Hello, everyone! It’s my first story and I am writing this because this experience was too much to contain to myself. I am a 24-year-old guy from Bhubaneswar. I am kind of shy but love intellectual pursuits.
\nSo, last month I was traveling to Mumbai for an interview. I have traveled by train since childhood and it was still the same excitement that gripped me. I loved watching out the window and usually spent my time reading a novel or the other. And it went like that for the good part of the day.<\/p>\n
Then the journey took an interesting halt at Visakhapatnam junction. It stops for 20 minutes there to clean the train, refill the pantry, etc. I got down on the platform to buy some refreshments. Just then I saw a girl struggling to carry her two bags and walking towards my coach. She must have had a tiresome walk up the foot bridge as she was panting. I offered to hold one of her bags and she smiled and handed me over the heavier one (clever). She starting searching for her seat and I felt an unexpected breeze of excitement when I found she would be sitting in my front seat(upper berth). I again helped her put those bags on the seat. She thanked me again. I offered her some water and said “Take a deep breath! You seem to be exhausted.” “Thanks!” she replied.<\/p>\n
Now, as she was sitting there, eyes closed, sweat on her forehead I took the leisure to check her out. She was medium height, fair with long lustrous hair. I had noticed her eyes earlier- jet black. Now, it might be the mood of the novel I was reading or the fact that I had cut off from the outside world for the last few months to focus on my career that I found her charm in a way alluring. Added to that, her supple figure was not helping either. I don’t get caught in embarrassing situations usually; but, she caught me checking her out intensely. I was a little bit embarrassed. So, just smiled back. To break the awkward silence I extended my right hand for a handshake – “Hi, I am Karan!” now, it was only polite to return the courtesy. Moreover, I have already had helped her twice. So, she replied “Ashima. Nice to meet you!” and shook my hand. I must say I was not disappointed- soft hands like that of a child but a firm hold showing confidence. I like confident girls. They make the conversation a lot more interesting.<\/p>\n
She seemed like a Bengali. Typical height, long black locks, expressive eyes and not to forget the figure. I have had the chance to stay at different places of India throughout my school years. So, I had a pretty high knowledge about people and could very precisely make out their ethnicity, cultural background, etc from their looks, accent, etc. “Once again thanks!” she brought me back from the realm of my thoughts. I did not let the conversation slip away.<\/p>\n
“Those bags are unassumingly heavy! You do not look like a smuggler!” she burst into a fit of laughter and flashed her perfect teeth.”Ha, ha, ha! Why you got a problem with that?” she asked back.
\n“I dare not! That was a pretty firm handshake earlier. I do not want to end up in one of those bags.”<\/p>\n
“Oh, that! I am a state level karate champion,” she said.
\n“That’s wonderful. I feel safe already!”
\n“And I have got to say, you have a nice sense of humor!”
\n“I write columns in a newspaper. A sense of humor adds to the paycheck” I replied with a smile.<\/p>\n
It was 11 in the night and I had not noticed when the train had left the station. “Shit!” I exclaimed.
\n“What happened? Any problem?”
\n“Well, I got down on the platform to buy some refreshments and forgot to do that. I must say, I was distracted!” she took the cue-“Oh, really?” she smiled back.<\/p>\n
“Don’t worry! I have enough snacks to go through the entire journey. Overprotective parents, you know?”
\n“Well. Thank you. That would satisfy some part of the hunger!” I was using my wit.
\nShe did not say anything. It was just smiles. “We should get back to our respective seats. It’s 11 p.M.” “Yeah! You’re probably right.” she said.”Let’s go up.” she climbed to her seats. I could not help staring at her back. It was sculpted, I must say. Well, bong babes! What can you say?<\/p> \n\n
This time she did not catch me as she was busy arranging her bags to make space to sleep.
\nI went up. I only had a small duffel bag and a light backpack. So, while she was struggling to fit in her berth, I could stretch myself to my heart’s content. “Getting too crammed up there?” I asked.
\n“Yeah, a little. I’ll manage, though. Thanks!”
\n“Sure, you can! Never doubted that!”<\/p>\n
Now all the lights were switched off by other passengers. Since it was a 2nd ac compartment every berth has an independent night lamp. So, I switched it on and started reading my novel – “Scion of ishvaku.”<\/p>\n
“Interesting novel, it seems!” she said from her berth.
\n“Yeah, you bet!” I said ” I read all kinds of books. You never know what could inspire you for your next column.” “What about you? You gonna crash?”
\n“Seems like I don’t have a choice. Anyway, I am tired.” she took out her blanket and somehow managed to get into the prone position. “Good night, karan,” she said.<\/p>\n
I admit I was a little disappointed. I wanted this conversation to end in something exciting. Yet, there she was going to sleep and here I was reading. I, however, could not let that show. So, I replied “Good night, ashima!”<\/p>\n
It was somewhere around 12:30 in the night and I was deeply engrossed in the book when she broke my attention. “Karan. Sorry to disturb you. But, I cannot sleep properly in a train. Would you mind watching my belongings while I use the washroom?” she was disheveled and although I do not like being disturbed while reading, I could not help notice her cleavage. I was getting really turned on. “Sure!” I replied.
\n“Thanks!”<\/p>\n
She went down giving me a view of her perfectly crafted back once again. I must say, writers normally do not get distracted easily. But, everything has a first time.<\/p>\n
Now, I could not concentrate on reading any more. I decided I have to make the first move or regret. So, when she returned 10 minutes later, I asked her in the friendliest of tone possible “Look I don’t want to appear intrusive but you seem to be uncomfortable sleeping there. I do not sleep at all in a train. So, we could watch a movie together in my berth while all our luggage would be on yours.” there was a pause. I must admit I have never been that far with a girl in a conversation.Yet, I was sure I was polite. So she smiled and said-“I guess we could do that. Anyway, you seem like a decent guy.”<\/p>\n
“I am indeed. My decency shot a few notches up when I knew you are a state level karate champion.” I joked. She laughed and moved over to my seat while I put my bags on hers. Now,
\nWhat do we do next, I thought. How to steer this story to the sweetest ending possible. An idea struck my mind -titanic’!<\/p>\n
I switched on the movie on my tablet. We watched the movie together with earplugs, talked in a hushed tone and were clad in one blanket owing to the freezing temperature inside the ac coach. I was surprised how easily I could handle it. I thought I would be clumsy with her as I am with other people owing to the fact that I was as introvert as one could be. It was 2 in the night, the movie was progressing and then came the epic scene when jack kisses kate on the ship holding her for the back. I could feel the sexual tension between us. But, she was a nice and confident girl. So, I decided not to take it fast.
\nShe got a little apart and said-“Well, this is a clever choice of movie, I must say.”
\n“It is. Wouldn’t you agree?”<\/p>\n
“Yeah and that you are hitting on me.”
\n“You object?” I asked.
\n“Well, what do you think?”<\/p>\n
“I don’t assume things, ashima. We both are grown ups and we have needs. I liked you the instant I saw you. But, I did not want to push it fast. You seem like a nice girl- pretty, confident and to a great extent-tempting. We can either pass this night like two awkward young people attracted to each other or make this time memorable. The choice is yours.” I let it out confidently.
\n“Wow, that’s pretty straightforward. No mincing of words or beating around the bush.”<\/p>\n
“So, cutting to the chase, what do you say?” we were inches apart.
\n“Say what?” she asked trying to seem unassuming.
\n“To this,” I said and held her hand and before she could react planted a soft kiss on her lips. It was a fraction of a second but, I felt the adrenaline rushing through my veins. She waited for few seconds then said- “Well, you live only once. Besides, I choose to make it memorable.” and she kissed back. I must admit, I have written so many columns on love. Teenage desires, seen so many movies, but, the first kiss is something out of the world. I made her sleep and climbed upon her trying not to awaken any co-passenger.<\/p>\n
Holding her by the waist I kissed her deep and explored her mouth with my tongue while my right hand was on her breasts. I pressed them softly. She moaned into my mouth. Our heartbeats were racing. My dick was throbbing and dying to get out. But, I knew foreplay is such a wonderful act to engage in. The kissing and groping continued for around 15 minutes and I could see her breathing heavy and trying to undress me. I told her “You first. This bra of yours is creating trouble.” “She laughed under her breath and took it out to give me full access to her breasts. Well, all politeness went out the window when I saw those pair of nicely developed breasts. They seemed like they have just been unpacked. And although they were drenched in sweat even in the ac, I had nothing to complain. I took one nipple in my mouth while I twisted the other with my fingers. And sucked on them as if my life depended on it. I had a mouthful and handful of breasts. It was turning me on like nothing has ever before. She was dying of pleasure yet managed to say-“Yes. That’s the spot.<\/p>\n
Yeahhhhhh. You are gonna make me scream.”
\n“You better not. We don’t want to get caught.”
\n“Allow me to return the favor,” she said and put her hand in my denim and held my throbbing junior. It’s 7 inches and has a good stamina. She held it and started giving me a handjob. It was too much to bear. I took out the arousal on her breast sucking them more vigorously. Our bodies were getting heated.<\/p>\n
I said “A little bit of surprise is in store for you if you follow me to the washroom. I don’t think we can continue here. It’s getting hotter and louder.”
\n“Now?” she asked. “I can barely stand. This feeling has taken over me.”
\n“You better come or regret later.”<\/p>\n
“You are a bad boy.” she chuckled.
\n“You have no idea,” I replied. “Just wait for two minutes after I go. I don’t want anybody suspecting.”
\n“I don’t care if anybody sees us. I am already burning.”
\n“We have to care. I don’t want any harm on your dignity. Now, will you listen to me?” and I kissed her passionately.<\/p>\n
She broke the kiss and said “That’s the sweetest thing someone has ever said to me. Are you sure this is your first time?” she flirted back.
\n“You are about to find out,” I replied. “Now 2 minutes sharp. Ok? I can’t wait any longer.”<\/p>\n
“Neither can I. Just go already.”<\/p>\n
The rest of the story is in the next part. I divided it so that it does not become lengthy. Enjoy!<\/p>\n
Tags- passion, bong girl, train, washroom<\/p>\n \n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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