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?"
"Don't call be Bhabhi, call me Manju," she said.
By this time the other passengers wanted to sleep. I offered Manju my seat to sleep, while I would sit on the edge of the seat. She smiled to this and accepted.
She climbed onto the top berth with her child and put the child to sleep. Then we chatted for some time. She told me she was married to a clerk at Bhusawal. Her husband was 45 years old and not interested in sex. While chatting I was caressing her soft body all over. After some time she told me that lets sleep. I told her to lie down and that I would sit on the edge. She tried but the space was less. Thus she folded her legs in such a way that her feet were resting on one side of me, and her ass was resting on the other side. Thus her legs formed an upside down "V" across me.
As soon as she lay down, I placed my hands on her feet and caressed them gently. She just did mmmmmm... and moved her feet away, only to push them back more into my hands...I slowly moved my hands under her sari and petty-coat. As I felt up her silky legs she just closed her eyes and smiled...I reached her inner thighs and caressing them lightly with my fingertips...she looked at me and smiled...then spread her thighs further apart...I pinched her soft flesh playfully...and moved to the honey pot between her legs...
