A lady known as Swati thugs a businessman.
"Swati..." by hearing someone calling her name, Swati turned her head towards that side. There she saw a man of in late 40s looking and smiling at her. His right hand is raised above as if indicating that he had called her. She couldn't recognize him so she stood there only. She is waiting for a bus or an auto at bus stop.
Swati is a young lady of 26 - 28 years or so with perfect figure. She is in blue denim jeans and white shirt which is hardly covering her hips. Her butt is round and shapely. Though her breasts are not very big yet they are protruding through her shirt. She is confusedly looking at the person who is coming nearer to her.
They were standing at Majestic Circle in Bangalore. He came nearer to her and asked "you are Swati isn't it...?"
"Yes.. but... I didn't recognize you, do you know me...?" she asked.
"Don't you remember me... I am Madan. Three years back we met on Hyderabad Bangalore express." He said looking at her. She found that his eyes were shining.
"Yeah...yeah... Mr. Mdan err.. sorry I didn't recognize you.." Swati said and her cheeks turned pinkish remembering the incidents that happened that day in the train. "Very nice to see you again... I didn't know that world is so small.." she said like a philosopher.
"What...?" now who introduced himself as Madan looking at her with gape? He couldn't understand what she is referring to...
"Then what...? See three years back we met in train; we were co passengers. Don't know when you got down. I had totally forgotten it. It was a normal journey for me. I never expected to meet you again. Or for that matter any co passenger. Till we met in the train, we were totally unknown to each other, totally strangers. You said you are from Dharmavaram. But see after three years you recognized me and you are standing in front of me.
"Yes that is true..." he said, and asked what are you doing here you are from Hyderabad. Isn't it?"
Yes, I am here on five day training program. I was sent by my company. After today's program I came here for shopping" Swati said and asked "How about you?"
"I came here on a business trip. I'll be here for another two days. After distributing my orders to the customers I am going back to my hotel" he said ogling at her assets.
"Where are you staying...?" she asked being aware of his looks.
He said where he is put up. "Oh what a coincidence I am also staying in the same hotel." Swati expressed her surprise.
"Oh! How nice... why don't you join me for a cup of coffee and later if you wish you can join me for dinner also..." his eyes were roaming on her B+ sized breasts jetting out through her shirt.
She thought for a while and said "Yes Mr. Madan, I'll meet you after I freshened up".
Then they engaged a taxi and headed for their hotel.
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When Swati is having her bath, the incidents that occurred three years back on Bangalore bound train on that day reeled in her mind.
That day she was traveling to Bangalore to attend a friend's marriage. Though she got her ticket booked a week back because of the rush she got waiting list in a sleeper class. She was hopeful that she will get a berth. But that didn't happened. There was a lot of rush on that day. She got RAC seat.
When she went to her allotted seat she found a person of round 40 or so is sitting opposite to her. That seat is for him. He was neatly dressed. He tucked his shirt. His hair is neatly combed backwards. He wore a gold chain in his neck and he has two thick god rings in his left hand fingers and a ring in his right hand ring finger. When he saw her he gave a smile at her.
Swati also reciprocated his smile. She adjusted her luggage under the seat and settled herself.
He too observed her. She is a lady of 23 or 24 or so with a lovely face, charming smile on her lips. He found that her boobs; under her saree is heaving heavily. He also saw the impression of her nipple even she is covered with saree and blouse. 'Seems didn't wore the bra' he thought. There is a stir in his pants as he looked at her nipple impression.
His looks slipped further down. Her waist is creamy and a small fold increasing the beauty of her waist. Her saree is clung to her by that he could see the shape of her highs, 'thighs are healthy' he thought and looked deep into her thigh junction. But her thighs are covered with her saree frills. He just imagined how swollen the junction might be.
Swati sat calmly enjoying the outside scenery moving back. After 15, 20 minutes of journey the man sitting opposite said.... "I am Madan, a business man, I am from Dharmavaram"
Swati turned her head towards him and giving an alluring smile said "nice to meet you... I am Swati... working as technician in a company, presently going to Bangalore to attend a friend's marriage.." then there was a silence for some more time.
This time Swati started the conversation. "What business ore you in...?"
"Silk saree business... actually we are weavers. I go the textile shops to get the business. Whatever orders we get; based on that we weave the sarees and supply them.
"Oh... nice business..." Swati said. Then they talked about many things. He told about his family. He and his wife, 2 children and parents are his family. After telling her about his family he asked "What does your husband do...?" looking at the sindhoor in her mang.
"He is a fitter; works in the workshop of the same company where I am working. We are the only two in the house. My in-laws are from rural area. They are farmers. She said. Then they had their conversation on many things, right from sports, cinemas, and local politics to national politics.
Very quickly time had passed. At about 8.30 they had their dinner. He had packed from a restaurant where as she packed her dinner from home. They shared their dinner.
While having dinner he asked how long are you been married..?"
"One year back..." she said.
While having dinner when she bend, her saree slipped from her shoulder and he could see her breasts from the opening of her blouse. Her breasts are like fully developed sweet lemons. She didn't' notice her saree falling and displayed of her cleavage.
After the dinner; he spoke to his family, where as she spoke to her husband. At 9.30 pm Swati's eye lids were falling because of sleep.
"It seems we won't get any berths, and you are getting sleep?" Madan said looking at Swati's face and made some space at his side, said "stretch your legs and lie down".
No Mr. Madan, I can't keep my legs towards that side you are elder to me.. I'll keep my head that side, and saying so she adjusted and laid herself at Madan's side. Her head is now near his waist. It is the month of December, though the windows were closed still cool air is rushing in through the small gaps. She cursed herself for not bringing her sweater.
Madan took out his long shawl and spread over Swati and on his legs. In her sleep she covered the shawl properly over her closed her eyes enjoying the coziness of the shawl. Madan switched off the bed light over his head and he leaned back to rest.
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Swati woke up having a feeling of something is crawling on her cheek. For few seconds she could not understand why she was awake. But; quickly she realized that the object crawling on her cheek is either an insect or ant, but it is Madan's fore finger smoothly crawling up and down on her cheeks.
She was in deep sleep and in her sleep she thought that the finger is her husband's and let it run. The smooth touch generated sweet ripples in her body. "Mmmmm... saaa..gaar..." she moaned.
'Oh My god.. she is thinking it is her husband's'; Madan who is running his finger thought and using this opportunity he boldly continued to run his finger over her cheek and chin. Tracing her cheek bone and chin his finger further crawled to her throat and further down towards the upward slope of her one boob. "aahh.." a small moan escaped her mouth. But by the time she came to the total senses and knew that the finger does not belong to her husband but... her co-passenger.
By the time her body started responding to his manipulations. She also felt that a tiny drop had trickled from her vaginal passage. It is itching there.. 'oh! my god what is this my boobs re swelling' she thought about her breasts.
Now he put the hollow of his palm over her ample breast and started kneading them one after another. Her whole body is on fire. She wanted to rub her vagina with a rough file to overcome the itch within.
Madan tried to unhook her blouse but he could not. By the time Swati was so hot that she held his hands and she herself opened all her hooks and pulled the flaps on either side. Madan never expected such a co-operation from her. As he thought she is not having a bra, he held them and playing with her naked breasts now and then pinching and twisting her stiff nipples between his forefinger and thumb. All this is happening under the shawl.
After playing with her sweet lemons to his heart's content now he pulled her hand over his throbbing rod. Involuntarily Swati wrapped her fist around it. When he knew that she is willing to play he pulled his zip down and pulled his aching rod out. She eagerly grabbed it. "My god.. how strong it is.. it is like my husband's only...' she thought running her fist all along the length.
While she was doing it suddenly he pulled her head over his crotch and pushed his member in her mouth. First she struggled to resist but she couldn't so opened her mouth to have that sausage in her mouth. With in no time she is bobbing her head up and down over his manhood. Sometimes licking, sometimes sucking, and sometimes running her tongue over his knob and poking his tiny piss hole. All this happing as the train is running at its speed towards its destination.
