Night Train to Rajasthan

***Note from the author***

The following story was made possible through a collaboration effort with fellow Literotica author, Sweetdreamssss. She is a talented young author from India, so DO give her stories a look.

Since this is my first time collaborating with another author, you will see several elements that you are familiar with, but also stuff you may not have seen from me before. So please let me know in the comments section, what you thought.

I am planning to collaborate with her again in the future, and we have already brainstormed several ideas, so if this one gets good feedback, we might end up writing a sequel or making it into a series.

Again, very special thanks to Sweetdreamssss for the idea and outline. Do let us know if you'd like to see more collaborations from us.

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Budget travel in north India isn't exactly a typical idea of a relaxing holiday. Food poisoning, aggressive street hawkers, dirty hostels, and long train rides in often cramped and uncomfortable quarters, were just a few of the discomforts a traveler had to endure when traveling in this part of the world. But they say you can't really call yourself a traveler unless you've done India, and for 28-year-old Brian, it was a place he had wanted to travel to since childhood. It's a little bit cliché, I know, as it seems that pretty much every white Westerner has wanted to travel to India at some point in their life. And while most Westerners seemed to opt for the architectural marvels of Agra, the beautiful beaches of Goa, or the chaotic streets of Mumbai, Brian's favorite Indian state had always been Rajasthan. From the varied geography and biology to the traditional Mogul architecture, and the dark-skinned saree clad women, Rajasthan had always seemed like the stereotypical India that you see in Bollywood movies. Though it wasn't exactly the ideal destination for a first-time visitor to the country, this was the India that Brian wanted to experience.

It was around an 18-hour train ride from Delhi to Jaisalmer, through one of the most populated and traditional regions of India. Traveling in an unreserved coach through this part of India, was basically a free for all. It seemed like the train companies didn't care how many people they crammed on board, as long as they were making money. And when you're the only foreigner in your coach, the locals stare at you as if you're some kind of zoo animal.

After enduring over 4.5 hours of cramped sweaty hell, the train finally pulls into Jaipur station. As this is the largest city and main commercial center of Rajasthan, a good chunk of the passengers disembarked here. And with few Jaipurians traveling west on this particular day, Brian is finally able to get some breathing room and secure a window seat. The solace doesn't last long however, as a family of five rushes into his coach, just as the train is pulling away.

The man must have been well into his 40s, while his wife was incredibly young, only in her early 20s. The man was walking with two children, a boy who must've been around 10, and a girl who looked to be around 5. The woman also carried a small baby in her arms. Brian knew immediately from the significant age gaps, that this family must be the result of an arranged marriage. And from the ages of the children, he was fairly confident that the young woman, wasn't this man's first wife. Brian couldn't help but feel bad for the girl. She was so young, and although she was no Bollywood star, she was by no means a bad looking girl. She had smooth dark skin, and large almond shaped eyes with short lashes and prominent brows, a large silver colored nose bud and septum ornament and perfectly proportioned pink lips. Her fingers and nails were long and unpainted. She had a small sapphire wedding ring on her right index finger, and another ring on her right thumb. Her toenails contained chipped red polish and were uncut, a common characteristic amongst Indian girls. On her second toe of her right foot, was an ornate toe ring, considered a symbol of marriage in India. That was about as much as he could see, as the rest of her body was covered with a traditional Rajasthani ghaghra and head scarf. Surely such a girl deserved to have a nice boy her own age, but it was pretty clear that her husband had paid quite a handsome dowry for her.

As luck would have it, the man and two kids are forced to sit in the empty seat next to Brian, while his wife and baby are stuck next to a younger Indian man, on the seat right across the aisle. Apparently, her husband felt more comfortable with his wife sitting next to a strange Indian man, than a strange White man. Although Brian didn't speak a word of Hindi, he could tell from the dirty looks he was getting, and the way he was speaking to his wife, that the man wasn't too pleased with this seating arrangement.

With each stop, the train wasn't getting any emptier, and as the journey progressed, the man's attitude towards his wife was starting to make Brian's blood boil. He had heard that India wasn't the most woman friendly society, but this is the first time he was actually witnessing it, and he couldn't help but feel partially responsible. He wanted to pop the man so badly, or at the very least give him a good earful. But at the same time, he knows he is in a foreign country with a different culture, and such an action probably wouldn't end well for him. He can only hope that they are getting off soon.

The real troubles start, when the man's son begins misbehaving and hitting his sister. After only an hour, the kids were starting to get antsy, and were constantly attempting to crawl and push their way over Brian to the window seat, while he was shooting the sunset with his phone. Suddenly out of nowhere the man barks at Brian, in broken English to give his children the window seat. An irritated Brian reluctantly obliges, and now finds himself squished between an angry Indian and his misbehaving children. As he adjusts himself to his new position, he briefly locks eyes with the man's wife, and notices a slight look of sympathy in her eyes.

Brian's troubles only get worse, when the man suddenly asks him if his kids can borrow his phone to play games.

"I'm not giving my phone to your kids," Brian angrily replies. "Give them yours!"

"Listen boy," the man aggressively replies. "You are long way from home, no? If you don't want me to make trouble for you, give me phone."

"Jesus, here! What is wrong with you people?" Brian barks as the man aggressively snatches his phone and gives it to his son, and the entire carriage suddenly looks in his direction.

Brian once again locks eyes with the man's wife, who gives him an even greater look of sympathy, and silently utters words of apology.

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The sun has almost set, and the dim bug filled lights have slowly begun to illuminate the cabin. Brian has managed to regain possession of his phone, which although almost dead, is miraculously still intact with all his files, plus a few new apps. His asshole seatmate has finally decided to get up and move about the carriage with his kids, leaving his wife and baby alone. She immediately begins to apologize profusely for her husband's behavior, and even offers him a snack and drink, which he gladly accepts. Brian quickly realizes that the girl doesn't speak English, but her gestures speak volume.

Brian is finally getting a decent look at the girl and makes no attempt to look subtle as he eyes the length of her veiled body, from the top of her head scarf to the tips of her uncut toenails. Though he makes his gestures obvious to her, he is careful to make sure her husband nor the other male passengers notice him. His heart beats faster each time her husband passes them. Brian's desire for the family to disembark suddenly subsides, as he realizes the girl's presence is the only thing that is making this journey bearable.

The brief respite is suddenly interrupted however, by the cries of the girl's baby. As the young girl attempts to calm her child, she suddenly lowers part of her garment, exposing her left breast. Brian's heart skips a beat, and he immediately feels the blood rush to his pants. He only catches a fleeting glimpse but can't help but ogle her as she feeds her child. He quickly checks around for her husband, before focusing his attention back on her.

Brian has always had a strong infatuation with Indian girls but had never actually seen one naked in real life. The opportunity to catch even a quick glimpse was too tempting to resist, but he needed to be careful. He didn't even want to imagine what the punishment would be if her husband caught him trying to get a glimpse of his wife's most intimate body parts. When he saw her husband approaching, he would quickly turn around and pretend to be asleep, until the coast was clear. Fortunately for him, the carriage was quite long and his children quite slow, allowing him a decent window of time to admire his stunning wife.

Brian refocuses his attention on the girl, just as she pulls the baby off of her. Her large dark areola and long lactating nipple become exposed just long enough for him to catch a quick glimpse. His heart skips a beat, his body begins to quiver, and he feels a large drop of precum form at the tip of his semi-erect cock, as he catches his first intimate glimpse of a real Indian woman. But his heart almost stops completely when her husband suddenly reappears out of nowhere. He quickly shuts his eyes and attempts to calm his trembling body, as he fears that he may have been caught.

The couple start conversing in Hindi, and Brian just barely manages to make out the word "paakhaana". This is one of the few Hindi words he learned before coming to India, as he knew the bathroom was a facility that he would be using a lot on his trip. Brian waits a few seconds and emerges from his fake sleep to take advantage of what may be his last chance to admire the young Indian beauty, seated just across from him. This time he notices that she is completely alone. Her husband must've taken the baby for a while.

This time, it is the man's wife who looks around the carriage nervously. Brian's eyes just happened to be drawn to the girl's feet, and he notices that she has slipped out her flip flops, crossed her feet and was curling her toes, in the same way he had seen girls in amateur porn videos do when they get "excited". As his eyes begin to work their way back up her conservatively clad body, he suddenly sees her lowering the top of her garment. His heart skips two beats, as he suddenly finds himself gazing upon her large lactating breasts. The glimpse is very brief but enough to trigger a delayed reaction in the young tourist's body. He suddenly feels his heartbeat in his pants, as he experiences the quickest rush of blood to his cock that he has ever experienced.

The young traveler has to pinch himself, as he is in complete disbelief that a conservative Indian girl has just flashed him her lactating breasts on a crowded train. As if by complete impulse, he looks at the girl and points to his crotch. His heart skips another beat, and his cock grows and extra inch, as she gives him a nod of approval. Nervously shaking, he looks around to make sure the coast is clear and begins to unzip his pants. Just when he thinks he's about to return the favor, he is suddenly startled by her husband, who always seems to reappear out of nowhere, at the most inconvenient times. He quickly turns towards the window, fearing that he has just signed his death warrant.

The man utters something to his wife in Hindi, and the couple begin to gather their belongings. Their stop must be coming up. Brian is certain this is the last he will see of them and is disappointed that he didn't get a chance to return the favor to the man's exotic wife. No Indian girl has ever acted this way towards him, and he begins to wonder how much further this could have gone. Could he have done something different?

As the man walks away, he gives Brian one last dirty look. While her husband isn't looking, the seductive stranger gives Brian a gentle smile and wave. He reciprocates. But just when he thinks he has seen the last of his seductive savior, he suddenly realizes that the train will soon be pulling into Jodhpur station, and another family has simply offered up their seats.

Brian's heart skips a beat. Although he could no longer see the girl, he still feels a sense of peace and security, knowing she is still on the train. But her seductive teasing has only left him curious and wanting more.

As darkness begins to fall on the outskirts of the Blue City, Brian manages to catch one last glimpse of the seductive stranger, as she transforms her ghaghra into a makeshift crib, in preparation for the overnight journey. As the train pulls into Jodhpur station, Brian realizes that it is only dropping passengers off, but no longer collecting them. With that, he removes his shoes, makes himself a makeshift bed on the seats, and shuts his eyes. But with her long curling toes and beautiful exotic breasts still fresh in his mind, he knew this was going to be a long night.

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Some time has passed, and our young traveler has been drifting in and out of sleep, when he is suddenly jolted awake by someone tugging on his pant leg. His immediate assumption is that he must have been awoken by either the conductor, or a passenger wanting to sit. To his surprise, he sees her.

"Shhhhhhh," she motions with her long slender fingers. With nothing but a naughty expression on her face, she points to the toilet in the front of the carriage, makes the number 2 sign, and begins walking to the other end of the carriage. The passengers are hard asleep. She quietly opens the door to the toilet, gives Brian a naughty look, and once again throws up a number 2 sign. Brian knows exactly what she is saying. She wants him to meet her in the toilet in two minutes.

When she shuts the door, Brian quickly reaches into his backpack and pulls out a wet wipe. His body quivering, his blood pressure rising and his heart thumping so loudly it could wake the train, he unzips his pants and quickly freshens up his stiffening and moistening cock, before throwing on a dab of cologne. A million thoughts are racing through his head. He had not bothered to purchase any condoms for this trip, as he never imagined that he would be getting some Indian chut. Though he was well aware of the potential health hazards of hooking up a with a rural Indian girl who had a promiscuous husband, in a dirty train toilet of all places, the urge was too great to resist. He knew if he didn't go through with this, he would always be kicking himself for letting what will probably be his only opportunity to experience a real Indian girl, slip away. He puts his shoes on, takes a deep breath and looks at his watch. Two minutes have passed. Suddenly, trouble.

As he prepares to meet his sexy seducer, he notices a man in a turban bee-lining for the very toilet where his new friend is waiting for him.

"No, no, no, no, no. Shit, shit, shit."

He watches as the turbaned man opens the door. Suddenly, a gasp and commotion. The man covers his eyes and starts making his way back to his seat. Surely there's no way Brian can go in now. He will be seen. Suddenly, the man appears to pull an empty bottle from his bag and relieve himself right there from his seat, before tossing it out the window and going back to sleep. By some miracle, the commotion doesn't wake any of the other passengers, but Brian's pulse has soared to three times its normal rate. He regains his composer and decides it's now or never. His heart rate increases as he darts right past the girl's family. Thankfully, everyone on the train is hard asleep. He opens the toilet, and the girl quickly pulls him in and locks the door. He's in.

A strong odor overcomes him and a dim light suddenly illuminates the dirty and smelly stall, which is just large enough for two people. His arm brushes a piece of fabric, and he notices a head covering and a pair of green leggings hanging off a handrail in the stall. As he turns his head towards the back of the stall, he sees her; for the first time without her head covering. Her thick, black braided butt length ponytail swaying back and forth like a seductive pendulum. His legs begin to shake, and he feels his normally prominent cock shrivel up and his balls retreat into his body, as he is suddenly overcome with a tense nervousness. But he can't wait a second longer. As if by some form of subliminal messaging, he lunges at her as she simultaneously motions at him with her finger. Before he can utter the words, "Kama Sutra", he finds the young girl wrapped around his body, as he proceeds to taste and feel his first Indian woman.

He strokes her soft silky hair with his right hand, while his long slender and well-manicured fingers interlock with her left hand, as the two strangers engage in the kind of steamy make out session that only passionate couples engage in. The shaking slowly begins to subside, but the combination of nervousness and excitement continues the reverse reaction in Brian's pants. Before long, they are swallowing each other's saliva, as they proceed to taste each other's warm breath and explore each other's mouths with their warm slippery tongues. The girl is not the least bit fazed, as his right hand suddenly plants itself on her hot Indian ass, her thin garment doing little to hide its soft texture. At this point Brian is no longer thinking about the many health risks he is potentially exposing himself to. His lust has overpowered his mind, as he knows he will most likely never experience something like this again.

The caressing and exchange of salivary fluids must've gone on for at least a good three minutes. As his nerves start to calm, his cock finally begins entering into a state of arousal. He can feel the muscles in his cock getting tighter and tighter, as a sudden burst of adrenaline suddenly overcomes him. He can only imagine how turned on his new friend is.

Suddenly, he can't wait any longer. He lowers the top of her garment, tears open her blouse and finds himself once again staring at her large lactating tits. He begins massaging her Rajasthani milkers with his soft manicured hands that look like they've never done a day of hard work in their life, making sure to feel every little inch. He can feel her long lactating nipples becoming more excited with each rub from his thumb, index and middle finger. His state of nervousness has now transformed into a state of full arousal. By this point Brian's cock is already rock hard and gushing precum like never before, as he realizes how turned on his new friend is by the whole situation. He feels his pounding cock gush another stream of precum, and he can no longer control himself. He kneels on the dirty toilet floor and places her left tit into his mouth. He first circumnavigates her swollen dark areolas before eventually finding her lactating nipple. His thick brown hair is the only thing protecting him from shedding blood, as her long nails push down on his American scalp. Before he knows it, he is tasting her warm Desi breastmilk. It is the first time he has drank from a woman's breast in 25 years, and it is the best milk he's ever tasted. Her nails still pressing down on his sensitive scalp, he suckles on the girl's lactating nipple until it is completely drained. His rock-hard cock is now pulsating and gushing like the monsoon. This is the greatest sexual act he's ever performed on a woman, and he was only getting started.

He reaches under her garment and runs his hands up her long bare legs until he feels a piece of fabric. He pulls down and suddenly finds himself holding a pair of white panties, heavy and completely drenched with her Indian juices. He places them with the rest of her clothing, and once again cups her bare legs with his hands. Her juices have created a natural lubricant and his hands slide with ease. This time, as he works his way up, he uses his forearms to lift the girl's garment, his cock becoming more excited with every new inch of bare skin that he exposes. Bare skin that is now glistening from her own juices. Before he knows it, he finds himself face to face with his first Indian pussy. Her natural smell from the hours long train ride, suddenly masks the odor of the stenchy stall. The moment can best be described as a combination of both excitement and shock. He had always read that Indian people, aside from Sikhs, have an affront to female pubic hair. Almost all the Indian girls he had seen online were completely hairless, so he is quite surprised to see that the young woman has a bigger bush than him, but he isn't put off by any means. Quite the contrary, the head of his cock is now so engorged and constricted by his tight hooded foreskin, that the slightest twitch makes him almost cum.