A pinch and slam inside the Onibus...

For those of you who don't know me, my name is Amanda... but they call me Gaby because of my middle name, rs. Even though I have that name on my profile, we're a couple. I'm married, very well married, and I love my handsome husband, and having said that, I'm going to tell you something that happened to me this past summer in the middle of the bus, when I was going to do some basic shopping, hit the pavement, have lunch at Barrashopping, etc... Look, I'm not used to riding buses, I'm more lost than a blind man in a shootout, etc. etc. Anyone who knows me or just looks at my photos, will see that I'm very white, beach for me is not always in summer, I'm more reserved even, in the beginning I love to go to the beach. On this summer day, due to the heat, he goes out in a basic dressing gown, but nothing in the style of clothing for the drooling and swing, he was light, loose, almost floating, something very comfortable for these hot days, open sandals with high heels, loose hair and going the way I like: all smelly, cheerful, radiant and confident (that's just the way I am). And underneath, I'm wearing these really tiny, see-through white panties that are super comfortable, and I just like to wear these really tiny, tiny panties, and the ones that I wear don't leave any irritation or blisters that are common in panties that size. My buttocks are well stowed and I don't even need to pose to show a lot, because it's really big, both hip (width), type called Guitar, as well as depth, the so-called Brazilian style, ripped.....rs, sorry, but only so you can understand better. But come on , honey , I love all that ! When I got on the bus, it was not full, I could comfortably choose where to sit, and I always choose the side of the corridor, since once I was pressed and almost robbed by going to the window, the little girl threw me to the corner and disguised pointed or pretended to point a gun under my clothes, but if it was still another type of 'gun', but forget it, kkk ... I don't even like to remember that, they are things from the violence of RJ and other cities, we have to defend ourselves as we can, it's not even. But still traveling on the bus, brake and accelerate, the same was filling with passengers, we were still in the South Zone, going to Barra/Recreio. At one of the stops , two guys came in , new , two men in surfing style , going to the beach , with colorful Bermuda shorts , slippers , basic shirt with designs and one of them with a pair of duck feet . They stood next to me in the corridor standing , one in front and one behind and right next to me , for a long time there was only standing room and I follow my journey , which in everyday life is walking in this means of transport through our wonderful city . Full bus, more and more, already at this moment, it was necessary for someone to pass through the corridor, finally, to move inside, to have the passage facilitated for other people, circulation and accommodation, to do those juggling that we know so well, in the meantime and that's why the man standing next to me the one behind, always had a way of putting his tool in me ....... he, which is good to remember, still gives me chills. But, all in all, and naturally, because it was necessary to do so in this way, he would go forward on me, he would go back and touch me and then he would go back, things of seconds, his attitude was even for someone to pass behind him and the other passengers, sometimes in curves or braking also he would pull over and mark his point card on me ......rs Well, I was beginning to like it, ideas and feelings began to sprout in my little head (brunette, I'm not stupid, not even close to a little silly, not even close, my IQ is 69, kkk ), but I was paralyzed feeling it, sitting upright, always looking at the window or in front, I never met him, but I ended up looking at his legs and thighs .....uhmm. After a certain time of so full the bus the man simply , pulled straight and stood there at the side of my shoulder , brushing , rubbing , in addition to going back and forth , I went to the sides too , but without ceasing to roll the hill on me , practically parked on my shoulder . I began to delirium , but what a shame too , were two feelings that I had mixed and is it someone who would be noticing , seeing , pulling ? He , cleverly , put the duck feet , making a wall , a visual barrier , to hide what was happening , because his member was already on the verge of bullet and thinking what was under the Bermuda , no panties , all pure T. But it's not that the bad guy, in a more abrupt frenzy in which the onibus became all twisted, he simply, gave a violent kick to me and his member that before, only leaned and rubbed, came to stand over my shoulder, pushed and displaced well of the ladino and the bag leaned on the arm. It was that hard member supported on the shoulder of the ladino, the latter as if it were on a table, a tray of pleasures for him by his member and for me too. I had the hard member supported, my hair almost under it and the soft bag, a pillow with 2 balls half in the middle, I would bite on the side of the arm. But in this position of the middle, and it is not that his friend who was in front of them, he decided to take the other hand too, my hand was also held on the side of the bench and we stood out in this way, and the bag leaned on the arm. It was that hard member supported on the shoulder of the ladino, this last one as if it were on a table, a tray of pleasures for him and for me too. I had the hard member of the hard member supported, my hair almost under him and for me too, a tray of pleasures for him and for me too. They jumped across the Quebramar and after a few minutes it was getting to my point in Barrashopping, I got up well before and stood there impassive, recovering my energies. I walked slowly, I went down even slower, I stopped on the sidewalk, I gave a break to myself, I took a deep breath and I gave a better fit to the dress, I threw my hair back and forth and.......... all wet. Wet in the front and sweaty in the back, sweaty butt, should have sweat balls there.......rs. But that's it .... just to remember and write to you, back the T and that Tesão (I'll leave that for you to comment with me)