Fucked A Stranger In The Train
Hi guys. This is Rohit back again with my second story here. I am grateful to you with the responses I received for my first story both in comments as well as in my email. So here I am with my second real-life experience which happened one month back. I was on my way to Chennai to catch up with an old friend. I hope the response for this would be even bigger and lovelier. Anyways, let’s start the story. If you have read my previous story, you will know I am staying in Bangalore and working on a job that’s transferrable. I would describe myself as an average looking guy, agile and fit, and 5.5″ dick always ready to look out for some fun. So this story starts with me leaving for Chennai from Bangalore on a Friday night to meet an old friend for the weekend. My train was around ten o’ clock at night. So my plan was to get up to my berth and sleep the whole journey. I would be reaching around eight the next morning. Accordingly, I had finished my dinner and reached the station around half an hour before the train was about to reach. I got on the train and found my berth. But to my great dismay, there was a family with two old age parents who would be sharing the same coupe with me. How badly I cursed my stars for not having some pretty girl. Or at least a beautiful woman somewhere there. I was given a lower berth. But because the family had two old parents I left my lower berth for them. I went to the upper berth and kept my belongings. It was an AC two-tier coach and I didn’t have to climb much. I settled down and prepared my bed. I was just about to sleep when I heard something which was about to change the rest of my journey. “Excuse me, that is my berth,” I heard a voice from down. I peeped from a half sleeping way. There was this girl standing in the coupe corridor with a trekking backpack behind her. Her face was not visible to me. The coupe lights were still on so I could see that she was wearing a casual v-neck yellow t-shirt with a tracking trouser. It was understandable she was returning from quite an experience. “Sorry, but can you please take the upper berth as my mom cannot get up? Even he gave his lower berth to my dad.” Aman, surely the son of the old age parents said to the girl and pointed towards me. In a moment’s surprise, I was not sure whether to say anything. I simply smiled at him. The girl looked at me and that’s when our eyes met. She was damn pretty and looked to be in her mid-twenties. I smiled at her too. She didn’t even bother to return my smile. But instead got the luggage off her back and started searching for a place to keep it. “You can keep it there,” again the man said pointing below the lower berth. I kept on looking down. She bent down to keep her luggage. I got a very nice view of her cleavage and a part of her boobs. How on earth I thanked my stars now. She came up to the berth beside me and settled down. She took out her phone and called someone. She spoke in language to which I was not very much familiar. Nonetheless, language was never a barrier for me. I was just waiting for a chance to start a conversation. But didn’t want to portray me as desperate. I was, to be honest, was taken aback by her beauty and was not able to move my eyes. She looked as if she didn’t even know that someone was staring at her. Her boobs were prominent from over the t-shirt. My eyes stopped for a second there. The next thing I know is our eyes met and I felt guilty. “What’s your name?” she said. While staring at her boobs I had forgotten that her talk over the phone was long done. She surely must have noticed me ogling at her precious assets. I stammered to give a reply and said, “I am Rohit,” and gave an anxious smile at her. This time he smiled back, “Hi I am Soumya,” and brought hand forward for a handshake. I obliged. And well I was looking for a chance to start a conversation. When this pretty young lady was herself looking for the same why on earth would I discourage her. We started chatting and were soon talking like we were some old friends suddenly meeting. I got to know she was from Chennai itself. She had come to Bangalore for some trekking with her friends and was now on her way back. She was 25 years old (which I had guessed somewhat correctly) and was working in Chennai. I gave a brief bio about myself. Soon we started getting along quite well. “Can we switch off the lights please?” came a voice from below. It was that same man, the son. His parents had already lied down. I suppose he was waiting for us to stop. I looked at my watch. It smaller hand of my watch was about to touch twelve. We had to oblige to their request. We lay down facing each other with no sleep in our eyes. It looked as if we wanted to talk the whole night out. But obviously, I didn’t want to waste the night by talking only. I smiled at her again. She sat up and signaled me to come to her berth. So that we can continue our discussion without disturbing anyone. Those of you who have traveled, you will know that there are curtains which separates our four berths from the two berths on the side. So I didn’t hesitate and transferred myself to her berth. And we started talking softly. It must have been about an hour or so when she complained about a headache. I placed a pillow on my lap and asked her to lie down on it while I massaged her head. She obliged and I started my work. I understood that this was the best chance I would have this night. The old parents were fast asleep below and we were not in the view of anyone. For a moment or two, I became desperate. While massaging her head I landed a peck on her lips. Instantly she sat up and looked straight at me. This time there was no smile. I wanted to say sorry but she spoke first. “I had seen you staring at my boobs.” I couldn’t find a reply to her words. I said sorry and was about to move to my berth when she held my hand and stopped me.