Hello friends, being a travel guy, I met lots of people, especially girls. Whenever I find any girl or lady with some sort of problem, I help them my level best. Usually, I never think bad about any of them but some encounters became lifetime memories.
This story is about a bubbly bong Indian girl Rashi. She was a 5 ft 3 in dusky bong girl with a perfect hourglass figure and a jaw-dropping beauty.
It was on a train trip and I was on a tight schedule. I was too tired so I slept when the train moved out of Yesvantpur station. Normally, I travel in the 2nd class AC and I prefer the upper berth. But this time, it was a side-upper.
Suddenly, my sleep was broken by a little argument. The ticket-checker was making the lady understand that she boarded the train with the wrong ticket and need to make her ticket again by paying a fine. But she tried to convince him that she was not able to pay such a huge amount.
I tried to ignore it but I wasn’t able to sleep. Finally, I pulled the curtain off to look into the matter. A sweet girl in her early 20s wearing a purple t-shirt and blue denim was in a heated argument. The TTE guy was keeping his cool but she was getting furious.
I asked her to cool down and told him that I knew her and requested him to help her somehow. The girl saw me with an angry face. She wasn’t in a mood to talk to.
I came out of the coach and asked the TTE about the matter. He told me that the girl was holding a ticket for the same train but the date of booking was one month later. I asked about the amount of the fine and requested him to give me some time to arrange the same. He agreed as there was no option for him too to solve the matter.
I came back to my seat and found her sitting in the lower seat. She still kept looking at me with a harsh look. I kept silent. After a few minutes, the TTE came and I gave him my credit card to pay the amount.
Now the girl was looking restless. I looked at her and made gestures to relax on which she returned with a smile. The TTE gave a receipt and left. I boarded the upper berth and slept again.
Later, the pantry boy called me for receiving my lunch. Again, I came down and I found the bubbly bong Indian girl sleeping in the lower berth. I was confused as she was given another berth. I called her so that I can sit and have my food.
She woke up with a smile and gathered her blanket. We had food and I broke the ice, “Can I be a bit more luckier, by knowing you in detail?”
“Rashi Guha, student of humanities, Christ college Bangalore. I book the ticket by mistake and can’t tell my parents to pay again.”
“It’s ok, you can pay me in EMI and from your pocket money,” I said to her to ease the situation on which she bursted with laughter.
“Why not? I am too thankful to you for helping me without knowing who I am,” she said with a smile.
“But you were allotted some other seat. Then, how you are here?” I asked with curiosity.
“I requested the uncle to swap my seat,” She said with naughtiness on her face. “So that I can be friends with you!”
I was amazed by her boldness. I could sense her naughtiness but ignored it. Soon, it was evening and all others started having their dinner. I kept reading a book on my upper seat.
Suddenly, I felt a finger touching my body. I looked and found a bong girl. She gave me her purse and mobile and went to the washroom.
She came back and asked me to have dinner together.
“It’s ok. You have food, I will eat a little later,” I said.
But she pulled my hand and I was about to fall! I got angry as didn’t expect that.
“I thought you are a strong guy. But..” she said with a wink.
It was silence all around while we were eating our food.
“So, too many fans you might be having,” I asked her.
“Not exactly as I don’t trust men. All are hungry wolves basically,” she replied.
“But you trusted me. Why?” I asked.
Suddenly, the dusky bong Indian girl planted a kiss on my cheek. I was shocked.
“That was for your help as I thought I need to get down of this train. You made me happy. My granny is in her last stage and I needed to see her.”
I smiled back and tried to leave the seat. But she held my hand and asked me to stay as she wasn’t sleepy.
“But your actions are making me stressed,” I said. Again, she laughed.
I thought of moving one step forward so I touched her feet on which she got goosebumps. Slowly, my fingers were rolling on her legs as our conversations continued. She wasn’t resisting me.
Suddenly, she told me to wait and went to the washroom with her backpack. She came back in pajama and a loose tee. I was shocked.
“Now you can do it better. Even my legs are enjoying your touch,” she said with a wild look.
We pulled the curtain and sat facing each other. She called her parents and wished them goodnight and switched off her phone.
“I wish I had the same feel as your legs,” I said.
“Don’t worry. It’s just evening. Raat abhi baki hai meri jaan,” she smiled back.
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Ladies, please send me your valuable feedback as this is my first write-up. Usually, I travel a lot, so if you are also a travel person then we can plan a trip together and have plenty of good time.
I will be back with the second part soon!