For a long journey, I like to wear comfortable clothes, so decided to wear a loosely buttoned shirt, with a skirt of knee length. I hate wearing bras ...o chose to go braless and also determined not to wear any panties.We started in the morning about 6 o’clock and while waiting for my boyfriend I could feel the cold air touching my pussy and making my nipples hard. A couple of people who were jogging were able to notice it. After some time Ravi came, put my luggage in this car and we started our. It promised to be a hot sultry day in town and Carol had dressed in a light tan cotton dress, shirt neck and fully cut from the hips to allow comfort in the heat. She wore cotton bra and panties again for comfort and just hoped and prayed that someone had opened all of the windows to allow air to flow. As the train lurched forward, Carol was thrown back against the person behind her who in turn grabbed at her hips to stop her from stumbling. “Sorry…so sorry” Carol gasped to the person. . I told him it felt so big. It was all so harmless, my intentions, I remember. I know looking back he was probably pretty uncomfortable being getting an erection because of his son’s touch and then having to find some way to get it off his kid’s mind. His kid who was curious about it. “Yours will be like it too, just when you’re older.” He told me, but as he did I reached out and touched his bulge again. I began to rub it as if I were trying to feel the outline of his cock. Trying to confirm. Isliye pehle ya to tum mujhe call karo ya fir mujhe apna no. De do aur fir main tumhe punishment bata dunga. Usne kaha thik hai mujhe apna no. Do main tumhe call karungi. Next day, subah subah uska msg aaya jisme usne likha tha ‘punishment nahin deni kya.’ aur is tarah mujhe uska no. Mila. Ab yahaan se aata hai kahani me twist. Ham dono me fir phone pe kaafi baate hone lagi. Use mujhse baat karna bahut achha lagta tha. Fir ek din usne mujhse milne ki ichha jatayi. Maine kaha ki main aajkal.