Dhanya stared out through the window of the train. It was raining heavily outside. “Taking the train and not the bus was probably the best decision I had taken all week”, she thought to herself. But on the downside, the seat wasn’t comfortable at all. But it was only till the morning and she would reach Kasargod by 5 am. She also hated the fact that she got the middle seat and knew that these narrow seats and armrests wouldn’t make the journey any easier.
Taking a deep breath she braced herself for the ordeal. Wearing a saree for traveling was a horrible idea, she muttered under her breath. But she didn’t have much of a choice. Being a teacher, she was planning to rush to her school without stopping at her rented house, which she called her sanctuary.
Her mind wandered, thinking about the red saree with black borders was one of her favorites. The train was about to start from Kottayam and there was still no sign of her co-passengers. “Good riddance”, she grinned to herself as she planned to take the window seat.
Before she could make her move, she was approached by two men asking if this was the seat number series 23,24 and 25. She nodded her head, her heart filled with dismay for losing the window seat.
She moved her legs so that one of the men could take the window seat. Glancing at the man shuffling past her, she figured that he was one of those essentially Malayalee businessmen. He looked like he was in his 40s with a well-built body and muscular forearms. And he was hairy, she spied. He was wearing a ‘Mundu’ and a cream colored shirt.
The other man was younger, maybe in his early 30s at least 6 years older than her. He was kind of good-looking, she observed. The guy was dressed in formals, had a trimmed beard and was more to her taste. The narrow seats didn’t help her case either. They were crushing her at the shoulders. It was going to be a long journey and she sighed.
The train started at 10, fashionably late as they call it. The rain was still heavy and the cold wind was taking her mind off her troubles. The concrete sponge seats, the tight squeeze and her thoughts about the hectic week that awaited her.
She kept her bag in the rack and decided that the easiest way to kill time was to sleep off. She glanced at both her sides. The man that stole the window seat was trying to doze off and the one on her right was watching a movie. She could feel her eyes feeling heavy and she knew that she would fall asleep any minute.
The man on her left, the window seat thief, Rajesh, ran a construction business in Kochi. Even though he traveled every other week by train, he couldn’t find sleep that night. Especially because he had such a lovely girl sitting right next to him.
He slightly glanced to his right, she did look as if she was asleep. He just couldn’t sleep. His heart was beating a faster than usual. It has been over two years since his wife left him. Focused on his business, he never had time for a woman. He longed for the touch of a woman. But this was different, this was wrong. But he couldn’t help himself.
The wind was blowing away the saree from her chest, exposing her cleavage. The light which was occasionally illuminated by the street lights and the lights from the houses near the track were helping him to see a more of her cleavage, inch by inch.
In the dim light, he was staring at Dhanya and her beautiful doe eyes, accentuated by her eyeliner, her shapely nose, and her full lips. He wanted to lick her lips but somehow resisted the urge.
He turned to his right to get a better view of her ample bosom. With every minute, the saree was drifting away from her heaving breasts. It slowly exposed more of her cleavage. He realized that she probably had a pin in left shoulder which held the ‘pallu’ of her saree in place. He was disappointed that her saree would not drop anymore because of the pin.
So he tried to go back to sleep, but he couldn’t. He wanted more and could not control himself. Slowly, he moved his hand to her left shoulder trying to find the pin. He felt over the plait of her saree until he found the metallic object of interest. He looked over to the other side, the aisle seat to see of the younger man was asleep. The young man seemed to be in deep sleep. With a sigh of relief, he got back to his mischief.
He slowly pressed on the pin over the saree and it came loose. Jubilated him tried to remove the pin by pulling it back slowly and making sure that it doesn’t wake her up. In a few seconds, his task was accomplished. He waited for the wind to do the rest of his work.
The breeze was making the pallu fall off her shoulder and in under five minutes, the saree was off her shoulder revealing her 36C sized breasts to the stranger. He couldn’t contain his happiness.
It was just 11:30 and he had time to relish her breasts with his eyes. As they say, ‘greed has no limit’, he wasn’t satisfied with it and he wanted more. Stroking his erect cock over the mundu, he tried to push his luck.
He carefully leaned over and tried to see what kind of blouse she was wearing, hoping that it had hooks in front and it did! The elation he felt on that knowledge had no boundaries.
He slowly moved his right hand over the top of her blouse. He had to be precise like a surgeon.
The experience of being married for over ten years had finally come in handy. Using just two fingers, he snapped back the topmost hook of her blouse.
He looked at her face, she was still in deep sleep. “Time to go for the second one”, he thought. The reddish-brown blouse with the flimsy hook was no match to his nimble fingers and he snapped open the second one as well.
He used his thumb and index finger to open the blouse a bit, revealing her fair breasts. He was furiously rubbing his cock over the mundu. “Enough is enough,” he thought, and took his cock out of his mundu and out of his briefs and started masturbating.
Her deep cleavage provided him with the excitement to make his penis erect as a flagpole. The third hook, he knew would prove to be a challenge and it did. It was a bit tight. He was caught in two minds – should he push his luck and try to open the third hook or avoid taking the risk of waking her up and having all hell break loose.
To be continued.
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