The Erotic Metro Ride In Delhi
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The cold winds had taken the city of Delhi under its grip and while the scathing winter climate was making people finding refuge under the sheets, cuddling with their better halves, here I was, seated alone in my cabin and charting out the appointment list of patients due to visit me tomorrow. Sigh! A lot of things on the plate even for the Sunday, I thought and packed up my bag. Rushing out to the parking, I fiddled with my keys as I wanted to avoid the traffic rush which was a part of the unending woes of a Delhite. 
Fuck! I yelled as I saw the flat tires of my car. Muttering all the cuss words I knew, I reached the gatekeeper and asked him to get my car repaired and get it parked at my spot while I took an Uber to reach the nearby metro. It had been more than a year since I have travelled on the metro, so I was a little bit anxious. Seeing a traffic jam, I climbed down at the crossing itself and while I was fiddling within my purse to find the change, I could sense the penetrating eyes of the driver falling on my well-developed bosom. Quickly handing him the fare, I rushed to the station. “Bloody pervert!! Is he seeing it for the first time?” I asked myself. Standing in front of the idle queue, my eyes wandered hither and thither till they transfixed to a place where a bitch was seducing the dogs all around and they were fighting within themselves to decide who was going to warm her in this cold. I was amused to see how even in animals “Pussy rules”. As my turn for the token arrived, I took it and entered the station.
 “My gosh, so much rush”, I exclaimed as I was afraid it would be impossible for me to force my way into the coach. Taking a deep breath, I said to myself, “Jab okhli mein sar diya to musal se kya darna”. And musal reminded me of something else too which made in smile innocuously. I got into the coach only to realize later that I could have ridden into the ladies coach if I had hurried upon. Now as the things can’t be undone, I stood by making space all around me. A woman with my stats is often ogled upon and a wide booty beneath a perfect waist may not rest my body weight but usually becomes a resting point for the lusty gaze of the men around.
 36-32-48, to be precise was my measurement and being a stout lady, I stood out in the crowd. “7 PM!! I am going to be damn late”
. Even though the compartment was crowded, I still had breathing space and with a hand on the strap, I put all my weight upon causing my bulky bosoms to protrude out. Despite the journey was not to end very soon, I decided against taking my mobile out as I feared it can be lost easily. I never thought that a long journey in the metro can be interesting until my gaze fell towards a young couple standing at the far right and caressing each other’s hands. What mesmerized me was that the girl’s eyes were closed and her boyfriend was pressing her boobs intermittently making it look like an accident. The innocent looking boyfriend was actually provoked by the girl to press her boobs. The vivid scene churned my mind inside out. A sense of excitement and reverie, both combined, took me to a state of trance. Six months! A long time for a married woman to have physical intimacy but that was what you are offered when you hell-bent to marry the men in defence who are just best in the country in everything except giving us time when they are away defending our country. I was proud of my hubby but at times like this, my body wrestled and won control from my mind. I was dazed with those livid pictures running on my mind. “Screech!!” An abrupt halt and a forward jerk brought me back to the reality. The train had reached Rajiv Nagar station and within a few seconds, the couch was teeming with people. “Fuck off”, I cursed loudly as my foot was trampled by some buffoon. But my voice got drowned amidst the indiscreet blabber. As more people came pouring, I found myself fixated at the same position as earlier. Due to the commotion, I lost the couple and the racy documentary running parallel on my mind. As I got back conscious, I found myself pressed by a burly guy of 50 something. Though it was quite an uncomfortable position to be in, I was in no state to do anything about it till the crowd thins a little bit. It had been a cold evening and whether I like it or not, his body was emanating a lot of heat so I chose inertia over raising concern though I did not know at that time that this decision of mine would impact me for a long time to come. At first, he was seemingly embarrassed to be in such a condition as his so-called moral values might be afflicting his sense of golden opportunity. But seeing no objection, he construed that I might be willing for it. His thighs were touching my protruded booty which was well-protected by an additional level of clothing. Slowly, he tried to caress my ass with his hand. The touch was too much for me to bear and luckily, an opportunity was created just then to move to a corner of the coach. Swiftly and without waiting, I moved there and settled myself with my back nestled snugly with the wall. This little adventure has made me breathe hard and I closed my eyes. It was not that I felt disgusted but actually, the reason I got away was that he ignited my deep-seated desires which I have so far had kept under wrap. Though his touch was unwanted, still, it stirred my lust. Shyly, I lifted my gaze to see what he looks like.
 Well-built and with a height of over six foot, he stood tall with a mix of greys along the black hairs. Clean shaved, he was a guy from the old school. Just about fifty, he had a regal air about him and with his deep and somber eyes, he was exploring me. Our eyes met and embarrassingly, I lowered my gaze. He chaffed away the passengers like skimmed butter and within minutes, his burly figure stood in front of me blocking my exit and preventing anyone to see what was going on.
 Sometimes our eyes convey our innate desires and this was one of those times. With my head down, I kept my hands drawn to my tits in an attempt to defend the indefensible. He inadvertently put his weight on me, pressing my body parts in a go. With my nose buried on his chest, I could feel his aroma loosening whatever control I was having on my body. His hand finally breached it. On my shoulder, he kept his palm so that it seems just for support. His fingers started fiddling me with the naked portion thereof and started treading his thumbs over it. He purposely rubbed it that way to entice me and to give him the go ahead. What he didn’t know was that my desires have already overtaken my common sense and I had surrendered myself to him for the sexual gratification. My pussy was dripping wet anticipating what it had not felt since long. His firm hands soon took charge of my body. His one hand started exploring my waist over the kurti which had already inched up due to my hard breathing. Swiftly, his hand moved inside to touch the bate waist making me recoil from ecstasy. I arched my back causing my pelvis to go back and at the same time, my nipples pressed upon his chest. His fingers kept looking for every single hair follicles and curves there. His posture was such that we two were looking like two passengers crammed into each other. He knew he hadn’t much time with him so he quickly shifted to my second most erogenous part of my body, that’s my ass. His firm fingers nestled against my crack
ash! I let out a moan which was luckily suppressed under the engine noise as the last station of the destination had arrived. Like a volcano, my pussy had erupted, with all the molten escaping through the crevices. My face was flushed red and I was in no senses.
 Opening my eyes, I saw him disappearing in the crowd. I got back from the fantasy to reality when I saw a piece of paper clinging on my bag. “97******97”, was the number written by him or it just got into my bag. I didn’t know but with a smile, it was reminding me of the adventure I had just minutes ago.