Seduced & Fucked a Married Woman on a Train - Part 1

Hi all, TheEroticWrite, aka Rohan, here again.

For those who are new, I am 22 years old, fair-skinned, and 5’6” tall. My dick is around 6 inches, darker than the rest of my body, and turns brownish when it is rock hard. I come from a small village in Maharashtra and currently live in Bangalore for work.

So let’s get started with this one. A few weeks ago, I was traveling alone on a night train from Bangalore for work. I boarded the train at 12:40 am. I had booked the upper berth. When I entered the coach, I saw a woman already sitting on the lower berth below mine.

She was wearing a simple red cotton saree. I climbed up to my seat and started adjusting my stuff. By the time I finished arranging my bags, the woman downstairs had gone to sleep, and so had most of the people in the coach, as it was past midnight. I lay down and opened Instagram on my phone.

After some time, the algorithm started showing me hot reels. I was slowly getting aroused, so I immediately closed the app. I did not want to get horny on a public train.

I turned my phone off and tried to sleep. When I turned to the side, I could clearly see the cleavage of the lady below me. She was sleeping on her back, and her pallu had moved because of the wind from the window.

Almost 40% of her heavy breasts were visible. My dick started getting hard, but I controlled myself and closed my eyes.

After an hour or so, I woke up to some noise. I looked down and saw the same woman trying to pull her briefcase out. It was stuck. The passengers around were in deep sleep. After watching her struggle for a few minutes, I came down and asked politely,

Me: Can I help you?

She: No, no, it’s fine. I will get it.

Me: You’ve been struggling for some time. Let me help before someone wakes up.

I bent down and helped her. One of the straps was stuck. I removed it and pulled the briefcase out. She thanked me. She sat on her berth and tried to open the suitcase, but she could not remember the pin. She looked stressed. She said there were some important documents she needed to photograph and send urgently.

I knew a small trick to open such locks. I asked her to put the torchlight on the lock and opened it within a minute. She looked relieved and quickly took out a few papers. I held the bag while she clicked photos and sent them.

After that, she asked me to help put the bag back. She thanked me again and offered me a seat beside her. Now I could see her properly. She looked to be in her mid-thirties.

She had brownish skin, a full, soft body, heavy breasts that the saree blouse could not fully hide, thick arms, and a face that reminded me of actress Asha Sharath, with heavy kajal in her eyes. She said she was traveling alone. I found this a good opportunity and initiated a conversation with her.

Me: What were those documents about? Why did you need to send them so urgently at this time?

She: Those were my divorce papers, she said hesitantly.

I felt a bit awkward but continued.

Me: You can share your story with me if you’re comfortable.

She: We were college sweethearts and got married. But it did not go well. We stopped getting along and finally decided to part ways.

Her voice became softer. I could see she was getting emotional. I held one of her hands between both of mine and said,

Me: It’s okay. Everything does not go as planned.

She slowly started opening up. She introduced herself as Kavya (not her real name) and told me she was 36. The conversation became lighter and more comfortable.

After some time, she looked at me and asked,

Kavya: You’re quite young. How old are you?

Me: I’m 22.

She raised her eyebrows a little and smiled.

Kavya: Just 22? You’re still a kid compared to me.

Me: I don’t feel like a kid anymore.

She laughed softly and then became a bit serious.

Kavya: At this age, be careful. Don’t make the same mistakes I made. I married too early, thinking love was enough. Later I realized it wasn’t.

We kept talking. I slowly started making small jokes. When I made a slightly dirty joke about marriage and “night duties”, she looked at me, smirked, and shook her head.

Kavya: You’re dangerous for your age.

Me: Why?

Kavya: The way you talk… and the way you’re looking at me right now.

There was a short silence. The coach was completely quiet. Everyone around us was in a deep sleep.

I slowly placed my hand on her thigh over the saree. She looked down at my hand, then at my face, but did not say anything. I left it there for a few seconds. When she didn’t move away, I started moving my fingers lightly on her soft, thick thigh.

Kavya: What are you doing?

Me: Tell me if you want me to stop.

She didn’t reply immediately. She just glanced around once. Then she looked back at me and stayed quiet. That was enough for me.

I moved my hand higher under her saree and felt the warm, soft skin of her thigh. She let out a very soft breath. I went further up until my fingers touched the edge of her panties. She was already warm there.

I started rubbing her slowly over the cloth, moving my fingers in small circles. After some time, I could feel the cloth becoming slightly damp.

Kavya: Someone might wake up…

Me: They are all in deep sleep, I whispered in her ear.

I kept rubbing her gently. After some time, I could feel she was getting wet. I slid my fingers inside her panties and directly touched her soft pussy. The moment my cold finger touched her warm, wet skin, she shivered.

It was already slippery. I moved my middle finger between her folds and started rubbing her clit slowly in small circles.