Manisha.....The Woman On The Train

by Josephine Gonsalves

 

Manisha's mad capers – A woman on the train - 3

 

Meeting Radhika: The following Monday, Manish traveled to Borivali, as himself, a male and waited there for the same train he had traveled back on the last Friday. He wanted to see the woman, from the Friday night return leg. He stood by a tea stall near the ladies compartment. He watched and waited, for the woman who had 'looked at him differently' last Friday. He waited and waited but there were no signs of the woman. He decided that it was getting late and so went home dejected.

He repeated the exercise of looking for the woman on Wednesday, once again. But he waited in vain as there was no sign of the woman. He returned home, determined to put her out of his mind. On Friday he once again transformed himself into Manisha. He wore the same mustard colored saree. This time he looked around as he walked to the station. He noticed that a few men and some women looked his way. He made quite an attractive woman, with his slim built and padded breasts. This time he caught the slow train from platform number one. The rush and crowd of women commuters, though was the same as the last time. He was more relaxed and so did not get pushed right inside the compartment as before. Instead he managed to maneuver himself to one side, just inside the door, with his back against the side wall. It was a good position as the doorway was a busy place, with the women either busy getting in or out and pushing and jostling each other in the process. In such a spot no one would pay much attention to him. The train was packed and the press of so many female bodies, excited him. He used his hand bag as a shield between his hardened member and the press of soft female behinds and sides. Most of the women were engrossed in just waiting for the next stop. He took in the scene enjoying every moment.

He noticed an attractive Gujarati woman stare at him once or twice. She was with her back against the opposite partition wall. She was taller than the crowd around her. He too was taller than the crowd of women around them and so their eyes locked above the heads of the other women. He looked right back and she did not flinch, but continued to stare all the more. At Andheri station, with the help of the exiting crowd she managed to move from her position and lodge herself against him, so that her ample saree clad back side was pressed up against him by the crowd of women trying to enter. He was forced to push his bag to one side, to keep it from hurting her exposed back. The result was that her soft saree clad behind pressed directly against his member. The movement of the train and the continuous jostling, made his semi hard member become hard and big. In a few moments the feeling got too much for him to control and he was unable to prevent himself from climaxing. He was under the impression that the other women nearby would notice. But they all seem to be more bothered in securing their hold on to the railings and straps, paying no attention to him or the woman in front. The woman in front kept up a slow movement of her behind on his member. Soon he was hard again and he felt a hand glide between them and take hold of his erection, under his saree. The hand pressed and released his erection alternately, then slowly jerked him off. He climaxed again and started feeling light headed. The hand still held his now soft member in a tight grip, almost hurting him, and as the next station approached the woman turned around and indicated with her eyes to follow her. She shifted position and he followed so that they were now facing the door ready to exit. She only released his member once the train stopped and they were ready to alight.

She walked quickly to the station exit and he followed her, as she exited the station. Once outside she took his hand and directed him to an Udipi restaurant. They sat at a corner table and ordered filtered coffee. While waiting for their order, he looked at her more closely, just as she looked at him. He placed her age around thirty five. Her face was attractive, but with minimal makeup. She was taller than him, quite broad shouldered, like an athlete and her hips were large and flared. She wore a simple brown terry cotton saree. Her long hair was tied in a single loose braid. She wore two thin gold bangles on each wrist and her earings were simple gold rings. She seems confident and was unperturbed by the stares from the men at the adjacent tables.

After a while of silence she spoke " I don't know what came over me, but it's not often you find a tall pretty woman, enjoying a train ride, during the rush hour. I noticed that you reacted differently to the pushing and shoving. You seemed so happy and flushed face. I noticed how you kept shielding your front from coming in contact with the other women's bodies. The more I looked at you the more I realized that you seem a little different from the other women around. It dawned on me that maybe you enjoy the feel of women's bodies, and I wanted to see your reaction to the feel of my body against yours. Believe me I did not guess you were a male. So I decided that I would use the excuse of the crowd to press my self against you and enjoy, while finding out. I was pleasantly surprised to feel your hardness. Then I felt you climax. When you did not back off or flinch I decided to feel you and you responded very quickly. It also gave me confidence to know that I was able to excite you so quickly. I wish to be friends with you.

You do look very feminine in a saree. You draped it well and you seem quite comfortable in it, although the crowd and heat was quite unbearable in the train. Your saree did not get loosened or disturbed in the crowd, which means you have tucked it nice and tight. You really are a saree woman. My name is Radhika. I am a divorcee and have no children. I live with my brother and his family. You don't need to know more than that for now. What do you call your self when you go out dressed as a woman?"

Manisha told her about himself and how he had discovered his love for wearing female clothes. How it excited him and sexually aroused him. How he had experimented with different female clothes, till he settled for wearing sarees. In a saree he looked very feminine and could easily pass as a comely, working woman. He had practiced saree draping and other feminine dressing habits and ways, so that he was able to walk and act as a woman. He told her how he exercised every morning so that he remained slim and how he used aryuvedic treatment for his face, so that it stayed soft and fair. He had feminized his name, to Manisha. He was getting tired of dressing and staying at home, so in order to enjoy his feminine side he had his first outing dressed as a woman, traveling on a fast train from Dadar during the rush hour. He was scared at first, but with his confidence building up, he had enjoyed the feel of female bodies as they pressed against him, making him aroused and excited. This was his second outing and he was afraid when she had pressed up against him, arousing him and silently jerking him off. He was afraid she would cause a commotion, but when she had caught his eye, he knew his secret was safe. They enjoyed talking some more and Manisha felt happy to confide her secret to Radhika, who also felt surprised at her spontaneous attraction to another "woman" and her random action of feeling and arousing Manisha.

Radhika asked Manisha to be on the same train the next Friday. Manish could not wait for Friday afternoon to arrive. The entire week he made preparations. He washed his sarees and pressed them so that they looked presentable. The matching petticoats and blouses were also treated likewise. He wanted to smell fresh and wholesome. His own hair was now quite long and reached half way down his back. He kept it tied back in a tight knot at work. He washed it on Thursday night. Manisha took extra care with his appearance this Friday and wore the other softer saree. It was dark green with black and red border and pallu pattern. He looked very attractive and his confidence was high. He walked to Dadar station, this time more confidently and looked around enjoying his walk. He smiled at the women who looked at him and stared back at the few men who dared to stare at him. As before he boarded the Borivali local and waited at one side. He did not have to wait long for Radhika to spot him. This time she came up to him and was pressed up face to face with him. She told him he looked very attractive in his green saree. She pressed herself against him so that her breasts crushed against his padded ones and her front against his front. Soon she had one hand holding the metal bar above his head and the other one around his waist, in a protective and possessive manner. His face was almost resting on her shoulder. Her hand was hidden from view in the crowd, but he knew her intentions. She was taking on the active role. She rubbed her front against his, exciting him and making him hard. She rubbed her breasts across his arms and chest. He looked about to see if any of the surrounding women noticed anything happening between them. But all the women around were busy with their own thoughts and just waiting to get home as quickly as the train could take them. In the meanwhile Radhika had managed to squeeze him against the side wall of the compartment and now she had one leg between his legs. She moved her leg so that her thigh was pressing against his member. With slow deliberate movements she rubbed his member. Manisha was excited and came in a rush, resting his head on Radhika's shoulder. Radhika was not yet done and slid her arm around Manisha's waist and hugged him tightly against her so that Manisha almost gasped for breath. Radhika continued holding Manisha in this manner till Manisha just collapsed against Radhika, out of breath. Radhika then lowered her arm so that it was under Manisha's bottom. Ever so slightly she lifted Manisha so that his face was now level with hers and his crotch was resting against her own. Radhika whispered in his ears " If we were not in this crowded train, I think I would have ravished your lips. I think you like to be manhandled a little, anyway I am stronger than you, just go along with my actions and I will pleasure you." Her stop was approaching and she lowered him slowly and released him. She made her way towards the door, with Manisha following in her wake. They went to the the same Udipi restaurant and sat side by side, at one of the corner tables. Manisha asked Radhika why she was so rough on the train. Radhika said that she got excited and seeing how attractive and yielding Manisha was, she had got carried away. Radhika was still excited and kept her hand on his thigh. Using the table as a shield she rubbed her thighs against his. Manisha just sat there yielding to her whims, but worried some of the other people would notice. He told Radhika that he too was excited but they would have to find a private place, if she really wanted to make love to him.

Radhika asked Manisha if he was willing to accompany her to Baruch, to visit her mum, the following day. They would return on Sunday evening, so they would not miss work.. She would bear the expenses. She wanted to spend some time with Manisha quietly and also no one would suspect anything as they would be traveling as two women. Manisha was to bring along only his shaving set and underwear, Radhika would provide the change of clothing etc. Radhika said that she had plenty of sarees and blouses that she had not worn for sometime now, at her home in Baruch. She would select some and give them to Manisha. She also wanted to dress him up as a Gujarati woman and see how he would like it. If all went well she would bring something along that that would give him more pleasure and make him more feminine. .

  

  

  

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