In a far far away bus… [FM]

First of all, this is the first time I want to tell this story to someone — the first time I want to say this kind of story –
Second, this is not a very hot story, Yet it is the hottest story of my life.
I am from Iran, and English is not my first (not even the 2nd language), so sorry if I have mistakes in writing.
I was born in Iran, but I am probably not going to die there. This happens twenty years ago, when I was around 20, a university student, with no sexual experience.

I had to commute from my city to Tehran for the university, and the only route was a seven hours ride by bus. I was used to late-night buses. Around midnight, generally on Friday night. (The weekend there is Friday and the week begins with Saturday)

I was alone, and the bus was almost empty, it was fucking cold, and the snow turtled the bus.

Other than the driver and his assistant, there were few passengers (3 or 4), and me, and a young woman, probably in her late twenty, and a very old man beside her in the same seat.
The bus heating system wasn’t that good. It was a cheap ride, so after a while, the old man starts complaining about the cold.
I had a blanket with me because I was aware that the bus is going to be cold. (It was my usual route) I offered her the sheet, and she took it.
Here I should tell you about myself (myself at the time, I am not that bad now:))) As I said, I was born in Iran, precisely the year of the fucking revolution. I was raised in an all-boy family, and all my schools were boys only. So I had no experience with girls. I had a so-called girlfriend at the time, but I saw her once (yeap, I agree, this is stupid) I just touched her hand once, she slapped me in my face because of that (I think I can consider this the second touch? :) )

I found my “girlfriend” using a random call on the phone. It was very dangerous; it was a crime to talk or walk with a girl other than your family. Sort of, it is a crime now too, but then it was a taboo in my small city, and now no one care.
So, when the lady starts talking to me, I was shocked. My heart goes crazy; I felt it beets. I am sure my face was red. I felt hot, she asked about my university and standard random stuff. Not in a continuous conversation, more like “which university?” and me responding with one word, and then after a few minutes, “which course?” and so on.
In a normal situation, I am a perfect sleeper. I can sleep whenever I can sit. But this time I was awake, I felt like my heart is going to explode in my chest, to be honest, I had an erection (I am not proud of it) it was cold. Still, I remember putting my face on the window to cool it down.
It was after an hour that she asked if I am cold. She was on the right side, and I was on the left side of the bus, and I was one row behind, and she had to turn her head to talk to me. I said I am okay, and then she asks me to change my seat so she can talk with me easily.
My first thought was to move one seat to the front to be in the same row as her, but she said she don’t want to yell on top of her grandpa because she doesn’t want to wake him up.
So I moved to the seats behind her. She was small. More than 40cm shorter than me. (I am 192cm tall) they were under my blanket, she changed her position and cross-legged on the seat (not sure how to translate چهارزانو :)) ), and her back was on the window and faced to the older man. I am sure my heart beet was more than 100, my ear was hot. She said, “why so distant, come closer” I can hear her voice in my head even right now. I lean on her seats back, and it was the first time I noticed her breast size because my head was somehow on top of her head, I felt ashamed, her breast was under tons of clothes, but I felt ashamed. I said “sorry” and moved back to my seat again. It was entirely out of my control. She laughed, more like a chuckle than a real laugh. Then moved her right hand from the gap between the seats, and with her fingers asks me to come closer. She put her chin on top of her seat’s back; she had to rose from her chair to do that. She was looking in my eyes directly, and I try not to stare at her.
It was the slowest second of my life. I was a stupid young boy, grown under the IRI propaganda. It felt wrong. I shouldn’t talk with this woman; at the same time, it was hot. She grabbed my left cheek like a kid and said: “how shy you are.”
Then she asked, “do you have a girlfriend?” I said yes, she asked about the detail and I said almost anything. It was boring for her, she asked about the university, and the girls in my classes, there was only one in that semester. We used to call her “Mrs. X.” (Hence the official Mrs, you can guess if we were close or not). It was common to have a girlfriend at the university in Tehran.
But the type of girlfriend/boyfriend that you don’t have sex unless, after a few years trust. It was different back then. Still, for me, it was the hardest thing to even talk with them. Girls were like aliens to me.
Then she asked, “so you never touched boobi?” she used the word “ممه,” which is used by the kids usually. I am sure that I had a blackout. For a second, I was panicked, like the Sanji in one piece when he saw a beautiful girl, just no blood from my nose :D). It was the first time I heard that from a woman. (fuck, I feel embarrassed even now!)
I was silent. I barely control my breathing sound. Then she said, “do you want to try?” as casual as when someone offers you a cup of tea. I was paralyzed. She chuckled, then looks around (there was a small light on top of every seat, and other than the driver everyone was sleeping.) and then with her right hand she grabbed my left hand, her hand was so cold, mine was like fire. She chuckled again, “wow, you are warm, like a heater.” then put my hand on top of her right breast. It was on top of a few-layer of cloth, but it was the magic. she looked around, opened her zipper on her jacket, then moved her sweater under it to top, moved the blanket on top of her shoulder, then unbuttoned two of buttons on her shirt, and then moved my hand on top of her bra. after few seconds she said with a teasing tone “do you want to move the last one or I should do it too?”

It was heavy. I moved my hand a little down, pushed her bra to top, and for my first time, I felt a soft, warm breast with a bit of sweat. It was the paradise itself. My dick was pushing my pants. I thought that I am going to explode from my heart and dick at the same time.

I didn’t move my hand, then she grabs it and gently guides me to rub her breasts. Then I start to move them, first on top of one breast and then both. I felt clumsy, I pinched her nipple once, and she said with a laugh, “it’s not a screw, and your hand is not a screwdriver.”
I still laugh at her comparison, but then I didn’t get the joke :(
I am not sure how many minutes was passed when I realized she closed her eyes and bite her lips.
She realized that I am looking at her, looked at me, and asked: “want more?” I didn’t answer; I was her puppet; I had nothing to say. She looked around, and I realized where I am. I looked at the old man, and I realized he is snoring like a dragon, before this moment I didn’t hear him at all. I stressed a little, but who cared?
She moved and blocked my access to her amazingly soft breast. Then she returns her sweater to normal, I thought that it is the end, but then I saw her turned to the front and after moving her legs in front of her seat, pulled her pants down. She grabbed a large towel like napkin from her purse in front of her seat, and put it on top of her chair, in that second, before seating I saw her bare ass, round, firm, and wow! Then she sat in the same position as before. I could see her pussy, but didn’t believe my eyes. It was a dream, and she looked at me, I was like a statue of stupidity, looking into her eyes, try not to look down. With the corner of her eye, she pointed at my hand. No reaction. I was dumber than Patrick Star. She sighed and grabbed my hand again and put it on top of her pussy.
It was warm and wet. I can talk about this moment, but I prefer to stop. Just try to imagine me, with my background, and the moment.
I watched a lot of porn up to that point of my life; to be honest, I watched one porn more than a million times. The videocassette was forbidden at my youth in Iran, and my father bought that to see the old Persian movies only! My older brother bought a porno (god knows how!? From who?) and hid it in his closet, I found it, and I watched it over and over and over again.
It was the time to use my porn knowledge, I tried to finger her, and she stopped me. Not so cheerful this time.
I apologized; she smiled and guided my hand again. I realized the porn was a joke :( what a shocker.
We continue doing it for a while. I was reckless now. I asked her to come to my seat, but she refused -it was too dangerous-. We kissed, she grabbed my dick once or twice, but it was too hard for her since her hand was short. It was hard to continue like that, so we start talking. For the first time, I asked her name, and she said Afsaneh. افسانه. In Persian, it means myth, Fiction, Tale. I was so close, but I could only touch her. It was cold, so I lost my view of her pussy (she put back her pant). She clearly enjoyed her power over me, and I was enjoying her too.

Around 4 in the morning, the bus stopped for prayer and toilet. We call it “lunch and Prayer” (ناهار و نماز!) time, despite the actual time, in this winter, the prayer time was around 6, and we suppose to be in Tehran at 6, so this was more like “smoke and toilet” kind of break. It was common to skip that in midnights, but this time the driver decides not to skip it, so I didn’t expect it to make a plan for it. She looked at me and winked. Then she fixed her Hijab and moved in front of the old man, they exchange some words, And she heads to the door, he started snoring right after her again. I clearly remembered the towel on her seat and her juice mark on it, and I looked at it like a holy object. I waited for a few seconds, then I followed her. Other than the driver and us, nobody left the bus. It was too damn cold, no snow anymore, but freezing. No other bus was there. She heads to the lady’s bathroom, and after a minute to the women Pray room (it had a curtain in the entrance) I was confused, I didn’t know what to do. I saw her signing me from the corner of the curtain. I wasn’t sure. It was dangerous; also, I had a bad feeling; after all, it was a little mosque; I felt terrible.

It didn’t take more than a few seconds to come to a decision. The hell with it, I wanted her at the time, I didn’t care if I end up hanging in the wind, so after a few seconds, I was in the room. I watched for a minute to make sure nobody caught me. I looked and saw her for the first time in front of me, without anything in between, her scarf was on her shoulder, and l saw her long dark hair for the first time. She told a joke about me being a thief ladder, and if the weather is okay up there. I said nothing and grabbed her, kissed her; I was crazy, I just pulled my dick out, pulled her pants down, she throws her pants and underwear aside, jumped on me, crossed her legs around me, her hands around my neck and start kissing me, with some adjustments I forced my dick into her. She sighed; I am sure it was painful. Still, she didn’t resist this time, I lift her, and let her go down again, I remember the feeling, the softness around my dick, it was warm and welcoming, my mind was free, nothing was important…

She was in my arms, her head placed on my shoulder, and her hand was locked in my short hair, her legs were around me, her pant and underwear on the floor next to me, my pants were down to my knee, and we were standing near one of the most religious city in the country (Qom) in the corner of a mini mosque, with an old oil heater, burning with scary sound of woooooooo.

I was in many dangerous situations ever since. Once I was in a car crash that three other passengers died. Once a scorpion bit me in Abadan, I nearly drowned in the Caspian sea. I was in the middle of the bloody protest in 2008, and I escaped revolutionary guards van by pure luck, but that was the most dangerous moment of my life by far.

But who cares? I was in the sky. You might be disappointed, but I came after the exactly third stroke.

At the time, I only knew there is something called a condom, not even seeing one. She said nothing, and my load filled her. She said “جوووون” which I am not sure how to translate, mostly pleasure. I wasn’t educated enough (at all?) about the other gender at the time, but I knew that I failed her. Yet her face was happy.

I put her down, very slow and delicate. She used her underwear to cover the flow of my sperm on her legs. There was a lot, she said jokingly, “are you alive? you seem shorter after this much out of you.”
And I, in my imagination, I kissed her in response to her joke, but I was an idiot — an asshole. My mind was working again; I felt the scary atmosphere; I was afraid of the situation, now I realized where I am. I was so small and coward, compared to her. I almost yelled at her to cover herself and left her in the first second when the coast was clear.
I go to the bus, I left her alone, and she came after five, six minutes.

She sat there, not looking at me, and she closed her eyes. I tried to talk with her, but she didn’t respond. I managed to speak with her again, but not more than that.

Mobile was not a thing back then, so I wrote my parent’s home number, and my dorm number, she accepts the paper on the last second, she refused to give me her number.

She called once, to my dorm, she was cheerful at first I asked if she was pregnant, then she said (in a very strange tone) no, don’t worry, and the time was up (it was limited), and I never heard of her, nor see her again, but I still have the blanket.

ناشناسا! که هستی که هر جا
با من بینوا بوده ای تو ؟
هر زمانم کشیده در آغوش
بیهشی من افزوده ای تو ؟
…. ای فسانه ! بگو ، پاسخم ده

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