A Stranger’s Encounter
Hi readers, I am Nilay Sharma, back with another story again. I hope I have entertained you before. Well let’s begin with the story. As I am a IT consultant, I am frequently on tours around the country, so this time I was moving from Mumbai to Calicut, Kerala. I took Netravati Express from Mumbai and expected to reach next morning. Everything was fine, day went on we were 8 males sitting in the sleeper compartment, of course these railway people have problem with me that is the reason they always give me compartment full of cocks and not pussies. Well never mind, among these 8 males 6 of them were NRI Malayalam people returning from middle – east to their home, so there was no point talking to them. I wasn’t aware of their language and they weren’t aware of mine. The 7th guy was form Mumbai. Mr. Alam Shaikh, a small entrepreneur manufacturing some electrical parts of some machinery heading towards the same destination. The entire day we spoke to each other on various topics which exist in this world. As the train was entering the darkness of the night we had our dinner and rested sometime so that everybody goes to sleep. As usual I don’t sleep when I am travelling. It was 9.00 pm at night, we started talking to each other again in the dim light near the door of the compartment. Sitting on the seat no. 7 & 8, we discussed some stupid topics and suddenly he diverted the topic towards sex. He asked me casually, “Did you ever had sex with any girl?” he asked with eagerness in his voice, “No, Not yet” I replied, He was a married man, so asking the same question to him was pointless, “Well, I had with many girls, before my marriage and once post marriage” he said with excitement as if I belong to Oscar jury and I am supposed to give him an Oscar award for the act. “Post marriage? With your wife or …..” I asked with curiosity “Of course with the other woman” he said “With whom?” I asked “Ok, I’ll tell you the entire story, just wait, let me go for toilet first” he said and went inside the lavatory I waited for 2 minutes; he came out and again took on the same place, and started narrating the story, The story begins at Ahmadabad; I have frequent visits at Ahmadabad because of my business activities, I have a close friend of mine there Mr. Patel, who is also my business partner and looks after my operations in Gujarat. Whenever I am at Ahmadabad, I stay with Mr. Patel and family at their residence. I usually reach their residence late nights, either after completion of my work of before the work, only for spending the night. As usual one fine night at 11.30 pm I visited Ahmadabad, reaching down their building I shouted Mr. Patel twice so that they can hear me and allow me to come in to their house, but no one came to the window. After some more attempts, I saw a whitish face looking out of the window with a smile on her face, nodding her head giving signal to come. I went upstairs on the 2nd floor where Mr. Patel’s lives and saw the same woman standing at the door, waiting for me to come. She was Mrs. Patel, a housewife with one of the finest features and shape I have ever seen. I always admired her as my bhabhi because I used to respect Mr. Patel and treated him as my brother. Mrs. Patel is not more than 29 years with 2 small kids. Her skin was glowing in the dim light of the night bulb. She was dressed in pink silk night gown with a jacket over it. I could see her inner wears as she had not tied her jacket. I bend my head down towards the floor, she asked me to make myself comfortable on the couch. I sat on the couch and asked her about her husband and kids. She went to the kitchen and came out with a glass of water in her hand and gave me. “Mr. Patel had gone to Vadodara for some work and kids are sleeping in their bedroom” she said standing in front of me, “Ok, then I’ll move, I’ll come tomorrow” I said and stood up, “No, its ok, sit I’ll get you some tea” she said and again headed towards the kitchen I protested, but she behaved as if she had not heard anything. I was confused and what to do, and finally decided to wait. 10 minutes passed, I was busy scribbling and planning my next day schedule on my notepad. Suddenly I saw a shadow coming towards me, I raised my head upwards to see who is it, there was a silent in the entire room and that silent made me a statue with no movement in my entire body. My mind was completely blank after seeing the person standing in front of me. It was Mrs. Patel, but standing only in two piece of clothes in front of me. She came towards me as she saw I was in shock and speechless too. She came and sat near to me on the same couch and placed the tea tray on the table near the couch. “Alam bhai, can I ask you to help me?” she said with a requesting voice, “Bhabhi, what is this? What are you doing?” I said interrupting her in between, “Alam bhai please help me” she said again, “But what is this? You are sitting in front of me in bra and panty and you are asking me to help you” I said angrily “I didn’t expected this from you bhabhi” I said angrily She started weeping with her head down “Ok now this is it, I am leaving” I said and stood up to leave, Suddenly she held my hand and said “Please Alam bhai listen to me and then if you want to leave you can, but please listen to me for 5 minutes” she said while cleaning her beautiful face, “Ok” I said and sat on the couch “My husband and I both are living together from last 10 years, but as you know 2 years before Mr. Patel had been through medical treatments and due to that he is not able to have an erection. We have not enjoyed sex from last 2 years, I am feeling uncomfortable these days. I have even spoken to Mr. Patel regarding this, and he had also permitted me to go out for satisfaction, but I am scared and I don’t want to do that. I want to have sex with a person on whom I can trust.