FUCK IN A TRAIN
At 5.50 p.m. on a hot May evening I was sitting on the lower berth of a coupe
compartment in the first class air conditioned coach of a train scheduled to depart
for Madras in ten minutes time. I was on my way to attend a business meeting.
My name is Saheb Sahebji. This is not my given name but everyone including my
parents calls me by it. Anyway, what is in a name? I am 6 feet tall and slim. I am
a freelance commercial artist by profession.
I was wearing a kurta and pajama (North Indian attire for men, suitable for day
and night wear) so that I would be comfortable and didn’t have to change on the
The incident I am about to narrate took place some years ago. The upper berth
was still empty. I was wondering who would be my travel companion when the
coach attendant arrived with a lady.
“Madam, this is the only berth, which is not occupied. If you want I can allot it to
you. This gentleman is also traveling to Madras like you,” he said, pointing to the
The lady looked around the compartment and seeing me she hesitated but said,
“Oh, I must get there by this train. Okay, I will take it.” The lady stared at me for a
minute then went out with the coach attendant.
Soon she was back carrying her vanity case and accompanied by a coolie
(porter), who stowed away her luggage. The train started to move as she settled
down. I was sitting next to the window and she made herself comfortable on the
other end of the berth. She took out a Sidney Sheldon and started to read.
She was about 24 years old, beautiful, tall, slim, very fair with long hair tastefully
done up in a bun behind her head. She wore a sky blue chiffon sari with
matching blouse, matching bindi (round mark on the forehead of Indian ladies)
and matching sandals. Her sari was wrapped tightly round her body showing all
her curves to their best advantage. The pallu (the upper end of the sari) was
pulled tightly across her firm boobs. Her boobs were not very large but the right
size for her physique.
It was evident from the sindoor (vermillion colored powder) in her hair parting that
she was married. She had a double pearl string around her neck, which
enhanced the beauty of her swan like neck, pearl tops and a diamond ring on her
fingers. She looked educated and seemed to belong to upper middle class and
moving in good society. To me she seemed like Miss World and Miss Universe
both rolled in one.
Seeing her beautiful face I wondered how beautiful her choot would be and I got
a hard on. I introduced myself and we started to talk. Our conversation was in
English. She was easy to talk to and was quite at ease during the whole time.
During our conversation she told me that her name was Kiran. She was married
for four years and had no children. Her husband had gone abroad for two months
training and she had spent this time visiting with her parents. Her husband was
coming back tomorrow night and she was returning to her husband’s home to be
with him. Actually she wanted to travel on yesterday’s train, so that she could
receive him, but could not get a berth. This apparently was the reason she had
agreed to share a coupe with an unknown male passenger.
While we were talking the coach attendant came to make the beds. We went out
in the corridor. She stood near me. I could smell the lovely perfume she had
“She has not had a cock for the last two months, as her husband is away and
must be feeling very horny,” I thought. This did not do my hard on any good.
After the attendant had finished making the beds he took our order for dinner and
said, “I will serve it around 9 p.m. in the compartment. Is it all right?”
We said okay and he left.
We returned to our seats. I sat down as before near the window but Kiran instead
of sitting at the far end of the berth sat down near the middle and we continued
During our conversation I kept getting hard on from time to time. On couple of
occasions I had to adjust my position to hide my hard on from her view.
At about seven I opened my ‘travel bar’. “Would you care for a drink? I am sorry I
can offer only a limited choice of scotch and cognac,” I asked politely.
For a moment she hesitated then said, “Thank you very much. I would love to
join you. Scotch with soda for me, please.” I poured out the drinks and we settled
back to enjoy them.
While I had finished half a glass, Kiran had emptied her glass. When I started to
refresh her drink she took the bottle from my hand and poured herself a stiff
drink, which she started to gulp.
I was in no mood to be stuck with an intoxicated woman all night. I advised her to
drink slowly. She said, “Don’t worry, I will not embarrass you. I am quite used to
drinking at parties.”
When the attendant brought dinner she had had four drinks to mine two. She was
definitely used to drinking because the scotch had no visible effect on her. We
ate our dinner. After dinner we sipped some cognac. When the attendant came
to collect the dishes he asked, “When should I serve the morning tea?”
“Would tea at 7 a.m. be all right or would you prefer it earlier?” I asked Kiran.
“7 O’clock is fine with me,” she replied.
“At seven,” I told the attendant.
At 10 p.m. she said, “I think I’ll go to bed now.”
“I will go out to smoke a cigarette and in the meanwhile, if you like, you can
change into your nightclothes,” I said going into the corridor.
After 15 minutes, I returned to the compartment. The compartment was in
darkness. I slid open the door without making any noise. All the lights in the
compartment were switched off except the nightlight. I thought that Kiran had
gone to sleep. I opened the door softy and entered. In the glow of the nightlight I
saw, to my surprise, that Kiran was lying on the lower berth. She lay flat on her
back with legs slightly apart and her arm across her face.
Dear reader you can imagine what was the effect on my cock seeing her in this
posture. You are right I got a hard on again. I called out her name softly but she
did not reply. I touched her on the arm and said, “Kiran, tumhara berth uper wala
hai tum wahan leto (Kiran, the upper berth is yours, you lie there).”
“Uuunnnn,” she said shaking her head. The whisky has taken effect, I thought.
“Kiran, tumhara berth uper wala hai tum wahan leto (Kiran, the upper berth is
yours, you lie there),” I repeated.
Without removing her arm she said, “Uunn, tum uper let jao (Uunn, you lie on the
This remark of hers gave me the opening I was looking for all evening but still to
make sure, I asked, “You won’t mind?”
“No,” she said shaking her head.
I quickly lay down on top of her and pushing my standing cock between her
parted legs, started to make fuck motions.