This happened in the year 1992 when I was staying in Thanjavur, where I was employed. I was staying alone in a relative’s house, taking my food in hotels. I have already written about one incident that happened to me there with a Malayalee woman under the title “HANDJOB FROM A HANDSOME AUNTY,” which is available on this very site. This is another incident which happened during a bus journey.

I have an aunty in Trichy who is very dear to me. Her name is Chellamma. She is a widow living alone in her own house. The distance between Trichy and Thanjavur is hardly 60 kilometres, and by bus, it is about two hours only. My weekly holiday is Sunday. So whenever possible, on Saturday evening, I will go to her house in Trichy to stay there and return to Thanjavur by Sunday night or Monday morning. I liked staying with her because she would take good care of me. She would prepare good eatables, and I enjoyed her cooking, which I found a welcome change to the poor hotel food I was taking on weekdays. Further, I shared all my sexual desires with her and got masturbated by her hand. In fact, she only taught me masturbation, which I have narrated in this site under the title “MY AUNTY TAUGHT ME MASTURBATION”.

Once on a Saturday evening, I started for Trichy. It was in the year 1992. At that time, the famous KUMBAKONAM MAHAMAHAM FESTIVAL was taking place, and so many pilgrims were coming and going through Thanjavur. So when I went to the Thanjavur bus stand to catch a bus to Trichy, I found a huge crowd there. I was perplexed and wondered whether I could board a bus there. The rush due to the festival was too much, and when each bus entered, a mad pack of people simply rushed to enter the bus in every possible way, unmindful of any concern for others. Even able-bodied men found it very difficult to board the buses, and the plight of ladies, children, and elderly people was not at all mentionable.

I stood by the entrance gate, hoping to make it onto any bus going to Trichy. I did not get lucky for a considerable time because I could not show the brute strength to board a bus and so waited for some luck.

I noticed one lady of about 40 years also trying to get into some bus. She was not successful being a lady, and further I saw she was carrying two huge bags in both hands. Even with no luggage, she had less chance to board a bus that day. Now today, definitely with these impediments, she can never hope to enter a bus in that rush. She would run with her bags alongside any bus coming inside in an attempt to get in, and then unsuccessfully return to wait for the next one. I watched her pathetic attempts to get into the bus with some amusement and also felt pity for her plight.

The lady also noticed me waiting for some time, and she smiled at me. I was confused and kept quiet because I thought she smiled at me by some mistake. But she again smiled at me, and I also smiled back at her. She was a total stranger to me, so her smile baffled me. Then she came near me and asked, “Don’t mistake me — are you going to Trichy?”. I said, “Yes, madam”. She said, “You do not have any luggage with you?”. I said, “no — but why do you ask?”. She said, “In that case, can you kindly do me a help?”. I said, “Please tell me”. She said, “I am also going to Trichy — I am not able to catch any bus — with these two bags, I find it very difficult to run and enter a bus in this rush — so if you will kindly help me by carrying one bag, I will get into the bus and later take the bag from you”.

I hesitated because I felt in that rush it will be difficult for me also to get into any bus if I carried a big bag in my hand. But she looked at me with expectation and I could not bluntly say no. Seeing my hesitation, she then sighed and said, “It is alright — please forgive me for asking”. She was about to leave when I said, “no madam — I will help you — give me one bag”. She smiled with relief and said, “I do not know how to thank you — God will always bless you”. I was touched by her sincere thanks and said, “It is alright — after all, we have to help each other — otherwise, there is no purpose in our life”. She again smiled and said, “When I saw you, I felt you are a real nice person from a good family and felt you will help me if I asked you — now my feeling is correct and I thank Lord Vishnu for showing you to me today”. I was a bit embarrassed and said, “no — please don’t use big words — after all, this is nothing”. She said, “no — before you, I asked two or three men but they just did not care even to listen — so I must sincerely thank you”.

Then she gave one bag to me and carried the other with her. I was a bit relieved because even though the bag was big and full, it weighed tolerably only. Out of politeness, I said, “You please give me the other bag if that is heavier than this”. She said, “no — both contain clothes only — weight is not much — only they are trouble because they are big and bulky”.

We stood nearby and waited for our bus. She politely asked me about myself and I told her my name and said I was employed in a company in Thanjavur and was going to Trichy to spend the weekend with my aunty there. She said her name was Pankajam and she was married and living in Trichy with her husband and children. She had come to her relative’s house in Thanjavur and was returning to her place. We then chatted this and that for some time.

After some time, a Trichy-bound bus came. Fortunately, some civic-minded person had complained to transport authorities, so an employee of the transport came and stood blocking entry into the bus, and people were asked to form a queue. Even for this, there was a lot of pushing and pulling, and we managed to stand in the queue, she first and me behind her. People boarded the bus through the back entrance only with some orderliness, and we were sure to get in.

Somehow, again, pandemonium started because that employee went away. Then people rushed into the bus through the front entrance also, and in a jiffy, the queue was broken, and again, it became might is right. We had reached very close to the back entrance when this happened, and somehow, we managed to get inside jostling with everyone. In a minute, the bus became jam-packed, and there was no place for any last-minute boarders like us to even stand properly. She stood holding the overhead bar, and she was pushed tightly against the backrest of a seat and a side bar. I was just behind her, pressed onto her back from every side. In each seat provided for two persons, three sat, crushing each other, and we were just pressing hard on them with not an inch of free space to even move our limbs. In my entire life in many bus journeys, I had not felt so much tightly compressed by human bodies from all sides.

She was holding a bar over her head, and she stood somewhat leaning on some ladies who were sitting. I was just behind her with my entire body pressing behind her. In fact, my navel was tightly pressed to her buttocks. I felt a little uneasiness with such close pressing on her body, but I had really no other choice.

The conductor came and started giving tickets. Because he could not move inside the jam-packed bus to issue tickets, he stood outside the bus and through windows he issued tickets. She could not take and open her purse with one hand, and the conductor got irritated and shouted at her to give him money quickly. So I told her, “Don’t worry — I will buy two,” and from the conductor I purchased a ticket for her also. She protested, but I said, “It is alright — in Trichy I will take the money”. She thanked me very much for my kind gesture.

A little later, the bus started its journey, and the jerks and jolts caused me to repeatedly fall and press my body more on her. I felt a bit embarrassed and tried to make it as little as possible, but practically I got plastered to her back. I could feel the heat of her buttocks on my lap, and I will not say it was unwelcome to me. If she felt any embarrassment, at least she did not show it to me. She knew I did not do so intentionally. Further, I had helped her to get into the bus by holding one bag for her and also purchased a ticket for her when she could not open her purse and thereby saved her from the ire of the conductor. Perhaps she felt grateful to me for this and hence put up with my pressing, though definitely it should have caused her some embarrassment and anguish.