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Someone is waiting to LOVE YOU...
I am Santhi (name changed), a 34-years old married woman. I’ve been married for the past 8 years have a 6 years old daughter too. My husband works as admin personnel in a company at Mumbai, while I stay at Chennai, working as a cashier in a private company and my child studies in a school at Chennai. Our sex life has been pretty satisfying all these years prior to my husband leaving for Mumbai. Previously my husband used to keep me satisfied and I too reciprocate this happiness in the same measure that it never occurred to me to seek sexual pleasure from outside. But now, for the past one and half years, my husband was regularly away from me and he comes once in 5 months or so, I really started to feel the loneliness and the dissatisfying feeling in my sexual life!
I’m an extremely pretty lady with fair skin and long jet black hair. I’ve maintained myself so well by regular work-outs that I don’t look even a year older than 28 or 30. I’ve been proud of my well-toned body and perfectly glowing skin. Those who are interested in knowing my stats, my stats are 36-32-38. And my height is 5”2. I have a broad forehead, long nose, chubby cheeks, puffy lips and big eyes. When I smile, I get dimples. I have a slender neck and my tits are so big that when I walk, they tend to bounce out of my bra a little. I have a slight pouch on my tummy. My navel is deep & round. My muscular thighs are well-shaped and silky smooth. My ass too is in a perfect round shape. When I walk, my hips sway to and fro. And those who see my hips swaying to and fro tend to give out a soft whistle behind my back. I look that sexy.
I hope you guys have a perfect idea about my body. Now let me start sharing this incident with you. The story took place just a couple of weeks back, when I was forced to travel to my native place by train in the night time. From Chennai to my native place I had to travel, the journey is overnight by train. I happened to go there all of a sudden upon receiving the news that someone close to our family was in some sort of trouble and she needed my help as soon as possible. Since my husband as usual, was at Mumbai, I have to travel alone.
I booked my journey on the overnight train. When I reserved the ticket in the 3 AC compartment, it was in waiting list. Some six hours before the train was due to depart I checked the status and the status showed as RAC. I somehow was confident of getting a berth inside the train. The train’s departure time was 10 p.m. Since it was an urgent trip, I could not take my daughter with me and I made her to stay in one of our distant relative’s house. On previous occasions too, my daughter has stayed at their home. Both my relative’s husband (he was a man of 40+ years old) and my daughter came to railway station to see me off.
Till the last moment my ticket was RAC which means I would have to share my berth with someone in case the ticket didn’t get confirmed. I was eager that I should end up sharing the berth with some one decent in case of non-confirmation. I don’t mind even it was not a lady! We reached the railway station at half past 9 p.m.
The train starts from Chennai itself. When we reached the station, the train had already come to the platform. We reached the coach and occupied the side lower berth of the number indicated in the list pasted beside the door of the coach. My relative went in search of T.C. to convince him for the berth.
My daughter and I stayed behind. We kept my suitcase underneath the berth. Almost all the passengers had boarded the train and there was some utter chaos in the coach. My side lower berth was already occupied by a young boy of around 22. Our seat numbers were the same which meant I was supposed to share the berth with this young boy.
My relative came back exhausted. He was disappointed as TC was not ready to listen to him, giving the reason of non-availability of berths. My relative noticed that young guy and I began a conversation. That boy was in the final year of his BBM degree course and his destination was two stations after my destination. His name was Santhosh. He requested him to take care of me as this was the first in many years I was forced to travel alone in the night time due to emergency and asked him to adjust with me as we both have to share the single berth for the entire night. He nodded, looked at me and gave me a polite smile.
He looked very handsome with perfectly sculpted body. Maybe he went to gym to have such a well-toned body. He had short gelled hair, cleanly shaven face, and small eyes. He had put on coffee color cargo pants and black t-shirt with round neck. I saw his slender fingers and strong wrists. Then my gaze lingered for a while at his chest. He was not wearing a vest underneath his t-shirt and I could see the outlines of his nipples. He had got well-built arms too. He looked like a strong guy with medium heights.
When the time for the train to depart came, my relative and my daughter got down from the coach asking me to take care and wishing me a happy and safe journey. I was relieved to see them go as I wanted to spend some time with this young guy by seeing whose body I was tempted to do something.
I looked around the coach. It was full of elderly men and women who were going to some religious place together in a group. Some of them had already made preparations to sleep. I knew that within no time the whole coach would go to sleep with the lights turned off and then maybe I could do something with this young and handsome guy Santhosh.
I decided to go to bathroom before going to bed. Santhosh was standing at the door and enjoying the cold wind striking against the speedily moving train. He saw me going past him on my way to bathroom and again smiled at me. I was wearing a yellow saree and I knew I was looking very hot. I smiled back at him and said, ‘Don’t stand here in this cold wind. You might catch cold. Return to the seat and sit there.’
He nodded in agreement.
Once inside the bathroom I closed the door and lifted my saree to slide down my black panty. While sliding down my panty I realized how wet I was. My pussy was on fire. While peeing I closed my eyes and imagined Santhosh’s fingers running all over my juicy pussy. I quickly decided that tonight I was going to seduce that young guy and do something naughty.
After peeing I washed my pussy carefully and instead of sliding the panty back I stepped out of it, wiped my pussy dry with it and threw my panty into the hole of lavatory. After throwing my panty away, I proceeded to unbutton my blouse, ripped open my bra too and did the same thing with it before putting the blouse back on.
I returned to the berth to find him sitting at the edge of the berth. I sat beside him, quite closer to him. I was now looking quite sexier in the saree and blouse. The saree was hugging my body and showed all the curves. My blouse was low cut in the front, revealing my nice cleavage. Santhosh noticed that the saree I was wearing was very thin and almost transparent. Inspite of the pallu, he could see my smooth and sexy cleavage through it. When I inhale, the top of my boobs were more visible through the pallu. The transparency of the saree exposed more at the waist than covering.
Then, I saw an accountancy book in his hand, and as this was a subject of my interest too, we just started talking about it. We now got bit more friendly. Santhosh during the conversation, asked me about, where I was working, and about my hubby and family, my hobbies etc… In the mean while he got comfortable with me and started smiling, and giving friendly gestures. What a cute smile he had. And, here I was now deeply attracted towards this young guy. I started to think absolutely about what I want from him. I imagined that he will have me in his arms, tightly with warmth. I imagined of him fondling my bosoms, of licking and sucking them and I said YES I’ll do that with him tonight… We then, in the mean time, just continued with our casual talk. But my heart was beating at a tremendous speed; it looked as if I didn’t want to lose this opportunity at my hand. I was looking forward to an adventures night.
While sitting next to him and chatting with him, I now adjusted the saree pallu in such a way that he could see both my boobs through the blouse and it would made him to have a hardon. Santhosh now had a closer look on me especially on my bulging beauties. He was in fact secrectly looking at my cleavage as during chatting, my pallu has moved a lot and it was a delightful sight for him. While he was eyeing me from head to toe his gaze stopped a wee bit longer than necessary at my deep navel that was clearly seen behind that transparent pallu. He tried hard of hiding his anticipation and totally averting his gaze from my huge breasts, as it was possible to easily spot the outline of the shape of my boobs and my now erect nipples but he failed in his attempt. He was just glued to this fantastic show.
Fully aware of his gaze, I raised my hands knowingly to set my hair with a naughty smile. Santhosh got that sexy view again and got wild. He was stealing glances at my sexy cleavage and neck. I started realizing that he was openly enjoying the fantastic view of my bouncing tits underneath my pallu. Having viewed that part as well as the cleavage, he got a mental vision of my full boobs. Now I leaned back on the seat and in that process, my pallu has moved away quite a bit from my waist and I didn’t care to adjust. Santhosh sitting there, facing me, was openly gaping at the wonder view of my exposed navel within a foot away from him as I lay back on the seat almost drooping. At the moment his eyeballs were almost out of their sockets as he stared at me. Most of my midriff was uncovered and exposed, as my pallu hung carelessly over my head and he was having an eyeful of my heaving boobs and my deep navel just inches away from him. It was the first time he was seeing “so much” of me, but I did not make any try to cover myself.
When I smiled at him, he asked me nervously, ‘Madam, would you like to sleep? You can sleep. I will squeeze myself into this corner while you catch up with your sleep.’
‘Ok. nice suggestion. Lets’ do one thing... We’ll share this berth. I’ll sleep now and say, after some time, when you feel sleepy, wake me up. Then it will be your turn to sleep while I squeeze myself into the corner like you’re going to do.’ I said.
He again nodded in affirmative. I liked his obedient and well-mannered nature. I took out a pillow and a thick black blanket from my hand-bag. I kept the pillow while noticing him squeezing himself into the opposite end of the berth. I felt pity for him and decided to make this journey as much memorable for him as possible.
I lied down on the berth, unfolded the blanket and covered my body with it except the face. I looked around to see all the lights were switched off with all the oldies snoring loudly. TC was nowhere to be seen. Since we were travelling on a 3 tier AC compartment in the side lower berth, there was a cloth screen hanging at our berth for the passenger’s privacy and I asked Santhosh to pull out the screen partition completely over our berth and now we both were confined to our complete privacy. Now only the night bulb was glowing dispersing blue dim light. Everything was visible though in that light, I stretched my feet and they touched his thigh. I looked at him and said sorry. He said, ‘It’s ok, Madam’.
I had not turned sideways. I was sleeping on my back with my eyes closed. Some ten minutes passed when I decided to become little bold. I stretched my feet without opening my eyes and placed them on his thigh while pretending to be asleep. He didn’t move nor did he try to put my feet down. I liked it. After some time I said, ‘Santhosh, I am unable to sleep as my soles are paining. Would you mind pressing them for me? They’re burning due to some unknown reason. Can you please tickle them gently with your fingers? Don’t worry they are not dirty. I’ve washed them carefully.’
He was quiet. I said, “Just treat me as your elder sister. Please don’t feel shy Santhosh”. After a few seconds I felt all his fingers running all over my soles. He was tickling my soles with both hands. I got up and told him, ‘Santhosh, don’t use all your fingers. Just use your thumb nail to tickle the soles of my feet. Let me do it once for you, then you’ll know what I mean’ and I took his wrist in my hand and tickled it with the nail of my thumb. As I got up from my lying position and as the blanket was struck under his body, my upper body was outside the blanket and just then, my saree pallu had slipped from my shoulder. As I had kept two front buttons of my yellow blouse undone, it was a wonderful sight for him I could say because his eyes were glittering seeing me in such a state. Immediately his face lit up on seeing my cleavage and about a third of both my boobs. My mangalsutra was proudly hanging between my deep valley, my boobs spilling out from my blouse. Needless to say the poor boy’s heart beat stopped for a brief moment when he saw my large tits. The dim light of the cabin, the loneliness of ours in complete privacy was creating a wonderful atmosphere for him. I continue to sit facing him, made no attempts to cover my boobs and letting him savor my breasts tucked inside. Just for a moment I thought he will just grab my balls and say Madam you have such a wondewrful figure. But he said hurriedly, ‘Ok, Madam. You go to sleep. Now I know what to do.’ Again he maintained his decency and looked away from me to give me time to adjust my saree pallu.
I went back to lie down on my back. He began to tickle me the way I had shown him to do. At a time he was tickling one sole. After some few minutes, I pressed my sole – the one he was not tickling – against his dick. Then I followed it up with my toe feeling his hard dick all over again. His dick was long. When I realized he was hard, I withdrew my soles and placed them on the berth and spread my legs. I shall continue with the second part of my episode later. Till then reach me for your comments at santi.j.prakash@gmail.com
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