A ride to remember

In South East India summers are very hot and humid. Tupa was alone at home, chilling near the table fan in her panties. The electricity was out, and the generator would not support the AC. Her parents were away, visiting her brother in Delhi, and Tupa had the house to herself. She lay squatly on her stomach surfing through the social media, her big boobs squashed to the cool floor.

Naina called. Naina was her friend from college, and lived three stations away, they quickly made a plan for a sleepover at her place, and Tupa hung up. Thankfully, there was no power problem at Naina’s place. Tupa got up to get ready. Had her parents been at home, she would have to dress conservatively before leaving the house, but now she was left to her own devices, and it was way too hot and humid outside to cover up completely. Tupa quickly changed into a short noodle strap tunic and left home.

On the platform, she could feel people staring at her bare shoulders and thighs, Tupa was secretly enjoying the attention. The train arrived in some time, but it absolutely crowded. Tupa had forgotten about the local market day, and that people from all around would be traveling up and down to it. She didn’t think much, rubbing her perspiration, she boarded on, and almost immediately regretted her decision. She was getting squashed between people. After a few minutes she managed to settle next to a pole, holding on to the handles above the head. By her position, the cool metal pole stuck between her big boobs, into her ample cleavage, balancing her in an oddly satisfying way.

The train gained speed, making her sway sideways, as she held on to the handles over her head, trying not to be disbalanced. A lean hand came across from behind her and grasped the rod in front of her, touching her boobs at the same time. She tried to turn her neck to check, but it was impossible to move in the crowd. The owner of the hand had realized her stuck position as well. Without wasting time, the hand let the rod go, and held Tupa by her left boob.

Tupa was mortified. The feeling was weird, and she hated it, but did she? She squirmed, the hand loosened, and slowly felt around, reaching her nipple through her tunic and bra. Tupa squirmed more, as he started pinching the nipple. She was getting oddly aroused, and just as she was about to squirm again, the train swayed, the hand loosened, and all very swiftly, it reached directly under her tunic and bra, grappling her naked boob.

Tupa had never been touched by a man, she was feeling weak in the knee, a tingling feeling between her legs. The train slowed down, the hand retreated and she was half relaxed, half disappointed, that it would be over. As people dispersed, in a rush more people boarded on, and again Tupa was squished between the rod and more people. But something told her, the owner of the hand was still behind her, at a different angle.

As the train moved again, Tupa felt a small lurch from behind. Before she could realise what was happening, she felt a hand on her upper thigh, just below her butt. Tupa wasn’t in for this much, as she squirmed hard this time, again, the hand made its way deeper and she felt a finger on her pussy through her panty. The hand had pulled her tunic up and was feeling her up the slit. Tupa stood rigid, not sure to squirm or not, and in her dilemma, she felt her panty being shoved aside and fingers right on her pussy.

Tupa felt electrified. She stood there in the train swaying from side to side with the inertia, and the finger moved up and down her slit, stroking her clit lightly as it went. Tupa felt wetness between her legs, and involuntarily, parted her legs as much as she could. The hand needed no more invitation, the fingers slowly started making circles around her clit, driving her crazy. She never realised, the train slowing at another station,and then moving on, as she herself was on a ride of her own. Just when she would get to the brink, the fingers would move away, and then it started again, slowly circling around her button. Tupa was shivering allover, the train whistled loudly, and at that very moment, the fingers pinched her clit and pulled. Tupa’s knees buckled, and she felt her first ever orgasm, grinding her cleavage to the rod, rolling her eyes back, biting her lips hard, feeling her wetness trickle down her legs.

The train was slowing down again. Still shivering, Tupa was getting back to her senses. The hand gingerly came out from under her, around her near the rod, Tupa saw the fingers glistening with her juices. Instead of taking the rod, as the train slowed down, the fingers rubbed themselves dry on her boobs, just below her tunic neckline.

The train came to a halt, and as Tupa tried to disperse, hauled by a crowd of men, for the first time she realised, what she was smelling like, and how flushed she felt. Tupa had never had a train ride like this, she needed a bath, and she needed to massage the new found centre of her body, just like the hand did, out there, openly, in a moving train.

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