Fun on Shatabdi Express

Hi everyone, I go by Shriya, but that's not my real name. My hometown is Bangalore. I work for an IT company and am twenty-four years old.

My height is 5'4", and my measurements are 36C-28-38. My complexion is dark, and I have the perfect amount of body fat. About thirty men have used me as their slut. Every man I've had sex with has told me how much they like my muscular body.

I never thought of myself as that unique or alluring. However, men's gazes are always on my body, especially my ass, wherever I go.

This narrative is based on a true experience I had while out with my parents.

My family and I were on our way to Hyderabad. Two men entered the station lounge where we were waiting for our train. They looked like brothers. One of them was really attractive—I believe he was the younger brother! He was between 5'8" and 5'10" tall, with a very pale complexion, chiseled features, strong limbs, and stunning brown eyes. He had a seductive yet naive appearance.

I made eye contact with the attractive man as soon as they walked in. I didn't look at him again, though, because I was with my family. They faced us while seated diagonally across from us. After ten to fifteen minutes, I sensed that someone was staring at me. You are all probably familiar with the sensation of being stared at. Startled, I glanced at the attractive man right away. I could see him looking straight at me.

I became aware that they were foreigners at that point. Their appearance gave the impression that they were from a European nation. In any case, I was taken aback when he began to steal glances at me.

It was declared that our train will come in a few minutes after around fifteen minutes had passed. So we walked out of the waiting room. I was depressed as there was nothing I could do and I would miss that attractive foreigner.

People were standing according to their coach numbers as we arrived at the platform. We proceeded to wait for our coach at that location. I continued to think about him. I was still holding out hope that I would at least get a peek of him.

Outside the station, the train had been halted. I was just walking when it happened! One of my life's greatest surprises! He was present! He and his brother came! My eyes were unbelievable. He gave me a smile. However, I was too shy and anxious to return the smile. I turned my head away. And you know what? He and I were in the same coach! I gave thanks to God.

Behind us, they stood. When the train eventually arrived, we got on board. I was seated directly across the aisle from him! This may seem incredible, but it actually did happen.

I couldn't believe he kept turning to face me! I wanted to use the restroom to wash my face and urinate a few minutes later. I felt his hand brush across my body as I was leaving him after getting up from my chair.

I was surprised because I hadn't anticipated that. However, I was content. His contact gave me shivers and sent a shockwave through my body. He pretended it was an accident, and I pretended I didn't notice, but we both knew it wasn't.

After using the restroom for eight to ten minutes, I returned. I had on tight dark blue denim jeans, a scarf around my neck, and a short light blue kurta. As I approached my seat, I noticed someone approaching from the opposite direction. Shatabdi Express has a relatively small aisle. I had no idea where to go to give that person space. I simply stood beside the attractive man.

Then the sexiest thing happened. His hand touched my ass! His palm was firmly and tightly gripping my ass. Inside my kurta, his hand also stroked my exposed waist. My pulse soared through the roof! I wanted to spin around, grab his collar, and give him a kiss. But I was unable to move or do anything.

All of this took place in a matter of seconds. I continued to stand there, feigning not to notice anything. I returned to my seat once the man on the aisle crossed since, strangely, I was the only person standing in the entire coach and I was worried that my mother would see me standing so close to the attractive stranger.

For the first time, I deliberately looked him in the eye after I sat down. He was such a masterfully created work of art! God! He pouted, indicating that he wanted to kiss me, as we exchanged smiles! How I wish I had been traveling by myself that day! I wanted to drag him into the bathroom so he could fuck me. I was breathing heavily, and my pussy was oozing wet. I was growing agitated.

In order to follow him and give him a kiss there, I was hoping he would get up and head to the bathroom. However, his brother kept talking to him, and regrettably, he remained still until we arrived at our destination.

His hand came into contact with mine as we were getting off the train, and he briefly grasped my fingers like a child holding an adult's finger. We exchanged glances with one another. It was divine.

He and his brother left after we got off the train. He grinned at me and turned back as though to say goodbye. I also grinned. I didn't see him again after that. I can still picture his face and wonder who he was.

When I got home, I thought about him and masturbated. I squirted and came hard. I pictured him holding my hand as we made our way to the area outside the train restroom, where we partially undressed and I sucked his dick dry. Then, I arouse him once more and had him fuck me hard and cum his load within my womb.

This, then, was the tale. Remember to leave a comment below!