At 5.50 p.m. on a hot May evening I was sitting on the lower berth of a coupe compartment in the first class air conditioned coach of a train scheduled to depart for Madras in ten minutes time. I was on my way to attend a business meeting.
My name is Saheb Sahebji. This is not my given name but everyone including my parents calls me by it. Anyway, what is in a name? I am 6 feet tall and slim. I am a freelance commercial artist by profession.
I was wearing a kurta and pajama (North Indian attire for men, suitable for day and night wear) so that I would be comfortable and didn't have to change on the train.
The incident I am about to narrate took place some years ago. The upper berth was still empty. I was wondering who would be my travel companion when the coach attendant arrived with a lady.
"Madam, this is the only berth, which is not occupied. If you want I can allot it to you. This gentleman is also traveling to Madras like you," he said, pointing to the upper berth.
The lady looked around the compartment and seeing me she hesitated but said, "Oh, I must get there by this train. Okay, I will take it." The lady stared at me for a minute then went out with the coach attendant.
Soon she was back carrying her vanity case and accompanied by a coolie (porter), who stowed away her luggage. The train started to move as she settled down. I was sitting next to the window and she made herself comfortable on the other end of the berth. She took out a Sidney Sheldon and started to read.
She was about 24 years old, beautiful, tall, slim, very fair with long hair tastefully done up in a bun behind her head. She wore a sky blue chiffon sari with matching blouse, matching bindi (round mark on the forehead of Indian ladies) and matching sandals. Her sari was wrapped tightly round her body showing all her curves to their best advantage. The pallu (the upper end of the sari) was pulled tightly across her firm boobs. Her boobs were not very large but the right size for her physique.
It was evident from the sindoor (vermillion colored powder) in her hair parting that she was married. She had a double pearl string around her neck, which enhanced the beauty of her swan like neck, pearl tops and a diamond ring on her fingers. She looked educated and seemed to belong to upper middle class and moving in good society. To me she seemed like Miss World and Miss Universe both rolled in one.
Seeing her beautiful face I wondered how beautiful her choot would be and I got a hard on. I introduced myself and we started to talk. Our conversation was in English. She was easy to talk to and was quite at ease during the whole time.
During our conversation she told me that her name was Kiran. She was married for four years and had no children. Her husband had gone abroad for two months training and she had spent this time visiting with her parents. Her husband was coming back tomorrow night and she was returning to her husband's home to be with him. Actually she wanted to travel on yesterday's train, so that she could receive him, but could not get a berth. This apparently was the reason she had agreed to share a coupe with an unknown male passenger.
While we were talking the coach attendant came to make the beds. We went out in the corridor. She stood near me. I could smell the lovely perfume she had used.
"She has not had a cock for the last two months, as her husband is away and must be feeling very horny," I thought. This did not do my hard on any good.
After the attendant had finished making the beds he took our order for dinner and said, "I will serve it around 9 p.m. in the compartment. Is it all right?"
We said okay and he left.
We returned to our seats. I sat down as before near the window but Kiran instead of sitting at the far end of the berth sat down near the middle and we continued our conversation.
During our conversation I kept getting hard on from time to time. On couple of occasions I had to adjust my position to hide my hard on from her view.
At about seven I opened my 'travel bar'. "Would you care for a drink? I am sorry I can offer only a limited choice of scotch and cognac," I asked politely.
For a moment she hesitated then said, "Thank you very much. I would love to join you. Scotch with soda for me, please." I poured out the drinks and we settled back to enjoy them.
While I had finished half a glass, Kiran had emptied her glass. When I started to refresh her drink she took the bottle from my hand and poured herself a stiff drink, which she started to gulp.
I was in no mood to be stuck with an intoxicated woman all night. I advised her to drink slowly. She said, "Don't worry, I will not embarrass you. I am quite used to drinking at parties."
When the attendant brought dinner she had had four drinks to mine two. She was definitely used to drinking because the scotch had no visible effect on her. We ate our dinner. After dinner we sipped some cognac. When the attendant came to collect the dishes he asked, "When should I serve the morning tea?"
"Would tea at 7 a.m. be all right or would you prefer it earlier?" I asked Kiran.
"7 O'clock is fine with me," she replied.
"At seven," I told the attendant.
At 10 p.m. she said, "I think I'll go to bed now."
"I will go out to smoke a cigarette and in the meanwhile, if you like, you can change into your nightclothes," I said going into the corridor.
After 15 minutes, I returned to the compartment. The compartment was in darkness. I slid open the door without making any noise. All the lights in the compartment were switched off except the nightlight. I thought that Kiran had gone to sleep. I opened the door softy and entered. In the glow of the nightlight I saw, to my surprise, that Kiran was lying on the lower berth. She lay flat on her back with legs slightly apart and her arm across her face.
Dear reader you can imagine what was the effect on my cock seeing her in this posture. You are right I got a hard on again. I called out her name softly but she did not reply. I touched her on the arm and said, "Kiran, tumhara berth uper wala hai tum wahan leto (Kiran, the upper berth is yours, you lie there)."
"Uuunnnn," she said shaking her head. The whisky has taken effect, I thought.
"Kiran, tumhara berth uper wala hai tum wahan leto (Kiran, the upper berth is yours, you lie there)," I repeated.
Without removing her arm she said, "Uunn, tum uper let jao (Uunn, you lie on the top)."
This remark of hers gave me the opening I was looking for all evening but still to make sure, I asked, "You won't mind?"
"No," she said shaking her head.
I quickly lay down on top of her and pushing my standing cock between her parted legs, started to make fuck motions.
"WHA... ," she said surprised.
I immediately sealed her lips with mine. At first she tried to protest but few seconds later kissed me back. Her legs opened a little more making it easier for my lund (cock) to reach her choot (cunt).
When our kiss broke, she said softly, "Aap yeh kya kar rahe hain? (What are you doing?)"
"Jo tumne kaha tha wahi kar raha hoon. Uper let gaya hoon (I am doing what you said. I am lying on top)," I said.
"Mera yeh matlab nahin tha (This not what I meant)," she giggled.
Now confident of fucking her I started squeezing her tits and kissed her again and again. She kissed me back with the same fervor that I kissed her. Soft moans of pleasure escaped her.
I whispered, "Kiran, aise chudai main mazaa nahin aayega. Hum apne kapre uttar lain (Kiran, we will not enjoy fucking this way. Let us take off our clothes)."
'Nahin, aisse hee chodo (No, fuck like this)," she said.
"Kiran, please take off your clothes," I said again.
"Achcha, lakin batti band kar do mujhe sharam aati hai (Okay, but switch off the light, I feel embarrassed)," she replied.
I switched off the nightlight. I quickly undressed and watched her undress in the little light, which filtered through the door curtain and the window. When I saw that she had pulled off her panties, I suddenly switched on the main light of the compartment. With a small squeal she jumped into my arms, screaming, "EEEKK, batti kyon jaladi? (EEEKK, why did you switch on the light?)"
"Tera khoobsoorat badan dekhne ko (To admire your beautiful body)," I said holding her at arms length.
As expected her body was very pretty and without any blemish of any sort. Her shapely tits were firm and without any sag. Her nipples were hard with excitement and pointing at me. Her choot, with her swollen clit peeping out from in between her lower lips, had a freshly shaven look.
'Sahebji, please switch off the light," she pleaded.
Kissing her and running my fingers caressing her choot, I slowly led her to the berth and laid her down. In order not attract undue attention I switched off the main compartment light leaving the reading light on and I lay down next to her.
She was staring at my erect cock. "What is the matter? Haven't you seen an erect cock before?' I asked placing her hand on my standing cock.
"Aapka lund tau bahut barda hai. Mere mard ka laurda iss se chota hai (Your cock is very large. My husband's cock is smaller)," she said.
"They come in all sizes," I laughed taking her erect clitoris between my thumb and forefinger and pressed it.
"Ooooo," she exclaimed bucking her bottoms against my hand.
I continued to press her clit and slowly moved my fingers into her wet choot and started to finger fuck her. When I drew my finger outwards she raised her choot to keep the finger from withdrawing.
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