I met a beautiful lady during my flight journey

Friends, this is an incident that happened about three years ago. It so happened that I suddenly had to go to Guwahati to attend a conference related to my work. The situation was that I had to go to Bangalore by train and then travel by air to Guwahati. So, somehow I got a waiting ticket in the upper class for the train to Bangalore, and luckily, it got confirmed. The flight to Guwahati was at 3 pm from Bangalore’s airport.

I had reached Bangalore by train in the morning, so I stayed in a hotel and rested for a while; then I got ready and left for the airport at 11:30 am. This is because it takes a long time to complete the travel formalities, and then it takes an hour to reach the designated terminal.

In this way, I reached the airport at 12:30. In the name of luggage, I had only a makeshift backpack. I just hung it on my back and sat in the lounge there. The sights of airports are wonderful and entertaining. Various types of Indian and foreign passengers, rich young women adorned with heavy makeup, flaunting their beauty, and teenage girls showing off their strong, fleshy thighs through torn jeans, and those glittering air hostesses passing by.

Meaning, there were enough resources available for a colorful person like me to feast my eyes on. So, my time was passing by imagining the naked bodies of these beauties and enjoying their sight.

I had to first get the boarding pass of the airline I was flying, and there was a long queue at that counter; so I started waiting for the crowd to disperse. Then my eyes fell on that young woman; she looked to be around twenty-four or twenty-five years old. There was a one-year-old child in her lap who was crying continuously.

There was a big trolley bag and a heavy air bag in front of the woman. She repeatedly consoled the child, hugged him to her chest, and patted his back to calm him down, but the child kept crying continuously. Due to the crying of the child, the people around looked at that woman with strange, complaining eyes. There was a lot of worry and confusion on the face of that poor woman. She would repeatedly look around with searching eyes and then, disappointed, she would start trying to calm the child.

I kept looking at her for a long time; I was wishing that I could help her in some way. Because, according to my nature, I couldn’t see a damsel in distress! Meaning, I couldn’t see any beautiful lady in trouble.

But we know that today’s times are bad. You may want to help someone with a sincere heart, but you can never say what kind of stigma you might get.

Then I remembered an old incident. I was going to Pune by train. Vendors selling goods in the train, beggars, etc., were running their own businesses. An elderly gentleman sitting on the seat in front of me was eating food from his tiffin. Then a beggar woman stood in front of them and started begging for food repeatedly by touching her forehead and stretching her hands in a beggarly manner. How can anyone eat food peacefully in such a situation?

Finally, the gentleman took two puris and vegetables and gave them to the girl. The girl went away eating the puri. After a while, she came back, lay down on the floor, and started screaming and pretended to vomit. Then her friends came from somewhere and started quarreling with that gentleman, saying that he had mixed something in the food given to that girl.

Their drama continued as usual, and the girl lying down started crying, saying, “Oh, I am dead… Oh, I am dead.” Then the RPF personnel also arrived. You can imagine what happened next. In the end, the gentleman was saved after paying Rs. 1,000 for the girl’s treatment. Such scenes are common, which try to arouse our human emotions and take advantage of them.

But seeing that woman in a troubled state, I could not resist and went to her and asked, “Madam, what is the problem with the child, and can I help in any way?” After listening to me, she sat there uncertainly for some time. On my repeated requests, she said hesitantly that the child is hungry and needs milk; she had forgotten to bring milk.

“Okay, madam. There is a dairy shop over there; I will get milk from there, okay?” I said. “Okay, sir, please give it to me. I will be very grateful to you!” she said and took out money from her purse and started giving it to me. For a moment, I thought of not taking the money, but then I thought that she might not like it. So, I took the money from her hand and bought milk from a nearby dairy shop and gave it to her.

The child was really very hungry; after getting the milk, he started drinking it quickly and then soon fell asleep. “Thank you very much, sir. I am going to travel by plane for the first time, and I don’t know anything about airports; I was not able to understand where I would get milk here. And then, how would I go to find a milk shop after leaving this luggage.” She said.

“Oh, there is no need to thank me; I can understand your problem,” I told her and sat next to her. Then we started talking. She told me everything about herself. In short, she was also going to Guwahati on the same flight as mine; her name was Manjula (name changed), and she was from a small town in Karnataka. Her father was a farmer, and he was a fairly wealthy man.

Manjula said that four years ago, she was married off at a very early age of 21 years, as per the atmosphere of the village. And at the time of marriage, she was doing her graduation. Within two years of marriage, her husband died in an accident, and she was two months pregnant at that time.

Manjula further said that after her husband’s death, her in-laws fought with her and threw her out of the house so that they would not have to give her a share in the property. Then, instead of fighting with someone and going to court, she decided to stand on her own feet and shape the future of her future children.

She further told that the financial condition of her maternal family is very good; farming is done on forty acres of land. If she wanted, she could have lived happily in her maternal family all her life. But she thought that by living in the village, her child cannot get a good education, and his future cannot be bright. So, she started preparing for various jobs and was successful too.

Then she further said that she has been posted at a high post in a central government office in Guwahati, and she has to go there and join. She also said that this is her first air travel. A friend of hers had booked the ticket for the journey, saying that,”The train journey will take three days. And in such a situation, you will be troubled with the child.”

“In which department have you got a job?” I asked casually. Understanding the gist of my words, she showed me all her documents, her Aadhar card, voter ID, joining letter, etc. After looking at all her documents, I came to know that she had done her post-graduation in English literature from a college in Karnataka. She was about to turn twenty-six.

After getting so much information about Manjula, I was now assured about her in every way. By talking to me, her confidence also increased, and now she looked happy. We kept talking about general things like this. At that time, the crowd of people waiting to get boarding passes had reduced considerably. Then I went and got boarding passes made for both of us and took adjacent seats and deposited our luggage as well.

“Sir, won’t my suitcase go with me?” she said in a doubtful tone. “Don’t worry; our luggage will reach Guwahati with us,” I said. “You have such a cute son; what is his name?” I asked while caressing the child’s head. “His name is Shiv!” she said, smiling a little. “It is a very cute name. His grandfather gave him this name,” she told me.

“Your name is so cute too… ‘Manjula’; this too must have been given by your father?” Saying this, I took Shiv in my lap. “Yes, sir!” she said in a short voice. “Get up, Manjula ji… let’s go to the terminal now. We will get our flights from there,” I said. When I said this, she took Shiv from me and stood up, holding him in her lap.

“Hey, madam, give me the child; we have to walk a lot further. There are many security checks ahead; you will get worried carrying the child,” I explained to her and took the child. Manjula started walking with me. The display board was showing that the flight to Guwahati would depart from terminal number four. So, we left.

Going further, after passing several security checks, we reached the lounge. There were big shops on both sides of the road. Various kinds of restaurants, bars, beer bars, foreign wine shops, shops selling ladies’ undergarments, and whatnot. Manjula was amazed to see all those sights.

“Sir, after coming here, it doesn’t feel like we are in our own country, India. I have never seen such grandeur, such dazzle anywhere else, not even in any mall,” she said, as if mesmerized. “Yes, that is true. Tourists from all over the world come here, so standards have to be maintained,” I said.

Talking, we soon reached terminal number four. There were still fifty minutes left for the flight to take off. We sat on the sofa there and started waiting. “Manjula ji, I will bring some breakfast; tell me what would you like to have?” I asked. “No, sir, let it be; I am not hungry,” she said in an uncertain tone.

“I am hungry; you sit here; I will bring something,” I said. And from the nearby shop, I brought two burgers, some packets of namkeen, chips, chocolates, etc., and a bottle of water. “Manjula ji, please eat something to accompany me,” I said and handed her a burger and also opened a packet of chips. “Sir, please don’t use ‘ji’ with my name; just call me Manjula!” she said.

“Okay, as you wish; from now on, I will call you Manjula; but you also should not call me’sir’; my name is Nakul; you can call me by name if you want,” I said. “No, I am young, and I will not call you by name; I will call you’sir’ only!” she said.

“Sir, this burger is very tasty!” she said while eating. “Yes, the food here is really good!” I said while putting chips in my mouth. I kept looking at Manjula having breakfast and admiring her beauty. She was really very beautiful. Her height must have been around five feet four inches, with a cute, round face, a full lower lip, and big, watery eyes that could easily captivate anyone!

Although the neck of her blouse was very small, the tempting bulge of her huge breasts was clearly visible over her saree. She had full, smooth, fleshy, fair arms. She wore two gold bangles on her wrists. She wore a beautifully designed gold chain around her neck, the lower end of which was hidden somewhere between the valley of her breasts.

Overall, in our local language, she was a hot chick worth fucking. As she had told me that it had been more than two years since her husband had passed away, she must be thirsty for sex. Because I had an idea as to how a strong current strikes the pussy of a young girl at such a young age and how it forces her to get fucked.

For a while, I thought that if I get to fuck her, how will I fuck her, and what all will I do. But soon I regained my composure and shook off those wicked thoughts from my mind and removed my gaze from her and started looking at the TV screen nearby. I did not want her to read my lustful eyes.

It was not possible to do anything with Manjula because we had to part ways after some time. And then, I also had to return after attending a conference in Guwahati. Yes, let me tell you one thing about myself: I am a very colorful person. But my colorful nature is limited only to watching porn and reading sex stories and seeing the youth of beautiful women and daydreaming about fucking them.

Till now in my life, I have never had sex with any other girl or woman except my wife, neither before marriage nor after marriage! The reason is that nothing happens just by wishing. And I could never muster the courage to do such a thing because, due to my family values, social prestige of the family, etc., I never had the courage to fulfill the dream of getting a new pussy for my dick.

And it is not that the women in the neighborhood or some of the hot girls in my office never gave me green signals to fuck them or never expressed their horizontal desire to get fucked by me through their vertical expressions. But I always remained a fool deliberately. Secondly, neither is my penis 8-9 inches long and 3 inches thick, nor can I fuck in a manner that would make the girls scream and tear their vaginas after fucking them all night long.

But seeing the gushing youth of this Manjula, I started having a strong desire to fuck her; I wish my cock could take a dip in the thirsty pussy of this beauty once or twice.

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