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In
a Train
by T.S.
Rajesh©
Raj reached the Railway station a bit early.
He checked up the reservation chart to reconfirm
his cabin number, and to check out his would-be
companions for the next couple of days. He had
gone for a 1st class ticket, which means it will
be a cabin for two or four - His cabin was a
two-seater. Looking at the reservation chart, He
was surprised to see a F - 31 as his cabin mate.
"That's surprising" he said to
himself. "Usually women don't travel with
unknown men alone.. Wonder where India is
going.. becoming like the US of A". Again,
the name "Megan" didn't look foreign -
looked just like a north Indian name. He
shrugged, got into the carriage and chained his
luggage under the seat. As there was at least
15 minutes for the departure, he got down and
went to get some snacks and cool drinks (his
favourite, flavored milk - too bad they don't
stay cold for long) for the journey.
When he came back to the train, someone was
already there at the cabin - probably Megan. he
saw her back as she was arranging her luggage.
Hearing him come, she turned to face him and
smiled. "Hello! You must be Rajesh. I'm
Megan. Your travel-mate for the next couple of
days". She offered her hand and he took it.
Raj felt a rush of excitement coursing thru his
body, not without a reason - She was beautiful.
Looking at her, he had the sudden impulse to
take her in his arm and kiss her full on her
lips. He lowered his gaze, which got stuck on
her body. she was blessed with ample breasts,
and curves in the right places, the outline of
her nipple clearly visible beneath the cloth. He
stared at them longer than what was considered
decent, and he felt a stirring within his pants.
She watched him for a moment, and told herself
"This journey is going to be pleasant &
fun". He realized suddenly that he was
staring indecently, and was still holding her
hand, and quickly released it.
First Class cabins were two-tiers - there was
one collapsible upper berth and one long seat
for two, which also is the lower berth. Two
person sit next to each other, and when it is
time to sleep, one person goes to the upper
berth and the other person lies down on the
two-seat / lower berth. So, they sat next to
each other, and were talking about general
things. he learnt that she was an American,
vacationing in India. "Call me Meg"
she told him "Can I call you Raj?"
Even though the seat was large, he found himself
drifting nearer and nearer to her to the point
that his body slightly touched her body every
now & then as per the mild jerks of the
train. In spite of his shyness with women, she
looked quite at ease with a male company, and
quickly became fluent, like long time friends.
once, she even threw her arm around his shoulder
in a one-handed hug, and he did the same,
immensely enjoying the thrill. Then the ticket
examiner was in, checking their tickets.
"Secure the door! Have a Good Night"
and he was gone. Raj got up and locked the door.
"Do you mind if I change into something
comfortable?" he asked meg. "Not at
all.. In fact I need to change too" He took
his night dress and turned away from her to
change. While he was in his undergarments, he
turned slightly and watched her, and she was
changing too. He got a quick view of her figure
in profile, and started getting an arousal.
"Stop It!" he told himself.
"Already India is infamous because of the
recent raping incidents.. of foreign personal.
Don't let it go any further" they changed
and returned to their seats. "Sorry
Meg" Raj said "I'm quite tired and
want to go to sleep". "Okay, but I will be up for quite sometime and will be
reading a book. Do you mind the lights on?"
"Not at all". Raj laid down on his
lower birth a bit awkwardly, because she was
still sitting at her seat, and he had to bend to
lie down in the available space. "Raj! Stretch
out and lie comfortably" meg said
"It is ok if you keep your head on my lap.
Sorry for your discomfort" Raj lay down
with his head on her lap, and tried to go to
sleep, while she opened a book and started
reading. From his position, he couldn't see her
face. Only the back of the book, and her
breasts. Knowing that she can't see his face, he
boldly looked her breasts. Though clothed, he
had never seen a woman's breasts so near, and he
had a strong impulse to snuggle near her
breasts, and to press his face into them . As
the train moved, his face occasionally brushed
against her breast very lightly, but that was
enough to throw him off his senses.
Meg tried to concentrate in her book. But
having a man on her lap, so close to her
breasts, brought her memories of the nursing
relationship she had earlier. As his face
brushed on her breasts occasionally, she had a
tingling sensation in her breasts, and she was
starting to have a mild letdown feeling. She
wanted to pull this man into her breasts, but
instead, she threw her arm over his neck, and
continued reading. Whenever he seemed to be
slipping due to the movement of the train, she
held his head and pulled him back. Both of them
didn't know when she started stroking his hair
and face. For a long time, they remained like
that, in sort of sleepy trance. As meg was quite
relaxed, in a sudden jerk of the train, her book
fell down from her hand. Raj, in his half sleep
condition, felt her bending down to retrieve the
book. While she did so, her breast pressed into
his face. Immediately Raj realized that she had
removed her bra while changing into her night
dress, And he felt the wetness thru the fabric.
That was enough to make him go over the
edge. With a moan, he pressed his lips on her
breast, over the wet spot. As she retrieved the
book and straightened, she took his face with
her, kept pressing his face to her breast with
the hand that was around his neck. Her letdown
feeling was already complete, and her breasts
were filling with milk and yearned to be
suckled. She held him close, and adjusted a bit
so that his lips were exactly over the nipple.
The cloth was sweet due to leaked milk, and he
instinctively opened his mouth, took more of the
clothed breast and started sucking at it,
tasting more of the sweetness. A moan escaped
her. "yes! Raj! Yes!" She moaned
"Please". Now the front of her night
dress was wet, partially due to her milk and
partially due to his saliva. Milk had leaked out
of her other breast too, and made the cloth
wetter, and the wet cloth clung to her bare
nipple beneath, clearly showing it as if a
see-thru cloth. "Yes!" she moaned, as
he suckled her milk thru the cloth. "Raj!
My baby" she took his hand and placed it on
her other breast, and he started to feel all over
the wetness. "Raj! Please.. Tell me you want
to drink my milk. please tell me" he
nodded vigorously. "Oh!" She started
unbuttoning her dress, and his hand came up
together with her hand, feeling the cleavage and
breast as each button was opened. after 4-5
buttons, she moved his face away and opened the
cloth on the side he was suckling. And he saw
her bare breasts from close view. Her big, pale
breast, now hard and full with milk, and the
crown of a dark pink nipple and a rough, round
areola, which were wet & glistening.
"Come Baby" she pressed the nipple to
his lips, and he opened his mouth and took the
nipple and a large part of the areola deep into
his mouth. Nature told him how to suckle.. and
he started suckling using his tongue and the
roof of his mouth, the nipple elongating in his
mouth to release the precious milk it was
holding. "Oh Yes! Baby, Very good" she
was saying, as she brought up her hand to her
breast and pressed. Her sweet milk flowed into
his mouth, and he suckled and swallowed hungrily.
It was the most wonderful thing he has ever
tasted. "Oh god! is this really
happening?" he thought to himself. She kept
her hand on his hand, which was on the other
breast, and pressed it. On cue, he moved his
hand, and into the clothed breast, on the
nipple, and she opened the remaining buttons so
that he could move the cloth away. Now she sat
with both her breasts exposed with him nursing
on one and playing with the other. He threw his
hand around her waist, and kept suckling, his
tongue working in waves, in harmony with the
rhythm of the train's sound. he started pressing
his face on her breasts, slowly at first, and
then more pronounced, pressing hard like a baby
looking to get more milk, and more. "Oh Raj!"
she moaned again. Both of them had the unique
feeling as if they were melting and merging into
one another, their very cores connected by her
nipple and his mouth. They were in a state of
bliss.
They both awoke when the train lurched to a
stop. When they heard a knock at their door,
they hurriedly got up, and meg threw a blanket
over herself, and then Raj went to open the
door. It was the TTE along with a couple of
policemen. "Excuse Me! But this is a
routine check.. please co-operate" After
the verification of tickets, and a few
questions, he left "Please secure the door.
Good Night". After locking the door, Raj
came back to meg, and she threw away the
blanket. With her dress open, She was quite an
eyeful. The nipple at which he was suckling, was
glistening with the milk and saliva, and the
nipple was elongated, and looked as if soaked.
The other breast was also glistening with the
leaked milk. "My sweet baby" she said
"This also needs to be taken care of"
She held up the unsuckled breast. "Can we
sleep together?" he asked. Meg smiled, and
together they slid down on the berth, and
squeezed into each other. "Now! don't fall
off Raj" she said "There is only so
much space". As they hugged each other and
started kissing, he felt the wetness of the
leaked milk from her breast. They pressed into
each other and kissed. All the milk he had had
from her, made him smell like a baby, and she
tasted her milk in his mouth. They sucked on
each other's lips, and his hands were all over
her, determined to explore every inch of her.
She felt his arousal hard on her thighs, and
without breaking the kiss, she reached for the
knot of his night dress and opened it, and
immediately opened her own, and their skins met.
They squeezed each other and felt the softness
and hardness of each other's body. "Raj!"
She whispered "I want you. Now" She brought
one hand down, and caressed him, and kept
it at the mouth of her pussy, and they both
started to wiggle against each other. Then he
started to plunge into her, within a few
thrusts, he was completely engulfed within her
warm and wet womanhood. "Oh! Yes" she
whispered "Yes". There was very less
space on the berth. So they rolled over so that
he was on his back and she above him. She raised
her body, took his hand and placed on her
breast, and he immediately started caressing,
and then started squeezing and pulling at her
nipples and areola, making a milking motion.
Milk sprayed onto his body, and it heightened
his arousal, and he started rocking into her,
slowly at first, and then thrusting with
increasing power, almost raising her body with
him. Her breasts were in front of his face, and
he watched as drops of milk formed and fall from
the nipples. She was rocking too, making the
thrusts deeper. She was almost sitting on him,
with him deep within her. She brought both her
hands to her breasts and started milking them,
the milk falling over his body. Then she pulled
up his face towards the unsuckled breast,
supporting his neck, and pressed the nipple to
his lips. "Drink baby, Keep suckling"
she whispered, and he started to suckle, drawing
streams of her nectar in big gulps, and rocking
within her. As he couldn't thrust hard in that
position while still suckling, she made up for
him, and kept up the thrusts. Waves of pleasure
was coursing thru her as he thrusted and
suckled. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she kept
muttering, as he moaned in pleasure with every
thrust and every suckle, his mouth full of her
soft breast. After a while, he felt her orgasming, and more milk flowed into his mouth.
"Oh Raj!" she muffled her shout, her
thrusting went slow. "Raj!" she held
his head to her breast like a baby, he was still
hard within her. She realized that he hadn't
orgasmed yet. She pulled her breast from his
mouth, and he was reluctant to let it go, and
whimpered. Then she turned, he still within him,
and turned on her back. He got the cue and
spread above her. Her dress was open, both her
breasts looking up like mountains and he looked
down at them, stopped thrusting for a moment and
stooped down to kiss on the nipples, and resumed
the pumping. "My sweet baby" she
caressed his back and his face, and started
moaning as another orgasm was rising from within
her. He too, started breathing hard, his own
orgasm within reach, as pleasure built up on the
lower part of his abdomen and traversed to his
penis as well as towards his head. Then, with a
deep moan, he stiffened and plunged hard and
deep into her as his life juice shot into her,
and again, and both of them orgasmed with a
colorful explosion in their brains. He kept
thrusting wildly even after he had stopped
cumming, and she wildly pulled down his face, kissing
his forehead and hugging him to her breasts again
and again. By the time they both calmed down a
little, his face was fully covered in a fine
layer of milk. And he lay on her, for some time,
his face near her face, kissing each other's
cheeks and pressing their cheeks together, until
he started going limp within her. Even after he
was completely limp and shrunken within her,
they remained as is, whispering to each other.
After a while, much against his
wishes, he got
up, and told her that he needed to clean himself.
Closing his night dress, and taking a towel, he
went to the train bathroom, and washed himself
as best as he could. When he came back, she was
lying in the same position, dress wide open,
and almost sleepy. "Raj!" she said
"There is more milk. Please suckle..."
"I will. But I think it is a good idea if
you go and clean yourself up first. We won't
have time to do that in the morning". She
too pulled her robe and went to clean herself.
When she returned, Raj was lying down on the
berth on his side, waiting for her. She lay down
near him facing him, with her breast at level
with his face, moved the cloth away from the
breast and nudged him. He obliged, took her
breast eagerly into his mouth, and start
suckling, and they settled down comfortably.
Neither of them knew when they had gone to
sleep.
When they woke, the sun was already up. They
corrected their clothes, kissed each other, and
opened the door, just in time for the breakfast
to arrive. They both realized that they are not
just co-travelers, but much more than that, and
that they would certainly be in touch in spite
of the distance that will separate them when she
goes back to her country, Maybe by emails and other
means of communications.. God knows when
they will meet again, if at all, but they still
have another day and night together, and were
excited and grateful for that time together.
©
T.S.Rajesh
tsrajesh.indian@gmail.com
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