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 in ten minutes time. I was undertaking this over night journey to attend a business meeting. Who am I? Yes I forgot to introduce myself. My name is 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 slim and quite handsome and by profession a freelance commercial artist.
The incident I am about to narrate took place many years back. The upper berth was still empty. I was wondering who would be my travel companion when the conductor arrived with a lady and pointed to the upper berth and said "Madam this is the only berth not occupied if you want I can allot it to you, this gentleman is also traveling to your destination". The lady looked around the compartment and seeing me she hesitated but said "Oh I must get there by morning. Okay I will take it" and left with the conductor. Soon she was back carrying her vanity case and accompanied by a coolie, who stowed away her luggage. The train started to move as she settled down. I was sitting next to the window and she sat down on the other end of the berth and took out a bestseller and started to read. I must tell you about her. 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 and 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. From the sindoor in her hair it was evident 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 an instant hard on. I introduced my self and we talked on many subjects. Our conversation was in English. She was easy to talk to and was quite at ease during the whole time. During our conversation I found out that her name was Kiran, she was married for four years, 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 to return at 2 a.m. tonight and she was returning to her husband's home to be with him.
She could not get a berth on yesterday's train therefore had to travel today. (This apparently was the reason she had agreed to share a coupe with a male fellow passenger). While we were talking the coach attendant came to make the beds. We went out in the corridor. She stood near me and I could smell the perfume, which she had used, in the right measure. This did not do any good to my hard on. After the attendant had finished making the beds he took our order for dinner and told us that he will serve it at around 9 p.m. in the compartment. 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 or conversation. At about 7 p.m. I opened my 'travel bar'. I offered her a drink apologizing that apart from scotch and cognac I could not offer her anything else. She said it was all right and she would love to join me and opted for scotch. 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 made herself a stiff drink, which she started to gulp. Not wanting 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 as I am quite used to drinking at parties. When the attendant brought dinner she had had four drinks to mine two. She had been right 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 would we like the morning tea to be served. I asked him at what time would we reach our destination. He said at 7.30 a.m. Would tea at 7 a.m. be all right or would you prefer it earlier? I asked Kiran. She said 7 O'clock was fine with her. At 10 p.m. I told her it was time to go to bed. I further suggested that I will go out to smoke a cigarette and in the meanwhile she could change into her nightclothes if she so desired. After 15 minutes I returned to the compartment. Except for a small glow of the night lamp the compartment was in darkness. I thought that Kiran had gone to sleep and I softy opened the door and entered. I was surprised to see Kiran lying flat on her back with legs slightly apart and her arm across her face on the lower berth.
Dear Readers you can imagine what was the effect on my cock seeing her in this posture. You are right I again got a hard on. 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)". Without removing her arm she said "Uun tum uper let jao (Uun you lie on the top)". This remark of hers gave me the opening I was looking for all evening. I quickly lay down on top of her with my standing cock pushing between her parted legs and started to make fucking motions. She did not protest or raise an alarm but opened her legs a little more making it easier for my lund to reach her choot. Opening her eyes and removing her arm 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)". Now confident of fucking her I started squeezing her tits and kissing her. At first she did not respond but after a few kisses she started kissing me back and soft moans of pleasure escaped her. I whispered "Kiran aise mazaa nahin aayega hum apne kapre uttar lain (Kiran we will not enjoy this way let us take off our clothes)". "Please batti band kar do mujhe sharam aati hai (Please switch off the light I feel embarrassed)".
I switched off the night-light and quickly undressed and watched her taking her clothes off in the little light that 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 squeak she jumped into my arms and said "Batti kyon jaladi? (Why did you switch on the light?)". I said "Tera khoobsoorat badan dekhne ko (To see your beautiful body)". Kissing her I slowly led her to the berth and laid her down. As expected her body was very pretty without any blemish of any sort. Her choot looked freshly shaved and had a glow to it. In order not attract undue attention I switched off the main compartment light leaving the reading light on and lay down next to her and placed her hand on my standing cock. "Aapka lund tau bahut bara hai mere mard ka iss se kafi chota hai (Your cock is very large my husbands is much smaller)". I kissed her and took her now erect clitoris between my thumb and forefinger and pressed it. She said a loud Oh and bucked her bottoms against my hand. I continued to press it 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. She continued to moan with pleasure and started to pull me by my cock on top of her. I mounted her but did not attempt to enter her choot instead I rubbed my lund up and down in her wet slit, from her clit to her fuck hole and back.
She kept moaning and groaning with pleasure and muttering "Oh Sahebji oh Sahebji". "Sahebji mujhe iss tereh kyon sata rahe ho please apna lund meri choot main dal kar mujhe chodo (Sahebji why are you teasing me like this please put your cock in my cunt and fuck me)". I started to insert my cock into her dripping choot "Oh oh jara dhire dhire lag raha hai (Oh oh little slowly it is hurting) she requested. When I was fully in her I found her choot to be quite tight for a woman who had been married for four years and used to regular fucking. Apparently her statement that the cock of her husband was smaller than mine was correct. I slowly moved in and out. After a few strokes she let out a loud sigh and released her cuntal juices wetting my prodder. I maintained my slow rhythm and soon her hips were moving with my strokes. Her breath was coming in gasps and her back arched pressing her choot to my body. It was not long before she came again. Without missing a stroke I continued till I felt my seed rising and my strokes became faster and harder. She started saying "Haan aise hee chodo, haan jor se, thora aur jor haan haan oh ohhhh (Yes fuck me like this, yes harder, yes still harder oh ohhhh)" and came yet again and fell back exhausted. At this moment I also spurted my cum in her fuck hole. When my lund lost its stiffness I withdrew and lay down next to her.
"Did you enjoy it?" I asked. Oh it was heavenly she said adding that she was glad that her prayers had been answered. Not understanding what she meant I asked her to clarify. She took my cock in her hand and manipulating it said you already know that I had been without a cock for two months and was looking forward to being fucked by my husband tonight. I had also shaved my choot that morning, as my husband does not like hair on it. Therefore I was feeling very horny. While conversing with you I saw your perpetual hard on and my choot started to drip. I therefore decided not to wait till tomorrow but to get fucked by you tonight.
The incident I am about to narrate took place many years back. The upper berth was still empty. I was wondering who would be my travel companion when the conductor arrived with a lady and pointed to the upper berth and said "Madam this is the only berth not occupied if you want I can allot it to you, this gentleman is also traveling to your destination". The lady looked around the compartment and seeing me she hesitated but said "Oh I must get there by morning. Okay I will take it" and left with the conductor. Soon she was back carrying her vanity case and accompanied by a coolie, who stowed away her luggage. The train started to move as she settled down. I was sitting next to the window and she sat down on the other end of the berth and took out a bestseller and started to read. I must tell you about her. 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 and 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. From the sindoor in her hair it was evident 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 an instant hard on. I introduced my self and we talked on many subjects. Our conversation was in English. She was easy to talk to and was quite at ease during the whole time. During our conversation I found out that her name was Kiran, she was married for four years, 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 to return at 2 a.m. tonight and she was returning to her husband's home to be with him.
She could not get a berth on yesterday's train therefore had to travel today. (This apparently was the reason she had agreed to share a coupe with a male fellow passenger). While we were talking the coach attendant came to make the beds. We went out in the corridor. She stood near me and I could smell the perfume, which she had used, in the right measure. This did not do any good to my hard on. After the attendant had finished making the beds he took our order for dinner and told us that he will serve it at around 9 p.m. in the compartment. 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 or conversation. At about 7 p.m. I opened my 'travel bar'. I offered her a drink apologizing that apart from scotch and cognac I could not offer her anything else. She said it was all right and she would love to join me and opted for scotch. 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 made herself a stiff drink, which she started to gulp. Not wanting 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 as I am quite used to drinking at parties. When the attendant brought dinner she had had four drinks to mine two. She had been right 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 would we like the morning tea to be served. I asked him at what time would we reach our destination. He said at 7.30 a.m. Would tea at 7 a.m. be all right or would you prefer it earlier? I asked Kiran. She said 7 O'clock was fine with her. At 10 p.m. I told her it was time to go to bed. I further suggested that I will go out to smoke a cigarette and in the meanwhile she could change into her nightclothes if she so desired. After 15 minutes I returned to the compartment. Except for a small glow of the night lamp the compartment was in darkness. I thought that Kiran had gone to sleep and I softy opened the door and entered. I was surprised to see Kiran lying flat on her back with legs slightly apart and her arm across her face on the lower berth.
Dear Readers you can imagine what was the effect on my cock seeing her in this posture. You are right I again got a hard on. 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)". Without removing her arm she said "Uun tum uper let jao (Uun you lie on the top)". This remark of hers gave me the opening I was looking for all evening. I quickly lay down on top of her with my standing cock pushing between her parted legs and started to make fucking motions. She did not protest or raise an alarm but opened her legs a little more making it easier for my lund to reach her choot. Opening her eyes and removing her arm 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)". Now confident of fucking her I started squeezing her tits and kissing her. At first she did not respond but after a few kisses she started kissing me back and soft moans of pleasure escaped her. I whispered "Kiran aise mazaa nahin aayega hum apne kapre uttar lain (Kiran we will not enjoy this way let us take off our clothes)". "Please batti band kar do mujhe sharam aati hai (Please switch off the light I feel embarrassed)".
I switched off the night-light and quickly undressed and watched her taking her clothes off in the little light that 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 squeak she jumped into my arms and said "Batti kyon jaladi? (Why did you switch on the light?)". I said "Tera khoobsoorat badan dekhne ko (To see your beautiful body)". Kissing her I slowly led her to the berth and laid her down. As expected her body was very pretty without any blemish of any sort. Her choot looked freshly shaved and had a glow to it. In order not attract undue attention I switched off the main compartment light leaving the reading light on and lay down next to her and placed her hand on my standing cock. "Aapka lund tau bahut bara hai mere mard ka iss se kafi chota hai (Your cock is very large my husbands is much smaller)". I kissed her and took her now erect clitoris between my thumb and forefinger and pressed it. She said a loud Oh and bucked her bottoms against my hand. I continued to press it 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. She continued to moan with pleasure and started to pull me by my cock on top of her. I mounted her but did not attempt to enter her choot instead I rubbed my lund up and down in her wet slit, from her clit to her fuck hole and back.
She kept moaning and groaning with pleasure and muttering "Oh Sahebji oh Sahebji". "Sahebji mujhe iss tereh kyon sata rahe ho please apna lund meri choot main dal kar mujhe chodo (Sahebji why are you teasing me like this please put your cock in my cunt and fuck me)". I started to insert my cock into her dripping choot "Oh oh jara dhire dhire lag raha hai (Oh oh little slowly it is hurting) she requested. When I was fully in her I found her choot to be quite tight for a woman who had been married for four years and used to regular fucking. Apparently her statement that the cock of her husband was smaller than mine was correct. I slowly moved in and out. After a few strokes she let out a loud sigh and released her cuntal juices wetting my prodder. I maintained my slow rhythm and soon her hips were moving with my strokes. Her breath was coming in gasps and her back arched pressing her choot to my body. It was not long before she came again. Without missing a stroke I continued till I felt my seed rising and my strokes became faster and harder. She started saying "Haan aise hee chodo, haan jor se, thora aur jor haan haan oh ohhhh (Yes fuck me like this, yes harder, yes still harder oh ohhhh)" and came yet again and fell back exhausted. At this moment I also spurted my cum in her fuck hole. When my lund lost its stiffness I withdrew and lay down next to her.
"Did you enjoy it?" I asked. Oh it was heavenly she said adding that she was glad that her prayers had been answered. Not understanding what she meant I asked her to clarify. She took my cock in her hand and manipulating it said you already know that I had been without a cock for two months and was looking forward to being fucked by my husband tonight. I had also shaved my choot that morning, as my husband does not like hair on it. Therefore I was feeling very horny. While conversing with you I saw your perpetual hard on and my choot started to drip. I therefore decided not to wait till tomorrow but to get fucked by you tonight.