Bihari lady on the train - Part 1
Hello, readers. I am Kush from Gujarat. I am 27 years old and a small business owner. An incident happened to me a few days back, and I thought of sharing it with you guys. It’s a real story and not fiction at all. It was a Saturday morning when my client called and asked me to visit his place for some urgent work. I told him I would be there by afternoon. And as promised, I met him and continued to work. My client’s office was in Mumbai, so I took the first express train I got and reached there. The meeting went on for hours and finally ended at around 9 pm. I told my client that I had to leave as I had some urgent work to finish the next morning. I left his office and reached the railway station. There was a train from Bandra to Jaipur that I was about to board. When I reached the railway station, I was shocked to see the number of people waiting for the train to arrive. Although I felt I wouldn’t be able to make it into the train, I had no other option as it was the last train. I had to board the train anyhow. As the time closed in, I saw a Bihari lady standing close to me, waiting for the train. She was with her husband, holding a bag in her hand. Her husband seemed to be an idiot by his behavior. The lady was very bold in her talks. I kept observing her for a while. She was around 5.5 feet tall, with brown skin, a bit chubby, and was wearing a low-neck and deep back-cut blouse. She wore the saree below her navel and was showcasing her navel to everyone. She just didn’t care about the saree, so that everyone could see her navel and the shape of her breasts. I checked her out well; I kept looking at her breasts – they looked firm and very big. She was wearing a dark red blouse and a cream-colored saree. I saw her bra strap on her blouse too; it was black. When the train arrived, everyone rushed to get in. Her husband didn’t even care to take her with him; he first boarded the train and went inside. At last, I and the lady somehow pushed everyone and got in. We were standing near the door when I thought of why not stand near the partition between compartments – it was a bit empty. The lady saw me moving there, and she too followed me. When we settled there, she came very close to me as it was packed. The train started moving, and we both were standing there – it was an awkward scenario as she was very close to me, and her back was facing me. She was so close that I could smell some filthy oil smell coming from her hair or body. I ignored the smell and just stood there. After a few minutes, the train stopped at another station, and more people got in. One of them piled up some bags beside us and in front of us so that he could stand easily. We both kind of got isolated from the crowd and were standing still. As the train was moving, due to the jerks and momentum, I leaned forward on the lady many times and touched her navel area and her back. She was wearing a very deep back neck blouse, and I was enjoying the touch of her skin. I think after some time she knew what I was doing – purposely touching her. Then she looked back towards me and gave a smile. I don’t know why, but my erection got so hard after seeing her smile that I couldn’t express it. Then she kept her hand on my hand and placed it on a suitcase beside us. There was nothing special about her face, but still, I got hard watching her smile. I was at my peak erection. I then started touching her buttocks with my penis. She knew I was hard, and she kept looking back every time I touched her buttocks, giving a naughty smile. This went on for a while, and I was losing control of my penis. I wanted to grab her, feel her, squish her breasts, feel her so badly that I just couldn’t resist. She then told me, “Sahab, 100 rupiya doge to hila ke pani nikal dugi yahi pe” (Give me 100 rupees, and I’ll give you a handjob right now). I was so excited that I told her, “I’ll give you 500 but let me touch you everywhere.” She instantly agreed on it. I removed my wallet and took a 500-rupee note in my hand and showed it to her. She instantly got excited and told me to come to her side so that nobody can see us. I tilted my face towards the side, and she started unzipping my jeans. She told me to remove the belt so that it’s easy for her. My penis popped out of my underwear, and she got hold of it. She looked at me and said, “You have a very thick penis” (Sahab, tumhara kafi mota hai). Then I just left my left hand on her navel and started feeling her everywhere. And she slowly started to feel my penis and moved her hand slowly up and down. The way she was doing it, I felt like she was a professional in this. The warmth of her hand was making my penis harder. I then kept my right hand on her bare back and started feeling her while she was pumping my penis. Then I started to feel her breasts over the blouse, but I was not enjoying it. She realized that, and what she did next just blew my mind. Suddenly, she took both her hands below her blouse and lifted the blouse with the bra. Both her breasts popped out. I couldn’t believe what I saw. And she covered it with her saree. She said, “Sahab, ab ap maje kariye” (Now you enjoy). Then, I instantly groped her from behind and got hold of her breasts from behind. I started feeling them and pressing them hard. She moaned a bit. And the bad smell from her hair and the breasts were making me go crazy. It was something I had never felt before. Those breasts were the softest breasts I ever came across. She had big areolas and huge nipples. Her nipples felt like the ones on baby milk bottles – they were big, perky, pointed, and very soft. Even my girlfriend or any woman I have been with yet, did not have such breasts and nipples. She was also getting wet, and I could feel her nipples getting erect.