I was en route to Mumbai to Kolkata to take up my first job there. So I decided to travel in style, by 1st class air-conditioned coach, and here I was this Friday evening at 7 P.M. I was lucky to get a 2-seater coupe. To my utter surprise, the other occupant who was already there, was my mother's younger cousin, my aunt Polly, a most pleasant looking lady, no longer young, but very well preserved and easy on the eye. For many years, I had been sexually aroused by her presence near me. For me, she exuded sex, but my desire was forbidden territory for me. I've always liked older women. They did not have to courted, cajoled and coaxed into bed. Older women knew that a younger man's interest in her was sexual, knew how to arouse, and knew how to satisfy a man.
Well, here she was dressed in a pant suit that actually helped to reveal her buxom figure rather than conceal it, alone together in a small cocoon of a railway compartment of our own for the night. I said hello to her. In return, she kissed me affectionately on my cheek, holding me close to her while doing so. I could feel her body against mine. It was a pleasant sensation.
My problem was that I wanted to have a drink, but could hardly broach the subject in front of my aunt as I didn't know her attitude towards alcohol. After much hemming and hawing, I finally asked her if she would mind if I had a drink.
"Thank God you asked me, young man" -- she responded.
She took out a bottle of Scotch from her bad and asked me to pour two drinks. We then sat there contentedly sipping our drinks and making small talk. Two repeat doses and we were really comfortable, exchanging small talk. She had married a ne'er-to-well when she was very young. After a couple of years of ill-treatment at his hands, she divorced him and married a rich widower, much older that herself. She was now a widow of independent means able to afford a comfortable lifestyle. She lived in Kolkata in an affluent area in her own two story building and was returning home after a brief holiday in Dubai.
After the light dinner provided by the railways, I sat down at the foot of the berth, after it was folded down for her to sleep on. My own sleeping nest was the top bunk. She asked me to temporarily retire from the compartment so that she could change into her sleeping suit. On my return to the compartment, I found her nattily attired in a silk kimono that covered her body but allowed me to admire the curves that strained against the thin material of her kimono.
She said she would lie down, but I was free to sit there as long as I wanted. She lay there, with her feet touching me lightly on the side of my upper thigh. This was more than enough to titillate me!
After some time in this comfortable position, I noticed that she was getting a bit fidgety. I asked her:
"Are you uncomfortable? Shall I go up to my berth?"
"No, it's just that I get these sudden cramps in my feet and legs."
"Would you like me to massage your feet and ankles?"
She replied: "That would be very sweet of you."
I took one foot in my hands, sidling nearer her, put the foot on my lap. Her feet were surprisingly small and dainty. I massaged the arches and heels of her feet and her ankles, and by her responses, could see that she was very comfortable with what I was doing. I ventured to travel a bit upwards, to her well rounded calves, and massaged them softly. Then I came down to her ankles, and then upwards again, with my hands fondling and massaging her calf muscles.
I asked her: "Are you feeling better? Shall I continue?"
"Yes, please, but I feel I'm taking advantage of you" -- she said.
In response, I massaged her calves with renewed affection, caressing and fondling her there, and to reassure her that she was not imposing on me, kissed her ever so lightly on her ankles. My hands slowly inched upwards, found her knees, which I handled delicately to comfort her, then up her rounded, smooth thighs, which I massaged with much affection. By this time, she was in no pain and had her knees slightly drawn up to receive my ministering hands comfortably, allowing me my hands to explore her upper thighs. I ventured higher. I could feel her Mons Veneris below her panties.
Suddenly, she clamped her knees tight and said: "That's enough of that for now."
I was mighty disappointed, for I was hoping explore those luscious thighs further. Then, to my utter surprise, she got up to a sitting position right next to me and said:
"You know that I've always been very fond of you."
The words tumbled out of my mouth: "I'm very fond of you too, and have always been, and I'd do anything to make you happy, anything."