There is a lot that Kik doesn’t know.
This trip to her parents’s home that she is having to make by herself on the bus is scary. It’s the first time that she would travel on the air-conditioned coach by herself. And it’s a good 12-hour trip.
Her dad Pon drove her to the bus terminal in his taxi that’s very much on its last wheel. He shouts his instruction to her about what not to do during the trip and what to do when she gets to his village.
Not that he was all that concerned. He always shouts when he gets excited, and that is much of the time these days.
Kik looks at her dad. The dark-brown leather-skin of his face has acquired a few more creases, around his mouth and his eyes. He always smiles at everyone and at most things. His life doesn’t bother him too much. Like an old water buffalo. He has nothing but the sun shines everyday on his field which has all that he needs but no more than that.
He glances at her briefly, gave her a few small bank notes then turns a round and walks away.
Kik nips into the 7-11 shop to buy a packet of her favourite fried black seaweed, some potato crisp and a cold Coke in a small plastic bottle. Delicious.
Only half of the seats of the overnight bus are taken when Kik boards the bus early. Many of the passengers are already rugged up under the blankets against the usual freezing cold air-conditioning.
Kik does the same, leans back her seat and eats her snack. Who will be seated next to her if the bus is full? She hopes at least that it’s a woman.
Departure time approaches and the seats are filling up fast. A spunky young man, looking like an off-duty policeman or soldier, looks at his ticket and the number of the seat on the aisle next to her. Then he sits directly behind her near the window, having to squeeze past a fat woman passenger already comfortable in her seat.
An old man comes on, his balding head shining under the overhead light. He smells of sweat as he looks at the seat next to hers and walks past to sit in the back.
Much to Kik’s relief, the bus starts and is about to roll back out of its parking bay. Then it opens its door and lets on a podgy Chinese man with glasses. He struggles with boxes of new electrical goods which he stashes above the empty seat next to her, which is now the last available seat.
The man smiles apologetically at her as he sits down with some difficulty because of his fat bum.
Kik returns his smile and curls herself up, presenting her back to him, resting her head on the window glass and pulls a thin blanket over herself. She is glad she has chosen a comfortable skirt and not tight jeans. She can sleep better tonight.
Lights flash by but soon the streets are more deserted as the bus heads out of the city. The bus light dims as soon as country luktung music from the speakers finishes.
Kik soon notices that her bottom is touching the man’s thigh. Maybe he has fallen asleep and is leaning in her direction. She steals a furtive look. He is sitting upright and looking ahead, his glasses glinting.
Kik is feeling suddenly bolder. She rests her bottom even more firmly against him.
In a while, the back of the man’s heavy hand has fallen on her bottom. He must be asleep now. He has reclined his seat back further and is facing her way, his eyes closed. He doesn’t look all that bad, for a Chinese, Kik thinks. His glasses suit him.
She can have a cosy ride tonight with this stranger practically lying on top of her. That’s weird?
Bumps in the road. The man’s hand has fallen down onto the seat, in between their two bodies, resting in the cleft of her bum and the seat that they share. There his hand stays still, moved only with the sway of the bus.
The man has spread blanket over himself, and some of it is over her bottom as well: now they share the same bed for the rest of the night.
Ever so slowly, the man’s left hand now adds to the movement of the bus. The back of his hand feels firm and warm through her brief underpants that are not now covering all of her bottom.
Kik dares not make any movement at all.
The skin of the back of the man’s hand is now in touch with hers, where the underwear has slipped and exposed her skin. That first touch sends a tremble through her. It’s the first time any man has been down there. She feels giddy and aroused.
Now Kik feels bolder and pushes back ever so slightly against his firm hand. The man notices this, his hand pressing back firmer in response.
Diagonally across the aisle in the darkened bus, an older man looks ahead. Directly across and next to the Chinese, a good-looking older woman is asleep, her face turned in their direction. An annoying woman has been talking too much on the phone right behind Kik’s seat.
The bus jolts again. As if waiting for that queue, the man’s fingers slip under the loose elastic of her pants and now rest still in the cleft in the middle of her bum. Kik holds her breath.
Eventually, the fingers move again and caress with the outside part, following so erotically the shape of her pert bottom, as the hand slides further down.
Kik dares not move. She doesn’t want this to stop either.
Suddenly she feels her underpants being swiftly lifted over his hand down to rest on her thighs. His right hand must have come to the party. Her bottom is now naked under the blanket, at his mercy.
She feels his hand straightaway, able now to cup over the roundness of her shape. The hand sculpts her form now, so very gently, on both cheeks of her bottom as far down to the seat as it could reach. He is shaping her bum and is enjoying every long second of it.
Then his hand goes into the cleft and rests on her anus. Kik squirms at that touch, despite of herself but she does not move away.
The man’s middle finger now takes over, starting its journey from the top side of the valley and firmly traces its way down. As the finger approaches her anus once again, Kik trembles. She has never felt anything approaching this sensation, even when her own fingers were fiddling down there on their own.
Now the large warm finger stands on her anus itself. If he pushes it in, she will not be able to control herself or her mouth. The man senses this tension but he toys with her and keeps his finger poised.
Then, at long last, it moves on, touching on her new bristle of pubic hair, which she can even hear crackle as the finger pushes into its new-grown forest.
What Kik is feeling is devastating now. The man is standing at the opening of her vagina. What the hell will he do? Again, if he intrudes, she will go berserk.
Taking his time and as cool as a cucumber, this crafty man takes his time. His finger stands poised at a place where it can cause havoc. Yet it doesn’t do anything. Kik stays frozen, as any movement may cause the finger to slip in by mistake.
It now finally moves, gently tracing the oval shape of the lips of her vagina. This is excruciating. Kik longs for it now to plunge in and be done with it. A soft sound escapes from her mouth, in her helplessness.
The man’s finger now dips to pick up the sticky fluid that is embarrassingly seeping out from her vagina.
As her thighs rest close together, the finger needs to push harder through the squeeze in towards her mound. Kik has forgotten the name of this hardening bean on her pubic bone. But she has many times discovered its power of sending her wild when she touches it in the privacy of her bed.
His sticky finger now presses this spot which stands up like a miniature volcano, about to explode. As has happened before, Kik quickly finds herself again in an overwhelming waterfall, being too quickly sucked over the edge and then free- falling completely out of control.
Kik can’t help but wriggle and squirm now, softly at first but then rhythmically in time with his expert manipulation of her jelly bean. She is soon free falling now as she stuffs a corner of the blanket in her mouth. But strange sounds still gurgle up.
Just as she is about to splash into the water below the waterfall, the man plunges his lubricated middle finger deep into her anus. The shock of that surprise sends Kik’s head banging into the window glass. She bites her tongue to stifle a long moan.
The man on the other side of the aisle is looking. The sleeping woman has stirred and opened her eyes. Kik can care nothing about that just now, trying to control her trembling as more waves rebound in the pool of her little body.
What about this shifty man himself? Kik glances back: he appears asleep and still. There is just a slight trace of a knowing smile on his lips as if issuing from a nicely wet dream.
Even after all of this, the man’s finger stays jammed in her bottom. Kik gives it a squeeze or two, in thanks. It’s comforting with it there.
Kik smiles to the window and dozes off for she doesn’t know how long until the bus slows and turns off the road. Here it joins a fleet of other buses, huge like jumbo jets parked at an airport.
The passengers are out to eat their complementary supper from the restaurant as part of their traveling fares.
Here the man finally slowly pulls out his finger. Then he pushes aside his blanket and walks out of the bus, without even glancing at her. As Kik orders her rice porridge, she sees the man washing his hand in front of the toilet in the distance.
He is not looking her way.
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