Adventures in Kerala Pt. 01

The bus toward Kerala, moved through the night, its engine humming in a low, steady rhythm. It was almost eleven o'clock and the bus was filled completely with passengers -- some who had dozed off, some still chatting with their loved ones on their phones. I was lost in my own thoughts, relaxing on the upper berth, as my phone was put on charge. A thin curtain drawn closed, offered a semblance of privacy. The air conditioning was at the maximum level and it was a welcome respite, as I was travelling in the warm month of May. I had kicked off my sandals, letting my bare feet casually dangle over the edge of my berth. I had only a traveller's bag with me inside the berth. The long day of travel preparations had exhausted me completely and I did not realize when sleep had claimed me.

Hours later...

I had no idea of what time it was, but something stirred me awake. I sensed a warm presence. I struggled for some time before opening my eyes, adjusting to the darkness inside the bus. Everything was silent, except for the familiar hum of the engine. What I saw made me freeze on the spot. In the darkness of the bus, I could make out a silhouette standing close to my feet. It made my heart pound. I did not, or rather, could not move. I wanted to get up and raise an alarm. But there was a sense of curiosity; mingled with an excited thrill that passed through my body. I decided to just wait and see what would happen next.

I watched as the silhouette slowly bent toward my feet, still dangling over the edge of the berth. My breath hitched as I felt a soft brush of lips against my right sole. A shot of cold current passed through my body due to this contact. I watched, biting my lip, feeling the silhouette waiting for some sort of confirmation. The confidence of the act grew when I did not offer any resistance, except my toes curled in response to the kiss. The lips pressed onto my sole more firmly, with the kisses trailing along the arch of my foot. I bit my lip harder this time, my mind racing with myriad thoughts that seemed to scream inside my head. 'What is happening? Why am I not stopping it?' To be honest, I did not want it to stop. The sensation was kind of, intoxicating.

The silhouette cradled my foot gently with the hands that felt rough, the fingers tracing the delicate bones of my foot, as if marveling at the shape. The next instant, I felt my big toe being sucked into the warm mouth, making me gasp. My back arched in response and I tried stifling a moan from escaping. The tongue swirled around the toe, sucking gently, but with utmost passion. I felt heat rushing between my legs. This felt so exhilarating. 'Oh God!' I clenched my thighs tightly together, my body betraying me with a rush of wetness that made me bite my lip harder.

The assault did not stop. The warm and insistent mouth moved to the next toe. Every act of kissing and sucking my toes sent shivers up my spine and I had to bite down hard on my lip to keep from moaning. The tongue flicked and moved swiftly between my toes and I felt myself growing wetter, my arousal building furiously with every touch, every kiss, every lick and every suck. I felt it difficult to process what was happening and I could not believe how much I liked it.

The silhouette seemed to shift slightly. The hands sliding down, cupped my heel and lifted it. The next moment, I felt the tongue licking the sole of my foot. The tongue was both warm and wet, and moved in a slow, deliberate manner. It made my toes curl. My breaths came in shallow gasps and my body trembled with an effort to stay quiet. The dampness between my thighs was pooling on the bed, making my panties cling to my skin. 'This is so wrong.' I thought ever so faintly, but the pleasure was too much to resist.

Then there was a sudden flash as the bus passed under a streetlamp that illuminated the interior of the bus for a few fleeting moments. That was enough for me to catch a glimpse of the silhouette. It was a man, but older. Much, much older than I had imagined. He must have been at least seventy years old. His silver hair gleamed in the light and his weathered features were etched with lines of age. I should have felt repulsion, but it only heightened my arousal. 'An old man did this to me,' I realized. A thrill of forbidden excitement coursed through my body, 'and I am letting him.'

But he did not seem to notice my gaze. He was lost in the act of worshipping my foot, his tongue tracing around my ankle, before he eagerly moved back to my toes. He again sucked them one by one, his mouth working with a fervour, making me gasp for breath. I felt almost on the edge now, my body pining with need. I wanted to touch myself very urgently to relieve the tension between my legs, but I did not move. I did not want him to know the effect he was having on me.

After what felt like an eternity, he released his hold on my foot. He gave it one last kiss that lingered for a moment, and retreated to his berth which was just below mine. I realized it then. I recalled seeing him board the bus with his aged wife, a couple of stops after mine. He had given me a friendly smile as they settled in their berth. Little did I know that we were fated to enjoy moments of pleasure together hours later.

I lay silent in my berth, my heart pounding, my body still trying to process everything that happened. He left me with a desire half fulfilled. I could hear the faint rustle of the curtain as he settled back into his berth. Then, there was silence. I stared at the ceiling, my mind still reeling. 'What just happened? Why did it feel so good?' I caressed my right foot slowly, the skin still tingling with all the attention and the oral assault of that man. My panties were soaked completely. I knew that sleep eluded me until I took care of my throbbing need; a need he had triggered in my body. My hands slowly crept toward my wet spot.

Moments later...

I lay still, satiated, my mind listening to the hum of the bus's engine and the soft snores of the other passengers. Finally, I closed my eyes, a smile playing on my lips. In a few hours I will be reaching Kerala. Who knows what more adventures await me?

The next morning...

The bright light streamed through the windows, waking me, as the bus pulled to my stop. I grabbed my bag and my sandals in a hurry and climbed down the berth. I noticed him as I climbed down the berth, staring at the pair of feet, now in broad daylight, which he had worshipped in the dark. As I stepped onto the aisle, I saw him laughing and talking with his wife in a firm, but affectionate manner. I paused for a moment before my eyes met his. He smiled at me; a brief smile that made me blush. I returned his smile awkwardly, as I walked toward the door, and out into the bright Kerala morning.