Hey readers, I am John (pen name), a 25-year-old AVG-built young guy hailing from Kerala. I completed my B. Tech. and am working as an engineer for a reputed organization.
The incident I am going to narrate here happened when I was returning from Mumbai for an official trip on a train. Also, I’m not disclosing the details about the other person, as she said not to reveal them. Now, let’s talk about that experience.
On the way back from the trip, she came and sat on the seat next to me. I felt a light in my mind. A noble Mallu housewife. Look younger than 40 years old. As soon as she came and sat down, a special smell hit my nose. It was blown all over the compartment by the wind blowing through the window of the train.
Tilting my face a little, I looked at her from time to time and was enjoying her body. Simply an ageless young figure. Pointed breasts that push the blouse forward. Her bulging waists needed room for two. When her body hit mine, I literally felt some spark, and I got a sudden boner.
The train was moving fast. And my mind.
As I was travelling for official needs, I was provided with a first-class AC ticket. And it was a coupe. Luckily, TT came and checked our tickets and told us that the third person hadn’t boarded the train yet. He was not sure if it was cancelled. The fourth passenger would board from the next district.
My mind started to panic or some anxiety. I needed to travel with this sexy woman in a coupe. She was looking at me from time to time. There was a doubt in my mind that her eyes wanted something from me. While thinking like that, she started talking to me.
Aunty: Where did you go?
Me: To Mumbai.
Aunty: What kind of work is there?
Me: Not exactly work. I had to visit the head office to collect some documents for an official foreign trip. Where were you heading to?
Aunty: What is your job?
Me: I am an engineer at XYZ company.
Her next question surprised me.
Aunty: Then why are you going abroad? Is it enough to stay in the country? Are you married?
Me: Nope, not yet married. I’m not old enough for that, just past twenty-five.
When I said that, she said, “Good luck,” with a huge relief on her face.
Me: What did you say?
Aunty: My husband was also abroad! Couples will really lose strength and time while living in two countries. Finally, when they finally united and settled down, their youthfulness, health, time, and strength would be…
She did not complete it, and she had a pitiful look. I felt like her eyes were searching for something. I felt like her mind was telling me something. What should I do now on this train? I just said to know her mind.
Me: I will not go anywhere after marriage. My wife’s happiness is my happiness. I will make her really happy.
She listened to my words very eagerly. Anyway, I decided to give it a try.
Me: Aunty hasn’t got the satisfaction then?
Aunty: What kind of satisfaction?
She said it with a sneer and a mocking laugh.
Me: Haha, why pretend like you know nothing?
Aunty: She replied that if I were satisfied, then I would never have progressed in such a conversation with a young guy like you.
She said it with a naughty expression. I didn’t wait any more and considered that a green signal. I slowly moved towards her. Then I brought my face closer to hers. Didn’t object. I hugged her. Then I slowly put my hand on her thigh.
Aunty: There is no need for this now. Someone will see.
She took my hand and moved it away. This is a good chance. It should not be left like that. I decided. I quickly grabbed her from the side and placed a good lip kiss. She responded fascinatedly. We lip-locked for a few minutes. I’m a sucker for boobs covered in sarees.
Without any hesitation, I took her saree pallu and opened her blouse. I was literally astonished to see her juicy boobs covered in a red bra. I quickly undid her bra. Aunty’s lovely boobs were hanging with the dark nipple pointing toward me.
My 6.2-inch cock was rock hard inside my lower. I placed my hands on her naked boobs and pressed her nipples for a while. Her eyes were closed. I slowly placed my mouth over her boobs and hands on her back. I started sucking her juicy melons.
My tongue was playing with her nipples. She was moaning continuously in a low voice. I held my hand tightly over her soft hips. I pressed them and slapped them hard so that she couldn’t move back easily. For more than 5 minutes, I was sucking and kissing the aunt’s boobs.
It is a blessing to experience her. I slowly got up from the seat. She looked at me. I nodded and called her. She followed me like a poor little child. Luckily, there is no one near the washroom area. I opened the door and went inside. Then Aunty was called inside.
Although she hesitated at first, she quickly looked around and jumped inside. After I quickly locked the door, I went up and hugged her.
Aunty: Will anyone come?
Me: No.
Then I kneeled in front of her, lifted her saree and skirt, and pressed my face to the middle of that waist. This is the best. Give her a good lick, and she’ll never forget it. Otherwise, there is no time to make her feel good. I lowered my voice, called her Aunty, and kissed her for a while.
Lowering her pants down, I started licking the pussy lip, and her legs started moving. I began to lick slowly and slowly, then faster than that train, and I made her thrilled with full licks and bites. She lifted one leg, placed it in the European closet, and said.
Auntie: Go slow. I’m feeling your teeth there at the right time.
It was an indescribable pleasure that I had only heard and seen until then when I drank it. I started licking slowly. So, I forgot everything while I was enjoying her pink paradise. She was carressing my hair while I was sucking her soul out.
Aunty: Oh, slow down, man. It may cut your teeth.
Unknowingly, she might have felt the pain due to my teeth when the train jerked. I understood that which is why she said that. As the train roared by, my mind also wanted something. But there is no time. I licked her pussy more excitedly.
Aunty: Oh, that’s enough. I’ve never experienced such pleasure.
Her voice grew louder and louder. But all that noise was drowned out by the sound of the screeching train. Finally, she grabbed my hair and lifted me. I understand why. I kept her crouched where she was.
Without hesitation, she bowed down. I took off my pants and underwear and put my bulging cock in her pussy. I don’t know if she pushed back or if the train shook. It pierced her pink paradise like a missile. And everything was like a push-pull train.
I knew other passengers would find it fishy if we locked this loo place for long and might get caught. So I slammed her pussy without thinking. The speed of the train increased. And my waist.
“Ha man… oh… ha, hurry,” She was lying down, screaming. I closed my eyes, clenched my teeth, and gave the last blow in the moment of excitement. The train slowed down to stop at my alighting spot. We reached the peak of pleasure before that. My waistline slowed down.
Finally, I held them upright and straightened her sarees and skirts. Then she took her pants, wiped my cum, and threw it in the closet. She laughed at me.
Me: Like, good?
Aunty: Really, this is the first time I felt this kind of pleasure.
You should have seen the light on her face when she said that.
Me: Where do you get off?
Anti: Ernakulam. What about you?
Me: Prior to that.
I slowly opened the door, and after making sure that no one was there, I took them and went out. The wheels of the train ground and slowly reached a station.
We both went back to the coupe. After that, both of us exchanged phone numbers. Still, we are in good touch and waiting for the time and situation to have fun.
To all the readers, these kinds of fun and experiences never come your way automatically. Rather, you need to manifest them and create them accordingly.
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