13-02-2019, 11:33 AM
Me: Oh! The old syndrome! These dirty males…
Sunita Bhabie: I looked from the corner of my eyes if it was Gajodhar, though he won’t have that much courage I knew, but still checked once. I found that both his arms were raised up to hold the handle for balance. Then it has to be someone from my left or right side, but it was impossible for to make out, as there was not an inch to move.
Me: Bhabie, what did you do then? Did he proceed further?
Sunita Bhabie: Anita, see, he must have noticed that I was somewhat deliberately pressing my boobs on your uncle’s back though the train was of course overcrowded and he took that advantage. Frankly I was also enjoying your uncle’s body smell and…
Me: I can understand Bhabie… that’s very natural also especially considering that you were devoid of even a normal hug also!
Sunita Bhabie: True Anita, absolutely. But that rouge was bolder than the normal ones we face in buses or trains.
Me: Why? What did he do?
Sunita Bhabie: Arre, he in no time was able to trace my panty line within my sari and started outlining my panty with his finger on my ass! It was such a ticklish and weird feeling as he skimmed my whole round ass along the hem of my panty! I tried to stand erect within that sandwiched position, but had little effect on that guy. That bastard had now stretched all his fingers on my gaand and was feeling the full roundness of my ass with his whole palm! I could not allow more. It was outrageous!
Me: How did you combat that Bhabie?
Sunita Bhabie: I obviously could not tell your uncle, as he would surely have made a mockery of me in front of all, so I decided to tell Gajodhar.
Me: Gajodhar?!?
Sunita Bhabie: I was also a bit hesitant initially Anita, but tell me where was the alternative? Otherwise I had to create a scene there.
Me: Hmm. That’s true. But… but what did you tell him Bhabie?
Sunita Bhabie: Yes I was also tentative, but since that man was gaining in confidence and had already started to mildly pull my panty from over my sari with his fingers, I had to act fast.
Me: My goodness! What courage!
Sunita Bhabie: Yes, if you keep dumb and allow them, these dirty males might end up doing anything taking advantage of the crowd Anita!
Me: I know!
We smiled at each other meaningfully.
Sunita Bhabie: I indicated Gajodhar to come nearer and as soon as I did that I felt that man immediately removed his hand off my gaand. I had to gulp down my shame and though I stammered but whispered to Gajodhar that someone from the crowd was misbehaving on my gaand, but I did not want any scene there. Gajodhar seemed more than glad that I had referred the matter to him and not to my husband and readily replied that he would take care of it.
Me: Then?
Sunita Bhabie: Gajodhar told softly in my ears that I should not press my body on your uncle’s back and stand straight.
Me: Were you still pressing on Manohar uncle?
Sunita Bhabie: Yes, err… frankly Anita, I was enjoying very much the way I remained pressed on his back. It was after such a long time…
Me: Hmm.
Sunita Bhabie: But as soon as I stood properly the gap behind me narrowed and Gajodhar further narrowed it by coming very close to me. Now actually I could sense his breathing on my neck. Both his arms were raised above my head to catch the handle for balance. Within moments I could feel something getting hard and protruding out and knocking my firm ass flesh.
Me: Gajodhar’s…?
Sunita Bhabie: Or what? That bastard took the advantage of my vulnerable state and instead of keeping an eye, he himself was using the opportunity to exploit me!
Me: But Bhabie… was that not expected? He is after all from the servant class…
Sunita Bhabie: Anita, I know that. That’s why I was mentally prepared to allow that much.
Me: Then what happened?
Sunita Bhabie: Arre, he was just too much! In order to finish off the gap behind me so that no one can insert his hand from the sides, he pressed on my back. And these people… I do not know what underwear they wear… Anita, take my word, I could clearly feel his lund getting bigger as he continued pressing it on my gaand.
Me: My God!
Sunita Bhabie: For the moment I got carried away. Due to my advancing menopausal stage I was deprived of such things for a long time and honestly got thrilled to have a growing lund pressed on my gaand. Automatically my sari-covered back also pressed Gajodhar on his crotch. The scoundrel got more courage at my behavior. I felt a warm hand on my waist. Instantaneously I turned my head, as I thought he was holding the handle with both his hands, and I found he had taken off one hand off the handle, which was on my waist fold.
Me: Gayathri’s husband seems to be quite courageous!
I smiled naughtily at Bhabie and she also smiled back with a tinge of redness on her face.
Sunita Bhabie: You think of my condition. Your uncle was standing just by me, don’t forget that dear!
Me: Right, right.
Sunita Bhabie: My heart was then pounding and I could hear that overcoming the chattering sound of the running train.
Bhabie and I both sipped vodka from our glasses and this time I had also brought some cashew nuts and potato chips with me in a plate, which we were also sharing.
Sunita Bhabie: Anita, I really did not remember when your uncle last loved me. Again I am not talking of sex, but doing the simple things like hugging or a little foreplay… And when Gajodhar was doing those lewd things very directly in the moving train, instead of stopping him, I just succumbed more and more…
Bhabie was looking at the floor momentarily. Was she feeling ashamed?
Sunita Bhabie: I could not resist him. I was so thirsty of touches at that time. Gajodhar was now gyrating his crotch on my round ass and I was also shamelessly moving my hips subtly to support him.
Bhabie was shaking her head. There was silence for the moment.
Sunita Bhabie: I looked from the corner of my eyes if it was Gajodhar, though he won’t have that much courage I knew, but still checked once. I found that both his arms were raised up to hold the handle for balance. Then it has to be someone from my left or right side, but it was impossible for to make out, as there was not an inch to move.
Me: Bhabie, what did you do then? Did he proceed further?
Sunita Bhabie: Anita, see, he must have noticed that I was somewhat deliberately pressing my boobs on your uncle’s back though the train was of course overcrowded and he took that advantage. Frankly I was also enjoying your uncle’s body smell and…
Me: I can understand Bhabie… that’s very natural also especially considering that you were devoid of even a normal hug also!
Sunita Bhabie: True Anita, absolutely. But that rouge was bolder than the normal ones we face in buses or trains.
Me: Why? What did he do?
Sunita Bhabie: Arre, he in no time was able to trace my panty line within my sari and started outlining my panty with his finger on my ass! It was such a ticklish and weird feeling as he skimmed my whole round ass along the hem of my panty! I tried to stand erect within that sandwiched position, but had little effect on that guy. That bastard had now stretched all his fingers on my gaand and was feeling the full roundness of my ass with his whole palm! I could not allow more. It was outrageous!
Me: How did you combat that Bhabie?
Sunita Bhabie: I obviously could not tell your uncle, as he would surely have made a mockery of me in front of all, so I decided to tell Gajodhar.
Me: Gajodhar?!?
Sunita Bhabie: I was also a bit hesitant initially Anita, but tell me where was the alternative? Otherwise I had to create a scene there.
Me: Hmm. That’s true. But… but what did you tell him Bhabie?
Sunita Bhabie: Yes I was also tentative, but since that man was gaining in confidence and had already started to mildly pull my panty from over my sari with his fingers, I had to act fast.
Me: My goodness! What courage!
Sunita Bhabie: Yes, if you keep dumb and allow them, these dirty males might end up doing anything taking advantage of the crowd Anita!
Me: I know!
We smiled at each other meaningfully.
Sunita Bhabie: I indicated Gajodhar to come nearer and as soon as I did that I felt that man immediately removed his hand off my gaand. I had to gulp down my shame and though I stammered but whispered to Gajodhar that someone from the crowd was misbehaving on my gaand, but I did not want any scene there. Gajodhar seemed more than glad that I had referred the matter to him and not to my husband and readily replied that he would take care of it.
Me: Then?
Sunita Bhabie: Gajodhar told softly in my ears that I should not press my body on your uncle’s back and stand straight.
Me: Were you still pressing on Manohar uncle?
Sunita Bhabie: Yes, err… frankly Anita, I was enjoying very much the way I remained pressed on his back. It was after such a long time…
Me: Hmm.
Sunita Bhabie: But as soon as I stood properly the gap behind me narrowed and Gajodhar further narrowed it by coming very close to me. Now actually I could sense his breathing on my neck. Both his arms were raised above my head to catch the handle for balance. Within moments I could feel something getting hard and protruding out and knocking my firm ass flesh.
Me: Gajodhar’s…?
Sunita Bhabie: Or what? That bastard took the advantage of my vulnerable state and instead of keeping an eye, he himself was using the opportunity to exploit me!
Me: But Bhabie… was that not expected? He is after all from the servant class…
Sunita Bhabie: Anita, I know that. That’s why I was mentally prepared to allow that much.
Me: Then what happened?
Sunita Bhabie: Arre, he was just too much! In order to finish off the gap behind me so that no one can insert his hand from the sides, he pressed on my back. And these people… I do not know what underwear they wear… Anita, take my word, I could clearly feel his lund getting bigger as he continued pressing it on my gaand.
Me: My God!
Sunita Bhabie: For the moment I got carried away. Due to my advancing menopausal stage I was deprived of such things for a long time and honestly got thrilled to have a growing lund pressed on my gaand. Automatically my sari-covered back also pressed Gajodhar on his crotch. The scoundrel got more courage at my behavior. I felt a warm hand on my waist. Instantaneously I turned my head, as I thought he was holding the handle with both his hands, and I found he had taken off one hand off the handle, which was on my waist fold.
Me: Gayathri’s husband seems to be quite courageous!
I smiled naughtily at Bhabie and she also smiled back with a tinge of redness on her face.
Sunita Bhabie: You think of my condition. Your uncle was standing just by me, don’t forget that dear!
Me: Right, right.
Sunita Bhabie: My heart was then pounding and I could hear that overcoming the chattering sound of the running train.
Bhabie and I both sipped vodka from our glasses and this time I had also brought some cashew nuts and potato chips with me in a plate, which we were also sharing.
Sunita Bhabie: Anita, I really did not remember when your uncle last loved me. Again I am not talking of sex, but doing the simple things like hugging or a little foreplay… And when Gajodhar was doing those lewd things very directly in the moving train, instead of stopping him, I just succumbed more and more…
Bhabie was looking at the floor momentarily. Was she feeling ashamed?
Sunita Bhabie: I could not resist him. I was so thirsty of touches at that time. Gajodhar was now gyrating his crotch on my round ass and I was also shamelessly moving my hips subtly to support him.
Bhabie was shaking her head. There was silence for the moment.
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