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[Krishan202]

Kriti Sanon walked into their compartment, still weeping, wondering if she was doing the right thing; wondering what lay ahead. A giant leap of faith.


The train picked up speed, the sounds of its wheels rattling along the steel rails filtering in through the barred window, coal dust flying into her face. Raja walked in some ten minutes later and asked his Didi if she was feeling okay. She nodded silently at him, trying to bring a smile on her face, saying everything was fine. They settled into the corners of the compartment, each on a bench-like berth against a window.

They were in a sleeper class coach that had four bunks in two tiers; the top two were unoccupied and the lower ones were for Kriti Sanon and Raja. They were padded benches that were relatively comfortable to sit or lie on and stretched across the breadth of the compartment. The cubicle was enclosed, with a door on one side leading to a corridor that ran the length of the coach, and two barred windows on the other side - one against the head of each berth. The compartment was about 7'x 7' in size.

Now train heading north-westwards towards Mumbai. It was likely to be near about a 14-hour journey so Kriti Sanon and her student escort were expecting to get to the capital sometime before sunrise the next morning. Her cousin was expected to meet them at the station and take Kriti Sanon home while Raja was going to head off to the university. The two of them had both been given some packed food and snacks by their respective mothers to have on the journey; Kriti Sanon also carried some home-made delicacies for her cousin Ram, and his wife Anu.

Kriti Sanon sat on the bench facing the front of the train and would therefore face the late afternoon and evening setting sun; she also got coal dust in her eyes and on her face every time she slid open the glass shutter window. The air in the compartment got a little stifling if all the windows and door were kept shut, as a result both Kriti Sanon and Raja preferred to keep at least one window open. They chatted about many things whiling away the time; Kriti Sanon was very keen to hear all about Raja's college, the subjects he studied, the professors, the hostel, the other boys from all parts of the country, the food, their activities, everything.

Kriti Sanon asked Raja if he knew what type of work she may be able to find in Mumbai but he wasn't very conversant with what opportunities existed, especially for someone with limited formal education. So they talked instead of what odd jobs he would occasionally do, like tutoring school children. They talked about friends that he had made in college, and Raja told her about the girls and how liberal they were. Kriti Sanon wanted to hear more so Raja told her about his girlfriend from his economics class; he told her about going out for movies with her, taking her to the university café, holding hands, necking behind the library, even kissing.

They had been chatting away the time, not realising that it had become dark outside. The occasional street lights in isolated villages close to the railway tracks would whiz by every now and then; sometimes the train would rush through a station where it did not have a scheduled stop;they had stopped and Raja had got earthen cups of tea for both of them from vendors on the station platform. They ate a small meal, went to the washroom, laid out a bed sheet on their berths, used their hand baggage as pillows, and lay back on the padded sleepers.

Raja kept his head on the side of his shuttered window while Kriti Sanon lay in the opposite direction, her feet against the window; this way they could face each other and carry on their conversation. Neither of them had changed their clothes so Raja just lay supine while Kriti Sanon used the extended dbang of her saree, the pallu, as a makeshift covering. They talked some more, lying on opposite bunks, and Kriti Sanon started feeling drowsy; the emotions and commotion of the day getting the better of her. They switched off the main light overhead but all compartments had a blue night-light that couldn't be switched off. Kriti Sanon dragged a section of her pallu over her face, shut her eyes and tried to get some sleep.

The steady rocking of the carriage as the train rushed through the darkness lulled Kriti Sanon into a restless sleep; her breathing was steady and deep, her tiredness overpowering the body. In a few minutes she was in deep slumber, having pushed all trepidation and worry to the back burner of her mind; she turned over on her side, facing the wall, drew her legs up slightly and continued sleeping.



Raja on the other hand was finding it extremely difficult to shut his eyes, leave alone fall asleep. For years he had thought of Kriti Sanon as much more than a surrogate sister; like many young men in the village he had long eyed her with lust in his eyes. But like for everyone else, she was beyond his wildest hopes if not his imagination. Over the years he had lusted for her but never spoke of it to anyone, but whenever he masturbated he always pictured Kriti Sanon didi. Now, lying down on his bunk, he was fantasising about her like he had done so often in the past; only this time, she was right there in front of his eyes.

He stared at her, dbangd as she was in her saree from head to ankles, only her feet exposed to the cool breeze coming through the window. He could make out through the saree the outline of her blouse and the bare neck and midriff; in fact he could even see the outline of her brassiere through the blouse. But the view that had him in complete rapture for the last few minutes was that of Kriti Sanon's backside, the swell of the hips and buttocks growing out of her narrow waist. In fact, while they were still chatting earlier in the evening, he kept trying to steal glances at her ample bosom and the deep cleavage between her breasts, either through the material of her saree or on those rare occasions when her pallu dropped.



Now, his penis was struggling to an erection inside the confines of his underwear and his trousers. He rubbed along the length of his cock as it grew along the inside of his thigh, stroking it gently, knowing that he would have to use his hands if he was going to get any relief tonight. At first he thought of going to the bathroom at one end of coach but the sight of Kriti Sanon's well clad arse was not something he could leave behind. A sudden but slight braking of the train disturbed the steady rhythmic rocking of the compartment and Kriti Sanon, still asleep, changed her posture; she now lay on her back. Raja of course devoured the sight of her mountainous breasts thrusting upwards, the saree slipping down the contours to reveal her blouse.

He stared at her boobs, wondering whether it was his imagination or for real, but he was convinced he could see the outline of Kriti Sanon's nipples through the clothing. He silently pulled the zipper of his pants down and snuck his hand through the fly, gripping his ever hardening cock. Kriti Sanon, her deep sleep having been disturbed, turned over again and faced the fall, showing Raja the shape of her covered buttocks again. Her waist remained uncovered, exciting him at the thought of her smooth silky skin.



To Raja, Kriti Sanon was the perfect figure of feminine beauty! A woman clothed in the delicate dbangs of a saree; the beautiful face, perfectly shaped; an inviting mouth with those luscious lips; exquisite rounded shoulders, those full and beautiful arms; and that undulating bosom with proudly swelling breasts filling out her modest but still desire-provoking blouse. He wanted desperately to reach out and touch her exposed skin at the waist; he kept thinking that there was nothing between his hand and the smooth skin of her legs except a thin saree and a petticoat. As he stroked his penis, he imagined the thrill of feeling the warm, palpitating body of this lovely woman in his arms. He looked at her beautiful breasts which were round, plump and firm looking, longing to take possession of those lovely, lovely breasts; to press them in his hand, to devour them and their dark hardened tips with his mouth.

Raja rose from his berth still rubbing his cock which was now hard and erect; he took a step across the compartment and stood next to Kriti Sanon's sleeping form looking at the profile of her face. He bent his knees till his cock touched her saree clad hips and rubbed against it, pushing the swollen head against the plumpness of her buttocks, constantly stroking himself. When Kriti Sanon stirred in her sleep, he quickly went back to his sleeper and lay down again, pulling his shirt down to cover his hard-on, mortally scared that she would see him. But his desperation never ebbed; his erection remained as hard as a steel rod.



Kriti Sanon woke up slowly, opened her eyes but didn't move. She was facing the wall of the cubicle and could see Raja's reflection in a small mirror that was attached to the side, about 18 inches above the bunk. She saw him lying on top of his berth, his belt unbuckled and trousers pushed down to his hips, his hand around his erection like a fist, moving up and down. Kriti Sanon had never seen a man masturbating before.

His eyes were closed and his face grimaced as the hand strokes got faster and faster over the next three or four minutes. She was mesmerised by the images playing out before her in the mirror; hypnotised as Raja's efforts were bringing him closer to orgasm; she could hear the slapping sounds of his hand against groin and she could hear his soft gentle moans. Despite her shock and complete surprise, Kriti Sanon felt the whole scene to be bizarrely erotic and she could feel her own excitement; sense that tingling and dampness between her own thighs, her breathing getting heavier. 



Suddenly Kriti Sanon snapped out of her semi trance as Raja let out a loud groan and his body began to jerk; he was cumming. She watched as his spunk shot from his cock into the air and down onto his belly and his shirt; first from a single emission and then from a steady flow pulsating from his cock. The amount shocked her, his belly seemed covered in it and his right hand overrun; it truly was an amazing scene. As he lay still but breathing heavy, blushing Kriti Sanon decided to shut her eyes and turn slowly on to her back.

She stirred as she heard a rustling noise from Raja's berth, knowing that he was now making himself decent by pulling his trousers up and buckling his belt. She opened her eyes and saw that he was staring at her, a look of guilt and confusion mingled with the remnants of his lust. She herself was still aroused from what she had seen in the mirror. The blue night light was still on and the darkness outside the train compartment was complete as the locomotive trundled along its way. Raja continued to look at Kriti Sanon, and she at him; not a word was exchanged but she felt Raja knew that she had witnessed his masturbation, especially when she saw him glance at the mirror on the wall next to her bunk.



For almost an hour, they looked at each other, Raja now feeling bold enough to openly stare at the cleavage between Kriti Sanon's breasts which she didn't cover once the pallu had slipped off. She in turn stared at his crotch, realising that the bulge in his trousers was still amply visible. The Raja raised himself on his elbows and pushed his back against the window sill at the head of his bunk, looking at Kriti Sanon in an almost challenging fashion. Still silent, Kriti Sanon lowered her legs and sat up on her berth; then got up, crossed the gap between the two berths and sat down on the edge of Raja's sleeper. She looked at him for a moment as he lay there; she saw the lust in his eyes and the bulge in his trousers, it was almost as if he was pleading with her to give him release. He said nothing as she unbuckled his trousers and unzipped him but he sighed loudly as she started to tug them down. Lifting his hips, he allowed her to pull them right down along with his briefs.



Kriti Sanon had seen his cock in the mirror barely an hour ago but it seemed bigger close up and in her hand. She was impressed with it, actually, because it was bigger than the only other male erection she had seen before; memories of the bastard vagrant rogue rapist in her village were shelved in some inaccessible part of her brain. She simply held on to Raja's cock at first; held it loosely as she looked at it; held it gently as she sized it up, then she tightened her grip slightly as she moved her hand up and down. Raja moaned softly and closed his eyes.

As her hand movements got faster and her grip got tighter, she could sense his excitement growing; his breathing grew heavier and his facial contortions increased and his hand wandered across to rest on her thigh. She allowed it to stay there. She had no intention of letting this go any further but she enjoyed feeling his hand there, enjoyed feeling his heat and enjoyed feeling his grip get tighter as he approached his climax.

It came quicker than she had expected. She knew he was quite close because his moans were getting louder and more frequent but when he gave one loud groan and started to jerk, it did take her by surprise. So did his gushes of spunk. His cock just kept gushing and gushing until there was no more left to come. For a few minutes he just lay there until his moans subsided and then he opened his eyes to look at her. "Thank you, Didi," he told her.



Within minutes, Raja cleaned up with his handkerchief, wiping the semen off Kriti Sanon's hand and wrist, then his own belly and a few drops that had splattered his trousers. Getting up, he held her by her arms and gently laid her down on his berth, looking at her with almost absolute love in his eyes. He didn't say a word as she lay down, a little confused and somewhat embarrassed, but all the same she lay down on the bed and he sat down beside her. Her hair askew, coming loose again so he ran his fingers through her long flowing mane, framing her beautiful face.



Raja placed a hand gently on one of Kriti Sanon's ankles, lightly stroking it, taking her toes in his hand and playing with them, then leaning forward and kissing her saree covered knee which was bent and not far from his face. He then ran his fingers along her calves and upwards towards the back of her knee. Kriti Sanon gave herself to the sensations that Raja's caressing was generating as his hands glided up along the inside of her thigh. For a few feverish seconds, she struggled with the thoughts that rushed through her mind; Raja was a kid, like her little brother, what on earth was he doing, and why was she letting him carry on. But when she felt his fingers approach her pubic area and slip in between the edge of her panties, she responded by lifting her hips to allow him to go further.