Wedding Night Stories (moving)

Author: lllkkl
Word count: 8093
On our wedding night, at 28, I was still a virgin.

After finishing all the other things that night, my wife and I went to bed. This was the first time I lay on the same bed with her. I was very excited. My dream of several years was finally coming true. I knelt on the bed and crazily kissed her beautiful body lying quietly, from face to neck, high breasts, toned buttocks, and snow-white round toes. Tell me she’s sorry she can’t do it tonight, and I ask her why, but she lets me gently kiss her sweet, swollen but cleansed pussy, and listen to her talk about the misfortune that happened to her yesterday.

So while she was enjoying me kissing her red and swollen pussy with my gentle and soft tongue, she stroked my head with her hands and told me the misfortune she had encountered. The following is her self-report. I bought a pink silk miniskirt, a white translucent low-cut suspenders, and a pair of blue high-heeled Chanel sandals.

Later, I found that the underpants had obvious prints, so I found a pair of black lace-up T-pants to change into. They were beautiful, and then I sprayed some perfume and left home.

As soon as I arrived at the bus stop, an air-conditioned car drove up. After getting on the bus, there was no one sitting in the last row, so I sat on the side next to the window that was not exposed to the sun.

But at the second stop, several migrant workers came up, and soon the seat next to me was occupied by them. The most unbearable thing for me was the smell of sweat on their bodies.

There were more and more people at the successive stops, and I, who was hesitating to avoid them, had to be content with the status quo.

I hugged my handbag with one hand, covered my nose with the other, and turned my face to the window.

The more people crowded, the smell of sweat made me sick to my stomach.

When I was worrying, I suddenly felt a very rough hand on my thigh. I had just recovered and that hand had moved away. I looked back angrily at the person beside me. It was a migrant worker in his thirties or forties. He had dark skin and a dirty cheap suit with oil stains on it. When I looked at him, he also looked back at me.

When the eyes met, I avoided them in embarrassment.

But he actually put his hand on my thigh again!

I looked back at him, he showed his yellow teeth and smiled at me, I hastily moved my legs to one side, I have been harassed many times on the bus, but it was the first time I was harassed by such a disgusting uncle.

The car continued to drive, and I peeked at him from time to time, the tent in his crotch was raised higher.

Facing his visual obscenity, my body gradually began to feel, and I slowlyWith her relaxed and tight legs, she took the opportunity to lift up her skirt, revealing a part of her pink and white thighs.

He quickly noticed the change in my skirt, and quietly put his hand on my thigh. I pretended to be nonchalant and looked out the window, feeling that his hands were so hot and sweated profusely.

When the car stopped, he reluctantly moved his hand on my leg. God, I really hope his hand stays on my leg for a while longer.

Then his eyes began to secretly look into the neckline. Instead of hiding, I leaned forward to make my neckline lower so that he could see my chest more conveniently.

At this time, he turned his head and exchanged a few words with the other migrant workers next to him, and I found that they all began to secretly look at me.

Immediately, I felt my heart beat faster again. This made me feel very excited. I actually showed myself to a group of dirty migrant workers.

God, I seem to feel the eyes of these men brushing my chest inch by inch… Time passed very slowly, and there seemed to be a voice in my head “Look, look…”

The smell of sweat came from around me wave after wave. Although it was unpleasant, it kept stimulating my sense of smell and made my thoughts more chaotic and impulsive.

The warm palm next to me was placed on my thigh again.

And began to move towards the inner thighs, I seemed to hear the whispers of several other migrant workers.

I was afraid that it would be too embarrassing, so I raised my head inadvertently, only then did I realize that two middle school students standing close were also watching! God! This stimulated me again and made my lower body feel bigger, I was about to get out of the car, why not let this dirty man who looks older than my father… take advantage, thinking of this, I moved my thighs towards his hand.

His hands were encouraged. At this moment, I turned my head and looked at him provocatively. He understood at once. His rough dirty hands started to forcefully knead my white and tender thighs. His fingers went over to my panties one by one. I felt the heat inside my body continue to heat up. I slowly separated my legs, and finally his hot palms completely stopped between my legs. Just when I thought he was about to start kneading my private parts, he suddenly stopped.

I looked at him strangely from the corner of my eye, and found that he was whispering something to his companions. He must be talking about me. The excited electric current stimulated my nerves. At this time, the migrant worker beside me quietly approached my ear and whispered: “I’m sorry, little girl, they also want to see, okay?”

The stimulation brought to me by these words made me unable to answer him, and the smell of cigarettes in his mouth was very smelly… I didn’t speak, his hand was placed on my mound of shame again, and he couldn’t stop squeezing my mound of shame. Suddenly he stopped again, and he found that it was a rope covering my private parts… While hooking the rope he found with one finger and pulling it forward, he poked his head over and asked me, “Little girl, what are you…underwear?”

At the same time, his fingers began to pull forward forcefully.