The train rattled through the dark Indian countryside, its wheels clacking rhythmically against the tracks. It was well past midnight, and the sleeper coach was dimly lit by flickering fluorescent bulbs that cast long shadows over the bunks. Priya shifted uncomfortably on her lower berth, the thin cotton sheet clinging to her sweat-dampened skin. The summer heat was relentless, even at night, and the fan above whirred uselessly, stirring only warm air. She was alone on this journey from Mumbai to Delhi, her husband away on business, leaving her to travel solo for the first time in years.
Across the aisle, in the opposite lower berth, sat a man she hadn’t noticed boarding until the train lurched out of the station. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with a neatly trimmed beard and eyes that gleamed in the low light. His kurta was unbuttoned at the collar, revealing a glimpse of tanned chest. He glanced up from his phone, catching her gaze. Priya looked away quickly, her heart skipping a beat. The coach was sparsely occupied—most passengers squeezed into upper bunks or the general compartment—but the air felt thick with unspoken tension.
As the hours ticked by, the train’s sway lulled others to sleep, but Priya couldn’t drift off. The stranger stretched his legs, his foot brushing against hers under the shared space. She pulled back, but he didn’t apologize. Instead, he leaned forward, his voice low and husky. ‘Hot night, isn’t it, didi?’
Priya’s cheeks flushed. She wasn’t used to strangers addressing her so casually. ‘Yes,’ she murmured, her voice barely audible over the train’s hum.
He smiled, a slow, knowing curve of his lips. ‘I’m Arjun. Traveling alone?’
She nodded, glancing at the empty berth beside her. ‘Priya. Yes, just for a few days.’
Their conversation started innocently—about the heat, the bumpy ride, the delay at the last station. But Arjun’s eyes lingered on her, tracing the outline of her blouse where it hugged her full breasts, the way her saree draped over her hips. Priya felt exposed, her nipples hardening under his stare. She crossed her arms, but that only drew his attention more.
The train hit a rough patch, jolting everyone. Arjun’s hand steadied on the edge of her bunk, close enough that his fingers grazed her thigh. Electricity shot through her. ‘Sorry,’ he said, but he didn’t move away.
Priya’s breath quickened. It had been months since she’d felt desired like this—raw, immediate. The anonymity of the night, the rocking motion, it all stirred something forbidden inside her. ‘It’s okay,’ she whispered.
Emboldened, Arjun shifted closer, his knee pressing against hers. The coach was silent now, save for snores from the upper bunks. He reached out, his fingers lightly tracing her arm. ‘You look tense. Want me to help?’
Her pulse raced. She should stop this, but the thrill overrode reason. Nodding slightly, she uncrossed her arms. Arjun’s hand slid up her thigh, pushing the saree aside. His touch was firm, calloused from whatever work he did, and it sent shivers up her spine. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. ‘I’ve been watching you since we left. You need this.’
Priya gasped as his fingers found the edge of her petticoat, slipping underneath to caress her inner thigh. The fabric of her panties was already damp. He rubbed slow circles, inching higher until he pressed against her pussy through the thin cloth. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, her hips bucking involuntarily.
Arjun’s other hand cupped her breast, squeezing gently at first, then harder, thumb flicking her nipple through the blouse. ‘So soft,’ he murmured, unbuttoning her top with practiced ease. The cool air hit her skin as he exposed her bra, pushing it down to free her breasts. He bent his head, taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard while his fingers delved under her panties.
Priya’s head fell back against the bunk. His tongue swirled around her hardened peak, teeth grazing just enough to make her arch. Below, his fingers parted her folds, stroking her clit with deliberate pressure. She was soaking wet, her juices coating his hand as he slid one finger inside her tight pussy.
‘Fuck, you’re tight,’ Arjun growled, pumping his finger in and out. The wet sounds were obscene in the quiet coach, but the train’s noise masked them. Priya gripped the sheet, her other hand tangling in his hair, urging him on.
He added a second finger, stretching her, curling them to hit that spot deep inside. Her walls clenched around him, pleasure building fast. ‘Come for me,’ he commanded, his mouth switching to her other breast, biting down lightly.
Priya shattered, her orgasm crashing over her in waves. She muffled her cry against his shoulder, her body trembling as he finger-fucked her through it, drawing out every pulse.
But Arjun wasn’t done. He pulled his hand free, slick with her cum, and brought it to her lips. ‘Taste yourself.’ Obediently, she sucked his fingers clean, the musky flavor making her even hornier.
Standing briefly, he glanced around—the other passengers oblivious in sleep. He tugged down his pants, his cock springing free, thick and veined, already leaking pre-cum. Priya’s eyes widened; it was bigger than her husband’s, curving slightly upward.
‘Suck it,’ he ordered softly, guiding her head down. Priya knelt on the bunk, the train’s sway making her balance tricky, but she wrapped her lips around his shaft. He was salty, musky, filling her mouth as she bobbed her head, tongue swirling the head. Arjun groaned, his hand fisting her hair, thrusting gently into her throat.
She gagged a little but took him deeper, hollowing her cheeks. Saliva dripped down her chin as she worked him, her hand stroking what she couldn’t fit. His hips jerked, fucking her mouth with increasing urgency.
‘Enough,’ he rasped, pulling out. He pushed her back onto the bunk, hiking up her saree and ripping her panties aside. Positioning himself between her legs, he rubbed his cock along her slit, coating it in her wetness.
‘Please,’ Priya begged, her voice husky. ‘Fuck me.’
Arjun thrust in with one hard stroke, burying himself to the hilt. Priya cried out, the fullness overwhelming. He was so deep, stretching her pussy wide. He paused, letting her adjust, then began pounding into her, the bunk creaking under them.
The train rocked in sync with his thrusts, each jolt driving him deeper. Priya wrapped her legs around his waist, nails digging into his back. His cock hit her cervix with every slam, the friction on her clit building another climax.
Arjun’s hands gripped her hips, bruising, as he fucked her relentlessly. Sweat slicked their bodies, the air thick with the scent of sex. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss, tongues tangling as he swallowed her moans.
‘You’re mine tonight,’ he grunted, angling his hips to grind against her g-spot. Priya’s pussy fluttered, squeezing him tight.
‘Harder,’ she gasped, lost in the haze.
He obliged, slamming into her with brutal force, his balls slapping against her ass. The pleasure bordered on pain, but she craved it. Arjun reached between them, pinching her clit, and that sent her over the edge again. Her orgasm ripped through her, walls milking his cock as she convulsed.
Arjun followed seconds later, pulling out just in time to shoot ropes of hot cum across her stomach and breasts. He collapsed beside her, both panting, the train continuing its journey unabated.
As the afterglow faded, Priya straightened her clothes, a secret smile playing on her lips. Arjun winked, zipping up. ‘Safe travels, Priya.’
By dawn, he was gone from the coach, leaving her with memories that would fuel her fantasies for years.
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