accidentally placed his hands on my boobs. It was breakers on the road, and not one, but several were there. So not even he placed his hands on my boobs, but even pressed them a few times while the bus was getting jerked. He was expecting me to respond, but I was stoned, though I was feeling every bit of it, but was shocked to hell, and my inner gutsy didn’t permit me to respond. He was shocked too with the fact that I didn’t respond.

But he didn’t withdraw his hand and was waiting for me to respond back. But I didn’t, so he started to press my boobs slowly and steadily. For the whole 30 minutes, he kept on taking pleasure in squeezing my boobs until his stop came. He got down, and I felt relaxed, but 2 minutes later, another guy who was having an eye on the action, placed his hands on my boobs. I turned back to see who he was, and he harshly said to see forward and not to turn back. I, like an obedient idiot, turned my head forward and allowed him to maul my boobs until my stop came in 20 minutes. After getting down, I rushed to the public toilet and saw my boobs, which were turned red due to rough mauling. So now you must have gotten the idea of how I was. I have passed graduation, and so my family started to search for a groom. Within three months of searching, I got married to a guy named Suraj Singh Anant. He was a government officer and worked at a general shift, which meant morning 9 to evening 5. I didn’t have any affair in my college days, so I was a virgin at the time of marriage. My husband was very happy with the fact that I was a virgin, and his trust in me being a good-character girl was being fixed in his head. So the trust was built, which wasn’t to be shredded easily.

The family consisted of Father-in-law, mother-in-law, two elder brothers of my husband and their wives, and both of them had one kid each. The eldest brother had a ten-year-old son named Sachin and the elder brother had a 5-year-old daughter named Komal who studied in UKG. All the cooking was done by the eldest brother’s wife named Shakuntala, and housekeeping was done by the elder brother’s wife named Sujata. Now I helped them in their work but they usually denied my interference. But when I insisted a lot, Sujata came up with an idea. She suggested that I can go and drop Komal to school at 8 in the morning and can pick her up at 1 in the afternoon. This wasn’t a heavy work so I objected but she said to start with it and later she’ll allot more. Now arguing wasn’t a feature of mine and so I didn’t. The next day I went with them to see the road and school. The school wasn’t far away but the location it was situated was an isolated location, a few complexes nearby and no residential area. The nearby area was open fields and a few areas had thick bushes, and 5-6 feet’ high shrubs. So from the next day I started to perform my duty, I rushed to drop Komal at 7:45 am and then went to pick her up at 12:30 pm. Getting early for pickup was another issue of school, actually the kids were sometimes left early around 12:45 pm or sometimes late around 1:15 pm. So I had to reach till 12:40 pm but usually I reached there by 12:30 pm. One day the sun was burning hot, I reached there around 12:30 pm and was feeling very much thirsty. So I decided to drink a bottle of cold drink, so I reached a nearby shop. I ordered a cold drink and started to sip sitting on the stool outside. Just a few feet away a guy in his thirties was sitting and smoking. He was wearing a dirty shirt and pants with uncombed hair. He seemed like some kind of local Gunda but I didn’t pay any attention towards him. I must have caught his attention, so

He said, “What a fine piece of ass you got!” I was stunned with his remark but neither had I turned back nor did I reply anything. The second comment which arrived was, “Wow! Look at those thighs, perfectly shaped; I would love to lick them for hours.”

My reaction was the same, no reaction, no comments. He fired his third comment when I was getting up, after finishing my cold drink. He got a chance to peek at my boobs, and so he commented. He commented a little louder, “Wow, so nice boobs, must be so soft and would love to enjoy them with those.”

My reaction was the same. I didn’t even look at him and went to the counter and returned the bottle. I paid the cash for the cold drink and reached for my Activa. I started my Activa and reached back to the school gate and waited there for Komal to be released. After 5 minutes, when I turned back, I was stunned to see the same guy standing a few feet away from me. Now I panicked a little, and my expression was giving him the idea about it. Guys like him maybe sensed the fear and panic emotions of girls. I was sitting on my Activa with both legs facing the left side of the vehicle. Just after 2-3 minutes, the guy walked and reached in front of me, just 3 feet away. Now my panic level reached 100%, and he realised it immediately.

He said, “Hi! I’m Purushottam, you can call me Puru. My friends mostly call me Puru only.”

He forwarded his hand towards me, but I didn’t raise my hand towards him. I was looking at him with discomfort. My expression was like a lamb sitting in front of a lion.

He asked me to at least shake hands. I panicked at his words and automatically my hand went towards him. He took my hand in his and shook hands, but instead of leaving my hand, he kept holding it. He started to press my hand and feel how soft it was. He commented, “Wow, you have a very soft hand. It feels like kissing it.”

Now the place was totally isolated and not a single guy was near. He pulled my hand up and kissed it. I was in a dead shock when he commented lewd, “I was thinking about how it would feel, this hand holding my dick, giving me a hand job.”

He looked upwards towards the sky and pretended to be thinking about it. He smiled and looked back towards my face and he shot one more comment.

He said, “Your skin is very soft. I was thinking how soft your boobs and butts must be.”

A born coward, that much happened and still I didn’t find the courage to speak a word. Just then the peon peeped outside and Puru left my hand immediately. The peon looked at me and said, “Madam, the class is going on. The school will release around 1:30 p.m. You can go and wait in the shade of a tree, front of the school gate, or side of the school boundary. You’ll hear the school bell then you can come. Why are you standing in the sun?” I said okay and his head went inside again. I looked at the clock which was pointing at 12:50 p.m. and still more than half an hour was left. I cursed God and the situation of how I will handle this jerk till then. After a minute’s pause, Puru asked, “What’s your name?” I said, “G ... G ... Geeta Singh Anant.”

He asked, “What’s your age?” I said, “T ... T ... Twenty-one.”

He asked, “Married?” On which I just nodded my head. He asked, “How much time before you got married?” I said, “One and a half months ago.”

He kept his one hand on my left thigh and pressed it.

He said, “Wow, then your pussy must be too tight, good.”

I nearly jumped off the seat but didn’t try to remove his hand from my thigh. He pressed my thighs a few times and said, “Solid. Nice one.”

He paused for a few seconds and said, “Why don’t you come along with me to the side of the school? It’s quite hot here, and the sun is really burning.”

I nodded my head in negative, but he said that I was uselessly making formalities. He took my palm in his and held them tight, then pulled me towards him. I got up from the seat and was literally being dragged behind him. We reached the side wall of the school. He made me stand there with my back towards the wall and face towards him. He didn’t leave my palm and kept pressing it gently.

He said, “I was saying that your skin is too soft. Your boobs and butts must be soft also.”

I didn’t reply anything, so

He said, “I don’t think you’ll mind if I check it myself.”

I panicked again. My eyes became round with his words and action. As he kept his right palm on my left boob, over my sari and blouse. He immediately pressed it a few times and said, “Seems soft, but this way, how will I feel the skin?” He left my hand and boob, pulled my sari from my shoulder, bunched that area in a tug, and harshly said, “Hold this!” I was too terrified with his progress and the harsh words sent shivers down my spine. My nerves stopped working, and I grabbed hold of the sari in my left hand. He progressed his hands towards my blouse cleavage, and I tried to raise my hand to stop him. He said harshly, “Don’t you dare to raise your hands up; else I’ll slap your cheeks very hard, understood?” I immediately nodded yes, and he grabbed hold of the blouse buttons. He started opening the buttons from top to bottom, all in open field, just beside the roadside. I, being a top-class coward and idiot, didn’t even bother to resist. In a few seconds, he managed to get rid of all buttons and spread apart both sides of the blouse. Now the bra was in his view, but he pulled the bra upwards and tugged above the boobs. Now the boobs were open to view.

He said, “Soft white, and look at those nipples, so delicious.”

He grabbed both my boobs and started to press them violently. He was pressing them roughly, and I just closed my eyes and turned my head towards the right side.

He said, “Your boobs skin is really very soft, and your boobs too, but your nipples are looking delicious. I can’t resist sucking them; I’m sure you won’t mind.”

Before I could respond to his words, and as soon as I opened my eyes to look at him. His lip reached my right boob’s nipple and was inside his mouth, licking and sucking my nipple. He was pressing my left boob with his left palm. I was in shock, looking clearly at what he was doing but wasn’t able to respond. He started to alternate his mouth between the left nipple and the right nipple. Likewise, he was alternating his hand between the boobs. He kept on enjoying my boobs and nipples for 15 minutes and asked, “Do you shave inside or have hairs?” My panic level reached its top level when his one hand entered my petticoat from the front and reached inside my underwear. He touched my pussy and found it clean without hairs. He looked upward and said, “Nice! You keep it clean; I really like clean pussies.”

He touched my pussy skin a few times and then forced his hand more inside so that it reached my butts. He pressed my left butt roughly and said, “So soft, very nice.”

I was about to cry by then, when the school bell rang. I thanked my stars; he pulled his hand out and left me immediately. I dropped my bra and started to button my blouse immediately. I adjusted my sari properly and

He said, “The school bell ruined our enjoyment; anyways, we’ll continue tomorrow, from where we left today.”

Saying that, he moved to the back side of the school and I went towards the front of the school. I picked Komal and we headed home. I remained shocked and sad for the entire day, but couldn’t speak up to anyone about it. The next day, I decided that I wouldn’t give that guy a chance ever to do anything with me. So I started to reach the place a little late now. I reached around 1:05 p.m. and mostly the school was over by then and was crowded everywhere. I saw Puru a few times standing in front of the school looking frustrated, looking angrily towards me but said nothing. In a few days, he stopped coming there and I felt super relieved. Whatever happened earlier, but now, the problem was off over my head. But this was just a blank overconfidence and a bigger problem was waiting due to a foolish mistake.

This was a circumstantial error which happened one after the other and led me into serious trouble. One day, I got up late around 9 p.m. as I was a little sick last night. I looked at the clock and panicked; I hurriedly came out and saw Komal was nowhere. I looked at Sujata and she said her husband had taken Komal with him. I assumed it as he had dropped Komal at school. Now my husband was leaving for the office, when he handed me a movie ticket. He said that his colleague had purchased it for today but wasn’t able to manage to leave. So he asked me to enjoy the movie at this time; Sujata was there, so she smiled and went away. I said that I had to pick Komal from school at 1 and the show was at 1:30 p.m., how I will manage to drop her home and then reach the theatre on time. My husband said to go inside the school premises and request the principal to release her soon. If he refuses, I can call my husband, and he’ll request the principal himself. I nodded my head, and he moved to the office.

Around 12 pm I started to get dressed in a nice red-coloured salwar suit. I wore matching bra and panty, along with a chemise inside. I applied a little more make-up than normal and nice matching red bangles and high heels. I took the Activa and moved to the school around 12:30 p.m. I reached school around 12:45 p.m. I parked the Activa and moved to the school main gate. As soon as I reached the gate, I was shocked to see a lock on the main gate. I got confused, so I called Sujata and asked about Komal. She said that Komal had gone to a friend’s house, and her father had dropped her there. I foolishly told her that I thought she had gone to school and I came to pick her up. Sujata laughed loudly, and I blushed. She told me that today was a holiday at Komal School. I told Sujata that I was going to the movie, and as the show was from 1:30 p.m., I’ll reach home after 4:30 p.m. She said she already knew about the movie but yet she’ll inform the others. She asked with whom I was going to the movie. I said that I got only one ticket, so I will be going all alone. She wished me and disconnected the call.

I disconnected the call and turned around to go to my Activa. I immediately panicked seeing Puru just a few inches from me. He smiled and asked why I didn’t come the next day. I murmured that I didn’t get time. He smiled and said, “Anyways, you arrived today, let’s continue where we left off that day.”