Commission 2 Hasna 8211 Part 1 Reminiscing First Train Grope
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Welcome to the next part of this series.
Hasna was still reminiscing about her past, a past she missed and wanted to get back to, more than ever. She was thinking about what happened on the train, all day at the university. She liked what happened. It felt to her like something new woke up inside of her and she wanted more of it.
Hasna badly wanted to feel the same way back home but..he who woke her up to her real nature wasn’t there and nobody else would dare do that to her either. And she wouldn’t dare seduce a man into that. She went home, unsatisfied.
She couldn’t stop thinking about it and started fingering herself. She rubbed the inside of her, in and out with both her right index and middle finger together until she had a mind-blowing orgasm and came all over the side of her bed on the floor.
She then went to sleep, happy but frustrated. She missed this total stranger who molested her. She wished to see him again, one day soon.
The next day, she left as usual to get the train. Again, she was dressed in a salwar and this time with the buttons in front and her headcover around her head and neck.
At the station, she saw a person and looked back because she thought she had seen him somewhere else.
Of course, it was him! The guy who enjoyed her and still made her feel good a day before. He was dressed in a shirt and trouser that day.
Hasna decided to play a dangerous game. She stayed around until he noticed her. When he noticed her, she smiled at him. No way he already had forgotten her.
He seemed surprised first, but he smiled back after seeing her smile remain for seconds more. Maybe he thought, “Wow, she wants it too.”
They remained like that for a few more seconds before the train started arriving at the station. With a slight “follow me,” finger expression, Hasna turned around and went to get on the train. She knew he would follow and he didn’t disappoint either.
He ran towards the train and pressed into the box right behind her, pressing his dick into her ass while doing that.
That day the train wasn’t so crowded, so he had to refrain from touching her in the middle of everyone. But as they stood by two sitting passengers, there was room for some happy talk.
“I didn’t even get your name,” he broke the ice.
“It’s Hasna. And you?”
“Rohan. Nice to meet you, Hasna,” he said, slightly holding his right hand up and clinging to the handlebar with his left hand.
Hasna looked at his hand for a while. Growing up in a conservative household, she had never touched an unrelated male. But she liked getting molested by this man a day ago. She missed it. She craved for it. What difference does one handshake make?
Hasna held his hand. He shook her hand once and while doing so, he ran his thumb fingertip over the space between her thumb and fingers. It was turning her on already.
“Ahh,” she moaned lightly as she pulled her hand back. But he was holding it, not letting go.
“What are you doing, Rohan? There are people all over here! Let go,” Hasna said almost silently, getting her face close to his left ear. He immediately let go.
“Sorry, Hasna,” he mumbled an apology.
It wasn’t long before the ones sitting in the seat in front of them stood up to get down. As Hasna quickly went in and sat at the window side seat, she heard one of the men who stood up, say “Good luck tackling this one, little brother,” to which she turned her head and saw the guy smiling at Rohan and Rohan smiling back.
Rohan sat by Hasna, as the two guys went to get off the train.
“Do you know that guy?” Hasna asked Rohan as he sat by her.
“No, not really,” he said as he confidently put his right arm around her shoulder, and held her right shoulder with his right hand. She was sitting to his right and the window was to her right.
“Uhm, Rohan..are you sure we should be doing this?” Hasna asked with a reluctant look as her left hand softly tried to push his hand off her right shoulder. He smiled at her, not letting go of her shoulder.
He took off his backpack and placed it on her lap. “Hold it like this,” he said, as she reluctantly held his backpack up and an inch or so away from her breast. He looked around to make sure nobody was watching them and placed his hand on Hasna’s right boob.
~Sex starts~
“Ah,” Hasna gasped. She looked at him in an innocent, helpless look. He smiled sympathetically.
“It’s okay, Hasna. Maybe it’s your first time. But, after what happened yesterday, you know you want it too. WE, know you want it, don’t you?” He slowly whispered into her left ear through her thin headcover. She had her eyes closed and she nodded a yes, still reluctantly.
He kept squeezing her boobs over her salwar, simultaneously. She thought about what she was doing. She was letting a man whom she didn’t know two days ago feel her intimate body parts. That was what she was doing.
As Hasna felt her pussy getting wet and her nipples getting erect, she quickly pulled out her hanky with her left hand and got it pressed against her mouth and nose. She was still holding his backpack up with her right hand.
“Mmmh,” Hasna moaned into her hanky. Rohan smiled.
“If you already have a hard time containing your moans, I dunno what you will end up doing by the time I am done. It’s only getting started,” he whispered into her ear before getting to unbutton her salwar with his right hand.
Hasna froze. She couldn’t even resist him. Sure, she didn’t want to, but she shut down, basically.
She just held his backpack up, held her hanky against her face and closed her eyes, trying to make sure nobody saw what was happening inches behind the backpack.
Rohan swiftly unbuttoned the upper part of her salwar with his right hand and slid his hand inside. He started squeezing her boobs over her bra simultaneously. She started enjoying, letting him feel her boobs.
Her eyes widened when he started to pull her bra up and expose her boobs.
“Rohan, are you sure you wanna do this?” she whispered into his left ear. He smiled.
“Oh baby, I wanna do a lot more than anything I can do in a train,” he said as he slowly pulled up her bra and exposed her boobs to the fabric of her salwar.
He started playing with her left nipple with his right hand. He had his left-hand away.
He first nibbled her nipple up and down with his index fingertip for a few times. Then he pinched her nipple with his index and thumb fingers.
“Mhhh,” Hasna moaned into her hanky.
“One day I am getting inside of that pussy of yours, you hear me?” Rohan whispered into her ear as he kept her nipple pinched in his fingers.
Rohan wiggled her nipple up and down a few times with an increasing pace. He was pulling it more and more away with each wiggle until Hasna couldn’t contain herself into her seat. She struggled a bit, holding his right forearm with her left hand.
“You’re pushing me to the edge, Rohan,” Hasna said, looking into his eyes with a smile, with her own eyes filled with tears. He smiled.
“Are you sad, darling? Should I stop?”
“No, Rohan. Don’t stop,” she said, smiling. “It’s just that..No man has made me feel the way you have right now. I’m happy I met you.”
“Uh, it’s a bit too late to be happy just yet,” he said as he kissed her forehead. She closed her eyes and accepted it wholeheartedly as a tear dropped from her right eye.
“But I’ll make sure you always feel happy at the end. Have my word,” he said, looking into her eyes. Rohan slowly placed his left palm on her right cheek and Hasna placed her right hand on his left. His fingers were no longer running on her nipple.
They looked into each other’s eyes like this for a few seconds which felt like an eternity to her. She finally snapped outta it as she left his hand and prepared her hanky, again.
“Keep going, Rohan. I want it so badly,” Hasna whispered, getting ready to take more of his finger.
Rohan smiled and pulled his hand out. She was surprised and looked at him.
“Make it wet, Hasna,” Rohan whispered as he placed his right index finger on her lips.
“Lick your lips,” Rohan whispered again. She obeyed him.
Once she was done wetting her lips with her tongue, Hasna pulled it back inside and Rohan started drawing lines on her lips simultaneously.
Hasna loved the way Rohan’s hard fingertip felt against her soft lips, especially against her lower lip. She let him feel her lips for a while longer.
“Open your mouth, just a bit,” Rohan whispered, trying to press his index and middle finger into her mouth. She opened her mouth and let his fingers through.
“Coat your lips around my fingers, Hasna..that’s it. Now suck them,” Rohan whispered. She started sucking his fingers in her mouth. He was pulling his fingers in and out partially, getting them wet.
Later, he kept his fingers inside of her mouth and played with her tongue which made her smile.
Then he started pulling his now-wet fingers outta her mouth. He fully pulled them out. They were shining in the sunlight.
“Part your headcover, Hasna, and open your neck all the way down.”
Hasna didn’t know why but she quickly put down her hanky and pulled her headcover apart. Now her neck was completely open.
Rohan drew two lines on her, starting from her lower lip, then to her chin, then all the way down her neck and all the way down to her cleavage. Hasna was running wild inside. She wanted to say a lot of things but no words came to her mouth. She loved the way Rohan’s fingertips felt in her cleavage and then under her left boob, around the base of it.
Hasna wished she could turn her face up and scream in pleasure but that would put them both in serious trouble. So, all she did was press the hanky into her face and moan.
“Mmmh.”
Now Rohan’s fingers were running dry. He pulled out.
“Want me to wet them again, Rohan?” Hasna whispered sensually.
~Sex ends~
Rohan was about to answer when they were ripped outta their own world by the sounds of a mobile vendor.
“Cool water bottles, ladies and gentlemen…best stuff for your thirst and tiredness during the journey..” he kept saying as he kept coming towards them.
“I have a better idea,” Rohan said, pulling his hand away from her.
His fingers were dry, so he pulled his wallet out without doing anything else as the vender closed by. Hasna had his backpack pressed against her chest area and looked outside the window pretending not to know him.
“Give me a bottle, uncle..Here,” Rohan said with a smile, taking a bottle away from the vendor and handing over the money.
“Thank you..triple gem bless you, dear child,” the vender said, walking away from them.
“You too, uncle,” Rohan mumbled before returning to what he was doing.
~Sex starts~
Hasna loosened Rohan’s backpack against herself to let his hand in. But he did something weird. He took the cold water bottle to her mouth.
“Lick it, Hasna.”
Hasna obeyed immediately. It tasted weird due to a thin layer of dust over it, but soon it was nothing but her saliva over the place where she licked it.
Then, as Rohan brought it to her left boob, knowing what he wanted to do, Hasna pulled her salwar away with her left hand. Rohan placed the bottle against her lower part of her boob. Hasna felt a current running through her body. She immediately got her hanky pressed into her face again.
“Mmmmmh,” she made a loud moan as he nibbled her nipple with the cold water bottle. The wetness of her own saliva on the bottle, the water drops appearing outside the bottle and the coldness of the bottle were making her even hotter.
“Oh I’m so losing my virginity to this man one day,” Hasna thought inside her mind. This was the first man she had ever got to know intimately, but she was sure that this was the man for her.
Hasna had her eyes and her mouth tight shut due to the extreme sensation she was feeling. She had her head now pressed tightly against the seat.
“Mhhhh,” Hasna was still moaning into the hanky, but Rohan didn’t stop.
Hasna felt she was almost about to come. She held his right hand with her left and he stopped immediately.
“What is it, love?” Rohan asked kindly, with a smile.
“Please, Rohan, I’m about to lose myself. If you keep going, that might happen all over the seat. Please..can you stop?” Hasna asked innocently. She knew that might even make him mad.
But Rohan just smiled and pulled out his bottle. He put it down on the platform as he confidently placed his right arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer.
“I wish we could be like this forever, Hasna,” Rohan whispered, taking his face close to hers. He took her left thigh in his left hand and placed it on his right thigh in such a way her leg was now practically in between of his.
“Mh..I wish I could be a woman in your arms, Rohan.”
“Wow, really? I didn’t know you’re still..New to all this..very well..we will see about that too, soon.”
Hasna expected him to say something like “wow, really? You’re a virgin? I didn’t know. Are you sure you still wanna do this?” But he didn’t say any of that. He was confident in his action and she liked that about him.
Hasna didn’t resist anything. Rohan placed his left palm on her right cheek. She closed her eyes. The stark contrast between her whitish skin and his dark one was imminent to anyone who looked at them at the moment.
Hasna slowly placed her left hand on his crotch area. She ran her hand over his pants through the entire length of his dick.
“Oh my God, it’s so big, Rohan,” Hasna whispered, looking back into his eyes.
“You want it inside of you?” Rohan whispered back.
“I dunno..if you promise not to rip me apart with it,” Hasna whispered, smiling, rubbing his right hand up and down with her left palm. He rubbed her right cheek and her neck with his left palm.
As Rohan held her neck in his left hand, she didn’t do anything but smile. He held his left forearm with her right hand.
“Are you gonna strangle me, Rohan?”
“Never..I’ll cut my hand off before that.”
They kept looking into each other’s eyes for a while longer before they both pulled themselves in for a kiss. They kept their lips locked till the next stop came.
~Sex ends~
From the next stop, the train started getting packed. They quickly parted and she started preparing her dress. They became total strangers again for the rest of the journey.
“Here’s my number,” Rohan said, handing her over his visiting card.
Hasna quickly missed call him back. He smiled as his phone buzzing was heard outside.
Her stop was reaching.
“It’s my stop, Rohan. I gotta get off,” Hasna said as Rohan turned aside to let her outta the seat.
“We shall meet again, Rohan,” Hasna said happily, before heading to the door.
As the train left the station, the first thing she did was looking for a public toilet, to “relieve” herself.
Rohan was walking. It wasn’t long before he received a message from Hasna.
“Rohan, I know this might sound weird but, I so badly wanna become a woman in your hands. Meet me at the university main gate at 12.00, or don’t call or message me ever again. Do this, or we’re done.”
“Sure thing, love. I’ll be there,” Rohan replied and put his phone back to his pocket.
“That’s one hell of a nympho ass girl,” he thought with a smile, as he kept walking.
~Story ends~
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