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   ---- The Trip

   Karen is a 36 year-old colleague of mine.  She is one of those women who
manages to evoke lust in every man who comes in her vicinity.  It was not
just her body, on its own it wasn't a very erotic body.  It had to do with
the way she carried herself, spoke, and interacted with the males around
her.  There was always a promise of hot, sex-filled nights.  But that said,
I must confess that I hadn't heard anybody claim to have taken her to bed.

   Another reason men fantasized about her was, I guess, due to the fact
that her husband worked overseas and so it was assumed that she must be
dying for some action.  But whatever the reason the fact remained that a
lot of guys sported hard-ons around her and nobody in my knowledge ever saw
more than what she wanted them to see.

   Over the two years that we had been colleagues, we also developed a
close friendship.  To be honest, I thought that the best way into her bed
would be to become her confidante.  I succeeded in becoming her close
friend, but that was it.  Every time she'd invite me over I'd tell myself,
"This is the day." Every time I'm come back empty handed and masturbate
myself to sleep.

   So when my boss told me that the two of us, Karen and I, had to attend a
seminar in a city around 500 kms away, I wasn't too excited.  Once too
often had I got disappointed after I let my hopes rise with regards to
getting her into bed.

   Unfortunately all the flights out on the day we were supposed to leave
were full.  That meant having to leave the previous day.  Our boss, being
the miser that he is, decided that if it meant us leaving a day early we
might as well do the journey by train.

   So that is how the two of us, found ourselves facing each other in a
near empty train bogie, traveling to Bangalore, a city in Southern India.

   Smoking is prohibited on railway trains in India, but like every other
rule this one too is very often broken.  Being a smoker, it was not long
before I felt the need for some tobacco.  I informed Karen that I would go
to the door of the carriage and have a smoke.  She asked me if she could
join me at the door.  At the door I lit my cigarette and took in a lungful
of smoke and let it out slowly.  When I turned back to look at her, I found
her staring at me in a strange manner.

   "What's wrong?" I asked her.

   "Hmmm, nothing.  You looked so relieved as you took that puff.  It was
almost like all the troubles in this world disappeared as soon as you had
that smoke", she said.

   "I wish it were that simple to drive away all the problems", I replied.

   "Teach me to smoke", she said.

   The request surprised me as Karen was a well-known advocate of
non-smoking in the office.

   "Are you sure?" I asked her.

   "Yes, of course I'm sure" she retorted.

   I gave her a cigarette and showed the rudiments of smoking.  She puffed
away at her cigarette, her face reflecting a mixture of achievement and
disgust.  After the smoke we went back to our seats.

   "You know Sean?  All my life I've been the straight one, the
level-headed one, and I'm sick of that.  I saw the way you were looking at
me when I asked you for the smoke and I don't blame you.  I never really
let my hair down, not even in front of my family.  I am always the
ball-breaker.  But inside me there is also an adventurer, someone who'd
just like to do things for the sheer pleasure of doing them.  I'd like to
do crazy things.  So many times I even made up my mind to do something
outlandish, but at the last moment I back off."

   She never met my eyes as she said all this to me.  Her gaze was fixed at
some distant horizon outside the window, like she was searching for
something.  I didn't break the silence, I didn't have the heart to.  She
looked so vulnerable, so child-like.  I knew that I was seeing Karen like
no one had seen her before.

   She wiped a tear as it rolled down her cheek, "You know Sean, in 36
years you are my one and only friend.  I have never felt this comfortable
with anybody, not my parents, not my siblings and not my husband.  When I'm
with you I always feel that I am not under scrutiny, that for once I am not
being judged.  I feel like I am being accepted for what I am.  So when I
was told that you would be making the trip with me I was very happy.  I
want to enjoy this trip, I want to be free.  Can I?"

   "Sure.  I...I am in a way honored that you feel that way about me", I
told her.

   She smiled at me, meeting my gaze for the first time after the smoke. 
The rest of the trip to Bangalore was filled with trips to the door for
smoke breaks.  We laughed, joked and best of all, we were touching each
other - back slapping, hand-holding, and once in a while stroking cheeks. I
don't know about her, but I was turned on like mad.  So much so that I went
into the loo to jack myself off.

   At Bangalore I was excited to see that we had adjoining rooms and the
rooms had connecting doors.  After settling in, I ordered some coffee and
lit a smoke.  There was a knock on the connecting door.  I unlatched it. 
For a moment I forgot how to breathe.  Karen was dressed in a nightgown
that barely covered her panties.  It was white and thin enough to allow you
to see her bare nipples.

   She saw me staring and said, "I hope you don't mind the nightgown.  I
know its very, what do you say, sexy?  But I never get a chance to wear it
and so I thought I'd use it here."

   I swallowed before I replied, "Why would I mind?  You look gorgeous and
I promise not to mind, if you promise not to mind me staring."

   "I promise not to mind", she walked into the room and plunked herself on
my bed.  She sat cross-legged and said, "I ordered coffee for the two of
us."

   "I ordered coffee too", I informed her.

   "I know.  I told them to bring both the coffees here.  Hope you don't
mind."

   "Why would I mind?  The view is great" I quipped.

   She ignored the comment and asked me for a cigarette.  She looked around
for a matchbox to light it with, I was out of match sticks.

   "Now what do I do?" she asked me.

   "We could kiss" I told her.

   "And how would that help?" she asked.  I didn't miss the fact that she
didn't have an issue with a kiss.

   "When I said kiss, what I meant is that we have our own cigarettes on
our lips and touch the ends.  That way we can light yours."

   "Oh!  Sounds exciting.  Let's try it."

   I gave her my lighted cigarette and took her unlit one.  I told her to
help the cigarette between her lips.  I touched the ends of both the
cigarettes and lit hers.

   "Wow!  You know?  That was actually erotic.  I felt like I was actually
kissing you", she told me.

   I leaned forward and kissed her lips.  There was no hesitation on her
part to refuse the kiss.  She just closed her eyes and parted her lips so
that my tongue could take possession of her.  Our kiss was interrupted by
the room service waiter.  The man was obviously embarrassed to have walked
into the intimate scene.  The fact that Karen's panties were open to his
sight and that she did nothing to try and hide them only made his job more
difficult.  He kept staring at her crotch all the while pretending to be
busy serving the coffee.

   After the waiter left, there was an embarrassed silence in the room. 
Karen lay back on the bed and took a drag on her cigarette.

   "Sean?"

   "Yeah?"

   "Will you be my lover?"

   Without saying a word I got into bed with her and we resumed the kiss
that had been so rudely interrupted.  My hand went into her panties.  Her
vagina was wet and slick with her juices.  They slid easily into her.  She
moaned her appreciation through the kiss.  We kissed and finger fucked for
a while and then broke away.

   We lay beside each other, panting.  Neither said a word as we sat up and
drank our coffee.  My penis was straining for release.  I was through my
coffee in a jiffy, the moment she was finished I resumed the kiss.  During
the kiss I got up on her.  I pulled penis out and penetrated her.  Soon we
were thrashing against each other like our lives depended on it.

   "Oh Sean!  I'm cumming!" she whispered in my ear.

   I increased the pace of my thrusts.  She lifted her ass off the bed as
her orgasm hit her.  I felt my ejaculation build up.

   "God!  I'm cumming to.  I'll need to pull out", I told her.

   "No!!  It's the safe period.  Put it in me", she said.

   The words had a tremendous effect on me.  I felt my sperm shot out in
globs into her waiting vagina.  Both of us held each other tight as we
savored our orgasms.  Then there was silence.

   We kissed, we laughed, both of us were like little children who had
discovered a new game.  The 10 days in Bangalore suddenly felt very
interesting.