Fucked A Stranger In The Train

Hi guys. This is Rohit back again with my second story here. I am grateful to you with the responses I received for my first story both in comments as well as in my email. So here I am with my second real-life experience which happened one month back.

I was on my way to Chennai to catch up with an old friend. I hope the response for this would be even bigger and lovelier. Anyways, let’s start the story. If you have read my previous story, you will know I am staying in Bangalore and working on a job that’s transferrable.

I would describe myself as an average looking guy, agile and fit, and 5.5″ dick always ready to look out for some fun. So this story starts with me leaving for Chennai from Bangalore on a Friday night to meet an old friend for the weekend. My train was around ten o’ clock at night.

So my plan was to get up to my berth and sleep the whole journey. I would be reaching around eight the next morning. Accordingly, I had finished my dinner and reached the station around half an hour before the train was about to reach. I got on the train and found my berth.

But to my great dismay, there was a family with two old age parents who would be sharing the same coupe with me. How badly I cursed my stars for not having some pretty girl. Or at least a beautiful woman somewhere there. I was given a lower berth.

But because the family had two old parents I left my lower berth for them. I went to the upper berth and kept my belongings. It was an AC two-tier coach and I didn’t have to climb much. I settled down and prepared my bed. I was just about to sleep when I heard something which was about to change the rest of my journey.

“Excuse me, that is my berth,” I heard a voice from down. I peeped from a half sleeping way. There was this girl standing in the coupe corridor with a trekking backpack behind her. Her face was not visible to me. The coupe lights were still on so I could see that she was wearing a casual v-neck yellow t-shirt with a tracking trouser.

It was understandable she was returning from quite an experience. “Sorry, but can you please take the upper berth as my mom cannot get up? Even he gave his lower berth to my dad.” Aman, surely the son of the old age parents said to the girl and pointed towards me.

In a moment’s surprise, I was not sure whether to say anything. I simply smiled at him. The girl looked at me and that’s when our eyes met. She was damn pretty and looked to be in her mid-twenties. I smiled at her too. She didn’t even bother to return my smile.

But instead got the luggage off her back and started searching for a place to keep it. “You can keep it there,” again the man said pointing below the lower berth. I kept on looking down. She bent down to keep her luggage. I got a very nice view of her cleavage and a part of her boobs.

How on earth I thanked my stars now. She came up to the berth beside me and settled down. She took out her phone and called someone. She spoke in language to which I was not very much familiar. Nonetheless, language was never a barrier for me.

I was just waiting for a chance to start a conversation. But didn’t want to portray me as desperate. I was, to be honest, was taken aback by her beauty and was not able to move my eyes. She looked as if she didn’t even know that someone was staring at her.

Her boobs were prominent from over the t-shirt. My eyes stopped for a second there. The next thing I know is our eyes met and I felt guilty. “What’s your name?” she said. While staring at her boobs I had forgotten that her talk over the phone was long done.

She surely must have noticed me ogling at her precious assets. I stammered to give a reply and said, “I am Rohit,” and gave an anxious smile at her. This time he smiled back, “Hi I am Soumya,” and brought hand forward for a handshake. I obliged.

And well I was looking for a chance to start a conversation. When this pretty young lady was herself looking for the same why on earth would I discourage her. We started chatting and were soon talking like we were some old friends suddenly meeting.

I got to know she was from Chennai itself. She had come to Bangalore for some trekking with her friends and was now on her way back. She was 25 years old (which I had guessed somewhat correctly) and was working in Chennai. I gave a brief bio about myself. Soon we started getting along quite well.

“Can we switch off the lights please?” came a voice from below. It was that same man, the son. His parents had already lied down. I suppose he was waiting for us to stop. I looked at my watch. It smaller hand of my watch was about to touch twelve. We had to oblige to their request.

We lay down facing each other with no sleep in our eyes. It looked as if we wanted to talk the whole night out. But obviously, I didn’t want to waste the night by talking only. I smiled at her again. She sat up and signaled me to come to her berth. So that we can continue our discussion without disturbing anyone.

Those of you who have traveled, you will know that there are curtains which separates our four berths from the two berths on the side. So I didn’t hesitate and transferred myself to her berth. And we started talking softly. It must have been about an hour or so when she complained about a headache.

I placed a pillow on my lap and asked her to lie down on it while I massaged her head. She obliged and I started my work. I understood that this was the best chance I would have this night. The old parents were fast asleep below and we were not in the view of anyone.

For a moment or two, I became desperate. While massaging her head I landed a peck on her lips. Instantly she sat up and looked straight at me. This time there was no smile. I wanted to say sorry but she spoke first. “I had seen you staring at my boobs.” I couldn’t find a reply to her words.

I said sorry and was about to move to my berth when she held my hand and stopped me. “No need to be sorry, it’s normal. I liked it though,” and she winked. Ok, so now I get it. This lady was also up for some fun and maybe this headache thing was not at all true.

I smiled at her and asked her to lie down again. She obliged. I started my massage which now started going down from the head to her shoulder and slightly above her boobs. I bent down and we started to smooch. She held my head and lifted her’s up to make it comfortable.

My hands went directly on her melons. I started pressing them from over the bra and caressing them. She let out a soft moan and smooched me harder. My hands went inside her bra and were on her raw flesh. I started squeezing her boobs and nipples harder. She kept on moaning.

Her tongue was in my mouth and our lips were soon covered in each other’s saliva. As I kept on pressing her boobs she bit my lips. I felt like tearing her bra and her t-shirt and to take those soft melons straight in my mouth. Girls must be mind readers as I believe she surely read mine.

She sat up, removed her t-shirt and removed her bra. It was dark in the cabin. But still, I could make out what wonderful big and soft boobs I was about to taste. This time I didn’t give her my lap, instead asked her to lie down normally while I lay over her. We covered ourselves with the quilt provided.

Soon I was licking and sucking her nipples. I sucked her nipple while I pressed the other one hard. She let out moans and was running her hand through my hair. She pressed my head harder against her boobs. I was literally panting for breath. I came up to her and we smooched and bit each other lips.

“O Rohit, you are wonderful at this. You must have slept with a dozen girls and how lucky they are I can understand.” I am pretty sure the number was not even half a dozen. But who cares. She removed my t-shirt. I removed her trouser and moved my hand down inside her panty. It was wet.

It was so wet as if someone must have opened a tap of water and forgot to close it. And how badly I wanted to drink those juices. I kept rubbing her pussy while smooching her. She held my hairs and was giving out moans. We simply forgot that we were on a train and that we had two passengers below.

I broke the smooch to check down thinking her moans might have awakened them. The old people were fast asleep. With one go I removed her panty and started kissing her body. While going down. I kissed her cheeks, boobs, sucked her nipples, kissed her belly.

I placed my tongue on her pussy lips and started licking and sucking her pussy. She occasionally let out moans and held my hair harder and pressed my head against her pussy. I kept on drinking the juices coming out. Now it was her turn. I lay down while she went down on me.

We were completely naked on a train berth with no quilt covering us. I thought what might happen if that son suddenly came to check on his parents. She started stroking my dick and took it her mouth. Now I believe she must have taken quite a few dicks in her mouth as she was so great at that.

She was licking and sucking and spitting her saliva on it. I simply lay down enjoying the moment. I came inside her mouth and she drank all of it. She came up to me and whispered, “I want you to fuck me hard.” I smiled. She went down and started sucking my dick again to make it erect.

She sat on it for getting fucked in cowgirl style. I ran my hand through her boobs and pressed her nipples. I held her back to help her bounce faster. We changed position from cowgirl to missionary. Then to doggy style and again missionary. I was about to cum.

But I quickly took out my dick and came on her boobs and stomach. I was left panting for breath. She smiled at me which made me understand she was more than satisfied. I gave her my handkerchief to wipe off my cum from her body. We both got dressed as our watch showed it was around four in the morning.

How swiftly time passes. I smooched her again and went to my berth and slept. The next morning I was met by my friend on the platform. She was met by her boyfriend. We parted ways and smiled at each other without anyone knowing and seeing, never to meet again.

So guys do hit me with your views about how was my experience. Single ladies and lesbian couples do mail me for some cherishable moments at [email protected]. Will wait to hear from you people until I come up with a third story.