Suresh’s head nodded up and down rhythmically, in tandem with the click-clacking of the train. He struggled to keep his eyes open. He had tried not to fall asleep, but it was hard not to. Endless plains seemed to stretch out infinitely from the barred window of his compartment.
A herd occasionally broke the dull scenery of livestock or small shacks or houses painted with the same muted pastel enthusiasm. The family in front of him gawked and wowed at the sights, but not him. He had taken this train to escape these familiar sights, the familiar, comfortable people.
At the end of this arduous journey, he will have finally reached his place, his comfort zone. He didn’t belong in the dumps. He was not made to go to sleep early, to laze around in farms.
He was born for the lights and heights, the hustle and bustle, the sprawling cityscape, the enticing underbelly, the clubs, the booze, and most importantly, the ladies. As his tired mind started to drift away into incomprehensible scenescapes, he reluctantly closed his eyes.
A sweet scent interrupted Suresh’s nap. He opened his eyes tentatively only to find a soft, pillowy, massive butt right in front of him. Surprised, he tried to stand up. But his groggy mind and body failed to launch any meaningful enterprise this time.
As he stumbled up, he hit his head on the lowered bed frame above. He lost his bearing as he fell straight down. A pair of large, burly hands shot out and caught him. His upper body flopped straight down into the unfortunate and strange behind.
“Calm down, lad,” a smoky voice called out, holding back immature snickers. “Look, honey, we spooked him so bad he tried to jump inside your pants.”
“Geez! You scared me too. What would we have done if he was seriously injured?” The reprimanding voice was softer, sweeter, tinged with maturity. He tentatively opened his eyes to scout out his compartment-mates for the duration of his trip.
His eyes involuntarily shoot wide open, completely caught off-guard by the beauty in front of him. Her eyes were brilliant blue with specks of brown that shimmered and glittered like gold in the sunlight. Her pale face was curtained by silky voluminous brown hair that curled at the tips.
A small dainty mole distracted Suresh when she smiled. Her full lips had been painted over by rich red lipstick. He had to force himself to look away and turned towards the man seated next to him. Like his hands, the fellow next to Suresh was large.
His large, jovial face had a fierce, thick beard greying in patches while his thin hair still held out against time and age. His large chest and thick arms hinted that the man in his youth was quite the specimen. But he had let himself go as he aged, made abundantly clear by his massive gut.
Suresh shyly thanked the man for catching him. The man introduced himself as Pawalman. “And I am Neha, his wife,” the woman added with a smile.
“So, where are you headed too?” Pawalman asked.
“Up north,” Suresh said.
“College?”
“Yes.”
“What major?” Neha asked.
“Engineering,” Suresh said.
“What kind, son?”
“Hydro-Engineering,” Suresh said.
“Interesting,” Pawalman said. Neha remained silent.
“So, are you guys going to Delhi?” Suresh asked. Pawalman laughed.
“No, son. I have had up to here with Delhi,” he said, pointing at his neck.
“Really?” Suresh said in disbelief.
“We are going up to ‘somewhere rural.’ Live off the land, that kind of thing. Unfortunately, my husband is still stuck in the sixties,” Neha added.
“I don’t see why you would want to do that,” Suresh replied.
“Well, maybe not for you youngsters, but for us, the countryside is the best. It’s familiar. It’s home,” Pawalman said.
“Old? You guys don’t look that old?” Suresh said.
“Yeah, guy, who are you calling old?” Neha playfully added.
“Also, village life is not as romantic as you make it sound. It’s too quiet, too lax, too boring!” Suresh said, with little more vigor than he intended.
“Well, those are the reasons why we are moving there,” Pawalman said resolutely.
“But, you will have to deal with so much hassle that you wouldn’t need to in the cities.”
“Oh, please. How bad can it be?” Neha snorted. “No AC, no heater? Bad signal, bad channels? One, maybe two cinema halls with bad seats? Bumpy roads? Farm work?” Pawalman and Neha both laughed.
“It seems like you did not enjoy your time in the boonies,” Neha said. “And you seem to expect a lot from city-life,” Pawalman added. “Don’t worry. You will have to deal with gross stuff in the cities too. It might even be grosser.” Neha remarked. “It sounds like you are not going to Delhi to study.”
“Well, studying is my main priority. But I am not going to spend all my time on my studies. I want to do other things, things I could never do back home. I wanna hang out with friends in bars, go to parties.”
“So mostly booze, girls, and partying.”
“No, I mean..,” Suresh faltered. How could he ever explain it to them? They had been raised in that environment. They would naturally take even the most benign thing for granted, something Suresh had never gotten to experience.
“I just want that freedom,” he tried to explain, “Where you don’t have to look over your shoulders every two seconds to see if someone you know, which is everyone, is nearby. Or where you don’t have to cross state lines to drink beer. Or every girl you meet is somehow your distant cousin. It is so suffocating living like that. I hated it there. Home.” Suresh stopped.
Again, he had let his emotion pour out of him and pollute his words. Even though his eyes were cast strictly to the train floor, he could see the couple looking at him weirdly in his mind’s eye.
“I am sorry, I didn’t mean to be dramatic. I really should….” he mumbled.
“Suresh,” Neha said.
“Yes?” he replied hesitantly.
“Have you ever kissed a girl before?”
THUMP. Wow, he thought to himself, lost in the azure blue oceans that were her eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Calm yourself down, he thought to himself, calm down. He tried again before both Pawalman and Neha erupted in laughter.
“Look at him blush,” Pawalman said loudly as Neha chortled. That only made him blush more, which in turn only made them laugh harder. The strange thing was that he could not even be mad at them, especially not at Neha. It took the couple quite some time to settle down, both suppressing giggles.
Pawalman placed his hands on his gut as he took deep breaths while Neha wiped out tears from her face. “Oh, aren’t you funny!” Pawalman said. “So cute,” Neha added. The conversation continued for hours as the train rumbled on.
Its occupants were dwindling in number the further it crawled along the metal tracks. Once bored out of his mind, Suresh was now immersed. The blue skies of noon burned away into the rich orange of dusk. He joined the couple for a short dinner, the best the train could deliver.
Soon, the couple was preparing their beds while Suresh whipped out his phone to watch a movie. He had just started when he heard Pawalman’s soft snores from the bunk above. He paused it and reached for his bag. He fished around for his earphones when he felt his seat move.
He looked up to see Neha sitting right next to him. “Sorry, couldn’t sleep,” she said, “Do you mind if I watch it with you?”
“Sure,” he replied, handing her one of the two earpods. She moved in closer. Gods, she smells so good, he thought to himself. He centered the mobile screen and unpaused the movie. Any semblance of not disturbing her tired husband went out of the window.
The two dived into conversations, laughter breaking out quite frequently, and the movie paused just as frequently. Fortunately, Pawalman did not even stir as Neha laughed aloud a couple of times during the movies. The movie was funny but not that funny, Suresh thought to himself.
But he could not say he was not enjoying himself. He liked it when Neha laughed, her pails of laughter sounding sweeter than honey to him. He liked it when she talked, and he would do anything just to stare into her eyes. And all of this for a woman he met mere hours ago.
But the movie’s tone shifted. Silence now reigned the carriage as both of them held their breaths. They watched silently as the protagonist of the movie took the heroine in his arms. Suresh shifted around in his seat awkwardly.
It felt like he was watching with his family, long unbearable stretches of quiet during those scenes. He looked towards Neha with sidelong glances. She spared no attention to anything else as she watched the scenes play out with concentrated fascination.
Suresh could barely watch the movie, awkwardness too palpable for him. Then Suresh saw her hands, slowly but surely moving down. It crawled down her body towards her thighs. What? Suresh feigned ignorance, maintaining his stealthy gaze.
He watched in surprise as Neha started to rub against her thighs. He saw her cheeks redden as she continued. Is she masturbating in front of me? He watched her fascinated as she continued. Then she turned around with a smile looking directly at Suresh.
She cast her gaze down, and he followed to his engorged crotch. Her hands reached out, and she started rubbing his manhood. Oh god, is this happening? Both her hands worked in tandem as she rubbed both of their private areas, her eyes glued to his.
Suresh tried desperately to calm himself down, but he could not help himself. He tried mumbling out some semblance of protest. Those words died in his lips as she caressed his arms gently and led his hands down her pants. He unhooked her buttons and stuffed his hands inside.
The gentle warmth of her flesh felt good on his palms. He moved his hands to the insides of her thigh, stroking the area with a feather’s touch. He could hear slight moans escape her pursed lips. Soon, he was doing the same as her grip tightened on his manhood.
She began to stroke it faster, unprecedented softness sending shockwaves throughout his body. She leaned in to whisper, “What’s wrong? Your hands aren’t moving.” How could he when his world was being rocked? He could barely concentrate on anything as waves of pleasure threatened to drown him.
Then she suddenly stopped, removed her hands from him, and gently pushed his hands off of her. She buttoned up her pants again and got up. She walked over to her husband and gently woke him up. “You fell asleep, you dummy!”
“Huh?”
“I want to change into something more comfortable.” Pawalman turned away and went back to sleep. Neha reached around him for her backpack. She started walking away from the bewildered Suresh. She turned around and winked, then continued on her way somewhere.
Suresh caught himself staring at her hips and ass, gracefully swaying back and forth. Suresh had no idea what that woman was thinking. He was still rock hard by the time Neha returned from her little break. She had changed her clothes. She traded out her jeans and t-shirt into a flowery summer dress.
It showed off her curves well with a plunging neckline that offered tantalizing glimpses of her heavy bosom. She met his gaze and smiled. She twirled around once, a beautiful flash of color and sexiness. That, for some reason, set something alight inside Suresh.
He wanted her. He wanted to taste her. He wanted to feel her, deep inside. Regardless of circumstance. Regardless of the consequences. He could hardly wait as she slowly made her way towards the seats. She seemed to savor each passing moment, drawing out each motion, teasing out his beastly intentions.
She sat down and closed the distance between the two. Suresh made sure Pawalman was asleep before he caught her arms, pulled her towards him, and pushed his lips into hers for a passionate kiss. There was no resistance. She just melted right into the kiss, their tongues caught in a serpentine dance.
His hands moved with a life of their own, grasping and groping her breasts. They were what he had imagined them to be, soft to touch but springy, as they had not lost to time and gravity. With reluctance, she pushed them apart, only to whisper, “What about the movie?”
“Are you kidding me?”
Suresh attacked her neck, nibbling on her ears as he pushed his face into her hair. He took a deep breath and let the sweet scent of lavender filled his lungs. He closed his eyes and let his body feel her. His hands raced up and down her body, enjoying the warmth and softness of her skin.
His lips found her lips again and again parched and willing for more and more. Neha’s desire fueled her greedy appetite, reaching out for warmth and flesh, her arms tightening around Suresh’s body. She felt his rough hands run up and down her body underneath the summer dress.
Their warmth was mingling with each other. She felt them grope her breasts, caress her thighs, touch her indiscriminately, each moment multiplied and intensified by pleasure. Oh, how she had yearned for this. Her husband was fine, a good enough lover. But he was getting older, preferring the comforts of his dreams rather than her arms. Compared to Suresh, a boy, young and eager, he had jumped at the chance to feast on her body, to taste her.
But could he satisfy her? She pushed the boy away. “You never answered me,” she said, her voice dripping with honey and lust. Suresh looked at her. His eyes were wide and confused. “Have you ever kissed a girl?” He blushed (after everything they had done) and nodded.
She smiled. She leaned closer and whispered, “Have you kissed a girl here?” She pinched her stiff nipples, moaning softly. “Have you kissed a girl here?” Her hands continued downwards. “Or here?” She spread her legs wide open, letting him enjoy the view.
She felt ticklish down there, the soft wind caressing her sensitive skin. Her fingers rubbed the outside slowly and methodically until it glistened wetly. Suresh looked wide-eyed, his mouth slightly open, his penis stiff and raging. She leaned in again. “Don’t you want to, Suresh?”
He nodded absentmindedly, his eyes transfixed on the motion of her fingers. With surprising strength, Suresh lifted her up and on top of the small table in front of them. She could see her husband’s peaceful, soft face lost in ignorant bliss. If only he had.
“Ohhh!” her voice erupted out of her as Suresh attacked her pussy unexpectedly. “Slow! Down!” She whispered. Little giggles escaped from her, spurred on by pleasure. She felt his wet tongue slide in and out of her with a ferocity only a novice could muster.
Yet, that eagerness to please her, to make her feel good multiplied what she was feeling. “You’re doing well, a little slower,” she said. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as her body shuddered with each passing tidal wave of pleasure. She could feel erotic warmth radiating from her inside, setting her skin on fire.
Each touch from his large rough hands sent echoes of pleasure reverberating through her body. Every touch, every caress, every kiss added fuel to her bubbling, dancing fire. She could feel it build-up, more and more, threatening to engulf her. She held on, letting the feeling build, more and more and more.
Little bit more. More. More. More. Until she could hold on no more. Endless sweet euphoria erupted from within as she let the waves of pleasure engulf her. Her back arched back. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Convulsions rocked her body.
It was almost too strong. She had never felt this good before. She did not know how loudly she had moaned, but she did not care, or rather she could not. Her mind was overloaded on euphoria, drowning in hormones and pheromones that only signaled one thing immeasurable, incredible pleasure.
There was no room for thought, rationality, for secrecy, for modesty. All had been consumed by this burning, flaming passion and pleasure. She bathed in that glow, letting her body calm down, her vision, her breathing return to normal. She could only spare a glance at the bewildered youngster.
“Is this the first time you’ve made a woman cum?”
“Maybe,” he said, looking away. She sat up and placed her hand gently on his face. “You did well. I have never cummed that hard before.” His face lit up. Gosh, he’s cute. She kissed him again. “Now, it’s my turn.” She reached down, taking his penis in her hands.
Faint moans of relief escaped Suresh’s lips as Neha took his penis in her hands. Her touch was soothing the raging manhood. It was now his turn to grip the seats with his bare-white knuckles. Endorphins ragged within his body. Each stroke was tighter and faster than the last.
Her other hand found his nipples underneath his t-shirt. She gently pinched it, his mind now experiencing new sensations, ones he had never known. Her lips found his as they melted under each other’s embrace. But Neha’s assault did not stop there. She knelt and put his cock inside her mouth.
A blowjob. He had seen enough porn, maybe even too much, but he had never enjoyed watching blowjobs. He never understood how it would be enjoyable. My, how wrong he was. If her handjob was excellent, this was something from another dimension.
Shit, he had to hold on. But the pleasure was too overwhelming. Waves and waves of pleasure battered against his resolve without mercy as her head bobbed up and down with efficiency. “It’s……incredible…..” he managed to gasp out. “Have you done this before?” he asked.
She did not stop to answer, but he did catch a glimpse of a sly smile. But, again, his eyes were drawn to hers. Something about the way she looked right now, her eyes gazing up at him….wow. Even his thoughts were incoherent now. Hold, hold, hold, do not cum…
His resolve threatened to give away, but then she stopped. “No, why?” He was so close, so close. His breath was heavy, and his penis twitched aggressively. Did it look bigger too? It definitely hurt, though, burned with wanting. “Not here,” she whispered sultrily. She spread her legs again. “In here.”
“You are too sexy,” Suresh said as he rushed forward, ready to jump back into her arms again. “Yes, I want you inside.” Sweet moans mixed in sweat in the air as he penetrated her. He started rhythmically guided by the older woman.
“Slower, yes, feels good,” she whispered encouragement into his ear, nibbling it and biting down on his neck. All semblance of pain transmuted into pleasure as he moved his hips. He felt good, but it was not enough. Something was missing. He wanted to be more frantic, lose himself in animalistic vigor.
This felt too tame, almost as if she was holding herself and her partner back. He had seen her cum before. She had said she had never felt like that before. As Suresh gazed into her eyes, he knew he wanted to please her. He wanted to devote all of his physical energy to please her, to make her feel again.
A dark desire burned in his heart. Pleasing her was not enough. He wanted to make her his. Steal her away. His penis throbbed with forbidden excitement. Black fire fueled his tired body, steeled his mind and convictions. He would make her his.
Neha felt the grip on her tighten, her lover’s movements become more frantic, rougher. Her moans were getting dangerously loud, yet something felt wrong. She knew something else was going on in the mind of her mate. She reached out her hand to comfort him.
He responded by taking her hands roughly, shoving her head down. Rougher and rougher. Sharp needles of pain poked at her, mixing in with a torrent of pleasure. “Calm down, Suresh,” she urged. He paid no mind to her. “You’re…. AH!…hurting me.”
“You seem to be enjoying it,” he said.
“Suresh, listen.” Her pleas were only answered with concerted grunts. “Oh dear, what’s with men and sex? They act like the women they are with are nothing but just toys to pleasure themselves with.” Suresh slowed down. Neha turned to him and smiled. “You want to impress me.” He nodded. She chuckled.
“Then, listen to me.” She pushed him down. She ground on him. “Call out my name.” She turned up the heat. “Make me feel like a queen.” She kissed him. She led his hands up to her breasts. “Touch me. Kiss me.” She leaned down and whispered in his ears, ”Make me yours.”
Their efforts continued with enhanced vigor. Yet both could feel something had changed. The burdensome weight of expectation was lost. In perfect harmony, they both realized that this was probably something they would never experience again.
So, they gave it their all, giving up their bodies, minds, and hearts to this experience.
“Will you be mine, Neha?” Suresh said, “will you?”
“I am yours, Suresh. Tonight I am yours.”
“Am I better than him?”
“Yes, a hundred times better. So don’t stop. Please. Don’t stop.”
Yes, yes, yes. It echoed around her head and erupted sweetly from her lips. She could feel his manhood stiffen more. He was close. She could feel it. She wrapped her legs around him tightly. She would not let him go.
“Neha, I’m…”
“Inside, do it inside.”
“But, isn’t that risky…”
“Please! I want it inside! I don’t care! Please!”
My god, what was she saying? He was right there, sleeping without the care for the world. “Oh god, dear, look at me. I’m letting a stranger come inside me.” Stop, a part of her protested meekly. “I might even get pregnant.” Please, it pleaded. “Cum inside me, Suresh! Give me everything!”
A wave of pleasure washed over her, her privates quivering and tightening, as he pumped his seed deep inside her. With a sigh, Suresh laid down next to her, exhausted but satisfied. They were basking in the afterglow for a moment, breathing in each other’s scent, lapping up the warmth emanating from their cores.
He noticed his seed dribbling out of her, white against the red train seats. He took her hands and held them. Neha looked at him and smiled. “Didn’t we do something naughty?” she said. He nodded, all his bravado crumbling away before that smile.
“At least, now you know that you can satisfy any woman you meet.” She stroked his chin lovingly, “Make sure you use protection, though.”
“I am so sorry, I did that,” Suresh mumbled out, “You might get into trouble because of it.”
“Don’t worry. That was my gift for you.” She reached down and held his penis again. “I am a very greedy girl. Everything inside here,” she said, stroking Suresh’s exhausted penis, “is only for me.” She leaned in and whispered, “Got it?” Suresh felt all his blood rush down. It was going to be a long ride.
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