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First-time Cheat

Shobana knew he was watching her and blushed. As the train pulled away from the station she knew she was going to get fucked and the thought sent shivers of anticipation down her spine. They had been working together for about a year and he had begun to come on to her from the first day. For some unknown reason she hadn’t swatted him away like she had a dozen others. Instead she had let him hang around her, holding out promise but never committing to anything. 

“Ajay, I am married”, she had told him one day after he had made a statement about wanting to taste her. 

“Does that improve the taste or worsen it?” he had asked with a mischievous smile. 
Normally she would have just walked away, but she reached out and ruffled his hair playfully while replying, “You are never going to find out”. 

He would call her at home in the morning asking her, “What are you going to be wearing today?”

“A salwar I guess”, she would reply. 

“Wear a saree”, he’d tell her. 

“Are you crazy? What makes you think I will?”

“Wear the black one, the one with the sleeveless blouse. Oh! And make sure its on a low hip, I love your navel.”

He would cut the call and she would undress and redress in the way he wanted it. 

She got up from her seat and made her way to the door of the railway compartment. Within a few minutes she felt him behind her. 

“You look awesome”, he said. 

She had chosen her outfits with care. 

“I want you to look sexy without being slutty”, he had told her when she had asked him if he had any choices of clothes for her. 

His answer had caught her unawares, she had expected him to want her to dress as revealingly as possible. 

For the journey, an overnight one, she had picked a t-shirt which hugged her body gently without clinging tight to her and an ankle length skirt. 

“Like it?” she asked him. 

“Yeah! Really hot.”

“Hot? But you can’t see anything”, she told him.

“You don’t have to show anything to look sexy. The very fact that you dressed the way I asked you to makes you look sexy.”

Their conversation was interrupted by the appearance of a couple of their colleagues. The gang at the door grew and they didn’t get another chance to flirt. The day turned to night and after dinner each of them retired to their berth. She had a lower berth and lay awake – waiting for him. She knew he would come. 

It took longer than she thought, but he came. 

“Wanna be naughty?” he whispered to her. 

“Depends. What do you have in mind?”

“I’m going to be in the toilet to the right. Join me and we can talk comfortably.”
With that he left her. She continued to lie in her berth. Once inside that cubicle she knew there would be no going back. Her cunt cried for her to go after him while her head cautioned her. Finally the cunt won out and she got off her berth. 

He was in the toilet he had indicated. The cubicle was filled with smoke. She wrinkled her nose.

“Hell I didn’t know you would take this long. I had to pass the time.”

“Shshshsh”, she hissed and closed the door behind her.

“Thanks” he said with a smile.

“For?”

“For coming.”

“Tell me why you called me here.”

He stood up to his full height.

“To kiss your rich lips”, he said and brought his lips towards hers. 

She felt her heart pound inside her, but she turned her face upwards and their lips touched. They kissed for a lifetime and when they broke apart there was only one way things were going to go.

“I need you”, he told her.

“And me you”, she agreed.

He undid his trousers and let it fall in a bunch at his ankles. He sat on the loo and lifted her skirt until he found the elastic of her panties. He hooked his fingers on it and pulled it off. She straddled him and positioned her cunt above his penis. She gently eased herself on to him. Even as he entered her she felt his grow and occupy all the space she could give him.

Once he was embedded deep inside her, they kissed. She began to move slowly, rubbing his shaft against her clit. She was surprised by how turned on she was. She inceased her tempo and fucked him like she hadn’t had sex in years, when in fact she had just been fucked by her husband before she left the house.

“I’m cumming”, he warned her.

“Go on. I’m safe. I’m on the pill.”

He grabbed her ass and began to fuck her. His sperm shot out and fell into her. His ejaculation triggered her orgasm. 

For a moment they forgot where they were and let the sex drive them. 

They continued to kiss and pet as their bodies relaxed. 

“You are wonderful”, he told her.

“Thank you and I feel wonderful right now”, she informed him.

“I want to see you naked”, he said, starting to pull her t-shirt off.

“No. Leave that for tomorrow. We have three days.”

With that she got up and put on her panties.

“Please stay a while more.”

“No. But wake me up at about 3 or 4 and we can come back here again before the rest of the gang wakes up.”

She knew she had killed his sleep with that. 

Giggling she left the cubicle and returned to her berth. She lay down and relieved the fuck. Inside she felt his cum wetting her panties. She closed her thighs together and held it back. Then she closed her eyes and let sleep wash away her tiredness.
