Tag: travel

I was 20 years old and just out of college. It was the '70s. I was a virgin who had discovered the wonders of masturbation some weeks ago. I was very curious and my hormones were raging. If there was a sexual revolution on, it had completely bypassed me. A few old issues of Playboy and some bad Black and White pictures of people at sexual intercourse was the only sex education I had had.I travel a lot for my work, being in Sales and Marketing.In the past, many of these trips were undertaken at short notice and trains in India as a rule being overbooked, it was not always possible to get a reserved sleeper. I had just graduated and was out to close deals at any cost to do well on my first job. I used to reach the railway station early in tine for the train to come to the platform. I would then push my way into the unreserved compartment and grab some seats.In this particular instance, I was 2 hours early. I was going from Mumbai to Baroda and had secured myself two seats on this night

I still wake up some nights slick between my thighs, heart hammering, the memory so sharp it feels like it happened yesterday. I was twenty-two then, fresh out of a strict convent college, fair-skinned enough that even a little sun left me flushed pink, body toned and curved in all the ways that made me secretly proud: 34C breasts that sat high and full despite my slim 25-inch waist, hips flaring gently to 33 inches. I knew I turned heads - the way sarees draped over my figure drew lingering stares - but I'd always played the good girl. Until that bus.It was an emergency trip from Goa to Mumbai. No train berths available on short notice, so I booked a luxury overnight 2×2 seater State Transport deluxe coach. I specifically chose a window seat in the second-last row - more privacy, I reasoned, away from the aisle chatter and the driver's occasional glances in the mirror. I wore a soft cream chiffon saree with a matching sleeveless blouse that hugged my breasts just tightly enough to

I am Chithra. I would like to share my experience with you. This happened recently. I am In my early thirties, married still in shape. (My stats are 5 ft 7″ tall, fair and 36C 30 38). I normally wear saree every day and usually prefer to wear it low-hip, exposing the deep navel as it suits my height. I also secretly enjoy the stares & peeks I receive when the pallu drifts a bit, to the side. The incident I am about to narrate, happened in one of my Bus journeys at Chennai. Sometimes when the bus is crowded there will be some strange hand trying to caress my butt, and after a while, sensing the lack of resistance, usually advance the hand to my bare hip. I like this part especially since I am ticklish around my hips & belly and get very excited when caressed there. My courage level usually ends there and I would start showing some resistance and the hand would vanish as fast as it had app eared. One evening , I had to go shopping and return and I had gotten a bit

It was August. We spent the morning packing the car. Our son, Mike was leaving for college. It was morning but already it was 90 degrees outside. Mike and husband, and I were getting pretty sweaty loading up the car. The trunk was already full and the back seat wouldn't fit much more. Mike went back in the house to get the last of his things. I heard him come out of the house. I turned around and saw him carrying his 42 inch flat screen TV. "Where are you going to put the TV?" I heard his father ask. "I don't know, but I don't want to leave it. Maybe we can move some stuff around in the back seat." I looked in the back seat. "I don't think so, son." Mike looked in the car. "We can put it in the middle of the front seat." "Ok, college man," I said. "Then where is your mom going to sit?" I could see on his face he was trying to come up with a solution. "I got an idea," he said. He opened the passenger side door. He put the TV in the middle. He then got in and sat

I am Rajni. I am 28 yrs old and my statistics are 36/27/38 and I am 5-4". My complexion is fair although not milky white but still fair enough. I have high degree exhibitionist tendencies. I do not lose any opportunity to show myself off to others because I am very proud of my figure. Whereas others are concerned I don't mind exposing to any age group because I firmly believe a male is a male however old he is. He will never miss an opportunity to ogle at some well stacked woman's body, even if she is his distant or sometimes may be even close relative.I have noticed people from the age group of 16-60 leering at my body. Of all the parts of my body, I have noticed that males stare at my buttocks the most. Although I couldn't see it myself but I am told by others including my husband that my ass is the best part of my anatomy. And I feel them to be true whenever I go to market or crowded bus/train I notice people following me wherever I go just to pinch my ass or sometimes maybe