Hello. I am 33 years now working as Senior Nursing Supervisor in a leading hospital in Khammam, Andhra Pradesh. I am going to narrate a true anterwasna indian sex in car story that happened when I underwent my training in a reputed private hospital in Mumbai.
I had moved into Mumbai from Kerala and was staying in the nursing quarters provided by the hospital.
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I didn’t know Hindi and Marathi then. My sister was settled in Pune after her marriage.
The incident took place during the second year of my training, when I was traveling from Mumbai to Pune to visit my sister.
Many of the trains between Mumbai and Pune were cancelled on that day due to heavy rains and flooding. Hence, I had to rush to Dadar to catch a bus. Unfortunately, I couldn’t get a seat in any of the buses although I waited for more than one and a half hours.
It was about to be eleven in the night and I started getting scared. It was raining like hell and there wasn’t anyway I could have returned to the hostel. I was almost in tears and wondering what to do next.
Suddenly, a middle aged woman appeared from the crowd. From her looks, I immediately found out that she was a typical Maharashtrian woman. She began speaking to me kindly and began inquiring why I was looking so restless.
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I told her my plight and she began sympathizing with me. Soon, her husband came and informed that there were no seats available till early morning next day.
The husband and wife then spoke something in Marathi (which I did not understand) and from their conversation I concluded that they were planning to hire a taxi to reach Pune.
The woman asked me if I was willing to go with them as they were only two. I readily agreed because it was getting late and the rain never looked like stopping.
The woman’s husband immediately arranged a taxi and he sat in the front. The woman and I were in the back seat and the driver of the taxi was a middle aged Sardarji.
By the time the taxi reached the outskirts of Mumbai, we had introduced ourselves to each other. The woman’s name was Swati and her husband’s name was Prashant.
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She told me that they were visiting one of their close relatives in Pune. During the conversation, she kept touching me but I wasn’t objecting because she was a woman.
But, as the taxi went past Panvel, her hands were becoming bolder. Somehow, I did not object to her touching me as I felt some warmth as it was still heavily pouring all the way. She smiled at me and I returned the smile, which I think she totally misunderstood and took me for granted.
By the time our taxi had reached the ghat roads, she slowly began rubbing her hand on my thigh through my churidar pajama. I wasn’t objecting as I loved the way she was using her palms to caress my thighs and legs gently and soon closed my eyes to enjoy the fun.
She got bolder and her left hand cupped my crotch and started teasing it. She used her fingers to rub my clit through the fabric of my panties and she was quickening her rubs.
She leaned on my shoulders and asked me in a whispering voice, “Aavadli ka (Did you like it)?” Which I never understood but just nodded.
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