First Time on the Train with Hot Aunt

Ryan was in his early twenties and still a virgin when it came to real sex. Until that night he had only watched porn and jerked off every night imagining the fair-skinned girls he saw on the street in sleeveless tops.

His wedding was still three or four years away, but the hunger for real sex kept growing. One day he decided to visit his aunt in another city.

Normally he traveled in sleeper or third-tier AC, but this time no tickets were available. Even second-tier had a long waiting list. He was forced to book a first-class AC ticket, which felt expensive, but he had no choice. Bus rides made him throw up.

He left home after touching his parents’ feet, reached the station, and boarded the train. First-class AC compartments had private doors and only two berths. The opposite berth was empty when he sat down.

Exactly at 9 p.m. the train left Atlanta. A little later it stopped at a nearby station. A fair, sexy woman in her early thirties entered his compartment.

She wore a brown sleeveless blouse and a dark synthetic saree with heavy designs. Her body was fair, soft, and perfectly curvy — not skinny, not fat. Medium and full. When she bent to place her bag the pallu slipped and the deep cleavage between her heavy breasts flashed for a second before she fixed it.

Ryan’s cock started hardening immediately.

He broke the silence first.

“Auntie, where are you going?”

She answered,
“Nashville. You?”

“Same place.”

Slowly the conversation became personal. She was 32 and had been married four years without a child. She was traveling from her in-laws’ house back to her parents in Nashville. Ryan told her he was going to meet his aunt and worked in Atlanta.

While talking she stretched her arms. The sleeveless blouse revealed dark hair under her arms. The sight made Ryan’s mouth water. His eyes kept drifting to her fair arms and full breasts. She noticed and wrapped a shawl around herself, saying she felt cold.

They ate, switched off the lights, and lay down. Ryan put on earphones and started watching porn under his blanket while stroking his cock the way he always did.

Suddenly she switched the light on.

“I’m feeling a little upset. Can I keep the light on? Is that okay with you?”

Ryan said,
“No problem.”

He continued under the blanket. After some time he realized she was sitting up and watching him.

He sat up in panic.

She asked,
“What are you watching on your phone? And what’s going on under that blanket?”

Ryan lied,
“Nothing, Auntie. Just a movie. PK.”

She smiled.
“Do you think I’m stupid? Even with the blanket I can tell what you’re doing. Nobody jerks off to PK. Tell the truth.”

She grabbed his phone and saw the porn. Ryan started sweating and apologizing.

Instead of getting angry she laughed loudly.

“I used to watch this stuff in college with my friends too. Girls enjoy porn even more than boys sometimes.”

Ryan stared at her in shock.

She continued,
“God is strange. He doesn’t give what people actually need, and gives plenty to people who don’t want it.”

Ryan asked,
“What do you mean, Auntie? Please tell me what’s in your heart. Don’t hide anything. We might never meet again.”

After some hesitation she opened up. Her husband was gay. That was why they had no children. Three months after the wedding he left for America for work and never came back. She only confirmed it when one of his gay friends visited and told her everything. Now she was permanently returning to her parents’ house.

While telling the story she started crying hard. Ryan moved to her side to comfort her. His pants, which he had loosened earlier, slipped down. She saw him in his underwear. He quickly pulled them back up and sat beside her.

She rested her head on his shoulder and kept crying. He stroked her fair arms gently. After a while she calmed down but still held his arm tightly.

She looked at him.

“Can you give me the pleasure my husband never could? You’re a good boy. I could tell from the first look. You’re decent, but you’re also full of lust. That’s why you watch porn and jerk off. It’s normal these days. I’m hungry for sex too. I’ve never asked a strange man for this. You feel like family, so I’m asking you.”

Ryan’s heart was pounding. He could hardly believe this was real.

He answered,
“Okay, Auntie. Whatever you want.”

She smiled.
“You little rogue. Like you don’t want it yourself.”

It was past 1 a.m.

Ryan stripped completely. She removed her saree. He unhooked her sleeveless blouse. Underneath she wore a black bra and cream panties. In the yellow train light her fair body glowed. For the first time he saw her deep, large navel.

They started kissing hard. He bit her red lips until a little blood came and licked it. Their tongues fought and sucked.

He knelt and licked her navel clean, drinking the taste. She closed her eyes and moaned. Then he rubbed his hard cock inside her navel for a while.

He made her sit up, raised her arms, and licked both hairy armpits clean. The mix of sweat and deodorant tasted good to him. After ten minutes he removed her bra and sucked her heavy fair breasts, biting the nipples and rubbing his cock against them.

He licked and lightly bit her soft arms like a dog. Then both of them removed the last pieces of clothing and stood completely naked.

She knelt, opened her hair, and took his cock into her mouth. She sucked him for a full eight to ten minutes. Ryan felt like he was in heaven.

He spread a sheet between the two berths, laid her down, and licked her entire body from head to toe — stomach, thighs, back, waist, and especially her soft, fair, spongy ass that felt like soft idlis. He bit her ass cheeks hard while she moaned.

He spread her cheeks and pushed his tongue deep into her tight hole.

Finally he licked her fair, lightly-haired pussy for a short while and then slowly pushed his hard, hot cock inside. He started with slow strokes, then fucked her harder and harder while covering her mouth with his hand so she wouldn’t scream too loud on the train.

She still moaned under his hand.

“Aaah… oooh… I’m dying… harder, darling… tear my pussy open today. It’s been thirsty for four years.”

They fucked for at least fifteen minutes. When Ryan felt himself about to come he pulled out and shot his load into her mouth, across her lips, on her fair arms, into her armpits, on her breasts, and a little into her navel.

They fell asleep naked. She slept in his arms with one leg thrown over him. Her soft thighs touched his spent cock. He lightly bit her arm and they slept.

In the morning she was already up, dressed, and drinking tea.

She asked,
“Did we do something wrong last night?”

Ryan answered,
“Not at all, darling. I enjoyed every second and your four-year thirst is gone. Think of it as a good deed — you quenched a thirsty man’s need.”

She laughed. They packed their bags and shared a long, tight five-minute kiss.

When the train reached Nashville she gave him her number and he gave her his. They talked until they stepped outside the station. He put her in an auto and said goodbye.

Three months have passed. They still stay in touch.