The Girl on the Train to Nowhere

The year is 2016. 10 pm. A small town with a surprisingly clean railway station. The hustle of the day is long gone and only a few passengers litter the platform. Usually I avoid trains, but work had me come here. The small homely town lacked an airport. Trains were best suited and it was just an overnight journey.

Waiting for trains has always tested my patience, but I can't help it. Checked out of my hotel earlier in the day to save my company some money. Yeah, corporations like to cheap out everywhere.

As I am lost to some brooding, the train arrives at a stop. It brings back childhood memories of journeys made with my family.

The rush on the sleeper segment is a sight to see, thankfully I have my seat reserved in the first class cabin.

I have been told the first class cabins are usually empty. Good, I don't want some stranger snoring next to me. And maybe I can work on my presentations silently.

I enter the compartment expecting it to be empty.

What I see though leaves me surprised. I found a girl there already sitting. Folded legs, hiding her face into her laps. Looks like she is trying to make herself as small as possible.

As I put my luggage away, I could hear the slight whimpering noises coming from her.

As I make myself comfortable on the seat opposite to her, she straightens herself up. Wiping away the tears and the snot.

I try to not notice her so that she doesn't get uncomfortable. No one wants to be seen when they are vulnerable.

The train soon starts. I get comfortable on my seat and open my laptop to work. Work of the devil, these laptops. Imagine no laptop, no extra work while traveling.

My curiosity wins over and I can't help myself take a peek at the girl. No, not a girl, a young woman. She just seemed so small earlier.

She still looks sad. Having her head rest against the window and looking out even though it's dark out there. Seemingly lost in her own thoughts.

Beneath the tear stained face, you could see how beautiful she is. Dusky complexion, big eyes, full lips and a cute button nose. The hair was kept in a single pony. Wearing a simple t-shirt and a pair of jeans. She looked beautiful even without trying.

With the usual sixth sense that women have, she notices me looking at her. I quickly pull my gaze away. Pretending I was just trying to exercise my neck.

She goes back to looking outside, no visible reaction to my staring.

I do feel bad for her. The stare would have usually brought up some reaction, even a condescending one. I wonder what makes her so sad. I also know it's not my place to ask for it. I wouldn't have liked a total stranger bothering me as well.

Time passes by. It's getting late. Almost midnight. The girl hasn't even moved to stretch. Against my best judgement I decide enough is enough and try to think of something that might help.

I go out of the compartment and find the pantry guy.

"Bhai do cup coffee de dena."(Two cups of coffee please)

"Sir, itni raat ko no coffee. Subah milega. "(Pantry is closed till morning)

I slowly slip a nice tip to his hand. Enough experience with this kind of stuff.

" Acha sir, aapke compartment mein pahuchata hoon."(I will get it delivered to your compartment)

" Nahi. Main yahin hoon, tu mujhe lake de. "(No. I will wait and take it myself)

Finally after making me wait for 15 mins, he comes back with two cups and a flask full of Indian filter coffee.

I enter the compartment. Go sit at my seat.

" Coffee?" I ask as I pour a cup for myself.

The girl finally seems to notice my existence. But she doesn't give a reaction and still keeps on doing her routine of staring into nothing.

"Pee lijiye. Acha lagega."(Drink it. It will help you feel better)

" Nahi peena. "(Don't want it) She replies without even looking at me.

" Jaisi marzi. Yahin padi hai agar peena hai toh."(As you wish. It's there if you want it )

I say to myself I tried and got back to work.

When I look back up after 15 mins I see the girl reaching for the flask slowly.

She pours herself a cup. And whispers a small thank you. I just nod, giving her some space.

Coffee as usual, works wonders. Having something warm inside you usually does.

The girl is much more relaxed. She finally looks away from the window and seems to be staring at me now.

" Thank you. I needed that." She sounds much more confident now. The throat eased up a little it seems.

" You are welcome. Happy to help."

" Why are you happy, you don't even know me?"

" I don't have to know you to see that you needed something. Just my good deed for the day." I say with a sense of cheekiness.

" Acha din mein ek hi acha kaam karna hai?"( You would do only a single good deed per day?) She asks in an even voice.

" No, Just making a point. "

" And what point is that?"

" That you don't have to know someone to help them"

She nods to herself, like she is happy with my answer. The nod of approval helps my ego.

" I asked them for some coffee before. They refused saying the pantry is closed for the night. How did you get it?"

" I gave them some tip. It usually works."

" Tell me kitna hua, I will pay. "(How was it, I will pay)

" Ho jayega. Rehne do. Koi jyada nahi hai. " (It's okay. It didn't cost much)

" Thank you. Call me Khushi. "

" Waise you can call me anything. But my parents named me Raj. Naam toh suna hi hoga. "('My name is Raj. Naam toh suna hi hoga' is a famous movie dialogue)

" Acha, coffee pila ke flirt kar raha hai?"(Are you trying to flirt after a coffee)

" Arey, isme flirt kya. Maine toh bas apna naam bataya."(No flirting. I just stated my name).

"If you say so." She says before things quiet down and we continue to enjoy our coffee.

"Tell me, do you drink only coffee or can you get anything else?"

" No promises. But I can try and get whatever you want?"

" Something stronger than a coffee. "

" Ah. I don't even need to go anywhere for that. I always carry my own stock. "

"I hope you don't mind whiskey."

With that I took out a bottle of whiskey from my bag.

" If you want something warm, we can have some Irish coffee."

" Make one for me." I like the girl. Barely knows me and is already ordering me around.

I add some generous portion of whiskey to our mugs and refill the coffee over it.

She sips it slowly, tasting the flavour.

"I never had what you called 'Irish coffee' before."

" It's supposed to have cream instead of milk. But it isn't the worst I have had. "

" Good. We should try new things." She says. She got more talkative and a better conversation partner than how we began.

The alcohol and coffee help her relax. The redness from the eyes are gone. She cleans her face a little.

I thought we were done with our conversation and tried to get back to work.

" Puchega nahi why I was crying?"(Won't you ask why I was crying?)

" I thought of asking you before. But it didn't feel right breaching that topic. "

" Itna considerate?" (So considerate?)

" It's basic decency I guess."

She once again graces me with a nod of approval.

As the conversation dies off, I once again get back to work.

" I left my home today."

I look up from my laptop. The girl is once again serious. Looking outside once more.

Sensing the mood I close my laptop. Giving her my full attention.

" I left my home and I have no Idea where I will go. "

" Why? What happened?"

" I have been married for a year now. I couldn't have been more unhappy. "

" Oh. Sorry to hear that. "

" Why are you sorry? Doing more good deeds?" She sounded bitter. But I could understand. She isn't angry at me. Just at the situation she is in.

" I am sorry because everyone should be happy at home. That's what home means to me. "

" Hmmm. Not everyone is happy at home."

" People should be. " She nods at that. Accepting what I said.

" Are you married? "

" No. "

" That's why you are saying that. Get married. Then you would know how it is. Achi biwi nahi mili na, tab pata chalega. "(If you don't find a decent wife, you will know it then)

I can hear how sad she is. I sympathize. But I know all I can do right now is listen to her vent a little. Nothing else. As much as I wanted to, I didn't want to poke much into her business.

" It starts off pretty well, you know. But once that honeymoon phase is over do we hit ground reality of what a marriage truly means. "

I now knew I couldn't escape this conversation and asked her what really happened.

" He turned abusive. The daily fights. His controlling nature. He started to raise his hands on me and it was not even the worst thing he did."

I don't know what could have been worse than physically assaulting your spouse in a relationship. I didn't even want to come up with something worse.

I can see tears in her eyes once again. I think she is thinking about those things once again.

I am out of coffee now, so I offer her a plain shot of whiskey.

She gulps it down as soon as I offer it to her. She coughs a little with the alcohol burning her throat. She controls herself before saying anything.

" If you are thinking I am an alcoholic. I am not. I have never touched alcohol in my life."

" Don't drink much if you aren't used to it. " I am well aware of the effects of alcohol. So I warn her.

" We will see. I don't want to feel anything now. "

" Pata hai, bolte hain share karne se dil halka ho jaata hai. "(It's often said that sharing makes you feel lighter)

" Are you willing to hear me out? "

" Sure. "

" Okay. Get me one more shot. " Her voice started to slur a little. The alcohol clearly had an effect on her. If I knew she was a teetotaler, I wouldn't have given her so much.

She begins to earnestly tell me her story. How she was mentally tortured by her husband. How he kept on getting more aggressive with her. She cries and drinks some more. She tells me the most shocking thing. Her husband lost her to a bet with his friends and wanted her to sleep with them. She decided it was enough and left her house with just clothes on her back. She was going to her parents' house.

That wasn't something I expected to hear. Betting your wife. What kind of person would do that? I don't what I was thinking but I end up being next to her. Consoling her. She is crying on my shoulders.

" Ek baat bolu?"(Can I say something?)

She is still sobbing. But nods to convey she wants me to continue.

" Beautiful women shouldn't cry. " I say cheekily once again. When you don't know the proper response, humour is the key.

" You think I am beautiful? "

" Absolutely. " I replied instantly. I wasn't lying even if I was being cheeky.

" Flirt kar raha phir se?"(Are you trying to flirt once again?) She has a little smile at that.

And I laugh.

" See you stopped crying. And bola na, flirt nai karta. Sach bol raha hoon. " (And I don't flirt. I am just being honest)

" Thank you. "

I try to get away from her before it gets uncomfortable for her. And to be honest I was enjoying the closeness a bit too much.

" Ruk na thoda. Acha lag raha hai. "(Don't move. It's comforting).

She still had her head on my shoulder. I knew it was the alcohol talking. But I am drunk as well. So I just enjoy being close to a pretty girl.

I can't resist and just try to smell her hair.

" Feels nice?" She asks after my brazen action.

"Mhmmm" I reply with a hum.

She moves her head away. Look at me with those pretty big eyes.

" Make me forget everything today. "

It's like all dams broke loose. As soon as she said those words, I was on her lips. A hard kiss, and she was being more than cooperative.

I held her face in my hands and kept on kissing her. Heat reaching my face. I couldn't believe I was kissing such a beautiful girl. I was always just average.

She brings my face to her chest and holds me against her breasts. She just wants to hug my face. I hugged her back. I Start moving my hands on her back. I reach inside her top and open the bra clasp with a hand.

" Ek haath se. Kya baat hai! "(One hand only. Nice!)

I get up from her chest and give a sly smile.

" Practice."

" What else are you good at?"

" You will soon find out. "

With that I pull off her top and get rid of the bra.

What a sight. Big boobs. Much bigger than I expected on her frame. Definitely a D cup. Dark erect nipples. Chocolate coloured areolas. Ready to be sucked.

I quickly latch onto them. Putting one in my mouth and grabbing the other.

A moan escapes from her mouth.

" Yesss. " She gives a moan of encouragement. Like I needed any.

I bite her boobs. Pull her nipples with my teeth. Pinch her nipples. They are so hard and erect. It's like they are made for this.

She pushes me away.

" Lay back on the seat."

She goes on her knees. She opens my pants and brings out my dick which is hard and ready.

" Is that for me? "

" Ofcourse, who else? "

She licks my dick. Starts to suck slowly. I keep my hands on her head pushing her.

She stops.

" Don't touch. I will do it myself."

Fuck she is totally used to ordering me around. I have my hands on my sides. She slowly takes the full length of my dick in her mouth. She definitely knows what she is doing.

She senses me coming after a while as I grab the seat harder. She sucks like a pro.

I cum in her mouth with so much force.

She licks every drop of it.

" First round hua hai. Khada hoga na dobara.?"(You are going to get hard again, right?)

" Abhi ho jayega do min mein. "(Just give me two minutes.

" Good. It's your turn anyway. "

I quickly pull down her pants along with the panties. She is a little hairy, but the pussy is glistening wet. I feel her wetness. She tries to hold my hand as I tease her lower lips.

" Don't touch. Let me do it. " I give her her own command this time.

She shudders. I know that reaction too well.

I slowly tease her pussy. The juice continues to drip out as I finger her. She couldn't resist but hold my head as I ate her out. I tease her asshole a little, a trick I picked up recently. She still doesn't cumsz even after a lot of build up.

" Kar na. Nahi ho raha bardhast."(Do it. I can't any more)

I spread her legs on the seat. And rub my now once again erect cock on her wet mound. It feels as if it is being sucked inside. It slips inside her in one go. Her tight pussy feels so good on my dick. I enjoy the sensation and hold myself still for a few seconds.

" Are you going to enjoy yourself or fuck me?"

I come out of my trance and begin thrusting her. She bites her teeth. Not wanting to moan and make too much noise.

Soon I bent her over and enter her from behind. I grab her ponytail. Perfect. She yells as little as I pull it back and enter a finger in her backdoor. I am going to make this bitch cum no matter what.

I press her face on the seat to lift her ass up and begin pounding her like a battering ram. Long, deep thrusts. The harder I go, the more she seems to enjoy it. This shy little girl was totally a maniac in the sack. I bring her up for a quick kiss. Biting her lips seems to make her go crazy.

I move a little. Push her ahead. Her face is on the window now. I push her against the window. And really slam into her.

I think she is hurting a little, but I can't stop myself. I squeeze her boobs, telling her how much I want her.

She tells me to fuck her harder. I do. She finally goes stiff as I keep mauling her.

" Dont cum inside me." She says finally after having an orgasm.

She knows I am gonna cum soon

I increase my pace knowing I have to finish too. I can't wait any longer. Just as I am about to cum, I pull out and cum on her back and ass.

Fuck. Feeling so hot even in AC.

As I fall back on my own seat after that I watch her clean herself.

"You should have cummed in my mouth. I wouldn't have to clean so much."

" Well, we still have a few hours left, you know. I will remember the next time. " I am not going to miss this opportunity of a lifetime to have sex with someone so amazing.

She gives me a sheepish smile and motions me to come close.

The next day as I wake up, I find a little note. It read.

"Dear Raj. I usually don't fuck around. But you were sweet and generous."

The next line though got rid of all the sleep.

" I hate doing this to you, but take it as a lesson and don't fall for a pretty face. Yours, Khushi."

Fuck. My laptop. My wallet. My watch. My phone. Even my luggage. Oh this is not going to be the story I am going to be sharing around.