I have a desire to flirt and seduce these big, erlicha tzadikim
The rules: He must be a holy rabbi. A rabbi that has a lot of authority in his community. A rabbi that analyzes stained, niddah 'shmatas' under a bright lamp. A rabbi that removes his eye-glasses while walking outside to avoid glancing at females and shmutziga billboards.
I was on the way from Boro Park to Monroe to a wedding. As I was sitting on the Monroe bus, I couldn't help but fantasize about who is sitting on the other side of the heavy, dark curtain that is hanging down in the center of the bus. I knew that thoughts alone lead to no action. I gotta take matters in my own hand and find out if there are any holy looking people there. I just love them. There is so much sexual oppression in their eyes. They are so hot. They are dying for a decent looking woman; let alone a hottie like me ;).
I went to sit all the way in the back so its easier to perhaps spot someone. Also, when it is my turn to head off the bus, I can feel my way through the dark, annoying, heavy curtain.
I like to remove my shoes when I sit for over an hour on a commercial bus. I get comfy real fast. So I did that. I removed my tan, heeled shoes. Unbuttoned the first two buttons on my pink blouse and slouched on my seat. My black silk skirt was short and tight but I didn't care cuz it was slightly hidden behind the seat that is in front of me. I wasn't wearing any panties that day. I went commando. I did wear thin, beige tights with seams. I cant step out of the house without seams ya know, the neighbors, kids shidduchim, etc.
I was eagerly looking out of the window at each stop and scanned through the people I will be sharing this ride with. The cold air from the air condition strip almost blew my nostrils out. But I noticed some rabbi looking guy stomp up the stairs of the bus while he removed his glasses. I immediately sat up and tried to look him in the eye for those two short seconds but he was gone behind the heavy curtain. I was honry that day; hence I went commando. I was really in the mood of playing with a holy, frum rabbi. So I decided to slide one shoe toward the curtain and the movements of the bus will hopefully take ot further and further until it bumps into a black, patent laced shoe. A mans shabbos shoe. Perhaps a rabbis shoe with vaasa zuken (white socks).
There is something so hot with vaasa zucken. Even better, pepita (sp) hoizen. (Herringbone capris). Its a symbol of purity, and holiness. I want to corrupt that so badly. I want to take their holiness away. I wanna suck it out of them. Literally.
I shoved one shoe to the side very slyly. Noone saw me do this. It was moving around on the floor of the bus with the turns and short stops until I couldn't see it any more. It was on the other side. The side of the unknown. The male side. I was fluttering. My heart was. Licking my lips profusely and a bit nervously, I peeked over with a worried look on my face. Totally hopeless. I looked over the curtain as if I was waiting for my husband to bring me kiddush wine. Lots of frum men on that side. At least half of them had a sefer in their hand, twirling their peyos while shaking forward and back (yummy). One tzaddik was turning around a few times to glance at me while he bent his thick side curl and covered his lip with it out of nervousness. He kept looking back. I looked him straight in the eye to show him that im open for a straight look in return. He kept looking back and quickly looking away. I knew right away that he is upto no good. He wanted me.
I looked very pretty that night. I had my makeup done right. Was wearing lots of jewels and nice chasuna clothes. I smelled great too. I was very confident that I was the perfect rabbis magnet. I was so in the mood to touch and lick vassa zucken. To feel the zipper of a G&G pants. To twirl the button of a rabbis bekisha while he tries to focus on his learning. I badly desired to stroke a thick, long grey beard of a dayan or rabbi. I was thinking of heading into the tiny bathroom in the back of the bus while looking back at that cute, frum, holy guy with the thick, long side curls. I wanted to motion him to come in with me. I wanted to flirt with him and drive him nuts. I wanted to make his pants grow like a cactus. I wanted to be the first one to put my chasidish lips on his rebbish dick. Im sure he never felt what a blow job is. He never squeezed a proper pair of big, round tits either. I couldn't help but fantasize and cream my beige, seemed tights. I kept glancing at him and he kept looking back. I scooted up towards the edge of my seat and Slighly opened my legs apart for him to get a better look. I pried it apart a bit more and pretended to look out the window. I caught him look through the windows reflection. I then decided to push up my skirt a little more so he could chap what is going on. I did. I also spread my legs a bit more apart so he can have an even better view.
My oh my!! He looked back, looked down at my crotch and turned red.
Bingo!!
I got soooo turned on. I spread it really wide now, he turned back again and now I gave him a tiny smile back and looked down sheepishly. He got up and came to sit all the way back of the bus to be closer to me, but still on the male side. I noticed his vaasa zucken, amd long rekel. He was about 40ish years old, based on his forehead creases and few white beard hairs. He was scared to look at me directly. But he kept pulsing one leg and shaking it out of nervousness. I could tell that his heart was racing. He saw bare pussy lips. He probably never saw a pair like that before. It shook him up. I looked him in the eye and adjusted the cup of my bra and gave it a good squeeze while he was facing me. He started to shake forward and back while twirling his peyos. He was so nervous he bent half of his beard and licked it. He was fidgeting. I was horny like never before. Almost wet the seat with my juices. I was so ready to lick his holy dick. I looked at his crotch while he looked at me. It grew. I stood up, shoeless and all, and closed the curtain even further. Im sure I confused the shit out of him. Now I can feel my way through his heart (ahem) better.
I was standing and leaning toward the curtain. I was looking out the window from the women's side. But my right hand was down at the curtain trying to feel something, someone. I pushed my hand back over the curtain and felt an arm. It was his arm. He didn't move. I did it a few times. Until I started caressing his arm while I looked out the window pretending nothing is happening. It was pretty dark on the bus, the women were chatting with each other or on the phones, the men were learning or davening. Very little chit-chat at the men's side. But the frum yingerman sitting in the back having his arms caressed by a stranger chasidich female wasnt learning or davening at all. He stood up too. I now had access to so much more. I was sure he did it for that. I couldnt take my hand away from the curtain. I felt him up a bit more. I bet by now he had a raging boner that needed one good touch for it to explode right there. I tried to feel my way around and OMG! I found that tree. It was so hard and big. I heard a little moan that was quickly taken over by a harsh cough. He was petrified. I had all my fingers surrounding his whole girth and I squeezed it lightly while I was gushing horny juices directly onto my tights. After I litghtly squeezed his dick I felt a quiver and more harsh coughing and he let out a huge sigh saying "oy bashefer" (oh god).
He ran down the bus as quickly as he could. I bet he ran to the mikvah to cleanse himself. I wanted to leave my phone number with him so I could meet up with him. And have him feel a real pussy. Teach him how to properly kiss a girl. Pop his cherry, his many cherries..
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