Fucking Stranger Man In Train Part1

Hello, Indian sex story readers. I got up and quietly got down the ladders and headed out. I thought I could walk around a little. I stayed in the intermediate area for a few seconds wondering where to go next as I realized I shouldn’t disturb the other passengers. So I just went into the bathroom, I didn’t close the close the door entirely and I became careless thinking nobody would be around and also if anyone was, there was nothing for them to see.

I fixed my hair and fiddled around. Out of a random curiosity, I pulled my jeans down a little and looked at my slit again. I always liked to keep it trim and tidy. I hadn’t shaved in a while. “Haha it’s so bushy, God I’m forgetful,” I thought to myself. I admired myself a little more and decided to head back to sleep. As I got out. My heart jumped out of fear. It was the laborer. He stood tall and menacing withering over my small figure. He was right in front of the washroom. I came to a horrid realization that he might have been watching my actions as I left the door open. I had never felt so much regret, disgust, and fear at the same time. I excused myself under my breath and tried to get back to my spot as soon as possible. But he blocked me.

I started shivering. Suddenly he tried to put his hand inside my jeans to my extreme shock and dismay. I nearly screamed and ran immediately back to my bed. For some reason, I felt scared to wake up anyone. In the sudden moment of panic, I just went back to my bed and lay there. My heart thundering. My mind raced with the thoughts of what just happened. I remembered the cold feeling of his hand trying to feel my ladyhood. I calmed myself down feeling safe with the others around. I kept thinking about alerting people but slowly let go of that idea. I thought about how he probably saw my vagina in the mirror and that’s what must have provoked him. Suddenly, I remembered the feeling of his hand again, only this time I remembered it being warm and strong…………….”NO!” I thought to myself trying to abandon the thoughts. But I kept thinking of him and before I knew it I started getting wet. I kept trying to think straight but my body was betraying me.

I started thinking of scenarios that would have happened if I didn’t go away and let him continue his advances. Without even noticing I stuck my fingers into my jeans and started lightly rubbing. I thought of really dirty scenarios, and the idea of them being in a train made me even hornier. Occasionally I thought of how disgusting my thoughts were and how I should fix the situation but irrationality started drenching my fingers. I came. My head spun and finally, I felt sleepy thinking I would do something about the situation the next day.

I woke up late and exhausted. I was droopy and couldn’t think straight. What happened during the night almost seemed just like a dream. He wasn’t there. I sat for a while, recovering my senses and the next moment I noticed a pungent smell. It was a tangy smell. It went away but came back too every once in a while. I tried tracing the source. “Oh god it’s me,” I thought to myself. It was coming from my lower body. I was sure of it now. I got up quickly and went to the washroom. I pulled my jeans down and yup. There was a light stain where my cunt was on my light blue panties.

My face flushed. I must have stunk. I felt extremely embarrassed now. I took off the knickers and took a sniff. It was definitely the source of the smell. It was because of my vaginal discharge when I came. Then I started remembering what had happened. A few minutes passed by and I was sniffing the panties constantly and started feeling tingly. It was a bad smell but I kept wanting to sniff it. I remembered the incident and after a lot of thinking, I decided. I was going to try and let him have me. I wanted to orgasm. The idea of doing it on a train really turned me on. I also promised myself I would not go too far and to be careful. With this thought, I headed back.

I grabbed my suitcase, grabbed a fresh pair of undies, put them on and got back to my seat. He was still not there. I thought that maybe he left after what he did out of fear, and to my utter disbelief, I almost felt disappointed. I then thought that I was thinking ridiculous and should just be glad that it was over. Some time passed by and everything seemed normal again. I was browsing through my phone again and had nearly forgotten about him when suddenly he came inside. I felt really scared again but knew he couldn’t cause harm to me there. I felt somewhat confident again and I stared at him in disgust and also hate, I was astonished at his guts to even come back. He didn’t look at me and also seemed embarrassed. I almost felt bad for him as he seemed to regret what he did. He sat down without a word and stayed. I found my thoughts of revenge being taken over by thoughts of lust. I hated myself for it but I couldn’t help it.

Some more time passed, but I could only think about the man sitting on the seat opposite of me. I kept being surprised by his courage and realized it was probably because I didn’t complain about it earlier so he thought I wouldn’t now. I forgave him for some reason beyond my comprehension. I was now thinking about whether or not I should try something with him. I kept thinking how nice it would have been if he continued last night. Normally I would have felt too scared but knowing that he was attracted to me and tried it first gave me confidence. But what if he tried to hurt me? I was close to people. “He couldn’t,” I thought. I was still thinking when suddenly he got up and walked out again. I also got up and followed him. It was so sudden I didn’t know what else to do.

I went into the intermediate area and saw him staring outside the window. My stomach was in my throat. My mind was in chaos. Suddenly, I looked around seeing no one, walked up to him and before he knew what was going on, put his hands inside my shirt and rubbed his crotch. My heart collapsed, he didn’t seem to believe what was happening but got into it soon. I regained my confidence again and knew this was it.

I kept rubbing his crotch looking around frantically so nobody would see us. He didn’t seem to believe what was happening. I put both his hands on my tits. He seemed afraid at first that started pressing them hard. My pussy was aching. There is no other word to describe it. I couldn’t wait for it. I took his hand and put it into my jeans and let his other hand keep fondling my juicy breast over my shirt. His fingers met my slippery pussy lips. I felt bad that I hadn’t shaved very recently. But I was still trimmed. I wanted him to be able to feel like he was touching a preteen girl. His hand seemed to be shivering in my jeans. I was still pressing his cock against his pants.

With our hands still exploring each other, we shuffled almost stupidly trying to stay as far from anyone’s view as possible. He was still just softly feeling my pussy but he was lightly rubbing over my clit at times, he wasn’t going in or rubbing it like I wanted to. But it just made me even hornier with anticipation. I had enough of the teasing. I slowly moved my hand from the base of his dick to the top and put my hand inside his pants, and then into his underwear. His thick pubic hair met my fingers, I went even lower and reached the tip of his tool. His cock felt very thick, not very long but definitely thick. My pussy pulsed. I kept feeling it out, and put almost my entire palm down his pants to reach his balls and fondled them. I kept alternating between his head and balls. I felt his pee hole and it had a small stream of precum.

His fingers were sticky with my juices now. I kept staring at him, and he returned my stare but with way more confusion and surprise. He suddenly broke the stare and looked around making sure no one would be able to sneak up on us. Our hands were still exploring each other’s genitals. I was in heaven. Suddenly he pressed two of his fingers inside. My eyes widened, and I took a deep breath of surprised lust. My knees felt weak. I just wanted to faint and let him do what he wanted with me. The angle of his hand and the tightness of my jeans probably made it a little difficult for him but he kept trying to push more of his fingers inside me.

I rubbed his tip taking as much of his fluid coming out of it as I could and pulled my hand out. I put the finger into my mouth in a sexy manner and sucked on it while constantly staring at him. Then I used my hand to open up my jeans more to allow him more access. It definitely worked and he got even deeper. He didn’t really know what to do though. He was just wiggling them inside. But that was enough for me and his fingers were properly wet now.

This went on for quite a while. I was slowly losing my caution of being seen but still maintained a constant vigilance. Both my hands just guided him. One hand was on top of his hand which was squeezing my boobs as hard as ever, and the other hand just lightly touched the top of his fingers slightly spreading my jeans open for him to finger me. I felt the new familiar tingle again as I realized I was about to cum.

My boob and pussy being fondled at the same time drove me over the edge. Suddenly we heard someone talking her way to the intermediate door from the other side and we immediately separated. My hearing had jumped and I was shivering out of fear. I hurried to one of the main exit doors and pretended to look out the window. I didn’t know what he was doing. I heard the woman walk behind me, and I turned around casually trying to look normal. It was a slightly old looking, fat woman in a sari. She was then followed by her husband and a small child of maybe 12 years of age carrying luggage. I casually looked at them like any normal person would do.

I then looked at the laborer on the opposite end of the room. He also seemed shaken. I then noticed that the train had gotten really slow. I realized then that we were close to stopping at a station. I got out of the way as I noticed I was blocking the exit door. As we were slowing down more a few more people came to leave. They blocked the intermediate door so walking away wasn’t an option. I felt extremely nervous as I was very wet down there and thought they could all see that. Every time I moved it felt like my legs had undried glue down there. I was especially nervous as I noticed the father and the kid were staring at me. The wife didn’t seem to give a damn.

Eventually, I realized I didn’t have to worry because they were distracted by either my face or my tits. If anyone had to worry it was the laborer as his boner could easily be seen with a glance. Eventually, we reached the station. It was called Valsad station. The train halted to a stop and I felt a sense of relief as everyone opened the exit door and got out of the train. I saw the little kid get down on the platform. I felt turned on, knowing that the kid would never know the dirty things that were just happening a few minutes back. I just stayed at the place instead of going back to my seat for some reason. A few minutes in the station passed by and no one seemed to be coming in.

After just a few minutes the man in charge of closing the train door did his duty and the train set off. The doorman stayed for a few minutes and left once the train reached a good speed. I looked at the laborer. He still had a hard on and he stared back. I was surprised. In the midst of all the distraction, my orgasm had subsided and I had dried up a bit. But he seemed as hard as ever. He looked like he couldn’t hold being away from me. It made me giggle and my snatch started warming up again. I did a motion with my fingers ushering him towards me. He almost jumped at the signal and didn’t waste any time.

He pretended walking casually towards my side and once he was out of view he immediately started squeezing both my boobs. His new confidence made me warm up faster. I let him have his fun for a few seconds and then took his hand and again put it in my jeans. He pushed it in immediately and again we started with the fingering session. My orgasm seemed to start again much faster this time. I didn’t touch his dick. I was too aroused to do him that favor.

I used one hand to spread my jeans and the other to help him make me cum. The train became really fast, and loud too a lot like my pussy at the time. I became slightly dizzy and I had a huge desire to moan but I held it. I was halfway to orgasm when suddenly we heard the intermediate door again. But this time it was the one right next to us, almost like lightning we separated and acted casual. It was the businessman. He looked at us but didn’t bother much and went into the bathroom. He seemed in too much of a hurry to notice the two of us. I nearly had a heart attack again when it happened.

I took out my phone and pretended to stare at it. I felt really irritated and disappointed, my pussy was itching for a good cum. The laborer walked away again casually, also seeming disappointed. My heart was thundering from my approaching orgasm and the sudden interruption. A few minutes passed and the man got out of the washroom and went back into the seating area without a worry. He probably just couldn’t believe that something so taboo could be happening here. I stayed put for a while just in case something would happen. After it seemed apparent that we were alone again I stared at him again.

Normally I would laugh at the situation but my pussy was aching to point that it was painful. I looked at him again and he didn’t seem amused either. We both knew this wouldn’t work. Then it hit me. We had to do it in the bathroom, we had no choice. I considered it for a second but my vagina seemed to be making the decision for me. But I really didn’t want it to be done there. We could have just done it like we did before. I looked at him again and thought for some time. I started walking towards the bathroom without a word. I saw the train carriage through the intermediate door window full of people. I repeated my signal and patiently waited inside with the door open.

It smelled like old piss inside the room, and it wasn’t the good kind of smell. This was too strong and slightly disgusting. The trains rattling sound was much louder. As I waited I looked at the mirror, there was a small wet spot near my crotch that was visible even through the thickness of my jeans. The door suddenly swung open slightly and he came in. It was cramped but he closed the door and locked it. His presence made me unaware of anything but my streaming juice. He put his hands in my jeans again. And he fingered me fast and hard. I stumbled a little trying not to trip over the toilet.

I was so surprised by this, I had to push his chest with both my hands slightly. I started breathing heavily, it felt so good. So good that I completely forgot we were completely away from any eyes. I took his hand out, and with shaking, hands opened my button and pulled down the zipper revealing my very wet organ. He stared in awe for a second and suddenly rammed his fingers inside it while his other hand held my shoulder pushing me against the wall. As he did so the jeans lowered slightly exposing more of my smooth, wet thighs to the cool air. I tried to hold him back but he was so much stronger and I lost my strength because of the amazing feeling. My head laid against the badly painted wall, my eyes closed and my mouth opened as he continued finger fucking my tight little hole. Both my hands tried hopelessly to hold his hand back. I started moaning quietly, accepting my defeat.

The train is rattling. Passengers are chatting, reading, eating and generally minding their own business. The train driver looks at the road ahead in what seems to be another casual, uninteresting day. But in one of the many toilet stalls, a young teenage girl is getting her womanhood explored by the fingers of a very lucky and dirty laborer.

“Oooooooooooooh” I moaned, louder this time but the constant noise of the train made sure nothing could be heard. With no interruptions this time, his rubbing brought me closer and closer until I got the release I had been waiting so long for. My pussy pulsed, pressing his fingers. My whole body shook so hard that he noticed and fingered me harder. At which point, it started hurting a little. “Stop……….stop,” I said in a very tired, panting manner in Hindi. Electric shocks went through my body and my head spun even more. I took many deep breaths trying to collect my senses and slow down my heart rate. I couldn’t stand properly. My knees were too weak, and my jeans being halfway down my legs didn’t help matters. He stared at me patiently. His cock was throbbing through his pants. I was wild, I was way too horny. The situation was so taboo it turned me on way too much. I gestured him towards me with naughty eyes.

He jumped again, pressed his chest against my boobs and tried to kiss me. I didn’t want it and was only interested in being fucked. I moved my mouth away from his but he kept nudging. I tried to stop him but he was insistent, his mustache scratched my nose. In a moment of weakness, I opened my mouth slightly and let him in as a reward for his good job. He tasted a little weird. I was kind of surprised that he even knew what a kiss was. He wasn’t kissing me as much as he was sloppily licking the inside of my mouth.

He put his hands on my boobs again. He was licking every content of my mouth and though I found it somewhat disgusting at first, my nipples being pressed and his crotch pressing against my stomach made me lose control. I opened my mouth wider and stuck out my tongue even more. He was much taller than me so I had to hold my head up. I held his head with both my hands and danced my tongue with his. This went on for a while and it got more intense. I pushed him and licked his tongue like I would a pussy. Our lips were stuck together properly now. Every once in a while we separated with a huge smacking sound to catch up with our breath.

My pussy became so warm, I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled my mouth away from his and opened his pant buttons and pulled them down. It was like I thought. Not very long but very thick as it was protruding from his briefs. I pulled them down without even a tease. Its sight made my mouth water. His pubic hair was like a forest. I bent over slightly and licked his tip tasting his precum after a long time. His eyes bulged out of excitement. I bent on my knees trying to get into position to suck. But the whole place was so cramped. “One minute…………….here,” he said in a gruff voice.

I was dumbstruck and turned on by how deep his voice was. I stared at him, wondering what he was doing. He put the toilet cover down and I realized he wanted to do it sitting. I was hesitant. I mean I loved the position he was aiming for as I always loved being submissive. But it disgusted me. It was a reasonably clean toilet but I still didn’t want it. He sat down his hairy butt and held his cock up. I smiling lightly at his willingness. I didn’t blame him, this was probably, no wait definitely the sexiest thing he had seen in his life. I walked in front of him with some difficulty. My jeans were still down so my pussy was out in the open.

I considered for a second and just thought “fuck it”. I nearly got on my knees but stopped abruptly. No matter what I would not get on my knees, it was way too dirty for me. He also seemed to realize that and got up slightly as if trying to help but stopped as he realized there was nothing he could do. I thought for a second and thought that only my jeans would get dirty so it was fine, but changed my mind quickly. I pulled my jeans down all the way to the bottom and squatted down. He inched forward in his seat, and I inched forward to suck on it.

My nose met a horrible stench. The smell of piss was much stronger and it made me gag. I had completely forgotten about it at one point but it was awful as I got close to the seat. But if there was one thing about me, it was that I was strong about what I wanted. I tried to ignore the scent and stuck his tool as far as I could in my mouth. He hissed as he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. I pushed it in, sucked, pulled it out and looked in his eyes. I repeated this a couple of times but suddenly I gagged. It was not the sucking but the scent again. He looked at me with disappointment.

I knew this wouldn’t work. “Wait to get up,” I told him. He got up slowly, his cock pointing at the ceiling and once he was up I pushed him against the wall he fingered me against. He reacted by pulling me towards him and to my surprise rubbed his cock on my slit. It made me shiver by how good it felt but then he started pressing it in. I pushed it away saying no a hundred times. I wanted to but I was not on any pill and didn’t want to risk getting pregnant. I whispered what the problem was and he was very understanding. He seemed beyond disappointed. But he wasn’t the only one, I wasn’t thinking of actual sex until now, but when he did it I suddenly became desperate for it. But realizing it would cause a lot of harming my good sense prevailed. But I wasn’t going to let this disappointment last.

Again I got on my knees and jacked him with my hand. He was waiting so long, I jacked him nicely and again plopped his cock in my mouth and sucked fast. This was much better, I was not going to deny him his pleasure this time. The train suddenly shook hard and made me nearly fall but kept my balance all the while never taking his meat out of my mouth. I held onto the towel stand next to the sink. I used my other hand to jack him off as I sucked.

Then suddenly I realized that I should let him enjoy it as long as possible and my handjob would only make him cum faster. So I let go and instead stuck my hand between my spread open legs and stuck my fingers inside. This was heaven for me. The train kept rattling and I kept sucking. He was very quiet. The men I blew before usually moaned like pigs, but he was quiet and just breathing hard. He had both his hands on my hair. He started humping lightly and my pussy pulsed on my fingers. I had an idea. I stopped bobbing and just kept it in my mouth without moving. He opened his eyes and stared at me and I stared back. I bounced my eyebrows in a playful manner. He got what I meant. He started humping my throat.

*Gogh gogh gogh gogh came a sound out of my mouth as he smashed my throat. I loved it! However my gag reflex was slowly approaching, I tried my best to control it. It felt nice that he was in control, and I didn’t have to give much effort. It was a little hard to breathe but I managed. He was constantly humping in a perfect rhythm. My pussy had a constant tingle with my fingers in it. I wasn’t reaching orgasm because the constant motion of the train made it difficult to finger properly, but the constant feeling was good on its own. And his thick tool in my mouth enhanced it. He suddenly stopped, and with his eyes closed exhaled in a deep groan. He was just starting again when I pulled back and took it out. I needed to breathe and also felt a little nauseous. He looked at me in a worried manner but I just gave him a reassuring smile. I waited a few seconds for my throat to recover and had an idea to start licking his shaft from his balls to his bulbous head. It was good because he wouldn’t cum too quick either.

His cock started flinching because of what I did. It was trailing pre-cum. He closed his eyes again but I could see the desperation in his face. He needed to cum. I still licked it like an ice-cream. I took my hand out of my pussy, gave a lick and pulled his foreskin down slowly and held his right butt-cheek and went back to licking. Suddenly, I stopped opened my mouth slightly right in front of his cock and looked up into his eyes. He had his eyes tight shut and was waiting for something. I stayed still in my manner.

Eventually, he opened his eyes and looked at me. I stared at him like a small baby waiting for her father to put a spoonful of food inside her mouth. He moved his hands from the top of my head to its back and pushed his cock through my soft lips again. With a nice wet sound, he was back at it again. This time I responded by licking it all around until suddenly he groaned and bent down slightly. I knew it was time so I pulled back a little up to his head and jacked him. He groaned deeply and shot his fluid into the back of my throat. I felt a bit sick as he filled my mouth with his release but I was so turned on that I enjoyed it. I kept jacking and he started flinching as he kept shooting stream after stream of his man-juice.

The texture of his cum was different from the men I blew before, it was much less thick. But it still tasted great. I didn’t know why it was so watery at the time but after new experiences, I had learned that this happened to men if they kept holding their orgasm which is what happened with this guy. I pulled out, opened my mouth wide showing him the reward he gave me and swallowed. Then I put his cock back in my mouth and kept it there. We stayed like this in the reasonably bright bathroom for what felt like forever.

He was breathing heavily throughout as his dick reached its minimum size in my mouth. I let go. I stood up, shaking as my knees hurt. He pulled up his pants and so did I. When I did, it felt uncomfortable, beads of sweat and girl cum were flowing down my legs. But it also felt naughty and I forgot about it soon. I looked up and stared at him, and our tongues met. But we made out softly this time. After a while, we stopped and I looked around. I was so consumed by lust that I forgot how dirty the environment was. “Go,” he said in an exasperated voice. Again I felt turned on by how deep it was.

I opened the stall door, looked around outside carefully and got out. I went up to the sink and washed my mouth. It was thick with the taste of his cum and saliva. I really wanted some tissues or a towel to wipe my crotch but no such luck. I went back into the cold seating area and saw the other three men. They seemed normal at first but they stared at me for a few seconds. I didn’t blame them, I was gone for a long time. But it really freaked me out. I was very paranoid. But I just got on my seat and acted casual. There was no reaction and everyone was back in their normal business.

The train went on and maybe about half an hour later the laborer came inside and sat casually. He kept staring at me but I pretended to mind my own business. I had a huge urge to just give him a handy right then and there. Next thing I knew everything was back to normal. A few hours had passed and the ticket conductor arrived. When I gave him the ticket I asked when we would reach Delhi. He said that the train was running slow so we would reach next morning around 7 am. I was relieved as it would be easier to find a ride home after reaching there at that time.

A few more hours passed by and it started getting dark. I became fresh again and put on a pair of black panties. After a little while. We stopped at another station, it was called Ratlam junction. I looked at a vendor shop selling all sorts of goods. My heart suddenly jumped with an idea. “I could buy condoms!” I thought to myself. I opened my bag in a hurry and saw what change I had. I had a hundred rupees so I wasted no time and got out. I went up to the vendor and asked whether he had condoms. He said yes and asked me which one I wanted. He gave me a selection and with shivering hands, I chose Shore’s medium sized ordinary condoms. I was afraid he would deny me as I looked so underage that he didn’t seem to care. I put the condoms in my bag and walked towards the train with a thundering heart.

I got back on and the train started almost immediately. I went back into the seating area. My purse felt heavy. I saw the laborer, he seemed somewhat surprised and relieved. He probably thought I left. It was kind of cute. He kept staring at me for ages. Food arrived and eventually before you know it, people started heading to sleep. I got up to the top bunk this time. Since no one had taken it and it was right next to him. In a while, he also got up and when he did we started at each other. His eyes looked like he was begging me for something. I broke this contact and covered myself. I didn’t see his reaction but he must have been beyond disappointed.

Eventually, all the lights turned off and the curtains closed. The night lamp glowed a dark blue barely lighting the place. I had a plan but it had to wait. I kept waiting until everyone seemed to be snoring again, the train rattled quickly and quietly. I could tell the laborer wasn’t sleeping. I slowly took out my phone. It was 1:23 am. I knew it was time. My heart started thundering and my body became shaky.

I quietly got up and started snapping at the laborer. He immediately responded and raised his head slightly. I did my calling motion with my fingers and even in the dark, he knew what it meant. I slowly went down the steps trying to make absolutely no sound with my bag, went through the curtain, and went through the door as stealthily as I could. The sound of the wind that came when I opened it gave me a rush of fear but I went through into the loud intermediate area. It was cold, and the bright light was unsettling.

(To be continued)

Hi, guys. I hope you liked the first part. To my new readers, go and read about my true experience with an auto-rickshaw driver in “My auto rickshaw driver addiction part 1”. To my old readers, I hope you guys liked it like my original stories and I will write much more. I have made a new email address for myself now so feel free to write any feedback on it. I’m not looking for relationships atm just feedback. Comment at [email protected] and also write the same comment down here too. Thanks for the support and be sure to lookout for more stories! Btw my name is not Savita or the name I gave before, I chose to keep it a secret but you can refer to me as Savita in the comments.

About this sex story – This is just one of my fantasies that were inspired by a lot of true moments.

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