All characters are 18 years or older.
Trying my hand at a story about a sexual tryst on a moving train in India. I hope to build this out into a series with new characters and situations. Unfortunately, there is little or no dialog between the characters as the story did not call for conversation. I know from experience on this site that some readers object to these kinds of stories.
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Legend:
Salwar-Kameez
- Salwar Kameez is the two-set Ethnic dress, which includes a tunic and bottom wear.
Dupatta
- The dupatta is a shawl-like scarf, women's traditionally essential clothing from the Indian subcontinent. Originally, it was worn as a symbol of modesty to cover a female's breasts.
Bhaiya
- Brother.
Didi
- Sister.
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Latha was excited at the prospect of visiting her parents back in her hometown in South India. She paid no heed to Mahesh (her husband) as he complained endlessly about the long overnight train journey. He had become like that recently, always complaining and whining about minor things. What's a night on a train anyway, she thought, and she ignored him as she busied herself packing for the two of them and their six-month old infant. They had booked an AC (air conditioned) cabin that they'd have to share with two others,
Latha hoped there would be at least one other woman as her travelling companion as she did not want to be the only woman there. And with a small baby it would be nice to have another woman who could understand her situation.
Mahesh, on the other hand, was his horny self and wished there would at least be another woman, preferably young, like the ones he had seen waiting outside on the station platform.
Latha looked forward to her stay at her parent's house. When they reached home she would have time to relax, with a lot of other women to help. She wouldn't have to deal with having to take care of Mahesh and the baby. And Mahesh wouldn't dare to ask for sex in her parents' house. She would sleep with her sisters in a separate room. Another two weeks of not having to deal with his dirty demands. She was repulsed when he put his thing in her mouth. Now he wants me to take it in and swallow! Yuk! And what about his recent request to put it in her asshole? Where did that come from? Gross! Just having it in a regular fashion with him on top was always an ordeal, what with him stopping and starting and dragging the fuck session for a long time. She dreaded sex with Mahesh because he was so rough and hard, and was always relieved when it was over. She never had reached the end with him. She regularly took care of herself when she was alone and Mahesh at work. She loved to masturbate, lying on her bed on slow, hot afternoons as the world passed her by outside. Fuck! If only Mahesh knew how to handle her and satisfy her.
Mahesh hadn't fucked his wife in about a week. She had flatly refused to have sex. She had her monthly period and gave him some perfunctory handjobs and once or twice agreed to blow him for a little while. But they hadn't fucked in days and this frustrated Mahesh.
He masturbated as usual, and Latha knew perfectly well what he was doing. But she did not know what Mahesh was fantasizing or thinking about when he jerked off. Mahesh pictured himself with the girls and women from his office. There were a couple of new interns, fresh out of college, that he imagined fucking. He thought of their beautiful jeans covered asses, and tight, small breasts as he fisted his cock in his bathroom.
And then there was their neighbor's girl, Reena. The family had just moved in a few weeks ago and he had already checked her out. Young and fit, not too sexy or fair or beautiful. She was quiet and demure in her manners but Mahesh knew how these quiet ones were. They had a fire that they kept hidden. His wife was like that when they married. His room upstairs looked out into their neighbor's backyard and he could see Hema at times in her full-length maxi gown. He picked up his binoculars and took an intensely close look at her. He could make out the swell of her tits, her firm ass as her dress pressed tightly against her behind. He could even make out the outlines of her bra and panties and the wedgie made by her ass cheeks on her dress and she sat and rose and moved about.
On occasion, he could clearly see her body outlined with the sun behind her and streaming through her dress. She did not have a clear hourglass figure and he sensed a roll of fat on her hips but he did not care. She clearly excited him. And then there was the matter of her panties. Damn! He was a panty fetish and this was godsent! He feasted on the close up view of her panties as they were put out to dry. She wore only light colored, cotton ones and Mahesh imagined these on Reena, with the gusset pressed very tightly against her hairy crotch, her cunt lips jutting out. He wanted to reach out and touch her panties, sniff and lick them. Fuck!
And now, he'd have to spend two miserable weeks at his in-laws'. Mahesh was clearly frustrated.
Perhaps I'll meet up with some old friends and have a good time. Maybe finally get some action outside marriage? But, no, not there, too close to home for comfort. Fuck! Kamala, Latha's younger sister, would be there. Maybe I'll get to steal her panties and jerk off on them. Fucking Hell!
As they settled down on their seats, two individuals entered their compartment. Both Latha and Mahesh were immediately relieved at what they saw. It was a father with his young daughter. Mahesh made the girl out to be about twenty, a few years younger than Latha. The father looked as old as Mahesh's dad, with a bulging tummy, scrawny weathered face and unkempt hair.
As was customary, the first few minutes were awkward but then they all got comfortable with each other and details of names and places and other information were exchanged. The women gushed over Latha's baby and immediately engaged in animated conversation, as if they had known each other all their lives. The girl called Latha,
didi
which meant sister in Hindi.
The girl's name was Hema. From the way they dressed and behaved, Mahesh could sense their higher social standing. But Hema's father was a gruff man. He made no attempt to reciprocate Mahesh's attempts at making friendly chit-chat. He huffed and stood up and got out of the compartment. The father's total rejection of him and his attempts to make any conversation raised a rage in Mahesh.
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[Mahesh]
"Motherfucking son-of-a-bitch!" I cursed to myself, "Can't he even say hello? Bastard!"
Hema turned her big, black, kajal outlined eyes to me and said, "Sorry
bhaiya!
(brother) I think he has gone out to smoke. And he also saw a few of his friends so he must have gone to talk to them. He will be back soon, then you can chat." She then turned and continued her conversation with Latha.
I hid my face in a magazine as the women talked but noticed Hema very closely. She was of medium height and was on the plump side. She wore a Salwar-Kameez with a dupatta. Her thighs were thick and full under her form fitting bottom. Her tits filled out her top and her skin shone with a healthy sheen. Her complexion was fair and radiant. Her face was bright and without any imperfection, As she sat cross legged on the bench seat, her stomach bulged and the layers of fat on her hips and waist were prominent. I saw the outline of her bra through the material of her dress. Her breasts were full and rounded. My eyes were drawn to her deep cleavage as she bent down to get something from under the seat. Her dupatta shifted and I had an unobstructed view of the tops of her tits, full and soft and supple, and bobbing in her top. I realized I had a hard-on forming in his pants. I thanked my lucky stars and looked forward to the next twelve hours of the journey.
Her
paan
chewing father entered and left the cabin frequently but I did not give a fuck. My attention was riveted on Hema. I took care to not make it obvious. I too went in and out of the room, acting all normal, but I wanted to get back and ogle Hema. She was so different from Latha. So young, so sophisticated in talking and manners, more fair and yes, I found her more sexy at this moment than my wife! I wanted to fuck that fair, fat, rich North-Indian girl! Well, I didn't think I could fuck her. But I can imagine, fantasize and jerk-off to the images I burn into my head, can't I?
Latha was oblivious to my actions and the attention I was paying Hema.
