Chennai Bangalore Train Journey

I had to return to Bangalore and so literally got into a train in Chennai with just a ticket. The train was crowded as hell and it was like being packed in a can. But I had no choice and found a place to stand near the door in the compartment. Being around 30 I was young and fit enough to travel standing all the way so I settled down to being as comfortable as possible.

Standing just a bit to my left facing the door was a lady, darkish complexion but what was striking was her very bright wide eyes. She lit up like a bulb with those eyes and it was difficult not to look into those eyes. She noted me looking at her and smiled since I am sure she had the same experience a number of times. She was wearing a saree but I admired that she wore it well, tight fitting and she looked like having a good figure with bulges at all the right places even though she had a slight belly.

The train started and soon a young voice asked her for water. I then realised that she had 2 kids a girl of about 12 and a boy of about 8 with her and some kind people had given them space to sit while the mother was standing. She did not have water with her and I immediately gave her my water bottle and that resulted in our starting to talk to each other. She was intelligent and smart and spoke well. Her husband was in the gulf and visited once in a year while she stayed in Bangalore caring for the kids.

She was returning after visiting her inlaws in Chennai. Her name was Sreelatha and said that friends called her Sree. We then spoke of this and that in general and after a while the train reached a station and here the crowd was really bad. A large number of people were trying to get out and a equal number trying to get in and in the result Sree got pushed and was literally getting thrown out of the train by the crowd. I grabbed her hand and she ended up standing right in front of me with her back to me so the crowd surged around her in the front. I was standing such that I could smell her neck and perfume and hair and she was squashed against me from the front with her behind. This was apparently the local crowd and would get down in a couple of stations. She thanked me and we started talking in a low voice since I was literally talking into her ears.

Thanks to the crowd, some of those in front of her either tried to brush or press against her from front so she kept pushing herself against me in the back. Now she had a real soft but firm and good sized bottom and thanks to the well worn saree I could feel her perfectly. After a while even though I tried my best the lovely sensation was difficult to resist and I started getting hard. That she could easily feel it was obvious as she stiffened. I knew that this was a embarrassing situation and decided to be the gentleman and said – “Sree, my apologies, really sorry, but please dont get me wrong, it is not deliberate and I am equally embarrassed, but ……” She relaxed a bit and said, “I know, I am not judging you wrongly”. I said thanks and relaxed. But then the hardness remained and I quietly enjoyed her soft bottom against me so intimately but did not speak.

After a while whether it was my imagination I do not know but I felt that she was now pushing against me a bit even though she had some space. I became alert and waited to see what happens next. I then found her slowly transferring her weight from one leg to another alternately which meant that she was now rubbing against me softly and slowly. The sensation was electric but since I did not know the truth I was tense and scared. I finally mustered up courage to say – “Sree, I hope you are not uncomfortable”.

She turned her head and said in a low voice that only I could hear – “I am uncomfortable but trying to find comfort, but it seems you are too much of a gentleman”. I was shocked, excited and thrilled but scared. Standing in a crowd what can one do and that others may watch was very scary. But then I suddenly realised that it was late evening and the light wasnt all that good and most passengers were tired after the days work and would soon start alighting so I had a chance and very little time. I took courage and raising my left hand a bit I found her tummy and slightly caressed it. The touch was like a electric shock and I could feel her stiffen. I was still scared and wanted to be sure so whispered to her – “Sree, is it ok ?”. She nodded slightly. She then adjusted the pallu of her saree such that it covered her left side more so that none can see.

My hands crept forward caressing her tummy and feeling her smooth soft skin and slightly squeezing but caressing always. Soon my hands was below her left breast and I probed with my finger. She stiffened and I could hear her breathing a bit harder. She was wearing a good fitting blouse and so I could not push my finger through anywhere but could slightly grasp her breast from the bottom and give a slight squeeze. It felt soft but firm and inspite of 2 kids she had maintained herself well. I continued to softly caress and squeeze her breast and caress her tummy but nothing more. I whispered to her – “Sree there is nothing else we can do”. She didnt say anything but in answer her right hand moved such that it was now between her bottom and my front. I was hard and pressing against her and her hand managed to get hold of my prick from outside my pants.

I almost gasped but with tired passengers around no one noticed. With whatever little grip she had she just held him and kept squeezing and within a few seconds I came inside my underwear and I just tightly squeezed her breast in pleasure as I came. She removed her hand, it had taken just 30 seconds I guess and I said – “Sree, thanks but how do I return the favour?”. She said “Looks like I have to be the teacher, so leave it to me, will let you know”. Soon the station arrived and the crowd alighted and it became fairly empty though we could not get seats yet. Also it was dark by now.

After a while she said, “wait here I will come soon”. She walked into the next compartment and kept walking. I waited. She returned after some time and said in a low voice “3 compartments from here is the a/c coach. I will go there and get into the toilet on the left. After a few minutes you come and once you are alone raise the latch a bit, I will open it for you and you get in. OK ?”. I nodded but had no idea what would happen. I mean here we were in a train, we had no protection and what the hell was Sree planning?. Anyway I waited for a few minutes and then casually also walked towards the a/c coach. Reaching it I found that a guy was standing smoking. Waited for him to look outside the open door and I quickly tried the latch and she opened it from inside. I slid inside and locked the door. She stood there with smile and said “we dont have time”. I said “we dont have protection”. Sree said “for now you return my compliments they way I did”.

Wrapping her pallu around her waist she quickly unbuttoned her blouse partially and literally pulled her big breasts out and then quickly hitched her saree up to her waist and stood with one leg raised on the western style toilet seat.

Holding her I quickly bent down and started suckling her ample breasts which felt so soft and sweet and tasty while my hand went down and my middle finger found her pussy which was wet and sticky already. I had a hard time finding the right spot but quickly found it and slid my finger inside. Soon I inserted two of fingers and started rubbing and rotating around. Her clit was swollen like a small bulb and I could feel her so well even though she was dripping wet and her juices were running down my hand.

As I suckled and licked her breasts my fingers worked their magic inside her while she gripped my hair and head tightly. I could feel her quiet moan and hiss as she she said – zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz in a low noise. It did not take too long and soon she started cumming and cumming in my hand and I could feel her thrusting herself into my hands, she gripped my hair and pulled at it and was now growling insider her throat as softly as she could. In a dew minutes it was all over and she gently untangled herself from me and holding my face kissed me softly on the lips and said “you must think I am a slut”. I said “no, i dont make value judgements since I am equally to blame”.

She said “I still dont know why I did whatever I did, but I guess nature overpowered me against all my senses”. I said “dont judge yourself harshly, consider this like having eaten out at a hotel. You still cook and prefer home food. And dont look at this as a emotional bond, we can be friends, special friends but you have a life and I have mine, lets us both not ruin that. If we can meet again and be special friends, that would be great but I will let you decide what you want to and I will respect that. But I will always be a friend”. She smiled and said “thanks and hope we meet again, lets be in touch and gave me her home number”.

I asked “how do I know it is safe to call and when I call what do i say ?”. She said “Invariably I am the one who picks up the phone even if my husband is home on holidays and usually announce my name when I pick up. If it is me, say it is vicky here and if ok to talk we will. If not I will tell you what to do. If someone else answers ask for some name and then disconnect saying its a wrong number”. She then added “I told you I have to be the teacher with you”.

We left and I did call her and what happened is the next part, which was even more wonderful.

Chennai Bangalore Train Journey