In Delhi Metro – Nachiketa Vaid
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I was standing inside a metro train cruising under the ground from Jahangirpuri to Gurgaon. There were not many people inside and I had my smartphone in my hand, trying to browse through my Facebook feeds like a normal citizen of the world. The air conditioned was blaring soft wafts of cool air on my face and I was happy. Not exactly happy though because just an hour ago I had had a fight with my girl friend to whose in fact I was going to make up with her. There was this group of students talking with each other, from Delhi University I thought, two guys three girls and they were aloud in their proclamations. They were standing in the middle of the metro, and since it was not very stuffy they could roam around at peace even. There was a this girl who was wearing a black one piece, and I was particularly attracted to her, but when I saw that her hands were inside the pocket of one of the guys, my attracted mellowed a little, though I did not stop gazing at her shamelessly. And once even she looked at me….and winked. But when Rajiv Chowk came, the population in the bogey increased and they had to stuff themselves towards me. Yes towards me and there was this girl whose back was toward me. It was slightly comfortable to be honest because she was wearing a thin cotton skirt that did not even reach her ample legs and she was least bothered about the fact that as she laughed to the jokes of the guys, she got occasionally stepped back and got too close to me, too close in fact to the extent that her ass touched my front. We were of the same height and I was continuously looking at her shiny legs, her too perfect calves, and I was also confused. There was my girl friend who was shouting at me through Whatsapp and there was this girl who ass had touched my front many times, and had given a tingling sensation, a kind of pleasure that you don’t usually obtain while traveling in metros. The train was running and she was laughing and once she lost her balance to such an extent that her thin cotton fabric of skirt got meshed in between my now semi-solid dick and I had to take in a breathe to contain a pleasure which was almost ready to splurge forth in the form of a long sigh. I said sorry. I did not want to create a scene, to which she looked back…and said…”No okay it my bad.” She was beautiful. Red lipstick, a high fi face you see in girls from rich families, and high cheek bones. There was a green tank top on her, and her collarbones shown. Her boobs were ample, not large with a faint valley visible in between. From the side, her boobs looked inviting, to be grasped to be mauled..My own girl friend was nothing as compared to her. Of course it was her bad, and I was happy that she had accepted the situation graciously. If my dick was hard, it was my problem and I had to take care of it. Time passed…it had somehow slowed down and one after another two metro stations had come and gone, and not the train was standing in between two stations. I continued tapping on my mobile screen, and looking at her picture perfect calves. They were shiny, they were fleshy (not so fleshy as to be fat), they did not have a speck of hair, and I wanted to lick my tongue over them. In fact I had now stopped tapping on my phone, after my girl friend to calm down…and was currently thinking awesome it would be to just once more feel her fleshy, (I was positive) perfect taut ass of the girl in front of me on my starving Dick because my own girl friend had not let me go beyond mere kisses. And that is exactly what happened. The train sprang in motion, and the girl jerked back and once again my dick got the favour of being grounded by her, and got as straight as a police rod in a matter of seconds. But this time she did not moved away, neither did I anything in sorry… she just stayed there….grinding my cock like we were in a solitary room and not in a metro full of people. Once she even looked back, and said with her red lips : liking it sonny boy? My dick was hard that it was almost into asshole, and it was feat really, for me to control, but she continued grinding, slowly but surely, and I just wanted to rape her there at once. I even tried to get near her neck and smelled her, and I think she liked, and gave a sigh in between her laughter. I thought: these are the best moments of my life. But I was wrong, as found out later. But it was perhaps too much for me. Do women don’t feel anything when they give a dry hump to men? I asked which was a silly questions really, and yet I did now know. I was a virgin though I often used to masturbate thinking about girls I saw here and there. And it was getting too much for me. Already, I could feel a soft moisture developing on the tips of my penis and I was afraid, (in the midst of such pleasure I was afraid) that I may not burst after all. I did not want to make a scene. So I decided to ask her to stop. I picked up my phone starting speaking into it, louder… “Yes, yes…you ass!! I am telling you it is getting too much. Either you stop yourself or I am going to be very angry with you.” That’s what I said, and I think she got my hint…because in a few moments she stopped grinding me like it was the last of the world and looked back and gave me a smile that I have never been able to forget in my whole life. To be continued…. contact me on my email id, for feedbacks : [email protected]