This is what happened when we were final year students in our college and had planned a trip to Goa. The long journey from New Delhi was to happen in a train and we were looking forward to see a lots of hot semi-nude chicks on the beach. Why our college sponsored our trip to Goa was because we had convinced our professors that we would be doing some site-visit and learning new things that would be beneficial for our career and future.

Beneficial, it was, indeed, but not quiet in the same sense of a factory-visit but of the order of experiencing the realities of adult life that laid ahead of us all youngsters. We were 24 of us boys from the same class and batch travelling in a non-A/c compartment (well, that is what the college administration thought would be an appropriate expense). We had brought and bought snacks for munching, cards for playing and music player for enjoying this time together.

The seats were not contiguously allocated due to late booking but we had asked the fellow passengers to adjust for the day while promising that we would return to our seats as the night sets in. The journey started with over-enthusiasm cracking jokes, singing songs, enjoying hot-tea at stations, singing and dancing to music and claps. Our professors had their seats in a different compartment and they were travelling with their respective family members.

They would have anyway not enjoyed our jokes and humor that was progressively turning explicit, and had they been with us, it probably would have not turned explicit at all. By 7:30 pm the energy levels were depleting and tiffin-boxes were starting to pop-out of bags and the smell of food really filled the compartment. We settled back on our reserved berths as some passengers wanted to rest. I returned to my coach with 4 of my friends. This is where the real fun starts. We were accommodated with a South-Indian family which consisted of two old women, one young daughter and a small kid.

They did not speak our language and neither did we understand what they talked. After finishing with our dinner at 8:00 pm we started playing “Antakshari”. Its a game where each contestant sings a movie song that begins with the letter which the previous contestant’s song ended with. I was sitting on the upper-side-berth (above RAC seats) while my two friends were diagonally opposite to me (in front of the family) and two were sitting on the berth above them. We were singing quite well and melodious Hindi songs.

I looked at that girl and she seemed quite interested in our activity. She would sometimes turn her head looking at us, sometimes tap her feet to our tune and was enjoying her time. She was wearing some yellowish-brown not-so-attractive salwar-suit which contrasted her personality. She should be around 20 years old and had nice long legs and a petite figure. Maybe her parents asked her to dress like that so as not to attract too much attention. But, whatever, we boys knew that she was much more than what meets the eye.

The ladies and the kid slept after some time while she was still awake enjoying her time and our game. I got a chance to catch her glance when she looked up at me. Oh seriously, I had my blood gushing just waiting for this to happen. We smiled at each other for that small moment and then she suddenly looked back if her family members noticed, but they were fast asleep. I could feel the nasty thoughts building inside my mind but didn’t really have any strategy to initiate talking to her. Also my friends, who were sitting right in front of her, (I don’t know why) were not taking any interest in her

I was taken aback when she again looked at me and stared for a little longer than before, as if she wanted to say something. Her eyes were speaking louder than the noise of the train and the songs we sang. I immediately thought of an idea. I asked my friend if he wanted to exchange his seat with me, as I was getting tired sitting on the upper berth. He agreed without any fuss and I went and sat right in front of this girl.

Wow, at least I made some progress. Sigh! She smiled and accommodated me by shifting her feet a little to make some space. We continued the game and I kept on finding small moments in between to look at her and adore her beauty secretly. I had a small pack of bubble-gum with me, that I took out of my pocket and offered to her, as she was the only one awake out of her family. She refused (obviously) and continued enjoying the Antakshari. I knew she would not accept, as we were still strangers to one another, but it was just to show her that I was interested in her.

Suddenly, I don’t know how that woman sleeping on her side woke up and started talking loudly with her, asking questions and making some remarks. It was some small altercation but we didn’t understand even a single word what they said. I suspected it may have to do with my action (offering her the bubble gum) as it looked most likely to me, but was that lady secretly watching what I was up-to, with her daughter? I doubt.

I kept ignoring their language and actions and thought to myself, I just offered some candy. What could possibly be taken as an offence in that. Anyways, things fell quite while none of my friends bothered about the incident. My blood was still gushing to be able to talk to her. She excused herself to go to the loo and came back in 10 minutes. I didn’t want to follow her and get caught unguarded, talking to her, by her relatives or my friends, so I resisted and didn’t move from my place. The night fell dark lights in the coach were switched-off by fellow passengers who wanted to sleep.

She was still awake and looked interested. I smiled and indicated to her if she wanted to play, but she was afraid of her mother. However, after some time, she finally got some courage to ask permission from them to play the game. The old woman looked at all of us with a long skeptical stare and told her something which made her smile even wider. I understood she was game. She sang a few jumbled-up Hindi songs that she might have learnt and also sang a song in her native language for us. Soon some of my other friends fell asleep and we (me, my friend, and the girl) were left wide awake and still continued singing.

All three of us shifted to the two upper berths sitting close to each other. We did not sing out loud anymore as the night was silent and we didn’t intent to wake anyone up. I tried to ask her if her parents got mad at her because of me, but she denied and said it was something else. She also told that she was travelling with her relatives and not her mother. My friend asked her what she did and she replied she was studying in some dental college. We introduced ourselves for the first time and told her we were going to

Goa as our college trip while she told us her name was Vidhya. The night was getting chilly (as it was November) and the fast moving train, and rexine seats of our berth were not too comforting. She took out a shawl from her bag while wore our jackets. I was sitting on the same berth as her, while my friend was in the front. My hands were so cold as the train compartment was not A/c and some windows were not closed. We were having fun and I suddenly gathered the courage to ask her if I could also share her shawl.

She didn’t have a problem and gave me enough to save myself from the cold. We kept playing. Her shawl was really hot due to her warm body. I was enjoying every moment of this. Once again her aunt woke up and got mad at us that we were sharing the same cloth. She scolded Vidhya in her local language but she said something in return and kept sitting with me. Her aunt got disgusted and went back to sleep mumbling something inaudible and incomprehensible to us. This was a great boost as I smiled back at her but said:

Me: Sorry Vidhya, I think you received the scolding because of us.
Vidhya: It’s ok. Its better to enjoy even if little scolding than get bored and sleep.
Me: Do you think she will get mad if we keep playing?
Vidhya: No. Just play slowly. I have told her that I am unable to sleep.
Me: So can you play whole night?

Vidhya: Let’s see… I don’t know many songs

My friend: Thats ok. We can make a team.
Me: Yes! Me and Vidhya on one side and you on the other side
Vidya: Done!
My freind: (Grudgingly) ok

My hands were quite warm by now, but still inside her shawl. I somehow gathered the courage and got hold of her right hand as she was sitting towards my left. She looked at me and gave me a naughty smile. I rejoiced in my heart and kept caressing her hand. Sometimes touching her hand and fingers and other times going up towards her arm. I could feel the sweat in my palms even in this cold weather. My dick was really hard by now as she was mixing freely with me. My friend went to the loo and I suddenly gave her a small kiss on her right cheek. She looked at me in shock and said:

Vidhya: Careful! Someone would see.

Me: Who? Everyone is sleeping
Vidhya: Your friend, if he comes back.
Me: Till then, can i kiss?
Vidhya: No… someone will see…

I held her hand tight and pulled her even more closer to myself. We were now slouching on the upper berth and my left hand was around her waist. Since the shawl covered us till out shoulders, no one knew what was going on inside. I was feeling very horny. My friend had come back and said he would lie down in the front berth but keep talking until he sleeps. I thought this was the right opportunity to have some great fun. She was really easy to deal and was not creating much fuss of my actions. And I was being a nice guy to her till now.

Suddenly I took her hand and slowly moved it on my jeans. She resisted initially, but I forced a little and kept her hand on my hard cock. She looked at me wide-eyed and a little shock (Maybe she didn’t know I was hard for some time now) but then kept talking without showing too much emotion on her face. Wow! I was in heaven as she kept on sliding her hand slowly on my hardness while talking to us, simultaneously. My speech and thought process was obviously slowed and interrupted as half of my mind was in my Jeans now.

She touched my penis from top of my jeans and tried to grab it, but the jeans were too tight for it. I slouched a little more so that my legs were now bent and facing my friend and gave easier access to her to fondle my tool. My cock was restless to come out and stand in its full glory. I asked in her ear to open my zip but then I opened it myself as zips are too dangerous to trust. I slide my boxers down and took out my cock and gave it in her hands. She gasped a little and held it from the base and looked at me again wide-eyed. I smiled at her and told her to enjoy with her new toy. Very slowly and carefully Vidhya moved her right hand on my dick and pulled back the foreskin completely.

I was very excited and from back of her waist I moved my arm to reach her left breast. She had average tits and didn’t mind while I fondled her softness, while she was busy shagging me. My friend seemed to have slept off but we were careful not to reveal what was going on secretly under the shawl.

Me: Like it?
Vidhya: You have a big one.
Me: Can you remove your Bra?
Vidhya: Wait…

Vidhya sat straight, and took her tits out of her Bra which she was still wearing. I could now feel her nipples and soft boobs easily. I moved my hand under her suit and touched her naked boobs for the first time and teased her nipples with my fingers. She adjusted herself again and I pulled her suit a little above her stomach. She was so smooth and warm. We looked at each other, smiled and continued playing with one another. I could feel the load building up in my balls and I was getting more and more horny every moment.

Me: Do you want to watch a sexy movie?
Vidhya: How?
Me: I have in my mobile phone.
Vidhya: Let’s see.

Vidhya was a real sport. I took out my mobile phone and played a sexy clip. Initially the voice was too loud so I immediately stopped it, lowered the phone volume and started playing it again. The clip was showing a girl stroking a man’s dick. I told Vidhya to do the same as it was going in the clip. She pulled the mobile from my hand and started doing exactly the same. It was so erotic. The scene was getting hotter and the girl in the clip had really big melons. The man was kneading her boobs and squeezing them.

Vidhya: Will you do this?
Me: Sure, why not?

Vidhya pulled up her kameez and took her Bra off completely giving me access to both her boobs. It was dark in the train and we were on the upper berth while everyone else was sleeping. I started squeezing both her boobs and she was enjoying it fully. I cupped both her breasts and very slowly moved my hands on them, teased with fingers around her nipples, made patterns and wrote her name on her stomach. She smiled and kissed me on my lips. Her hand was still stroking my hard cock. I wanted to cum so bad but I controlled my feelings and moved her hands to my balls. She obliged and touched them and fondled very curiously after I had unbuttoned my Jeans.

Doing all this secretly with an unknown person was adding to our fun. I asked her about her experience in sex. She told me she was a virgin (not done sex) but enjoyed orally with her boy friend. I wanted to touch her virgin pussy so I moved my hands between her legs. She was so hot and wet as I could feel from top of her salwar. I un-tied her salwar and made it loose so my hand could reach her pussy. She spread her legs further and I touched her cunt.

Her hole was very tight when I tried to insert my finger, but her juices had made my work easier. I put my middle finger in her hole and slowly started finger-fucking Vidhya. She was allowing me to do everything to her. My friend (who was sleeping) now turned his face to the other side. I asked her to make me hard again. She gave me nasty looks and smiled at my request. I kissed her deep and she stroked me really fast. I stopped her again as I was about to cum.

Me: Lets go to the bathroom and have sex.
Vidhya: No, I want to remain a virgin.
Me: But, how will u enjoy?
Vidhya: Just finger me deep.

I did what she asked me to do. When she was really wet, I tried to insert two fingers, but that was not possible as she was feeling pain. So I finger fucked her fast with my middle finger only and she kept on thrusting her ass up and down with my strokes as she climaxed. I took out my fingers and rubbed her juices on my own hard dick. This made my penis very slippery and she started stroking me really fast and I came in her hands.

Her shawl also became wet as my cum flew and got stuck to the shawl we had taken. My cock had squirted all the semen out with such great force, I couldn’t believe. She wiped her hands with my handkerchief and tied back her salwaar. So friends, this was the real story of a hand-job I enjoyed in a train from this unknown girl. The family reached their destination station at 4:00 am in the morning and left me not before giving a nasty smile while she disappeared into the dark. Waiting for your comments and likes. purpleRectangle@gmail.com