Training in a train
Hi all! This is a story about me & Richa traveling in a Mumbai local train but written from a third person’s perspective.

Those of you who know what Mumbai local trains are like during rush hours, may very well know how much of pushing and fisting takes place in the men’s compartment or even women’s compartment for that matter. It becomes even more fun when a female gets into the men’s compartment, and that is what this story is about. I have mostly travelled in the 1st class. One day in haste I accidentally entered the 2nd class as I didn’t want to miss the train from Churchgate to Andheri. Our compartment was totally packed as you can imagine at 5:30pm. I had just about started getting adjusted to the crowd when the train reached Mumbai Central station.

Alongwith all the local commuters there appeared to be a family which had come from out station with all their bags and parcels. It was difficult to tell how many of them were there exactly in the family but it seemed like it consisted of the husband, his wife, and a k**. The wife, around 32 years of age, definitely got all the men warmed up in the compartment with her voluptuous, fair body brushing tightly against them as she made her way through to get inside. Naturally, I couldn’t see anything of her body below the bust area due to the crowd, but the bust itself was so heavily bulky and firm that it was easy to imagine an equally massive bottom. She must be having a 34DD huge breast.

I noticed some nasty guys already trying their luck in every secretive way. It was all too obvious in their mischievous eyes, and this made me laugh. I was standing much away from the entrance to be in a safer position and I realized this woman also wanted to be in a safe place away from the entrance. I got this creepy suspicion if she would come close to me which I was feeling embarrassed of already. And I was dead right. She saw me dressed in elegant formals and my very sober appearances made her feel all the more secure. So she came and stood beside me pulling along her k**. Her husband was still struggling with baggage and was forced by the crowd into opposite opening of the compartment. He called her loudly, “Richa, are you all right? Please bear it for a25-30 minutes. The train is only till Andheri. So we can get down comfortably.” So the beauty was Richa and I was excited to learn that she was traveling till Andheri. Richa could not find her husband but replied, “Yea Bharat, I am okay. You also take care.”

So now Richa was standing beside me with her back towards the crowd. She managed to pull her son in front and he was standing beside her. But even before the train reached Dadar station, is was jam packed. And Richa was forced to stick irresistibly close to me. Luckily I was not carrying my briefcase or anything else in my hands, allowing them to have the time of their life now. So on one hand I could feel her bulging arse, and I continued holding the handle with the other. But I couldn’t continue it for long as her son was too close to her arse and I had to remove my hand. But while doing so, I gave her a slight pinch near her clit just to make her little hot. Now I adjusted myself to be very close to Richa not to miss the chance of fondling her beautiful body. I saw by now that Richa had closed her eyes.