11-02-2019, 01:26 PM
"Just a good morning kiss," but she giggled and moved back, "finish your tea and get ready you remember today we have to go to Delhi."
He remembered the wedding of his cousin's daughter at Delhi and the two of them were attending from the family as his daddy was busy with the business and daughters were busy with their classes. He nodded and watched Kavita's ass as she walked out 'I will get you in the train,' he murmured.
It was a big fat Punjabi Indian marriage and they enjoyed their three day stay at Delhi. While returning to take a train to Mumabi they got a bit late in the Delhi traffic and by the time they reached the railway station the train was about to leave. His cousin who came to see them off, hurriedly pushed their luggage inside the AC first class compartment door as the train started to move. They waved good bye to them and the train picked up speed.
"My god just in the nick of time," Kavita breathed a sigh of relief.
"Yeah," Ravi breathed heavily, "now help me with these suitcases and pull them inside our coupe."
Kavita pulled one while Ravi was behind her struggling with other two, she looked for 'D' and found a tall man standing on the door.
"Let me help you," he got hold of the suitcase and dragged it inside.
"Thank you so much," she smiled. Ravi manages to pull the other two and was breathless.
"Hello, I am Manoj Narang," he extended his hand, "Travelling to Mumbai," he enquired.
"Yeah, I am Ravi and she is my wife Kavita," Ravi shook hands with him while Kavita greeted him with folded hands 'Namestay.'
Kavita felt jittery as she heard his name 'Narang' his fantasy lover and boss, she looked coyly towards Ravi who was smiling sheepishly probably thinking same.
"See the vast difference in climate while it's so cold and foggy in Delhi at Mumbai it's hot and humid," Narang spoke to start a conversation, "I was to travel by plane but last moment all flights cancelled due to fog."
"Too bad, it's always dicey taking a flight during winter season from Delhi," Kavita spoke while Ravi was still catching his breath.
"I am SP (Superintendent of security officer) in Mumbai security officer department," he continued, "came to Delhi for a meeting... you belong to Delhi?"
"Wow!! SP... You don't look like a security officermen... you don't have the big belly and ugly face," Kavita exclaimed.
Narang didn't seem to mind at all and burst out laughing, Ravi also smiled customarily, "You seem to be watching too many Bollywood movies." He felt proud that at the age of forty nine also he was in good shape and don't have that pot belly synonym to Indian security officer.
"We belong to Mumbai and came to Delhi to attend a marriage function," Ravi explained. The small talks continued, Kavita and Narang soon started to chat like long lost friends.
The train coupe was a separate enclosure for four people, two sleeper opposite to each other and two sleepers on top of each one. They were three so they were expecting that maybe the fourth passenger would board the train from next station. Ravi dug out a book and settled down while Kavita moved to Narang's side of sleeper and sat beside him.
It was four thirty in the evening and the train will reach Mumbai next morning eight thirty five, it's a long journey but is comfortable in first class. Ravi glanced towards Kavita and was surprised finding her engrossed talking with Narang. The ticket collector dropped in to check the tickets. They handed over their tickets and after inspecting he enquired about the fourth passenger.
"Humm... must have missed the train," he spoke, "well have a nice journey and keep the door locked from inside, the next station is Kota and will reach around nine." He left and Ravi closed the coupe's sliding door.
"This is my daughter," Kavita had his mobile phone open and was showing family pictures to him almost leaning into him. Ravi felt odd at her behaviour she was not so talkative and does not open to strangers like this. Narang was showing all interest and also had his mobile phone on to show some of his own photographs.
"Ohh... she is your daughter... you don't look like a mother of a grown up child," Narang spoke while Kavita giggled.
"Asshole trying to use the same age old line of flirting," Ravi thought and was surprised to see that Kavita was giggling. He pretended to be engrossed in the book but continued to keep an eye on their activities.
Narang was surprised when Kavita sat beside him. He looked at her and found an extremely hot wife, dbangd in an elegant Saree. The long hairs neatly tied behind her neck and reaching upto her waist. The Saree was well below the navel and showing her flat abdomen while the boobs looks like ready to burst out of its restraints. She was sitting close enough for him to smell the sweet perfume she was wearing. He had a magazine in his hand but was hardly able to open it as she kept him engaged in talks. He continued to talk to her about his profession and she showed interest while telling him about her job and family in Mumbai. He glanced at the husband and found an average looking middle age guy engrossed in a book and paying little attention to his wife. Well he was not complaining, 'the journey would be interesting,' he thought. He showed pictures of his wife and son and continued to engage her in talk.
"This is my son, completed the CA course and would be joining a reputed firm in Mumbai soon."
"He look nice, why he didn't wanted to work in security officer," she enquired.
"He has chosen to study accountancy," he shrugged his shoulders.
Ravi was unable to understand the behaviour of Kavita, she has never done like this and he didn't know how to respond. Suddenly his heart leaped out of his chest when he saw Kavita leaned onto him showing him something and her shoulder met his. He saw that she didn't pull back but kept it pressed against him while continuing to talk animatedly. He felt excited; his cock grew in size and was making a tent in his pant. He quietly adjusted it and watched in amazement as she slipped closer to him and allowed her body to touch his. What is she doing? Is she flirting with this man in his presence, has she decided to make his fantasy a reality. He looked at the man, he appeared to be older than him but in good shape. He was a security officerman and a masculine arrogance scintillates from his face. Then he remembered his name 'Narang' always the other man in the fantasies, he felt his gut wrench.
He remembered the wedding of his cousin's daughter at Delhi and the two of them were attending from the family as his daddy was busy with the business and daughters were busy with their classes. He nodded and watched Kavita's ass as she walked out 'I will get you in the train,' he murmured.
It was a big fat Punjabi Indian marriage and they enjoyed their three day stay at Delhi. While returning to take a train to Mumabi they got a bit late in the Delhi traffic and by the time they reached the railway station the train was about to leave. His cousin who came to see them off, hurriedly pushed their luggage inside the AC first class compartment door as the train started to move. They waved good bye to them and the train picked up speed.
"My god just in the nick of time," Kavita breathed a sigh of relief.
"Yeah," Ravi breathed heavily, "now help me with these suitcases and pull them inside our coupe."
Kavita pulled one while Ravi was behind her struggling with other two, she looked for 'D' and found a tall man standing on the door.
"Let me help you," he got hold of the suitcase and dragged it inside.
"Thank you so much," she smiled. Ravi manages to pull the other two and was breathless.
"Hello, I am Manoj Narang," he extended his hand, "Travelling to Mumbai," he enquired.
"Yeah, I am Ravi and she is my wife Kavita," Ravi shook hands with him while Kavita greeted him with folded hands 'Namestay.'
Kavita felt jittery as she heard his name 'Narang' his fantasy lover and boss, she looked coyly towards Ravi who was smiling sheepishly probably thinking same.
"See the vast difference in climate while it's so cold and foggy in Delhi at Mumbai it's hot and humid," Narang spoke to start a conversation, "I was to travel by plane but last moment all flights cancelled due to fog."
"Too bad, it's always dicey taking a flight during winter season from Delhi," Kavita spoke while Ravi was still catching his breath.
"I am SP (Superintendent of security officer) in Mumbai security officer department," he continued, "came to Delhi for a meeting... you belong to Delhi?"
"Wow!! SP... You don't look like a security officermen... you don't have the big belly and ugly face," Kavita exclaimed.
Narang didn't seem to mind at all and burst out laughing, Ravi also smiled customarily, "You seem to be watching too many Bollywood movies." He felt proud that at the age of forty nine also he was in good shape and don't have that pot belly synonym to Indian security officer.
"We belong to Mumbai and came to Delhi to attend a marriage function," Ravi explained. The small talks continued, Kavita and Narang soon started to chat like long lost friends.
The train coupe was a separate enclosure for four people, two sleeper opposite to each other and two sleepers on top of each one. They were three so they were expecting that maybe the fourth passenger would board the train from next station. Ravi dug out a book and settled down while Kavita moved to Narang's side of sleeper and sat beside him.
It was four thirty in the evening and the train will reach Mumbai next morning eight thirty five, it's a long journey but is comfortable in first class. Ravi glanced towards Kavita and was surprised finding her engrossed talking with Narang. The ticket collector dropped in to check the tickets. They handed over their tickets and after inspecting he enquired about the fourth passenger.
"Humm... must have missed the train," he spoke, "well have a nice journey and keep the door locked from inside, the next station is Kota and will reach around nine." He left and Ravi closed the coupe's sliding door.
"This is my daughter," Kavita had his mobile phone open and was showing family pictures to him almost leaning into him. Ravi felt odd at her behaviour she was not so talkative and does not open to strangers like this. Narang was showing all interest and also had his mobile phone on to show some of his own photographs.
"Ohh... she is your daughter... you don't look like a mother of a grown up child," Narang spoke while Kavita giggled.
"Asshole trying to use the same age old line of flirting," Ravi thought and was surprised to see that Kavita was giggling. He pretended to be engrossed in the book but continued to keep an eye on their activities.
Narang was surprised when Kavita sat beside him. He looked at her and found an extremely hot wife, dbangd in an elegant Saree. The long hairs neatly tied behind her neck and reaching upto her waist. The Saree was well below the navel and showing her flat abdomen while the boobs looks like ready to burst out of its restraints. She was sitting close enough for him to smell the sweet perfume she was wearing. He had a magazine in his hand but was hardly able to open it as she kept him engaged in talks. He continued to talk to her about his profession and she showed interest while telling him about her job and family in Mumbai. He glanced at the husband and found an average looking middle age guy engrossed in a book and paying little attention to his wife. Well he was not complaining, 'the journey would be interesting,' he thought. He showed pictures of his wife and son and continued to engage her in talk.
"This is my son, completed the CA course and would be joining a reputed firm in Mumbai soon."
"He look nice, why he didn't wanted to work in security officer," she enquired.
"He has chosen to study accountancy," he shrugged his shoulders.
Ravi was unable to understand the behaviour of Kavita, she has never done like this and he didn't know how to respond. Suddenly his heart leaped out of his chest when he saw Kavita leaned onto him showing him something and her shoulder met his. He saw that she didn't pull back but kept it pressed against him while continuing to talk animatedly. He felt excited; his cock grew in size and was making a tent in his pant. He quietly adjusted it and watched in amazement as she slipped closer to him and allowed her body to touch his. What is she doing? Is she flirting with this man in his presence, has she decided to make his fantasy a reality. He looked at the man, he appeared to be older than him but in good shape. He was a security officerman and a masculine arrogance scintillates from his face. Then he remembered his name 'Narang' always the other man in the fantasies, he felt his gut wrench.
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