Misc. Erotica The unexpected path

[shaalu_re]

The day finally came for Ajay and Meera to move to the new big city. They had two big suitcases and some bags. Meera wore a simple light green kurti and black leggings for the journey. The kurti was not too tight, but because of her full breasts, the cloth still stretched nicely over her chest. The leggings hugged her thighs and round ass closely, showing their soft shape with every step. She carried a small dupatta but it kept slipping from her shoulders.
They reached the railway station in the evening. The platform was very crowded. People were pushing each other to get into the train. Ajay was carrying the heavy suitcases, walking ahead. Meera followed him closely, holding one small bag. Meera understood Ajay is tipsy he is been drinking.
When the train arrived, it was already full. Many passengers were standing near the doors. Ajay pushed the suitcases inside first and then helped Meera get in. The crowd was heavy. As Meera tried to step up into the coach, a group of men pushed from behind. Someone’s hand accidentally pressed against her soft round ass. Another man’s elbow rubbed against the side of her left boobs. Meera felt shy but she could not say anything in the rush.
Inside the crowded doorway, more pushing happened. Meera’s dupatta slipped completely from one shoulder . The neck of her kurti opened a little because of the pressure. For a few seconds, the upper curve of her breasts and the edge of her white bra became clearly visible. The man standing right behind her got a good long look at her deep cleavage. Meera quickly pulled her dupatta back, her face turning red. Ajay was busy placing the suitcases under the seats and did not notice anything.
They got allocated with one lower berth and one upper berth. Ajay took the lower berth because he wanted to sit and think. Meera climbed up to the upper berth. The ladder was narrow. As she climbed, her round ass in the tight black leggings were right at eye level for the people sitting below.  She quickly sat on her upper berth and covered her legs with a dupatta like a blanket as she had noticed the starings from the people.
The train started moving. Ajay sat on his lower berth, looking out of the window.  
Night came. The lights in the coach became dim. Meera felt hot in the upper berth.  While turning on the berth to sleep, her kurti neck shifted, it had front buttons which got undone. One side of her bra cup became partly visible. The soft upper part of her breast was showing. Because she was lying on her side, her breasts pressed together, making a deep tempting cleavage.
A young man sitting on the side lower berth kept looking up whenever he got a chance. He could see the white bra and the creamy skin above it. Meera was trying to sleep but she felt uncomfortable with the noise inside train she closed her eyes tightly. 

Ajay was still lost in his thoughts. He was deep inside his thoughts. He did not look up at Meera’s berth even once. He did not notice the eyes that were enjoying his wife’s body in the crowded train.