Hi all Indian hot story readers, this is Madhan here. First of all, thanks a lot to all ISS readers for your many likes and valuable feedback for my previous story. This story was very much appreciated by mainly male readers and lots have requested me to write the continuation, which is in the process of ISS validation and will be published soon. Please share your views and corrections if any.
About me: I am a Madhan, 27 years old, 6 feet tall, south Indian complexion, broad shoulders, and a well-built body. I basically belong to one of the cleanest cities in India – Mysuru and I am currently working in Bangalore (which has a subset of multi-state multi-colored chicks and aunties).
In this story, I am going to narrate how an aunty converted my utterly frustrating journey back to Mysore a most memorable, making me wish to increase the travel time infinitesimally all in the presence of her husband. Life (I mean age) is short, live it to the fullest.
Coming to the story, as you know my hometown is Mysuru and I am working in Bengaluru. I visit my home almost every weekend (Saturday), reaching Mysuru via Tippu express which starts at 3 pm from Bengaluru.
One fine Saturday, I took the ticket for Tippu express and unfortunately, I missed the train by just 3 minutes. Tippu Express is a super-fast express which takes only 2 and half hours, with only Mandya as the intermediate stop where the train halts for just 5 minutes.
I was bummed out because the next train to Mysuru was a Passenger train which will take more than four and half hours with many intermediate stops and it will be too crowded and filled to the brim more than it can accomplish.
Immediately, I ran to the platform 10, holding my breath. I started walking at a brisk pace from the engine side of the train towards the tail with my eyes scanning for a vacant seat. All the compartments were already full. But luckily, I was able to locate an aisle seat in a compartment close to the engine (4 people was sitting in a three-seat bench).
As the time was inching towards half past three at which the train will start, the compartment continued to fill with flocks of people changing 4 people a row of the bench to 5. Many more passengers were standing on their feet and the train started on time.
At Nayandahalli, the first stop of the train after Bengaluru came. A lady around 38 came directly to me and requested a seat for her husband who had an injury in his leg. (I think she approached me because I was a youngster and was in uniform.
She might have thought she could convince me more than the other passengers). I was cursing myself to have boarded this train. But I gave her husband my seat angrily, which was then shared by her husband and five-year-old daughter.
I made myself someplace in the aisle space between the single seat and the 3-row bench. She thanked me and stood next to me. The train was loaded with a totally multifaceted diverse group of people belonging to all the classes and the space between people was only reducing since the passengers were only getting onto the train as it halted in the small stations.
At around half past four, we were so tightly packed that the shoulder of this aunt was pressing onto me. I turned around with my back resting on the aisle seat side railings with aunt right in front of me. After a few minutes, I started to feel a hand just brushing over the zip of my pant, which I ignored initially because of the circumstances.
After some time, I was shocked because aunt was touching or more like feeling my penis with the back of her hand, which just woke it from its slumber sleep. I became slightly uncomfortable because it was a public place.
At the next station, while new passengers passed by us, she just pressed herself over me with her hands totally feeling my erection and then trying to grab it with her fingers. She released her grasp with her hand still gracing the penis after the passengers have passed by. My penis was now fully erect like a rod inside my pant because of all these steamy acts of this aunt (Let me call her ‘Mulgoba’).
I then started to scan the hot fleshy buxom Mulgoba. Aunty was around 5 feet tall with her head just close to my chest, nice long dark hairs neatly knotted with a jasmine hanging from it. She was wearing a yellow saree, with her boobs bulging out of her saree hides.
She was plump like a nice juicy big Mulgoba mango, with huge pairs of tits and ass which might be around 36 or 38. Her slightly-exposed hip was sexy, looked soft with a belt of fat and she was like a soft cushiony doll. Her body tone was a mixture of milk and coffee with a round hornier full face.
I slowly started to push my erectile into her hands. She started to grasp it, stroking it slowly from the top to the bottom. I was really astonished by such a dare of this Mulgoba with her husband inches away from us.
Her gaze was always towards the window and she was never making an eye contact with me. I looked around inspecting the whole crowd to make sure nobody was observing our physical pleasure and was happy to see that all were busy with their own struggle because of this congested environment.
We continued this act but neither I nor Malgoba was proceeding to the next level of play. I planned, making up a reason to take the earphones from my bag which was kept above the grills on the single seaters to switch place with her. She was now leaning on the railings of the 3-seater bench. I again pushed myself into her with my gigantic penis poking into her deep belly button of her navel.
She kept one hand on my hip, pulling me deep into her. I could now smell her sweat emanating from her body which was just increasing my body temperature. I placed a hand over her hip and started to feel her soft sexy navel with my fingers brushing all over it. My breath rate was increasing. Her face was also blank like a plane slate and I knew she was enjoying every bit of me.
She then boldly placed her hand on my penis and held it with her fingers. My hands immediately went to her cushiony poking ass, feeling the soft flesh and pressing and massaging it slowly. I could not enjoy her huge plump boobs as that might be noticeable by the co-passengers and especially by her husband.
I held her hand which was on the shaft. Then I made her unzip my pant and guided her hands inside, hiding all these inside the folds of her saree. She took and held it firmly, felt all over the rod including balls and shook it. I placed a hand over the saree above the pussy and started to rub it hard. While doing this, I could see her eyes poking out. Unluckily, we were forced to separate as the crowd started to decrease near Maddur.
I kept looking at her eyes but she never made any eye contact. She might be scared because of her husband. She might have done the act because of the heat of the moment and might be feeling guilty now. I failed in making eye contact almost for half an hour and she was seriously avoiding my face.
The Mulgoba family got down the train at Pandavapura station with Mulgoba telling her daughter to say ‘goodbye’ to Mama. I understanding the whole scenario sat and finally met her eyes and gave a warm goodbye smile.
Hoping and wishing to meet such plumpy mangoes again!
Guys, I know there was no hardcore sex involved in this story. I wanted to project the lust and need of a woman who is stuck all along their life with only one dick with only fear in exploring the wilderness.
Please send your feedback to [email protected] Your valuable likes and comments will inspire me in writing the third part as soon as possible. Again, feel free to contact my mail/hangout. (aunties/girls in and around Mysore/Bangalore without hesitation) for horny role-plays, phone sex, dating and fun.
Thank you all, ISS friends.
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