Hello XIS readers, AR this side. I’m a dusky skin-toned person with average shaped body, 5’7 height. After being a regular reader of XIS and fapping my dick over many and many stories, I’ve decided to share some of my real incidents with everyone.
This story is about an incident full of thrill, fear (you will get to know about that in the story), and pleasure. I can never forget it.
Now let’s move back in time. This incident took place a year back when I was travelling to Lucknow from my hometown. I’m a college student. So, I was travelling in 3A. It was the month of June, with heat at its peak. Travelling in sleeper class means you’re willing to let your body melt away in that heat.
The train arrived, and you guessed it right, Indian railways were never on time. The train was 1 hour late. I headed towards my seat and arranged my luggage under the seat. I just kept my laptop bag by my side. I got the upper berth. I kept my bag there and sat on the opposite lower berth as it was empty.
The other seats were full. A family of husband, wife, and 2 children, were below my berth. I sat there with my headphones on and started listening to the music. The time passed, and after 10-15 minutes, the train stopped at a station. And there she is, the protagonist of this story got in.
A woman in her mid 20’s, maybe, with fair skin tone, height approx 5’4 or 5’5, curvy chubby body, long hair, in a sexy green saree. Damn, the first look I got of her made my heart melt. Holding a baby in her hand and a trolley bag in another.
She approached me. Let’s call her Simran for now. (name changed for privacy reasons)
Simran: Hello?
Me: Yes?
Simran: This seat is mine
Guys, I was so busy admiring her beauty that I forgot I was sitting in her seat.
Me: Oh, sorry! Yes, yes, this is your seat. I was sitting because it was empty.
I just stood up at lightning speed.
Simran: It’s okay, no worries. (with a smile on their face because of my act)
I was standing aside and saw she was with her mother-in-law. She sat there, adjusting her luggage, and also made her mother-in-law sit down. I then decide to go back to my seat.
I just sat there seeing her wiping her sweat. The hanky in her hand moved all around her face to the cleavage. I wondered if my lips were that lucky.
The T.T. came and checked the tickets. As the journey continued, everyone had food and was planning to sleep. The man from the family asked me if I could take the middle birth. He will make his children sleep at the upper berth, and they will be in front of his eyes. I agreed to that.
Also, I was getting a chance to be face-to-face with the beauty. She was also on the middle berth, with her old mother-in-law at the lower berth. At that time, there was no conversation between us. But as the chaos of changing seats ended, everyone went to sleep.
I was watching a movie as I was not sleepy. The light got off. After a few minutes, I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Simran.
Me: Yes?
Simran: If you don’t mind, can you hold my baby for a while? I’ve to use the washroom.
Me: No, no, I will not mind at all.
Simran: Thank you.
She went and came after a few minutes with something in her hand. It felt like some kind of cloth as I touched it while giving her baby back. She then went back to her seat and turned her back towards me. I saw her. She was doing something with her saree.
I realised she was breastfeeding, and she turned her face to see me. I quickly started unlocking my phone in embarrassment. Now I was not watching the movie, just scrolling through Instagram. After a few minutes, she adjusted her saree and turned toward me, starting the conversation.
Simran: Not sleepy?
Me: Not yet! I’m a night owl, so…
She asked about me, where I study and some more things. I learned that she’s going to her husband’s, as he works in Lucknow and lives there. She stays with her mother-in-law in a joint family. Her mother-in-law is sick and going for her checkup in SGPGI.
After having a little bit of conversation, I’ve made a good impression of myself. I wanted to talk more, but there wasn’t anything coming up in my mind. In that desperation to talk, I asked the most stupid question. But I’m glad that I asked because that got me a chance with such beauty.
Me: If you were carrying something when you returned from the washroom, I felt that on my hands. What was that?
Simran: (stunned by my words) Umm… actually…that was…
She said in a low whispering voice so the others don’t hear.
Simran: That was my bra.
I wanted to bump my head for asking such a stupid question.
Me: Sorry sorry, I didn’t mean…
Simran: (interrupting me) It’s okay, I don’t mind. I did that because in that it’s easy to feed the baby.
I nodded, agreeing with her but also thinking about those milking breasts.
Simran: (in a teasing way) Besides that, I also saw you peeking.
Me: No, no, that was a mistake.
Simran: (giggling) It’s okay. I’m just teasing you. It’s not a bad thing to take a peek whenever you get a chance.
She says teasingly. Until then, I got enough idea about her being friendly and nice. She will not mind my words much if I try to stay within a boundary, so I tried to match up the energy by saying.
Me: Just a peek is never enough.
Simran: (teasingly) So what counts as enough to you?
Me: It depends on how much that person has to offer.
Simran: The person has to offer really big things.
She made her boobs slightly up with her hands to tease me. I realised that things between us had heated up and gone far beyond teasing. I couldn’t let go of this chance.
Me: Let’s see, what are those big things?
Simran: (hesitated a little bit) Here?
I understood that making her do anything openly wouldn’t be a good idea.
Me: Not here. Maybe the washroom?
She thought for a bit.
Simran: That sounds good to me, but firstly go and check. There might be a person sitting who distributes the blankets and sheets.
Me: Okay.
I got down and checked went to check. One side of the bogie has that person she told me about, but the other was all good. So I went back to my seat and slowly told her about that. Told me to wait there. She would hand the baby to her mother-in-law and then will join me.
I did as she said, and after a few minutes, she came. We double-checked if anyone was there. In an instant, we were in the washroom, door locked, so close that we could feel each other’s breath. I could see the lust in her eyes, but also she was shy to take the first move.
I decided to do that, but I also wanted to tease her. I did that. I made my lips close to her lips. She was breathing heavily. I stopped there for a second she made her lips toward me. But I planted a soft smooch on her lips and moved back. That smooch was enough to make her go crazy.
She grabbed me by my shirt, around the collar, and pulled me. After a few seconds, we were in an intense lip lock, my hands exploring her back. Her waist. I just placed my one hand over her boob and started caressing it. I grabbed the nipple over the blouse and pressed it slowly between my fingers.
Soon after, I realised that my fingers were wet. We broke the lip lock, and I looked towards her blouse. There was a patch visible on the green blouse. It was her breast milk oozing out because of all that groping session. She whispered in my ears.
Simran: See how much mess you’ve created. Now it’s all your responsibility to lick it clean.
And after that, the eye contact she made while biting her lower lip made me crazy. Without wasting time, I grabbed her by her neck and pushed her face upwards. She was stunned by my move and was in complete shock. We were in eye contact.
She was biting her lips. I moved my face towards her ear and whispered.
Me: Now you’re being selfish, biting your lips all by yourself.
Then I started kissing her, our tongues engaged in a war. It was getting harder and harder for us to breathe. I slowly moved my hand from her neck to the cleavage, down to her boobs. My fingers got busy unhooking her blouse.
That’s it for this part. In the other part, I will be covering how I drank her milk and made her orgasm.
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