“These are bullet marks,” the policewoman said. “This one on my right side could have killed me if I hadn’t flung myself on the ground.” She wrapped the sari loosely around her, spread out her uniform on the upper bunk and sat down, looking quite homey.
“You’re in a dangerous profession,” Priya said. “Don’t you carry a weapon?”
The woman smiled and then stood up to fish out a pistol from her uniform. “Not good enough against Channa Devi’s shotgun, but in a close encounter, a pistol could be quite effective. Have you ever handled a weapon?”
Priya shook her head.
“Take it,” the policewoman said, as she thrust it into Priya’s hand. Priya held the pistol on her palm, away from her body, the feel of the cold blue steel giving her the jitters.
“Afraid, huh? It’s not loaded, girl.” The woman laughed heartily and pinched Priya’s cheek. “You are a sweet little girl, but mark my words: you need a gun to stop a gun firing at you.” And with that dark homily, she took back the gun, tucked it back into her uniform and then stretched out on her bench, yawning. “I will keep the light on,” she said. “Just in case…”
Priya nodded and then closed her eyes.
It might have been the increasing speed of the train or the harsh light in the coupe that awakened Priya sometime later. Turning on her side, she looked at her companion on the opposite bunk. What she saw made her smile. The policewoman was lying on her back with her breasts fully exposed, the sari having slipped off her shoulders. Priya could see her black bra fluttering from a hook on the coupe wall. She hadn’t seen such a big round pair except in the nude sculptures of bare-breasted women in Khajuraho temples. The deep purple areolas encircling her plump, raisinlike nipples only enhanced the lusciousness of the other woman’s breasts. She couldn’t pull her eyes away as the other woman snored softly. Priya had seen the other woman’s deep cleavage while she was undressing, but now that her breasts were out in the open they looked so fascinating that Priya found herself itching with an irresistible desire to touch them, fondle them and… kiss them.
But this was a policewoman, a law enforcer; she would certainly spurn her advances! Priya’s own small bust was a source of agony for her. She’d rubbed her breasts with enhancing herbal oil, but so far it hadn’t yielded any result. She had been toying with the idea of implants, but that was a costly proposition that she could afford only when she got a decent job. Now, as she watched the policewoman’s delicious mounds, she slowly unbuttoned her top, loosened her bra and started fondling her breasts, tugging at the nipples to make them big and hard.
Suddenly, the other woman opened her eyes and looked at Priya. Ashamed, Priya withdrew her hand from her chest and pulled the bedsheet over her bosom. The policewoman pulled the sari to cover herself and smiled. “Can’t sleep with my bra on,” she said, apologetically.
“I can understand,’ Priya said, blushing. “You have such a big pair.”
“Not that big, are they?” She pushed the sari off her bosom and gave her boobs a critical look.
“I haven’t seen a bigger pair, if you ask me,” Priya said. “And they don’t sag at all.”
The other woman laughed and asked Priya’s name.
“You can call me Reena,” she said. “Well, Priya, why don’t you show me yours so that we may compare?’
Priya blushed. “They’re so small, you’ll laugh.”
“Small is beautiful, dear, and manageable too,” Reena told her. “Like my pistol. I find lugging my boulders around very tiresome.”
Priya laughed. Reena joined her. And then, emboldened by Reena’s assurance that she did really fancy a small pair, Priya pulled down the bedsheet from her chest.
“So cute,” said Reena. “I wish I could exchange mine with yours.”
“So do I,” Priya said. And again both of them laughed.
“Come, let’s compare our other body parts,” Reena suggested.
“Oh. no!” cried Priya. The policewoman seemed to be in a playful mood.
“Why not? We girls do that all the time. I was a runner-up in my village in the boobs and butts contest. I received a set of pink bra and panties as my prize. Come, show me your butt, girl.”
“I haven’t exposed myself that much even with my friends,” Priya protested even though she felt… tempted.
“Come on, Priya,” Reena urged her. “Look, I am so tired of chasing dacoits. I really need some diversion to drive away the blues. Come, help a miserable policewoman to relax. Show me your behind.”
“You first.”
“Okay.” Reena turned away from her to face the wall, pulled her sari above her waist and removed her black panties. Priya wasn’t a connoisseur of bums, but she appreciated the other woman’s firm round buttocks that were not too big or loaded with too much cellulite. Apparently, Reena exercised.
“Now, your turn, Priya,” she said, turning round.
Priya unzipped her jeans, pulled them down to her knees and then turned on her side to show her bum.
“How old are you?” Reena asked.
“Twenty-two.”
“That’s the age I was when I kicked out my husband,” Reena laughed. “He wanted me to be his cook-cum-housekeeper-cum-sex partner-cum… oh, it was horrible.”
“I am sorry.”
“That’s life, darling. Forget it—at least for now. I will now show you my cunt, if you are not shocked.”
Priya was shocked, but she managed to smile and shake her head. She liked Reena’s high spirit, her cockiness. And well, why not have a peek at her pussy?
So Reena once again hitched up her sari and turned to offer Priya a full frontal view. There was very little to see because Reena had a thick, sprawling bush that ran almost to her belly button.
“You should show it the razor once in a while,” Priya said.
“I just don’t find enough time,” Reena said. And when Priya showed Reena her clean, shaved pussy, Reena whistled softly. “Very cute,” she said with a chortle. “It looks as smooth as a baby’s cheeks. I think we have very different kinds of bodies, don’t we?”
Priya nodded. “But yours I find more attractive.”
“That’s exactly what I was going to say. Why don’t you come over to my bunk for some fun?”
“But you don’t have the space to accommodate me,” Priya pointed out, even as she felt an irresistible pull toward the other woman.
“We will manage,” Reena assured her. Her eyes, Priya noted, had suddenly become very bright and her voice sounded husky. Priya felt awed and enticed at the same time. This was not her first date with a woman, but she was slightly apprehensive, for Reena was a complete stranger and a policewoman to boot.
“Come on, sweetie,” whispered Reena, tweaking her nipples to make them plump and more luscious. Priya flung all caution in the wind, disrobed and came over to Reena’s bunk. She knelt down on the floor beside her and touched Reena’s face with her fingers. Reena threw her arms around Priya’s neck and pulled her down. Priya had never felt so passionate as she did now, kissing Reena. She flicked her tongue over Reena’s lips and then into her mouth, savoring her taste of ginger and garlic. Reena fondled Priya’s breasts, her fingers pinching and tweaking the nipples, making them hard and pointy. Overcome with desire, Priya licked the soft warm flesh of Reena’s bosom and then nibbled one of her plum-sized nipples. Reena turned on her side, lifted Priya’s naked body off the floor with her strong arms and pressed it tight against her.
“Ah, it feels so good,” Priya whispered as Reena’s hands kneaded her buttocks. She moaned as Reena’s middle finger dipped into her buttcrack and traced the rim of her anus before digging inside for further exploration. Priya realized she was in the hands of an experienced and mature lover. She held her breath in anticipation as Reena’s finger emerged from her asshole and gently rubbed her hole, dilating her wet pussy. Sex had never been so adventurous, so satisfying, thought Priya when Reena ended her anxiety by dipping her finger into her cunt.