Being a male in your 20s and, on top of that, being single, the only way to release sexual frustration was via masturbation. I tried online dating apps, but during lockdown, it felt less like a dating app and more like an online service girls’ site. I rarely met anyone genuine in these apps.
At the end of the day, it was the hand that helped with the much-needed release. But as we all know, it is pleasurable only to a certain extent. And when the lockdown started, it was unbearable. You are stuck in your home with hardly anywhere to go. The usage of porn increased gradually along with loneliness.
It was during this time that I came across NoFap while scrolling through social media. I was anyways tired of masturbating and thought of giving it a try for as long as I could.
The initial three days were tough as I got habituated to watching porn every day. But after the 4th day, things started to improve. I was trying to keep myself busy to avoid thinking about porn. Luckily, after a week, the lockdown was relaxed, and I was able to travel again and focus on other things as well.
After spending nearly two years in lockdown, the freedom of going out was something special. I had to travel to Virar to get my HDD. Initially, my parents were not okay with me travelling via local train as the fear of contracting the Wuhan virus was still high.
But after a couple of days, I got the second vaccination shot, and they were satisfied. The crowd in the local train also resumed to the normal level by then.
So, on a Monday, I went to catch the local trail from Mumbai Central. The train was crowded at that time, but I was able to get in. Although I didn’t get a chance to grab a seat, I was able to stand near the door.
At the Dadar station, the crowd increases drastically. I got inside as my destination was still very far. A couple of ladies also entered the train and as every Mumbaikar knows, this is very normal in local trains.
Soon, I noticed a lady in hijab standing in front of me. An old man, probably her Abbu was standing beside her. Out of courtesy, I tried to move a bit behind, but the train was jam-packed, and there was hardly any space left between her and me.
Her back was facing me. I was scared that she might get offended, but there was no reaction from her end. I think she understood that there was no space in the train and hence nothing could be done. So, she, too, was standing still.
Looking at her face, I deduced she would be in her late 20s Or early 30s. She was of medium-built, and her height was the same as mine. Her father was busy standing under the fan to get some fresh air.
Since our height was the same, her hips were hitting my crotch, and there was a natural involuntary reaction from my end. I tried to control it as I didn’t want to make the lady uncomfortable. But there was hardly anything I could do.
After a couple of minutes, while standing at the same place, I tried to move my hips behind to create a bit of space between us. But as I moved my hips behind, she, too, did the same thing without looking behind. It was then I realized she was okay with it and was, in fact, wanting it! Consent is what is paramount for me, and I got it!
I have travelled many times in the crowded local trains but this thing never happened to me. I started NoFap a couple of days back, and I can see the changes. 😆
Anyway, since she was fine, I resumed my original position. My tool was gaining its shape and was exploring her hips accordingly. Since the train was crowded, no one realized that two strangers were having a good time in the middle of the crowd.
Slowly but steadily, I started to move my crotch up and down, and I could see the same rhythmic movements from the Hijab girl’s end as well. After a couple of minutes, she turned behind me, and that was the first time I saw her face clearly. Oval fair face with dark kajal and lipstick. A seductive smile was all she showed before starting to look ahead again.
Her Abbu noticed she was looking behind and asked her if everything was fine, and she replied all good with a smile.
We again resumed our movements. By this time, Borivali came and the crowd reduced a bit, but the space between us was still the same. I knew we had around 30 minutes more if she was also getting down at Virar.
While I was thinking the same, she did something unexpected. She put her hand behind me and started feeling my tool! It was like a shock for me. I knew I hadn’t jerked for a while, but I was confident I wouldn’t come so soon.
After running her hand up and down a couple of times, the Hijab girl brought her hand behind, held my hand and landed it on her breasts. This was a bold move which I didn’t expect. I noticed her hijab was long enough to cover her face and her chest, hence no one would notice the mauling.
As a reflex, I pressed it, and she left a moan. She looked behind and said, “Slowly, please.” I realized my mistake and apologized while whispering.
Her breasts were a perfect fit on my hand, neither too big nor too small. I started feeling it and exploring its shape and magnificence, while she was enjoying the feel. I noticed her Abbu was now trying to call her, but she had her eyes closed, drowning in the feeling.
I thought that her Abbu noticed me enjoying her daughter and that he might take his anger out on her. I whispered that her father was calling. She came out of the trance and straightaway looked at her Abbu. He said, “Vasai station aane waala hai, utarna hai abhi.” (Our station is about to come, we have to get down now).
I was heartbroken. While her Abbu was trying to reach the door, she stood at the same place for a moment, looked back toward me and whispered, “Abbu nahi, shohar hai wo mere.” (Not father, he is my husband.)
This was another shock for me, and I unknowingly pressed her breast a bit too tightly again. She looked back and was smiling, knowing that this press was not intentional but due to the shock.
She then slowly started to move toward the door, and I, too, went with her till she reached the door. While I got my hand down, my penis was not ready to separate from her hips.
Once the station arrived, the Hijab girl looked behind at me and moved her head to the right, indicating to follow her.
I was in a dilemma, whether I should go or not?!
To be continued.
Next Part: No Fap leads to more fap! – Part 2 (Reaching her home)