The seats in front of us were occupied, but the occupants were fast asleep. The seats next to us were vacant, and so were the seats diagonally to our right. Baba looked around to check if anyone was up, and when he found the coast was clear, he slowly turned a little to face me. I stayed still, leaning on the seat with my legs stretched out on the footrest.
Not wasting any more time, he slid his hand between my thighs. I instinctively spread my legs just enough to accommodate his hand.
"Hmmppfff..." I sighed as I felt his palm cup my vagina.
His right hand started moving up and down my crotch with his fingers pressing into my vagina, while his left hand cupped my right breast and started squeezing it.
I closed my eyes for a moment and leaned back into the seat as I felt his firm hands working on me, but I opened my eyes again and looked ahead to see if anyone was awake and watching us. My eyes were glued to the front, trying to spot any movement in the dark. The entire family was right in front of us and here we were, a father-in-law and daughter-in-law, touching each other under the shawls. The shawls and the darkness gave us a good cover, but the light from the vehicles passing outside lit up the cabin very often. It was risky, outrageous, but equally arousing.
"Don't worry. I am keeping a watch... You just relax and enjoy this," he leaned towards me and whispered into my ear.
"Hmmm..." I sighed as I felt his middle finger press and drag over my fully covered vagina.
It wasn't easy staying relaxed at that moment because Durga Mavshi and her husband were on the seat in front of us, barely a couple of feet away. But Baba's magical touch was too hard to resist. His hands felt firm but not painful, with just the right amount of pressure. He was kneading my breasts one after the other with one hand while his other hand was firmly on my crotch.
"Hmmffff..." I sighed as he gently pinched my erect nipple. I was sure they were poking out of my clothes.
"Am I going to be the only one working here?" he whispered into my ear.
I got the signal and slowly slid my hand, which was on his thigh till now, over to his crotch. My hand wound around his poking erection and I gave it a gentle squeeze, making him visibly shudder.
We continued to squeeze and caress each other like that for a few minutes before I felt his fingers trying to make their way into my salwar. He tried a couple of times and failed. I let go of his cock and loosened the string of my salwar just enough for him to push his hand inside. His other hand pushed my kurta up and scooped the left breast out of my bra before giving it a firm squeeze. His right hand went straight past my panties and touched my already wet pussy. I bit my lip and tried to stay as quiet as I could as I felt his hands on my naked parts.
My right hand also snaked towards his crotch and gave his raging erection a firm squeeze. He let go of me briefly to unzip his trouser and then got back to kneading my breast and playing with my clit. He didn't have to spell out what I had to do. I slowly pushed my hand inside his trouser through the open fly and was surprised to grip his naked, throbbing cock. He wasn't wearing any underwear.
"You planned this, didn't you?" I whispered into his ear. He flashed a naughty smile at me.
"You old pervert," I said as I gripped his shaft tightly, making his gasp.
"You lewd slut," he whispered back before shoving a finger inside my moist and ready cunt. That made me bite my lips and whimper, but the road noise masked it.
I fished his cock out and started stroking it with my hand, whereas he got busy fingering me. His middle finger went in and out of my pussy while his thumb played with my clit.
We started pleasuring each other right inside the bus with our entire family around us. I kept my lips tightly pursed to avoid making any noise, but he kept his mouth slightly open in pleasure. We got lost in the throes of pleasure, but every now and then, an odd cough from the passengers or some other sound would alert us. We would stop, look around and continue after making sure that the coast was clear. Now and then, he would pull his fingers out of my pussy and lick them hungrily and then above them back inside my waiting hole. I spat on my hand often to lubricate it before jerking his thick tool.
He was playing with my tits so expertly, kneading and squeezing them and pinching my nipples that I wanted to throw the shawls away and pull his mouth on my aching nipples. His cock was leaking precum, which trickled down to my hand. I licked it hungrily and got back to masturbating him. It seemed to have gone on for a long time, but the truth was, we had built up to his moment for a long time. We had both teased and aroused each other through the days of the wedding and, as much I would like to say that we kept going and going, the truth was, our mutual masturbation session must have lasted only five minutes.
I was the first one to go as my body thrashed on the seat. I gripped his hand tightly and pursed my lips with all the strength I could muster to not holler in pleasure. Seeing my orgasmic state, Baba, too, went over the edge and started cumming into my hand. I felt jets after jets of thick, hot cum spilling on my clenched fist and wrist, almost covering my hand in his sticky goo.
We continued bucking and shuddering for a few seconds more till our orgasms ended and we both gave out loud sighs. We both disengaged. I held out my soiled hand in the dim ambient light to find it almost completely covered in his cum. I had nowhere to wipe the jizz, so I started licking the cum off my drenched hand. He watched in near awe as I picked out the globs of his cum with my tongue and swallowed them. He mimicked me by sucking on his wet fingers.
A minute later, my hand was clean. We kept looking at each other, the post orgasmic glow apparent on our faces. I put my hand behind his neck and pulled him closer for a kiss. Our lips met, and we engaged in a deep, passionate kiss for a few moments before parting.
I fetched a bottle of perfume from my purse and sprayed it around us to mask the stench of our bodily fluids. We sorted ourselves and sat straight in our seats. We tried sleeping because we were both exhausted after a long day.
Even after such a massive orgasm, I still felt aroused and couldn't sleep. I looked at Baba, who was also awake. We both looked at each other and before he could say anything, I bent down into his lap and flipped the shawls over me. I opened his fly and pulled his already hardening cock out and was about to put it inside my mouth when the bus started slowing down.
"The bus will stop at a hotel for refreshments and bathroom break," the driver announced. Everyone started stirring in their seats and waking up.
Disappointed, I sat up and moments later the cabin lights were switched on. The bus slowly drove off the highway and into the service lane and stopped at a roadside restaurant.
Everyone stood up and got down from the bus and returned a few minutes later. This time, one of the relatives sat on the aisle next to ours saying his seat was not very comfortable. And with that, Baba and my bus adventure came to an end. We spent the rest of the journey sleeping and finally reached home.