I am an avid reader of all the Desi stories and I really enjoy them. So I thought it was time that I came up with my own story. The difference is that this is not a fantasy; this is a true incident that has happened to me. The names of the people have been changed for the sake of confidentiality.
I am a 24 year old guy who is working in Mumbai. This incident happened when I was 21 and studying. I was traveling by Gitanjali express from Mumbai to Kolkata. Incidentally I had the upper berth. The journey was pretty boring as there was not a single person who could make intelligent conversation, leave alone chicks. I had bought a mag which I was reading.
At Bhusawal my luck seemed to change. A lady boarded the train. She was around 30, and carried a child. She did not have a reservation and sat where my seat was b'coz the place was relatively empty. The Bhabhi was a bomb...she had about 34c tits and a ripe, juicy ass. I struck up a conversation with her. The child was about 1 ½ years old. She told me that she was going to a place near Kolkata. Since we were both Bengalis we got along well too...She kept throwing flirtatious smiles at me. I gathered some courage and gently edged my foot forward. When it touched her foot, I gently tapped her feet...then rubbed her feet with mine. This continued for some time...then she pushed back my feet with hers and started tapping back...I looked up to see that she was smiling at me naughtily.
By this time the train reached Nagpur...I asked her if she needed something. She wanted some food...I got some food for all of us...
As soon as the train left Nagpur we had our food and she came and sat beside me. As by this time the there were quite a few people sitting there, we were sitting with our bodies rubbing each other. Her thighs were resting on mine and I was really enjoying it as the soft flesh of her thighs was gently rocking on mine due the movements of the train. I folded my arms across my chest and gently pushed my fingers forward to caress the soft smooth skin of her upper arms. Oh what a feeling it was, it was like running my fingers over silk...She just glanced at me and smiled. Then I proceeded further to feel her sexy tummy ,,,,,,caressing and squeezing it...When I brushed my fingers on her breast...she picked up the newspaper and held it up in front of us...pretending to read it. This way our activities were hidden from the people sitting around. I ran my fingers gently on her soft tit...then cupped it in my palm...and squeezed it gently. She looked at me with lust in her eyes and bit her lower lips. This made me squeeze her harder and she let out a soft moan of pleasure which was thankfully lost in the noise of the train. Still squeezing her tit
I asked her "What's your name sexy bhabhi?"
