Previous Part: Milf’s Milk -The Train Incident
Hello everyone, this is AR, with part 2 of my story. Thanks for your valuable feedback. They inspired me to write this another story. I would love to get your feedback in further future also. For those who have not read part 1, do check it out. Now let’s begin with part 2
We were in the train’s washroom, really close to each other. I moved my hand from her neck to the cleavage, down to her boobs. My fingers got busy unhooking her blouse. Unhooking each hook one after another. But honestly, they’ve always been some mystery, more complex than solving a Rubix cube.
Moving back to the story, I unhooked her blouse, making her cleavage more visible. I broke the kiss and looked closer at those beautiful milky balls. The more I stared, the more desperate I got. I turned her by grabbing her from her waist.
Unhooked her bra and placed my lips on her back. I felt a shiver in her body as she left gasp out of her mouth. This was a sign that she was enjoying it. I continued what I was doing. Moved my lips, planting kisses all over or spine. Kissing around her shoulders and finally on her neck.
I could feel her breathing heavily and her body temperature rising. From the neck, I moved towards her earlobe. She was wearing an earring. I licked her earlobe, making her body shiver again. Then I turned her face towards me, gave a smooch on her lips, and made eye contact with her.
“Why are you staring like this?” she said. She turned her face in the opposite direction with a blush. I liked that. To make her look back at me, I grabbed her one boob and pressed it harder.
Simran: Ouch! That hurts.
I smiled at her and moved down. I placed my hand on her boob and my mouth on her other boob, sucking the milk out of her nipple. That was the first day I got a taste of breastmilk. It wasn’t as I expected it to taste, but I enjoyed it. I was sucking it while pressing the other nipple between my fingers.
I felt the milk over my fingers. I changed to the other boob and started sucking again. Now my hand was on her belly, searching for a space to reach down to her pussy, but it was hard. I stopped sucking and told her to loosen her saree. But not to open it completely, as it would be hard if it did set up again.
She did as she was told without questioning anything. She loosened her saree, allowing my hand to reach her pussy. I moved my hand inside her saree and touched her pussy over her panty. She closed her eyes. Her panty was all wet because of her pussy juices.
I wanted to feel that wetness all over my fingers. I placed my 2 fingers on the pussy opening, squeezed them towards the opening a little, and made my fingers run up to the clitoris, rubbing over the pussy lips. She let out a moan. Just to make her silent, I started sucking her lips.
She was trying to match my movements but could not do so because of the pleasure she was getting. I then adjusted my fingers inside her panty and started rubbing her clitoris between my fingers. Now she completely lost control over her body.
She was not able to kiss me. She rested her head on my shoulder. I could feel her moaning.
Suddenly we heard a voice.
“Simran,” her mother-in-law was calling for her. We heard her approaching the toilet. Also, there was a voice of a baby crying. I could sense fear in Simran’s face. “Simran,” again she called for her.
I indicated her to answer. With fear in her voice, she answered, “Y-yes, I’m in the toilet.”
Mother-in-law: What you’re doing here? The baby is crying.
Simran: Just coming. I might have eaten something bad. Have bad crumbling in my stomach.
Mother-in-law: Okay, come fast. He’s crying and disturbing others.
She left. We were looking at each other.
Me: Now what? Want me to continue what I was doing?
Simran: Yes, please! I badly need that.
I told her to remove her panty completely. She did that and put her panty aside. I entered my hand inside her saree again and started rubbing her pussy. Around the clitoris, on the pussy lips, around the pussy opening. Without warning, I inserted both my fingers inside her pussy.
She let out a loud moan, loud enough that it could be heard even from outside. I placed my hand over her mouth to stop her from moaning that loud. My fingers were doing in and out movements. My fingers were all wet because of her pussy juices. In and out, in and out, slowly increasing my speed.
She buried her face in my chest. Also, in the middle, I was stimulating her clitoris. Slowly she was reaching her climax. I started finger fucking her harder, and with a bite on my chest, she had her orgasm. She rested on my chest, trying to catch her breath.
After a few minutes, she was back to reality.
Simran: It was the best orgasm. You know how to please a woman.
Me: But you forgot about me.
Simran: Forgot about you?
I grabbed her hand and placed it on my dick. She could have easily felt it even from above my jeans. She completely understood what I meant. “Let’s see what we have here,” she said. “There is a big boy hiding in there,” I said and gave her a peaceful smile.
She bit her lower lip and, staring, opened my belt, unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down my underwear. My 6.8-inch dick was now in front of her eyes. She was moving her fingers over it. She tried to feel its length, thickness, and veins on my dick. I could sense the hunger in her eyes.
“I want this to be in my mouth,” she said. “But you can’t do that here. Let’s leave it for another time,” I said. She looked disappointed. “I also wanted to taste those pussy juices, but here in the toilet, it’s hard to do so,” I said
She did understand that and started stroking my dick. I could feel her soft hands wrapped around my dick. She tried to do what I did to her. She unbuttoned my shirt and started kissing all around my chest while she stroked my dick. Moving her hand up and down over my dick. I was enjoying it.
She slowly started to increase her speed. I was getting closer and closer. When I was about to cum, I told her about that.
Simran: Where are you going to discharge?
I was thinking about it when suddenly a naughty idea struck my mind.
Me: Where is your panty?
She showed me her panty. I guided her to wear it on her hand so that the area where her pussy would be, remained in front of my dick. I told her to start stroking my dick again. I shot my load all over her panty. Her panty got soaked in my cum.
I said: Now wear it.
She was staring at me with shock on her face.
Simran: Wear it? Like, for real?
Me: Yes.
She thought about it while staring at her panty, all white and cum drenched. She started wearing it with confusion on her face. That was what I was making her do. After she wore it, I again entered my hand and entered 2 fingers inside the pussy over from the panty.
It didn’t go all inside, but I just wanted to stick my cum around the pussy hole. Then I removed my fingers and made her suck it. I helped her dress up again, drank her milf for one last time, and kissed her. We exchanged numbers, and then I told her to check outside and go first. She did.
After waiting a few minutes, I also returned to my seat. She was staring at me with wide eyes and a naughty smile. I texted her.
She: What happened?
And pointed her to check her phone. She made the baby lie down beside her and checked her phone.
Simran: I’m not going to forget this train journey ever. It was the best experience I ever had in my life.
Me: It’s my pleasure that I made a beautiful woman smile.
She blushed. We had a little chat, then went to sleep.
The next morning when I woke up, she was not there. I checked the train’s location. It was at Badshahnagar. She might have gotten off the train at Gomtinagar. There also was a text from her. I checked it.
It was my pic while I was sleeping and a text: “Who’s gonna believe that this innocent-looking boy can also be a naughty boy.” That text made me smile.
So that’s how our train journey ended, but the journey of pleasure continues. I enjoyed that beautiful milf many more times and will cover those incidents in my upcoming stories. Till then, keep reading, keep fapping, keep fingering.
Goodbye.
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