Shalini lay back against the plush seat, her breath still uneven, the rhythm of her chest rising and falling in slow, heavy waves. A delicate sheen of sweat glistened on her skin, her flushed cheeks turned slightly to the side as she caught her breath. Across from her, Malika watched with a lazy, satisfied grin, her dark eyes gleaming with amusement, one brow arched as if savoring the sight before her.
After a long, quiet moment, Shalini exhaled deeply and pushed herself up, the faintest tremble in her thighs betraying the lingering pleasure that still pulsed through her. She reached for her clothes, starting with her sheer, sleeveless kurti—sliding it over her bare skin without bothering with a bra. The thin fabric clung to her curves, the peaks of her nipples pressing visibly against the gauzy material, her collarbones still dusted with a soft, rosy flush.
Her eyes darted around for her missing thong, but it was nowhere to be found.
A slow frown touched her lips as she turned—only to see Malika lounging back, her fingers lazily tapping the edge of Shalini's bag, a wicked glint in her eyes.
*"Shalu,"* Malika purred, her voice dripping with playful dominance, *"I hope you haven't forgotten what I said earlier."*
Shalini froze mid-reach, her gaze locking with Malika's. A deep blush crept up her neck, but a slow, knowing smirk curled her lips as she pulled her hand back, surrendering without a word. Instead, she turned, picked up her sheer leggings, and slid into them—still without her thong.
The fabric clung to her like a second skin, outlining every curve, every dip of her body. The faint, glistening wetness between her thighs hadn't faded, and the stretch of the leggings did little to conceal it. The sight made Malika's breath hitch, her gaze darkening with unmistakable hunger as she dragged her tongue slowly over her lower lip.
Shalini caught the look and blushed, quickly slipping into her cardigan—though it barely concealed anything, the open front leaving her sheer clothes (and lack of undergarments) fully on display. Her eyes flickered toward Avi, still deep in sleep under the influence of the sleeping pill, before she turned to the cabin door.
*"I'm going to the toilet,"* she murmured, her voice a little unsteady. *"I'll be back soon."*
Malika's smirk deepened. *"Go on, Shalu,"* she teased, standing up and delivering a sharp, stinging slap to Shalini's backside. *"But remember—keep the cardigan open, alright?"*
Shalini gasped at the sudden sting, arching slightly before rubbing the tender spot with a mock glare. *"Hmm, I know,"* she replied, a playful challenge in her eyes. *"Don't worry… on this trip, I'll follow your lead, Malika."*
With that, she stepped out of the cabin, the sway of her hips exaggerated just enough to tease.
As Shalini walked toward the toilet, the rhythmic clatter of the train beneath her feet, she noticed two familiar figures standing near the open doorway—Ravi and Prayush, her students, leaning against the railing as the night air rushed past them.
She slowed her steps, curiosity prickling at her skin as she caught fragments of their hushed conversation.
*"Shalini ma'am was definitely on this train, bro,"* Ravi muttered, his voice low but excited. *"The principal shouldn't have lied to us."*
Prayush sighed, running a hand through his hair. *"I think so too, but we haven't even caught a glimpse of her yet. Let's just stand here—maybe she'll come to the toilet, and we'll finally see her."*
A slow smirk curled Shalini's lips. *So they've been looking for me?*
Then, Ravi reached into his pocket—and her breath hitched.
He pulled out a bra—*her* bra—and brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply. *"Hmm, bro… yesterday in the old building, we really got a good gift, didn't we?"* he murmured, grinning. *"And the biggest gift of all? The principal told us Shalini ma'am is going to our village too. Hehe… I can't wait to see how thrilled she'll be when she finds out we're also going to the Maha Puja and mela."*
Prayush nodded, but his expression was uneasy. *"Hmm, let's hope so, bro."*
Just as he turned to leave, his eyes locked onto Shalini—standing right there, having heard every word.
*"Ma'am!"* Prayush gasped, his face lighting up with excitement before he lunged forward, wrapping his arms around her in a tight embrace—burying his face between her breasts, inhaling the faint scent of her sweat.
Shalini didn't push him away. Instead, she hugged him back, pressing his face deeper into her chest as she locked eyes with Ravi, her smile knowing, her voice a silken purr.
*"So… you two are from that village too?"* she murmured, arching a brow. *"Why didn't you tell me before… back in the old building, hmm?"*
Ravi's eyes widened, his grip tightening around her bra as realization—and something far more dangerous—flashed in his gaze.
"Bad boys hiding things from your ma'am? Very bad… I should punish you for this."**
Shalini's voice was a velvet murmur, her fingers threading through Prayush's hair as she pressed his face deeper between her sweat-slicked breasts. His breath hitched against her skin, hot and uneven, his fingers trembling where they gripped her waist. She tilted her head to meet Ravi's gaze—dark, hungry, his knuckles whitening around the stolen bra still clutched in his hand.
*"Ma'am,"* Ravi rasped, his voice rough with something far from apology, *"After we left the old building, my father called… told us to return to the village for the Maha Puja."*
A slow, knowing smile curled Shalini's lips. She dragged her nails lightly over Prayush's scalp, relishing the way he shuddered. *"Alright then,"* she purred, finally pushing him back with a teasing flick of her wrist. *"Both of you should return to your seats… unless you want someone else to take them?"*
She turned to leave, the sheer fabric of her kurti clinging to every curve, the outline of her bare thighs shifting with each step. A silent challenge hung in the air—*Let's see if they have the guts to call me back.*
She didn't have to wait long.
*"Ma'am!"* Ravi's voice was urgent, desperate. *"We—we booked a cabin too. Could you… come with us? Please?"*
Shalini paused, her smirk deepening as she turned to face them. Their eyes were wide, their chests rising fast—like boys caught between fear and want. *"Alright,"* she murmured, tilting her chin. *"Lead the way."*
Ravi and Prayush nearly tripped over themselves in their haste, guiding her down the corridor to their private cabin. When they reached the door, Ravi swung it open with a flourish, his grin all mischief. *"Ladies first."*
Shalini stepped inside, her fingers trailing along the doorframe. Then, with deliberate slowness, she shrugged off her cardigan—letting it slither to the floor in a heap of fabric. The gasp behind her was unmistakable.
She glanced over her shoulder. Ravi and Prayush stood frozen, their eyes raking over her body: the sheer kurti barely hiding her peaked nipples, the leggings clinging to every inch of her hips, the unmistakable shadow between her thighs where no thong barred their view.
The cabin door clicked shut. The lock turned.
Shalini stepped into the cabin with unhurried grace, every movement deliberate, every breath calculated. She took her seat at the edge of the narrow bed, legs elegantly crossed, the sheer fabric of her kurti catching the light as it stretched over her breasts, clinging tighter now than ever. Her nipples stood out, hardened peaks pressing against the translucent cloth—taunting, inviting.
Ravi and Prayush were on their knees before she even said a word. The moment the cabin door clicked shut, the world outside vanished—leaving only her, the two boys, and the thick pulse of anticipation in the air.
Shalini tilted her head, eyes glinting with quiet amusement as she gazed down at them like a queen surveying her loyal pets.
"You see, babies," she began, her voice low and honeyed, "I'm going with my friend Malika. So you have until she calls me back."
She leaned forward slightly, her fingers resting on her knees, the soft swell of her cleavage dipping into view. "That could be two minutes, or two hours. Depends on her mood... and your luck."
Her smile sharpened. "So worship me. Touch. Taste. Beg. Do whatever you want. But the second she calls, it ends. No questions. Understood?"
They didn't speak—only nodded, eyes wide and desperate, like starving animals finally offered a feast.
Prayush moved first, his lips grazing the curve of her ankle before working slowly upward, leaving a trail of warm, open-mouthed kisses up her leg. The thin leggings did nothing to dull the heat of his mouth against her skin.
Ravi followed on the other side, one hand sliding up her calf while the other trembled against her thigh. His lips found her knee, kissing it as if it were sacred, his breath shallow, almost reverent.
A soft, teasing moan slipped from Shalini's lips, her fingers sinking into Prayush's hair, guiding him closer. "Good boys," she whispered, her hips shifting subtly, offering more.
Prayush nuzzled higher, kissing along her inner thigh, nose pressed against the damp heat between her legs. The scent of her arousal made him shudder—and she felt it.
"Mmm, yes… that's it," she cooed, rolling her hips forward as his breath caught. His moan vibrated against her core, muffled by the thin layer of her leggings, and her fingers tightened in his hair with approval.
On the other side, Ravi's mouth moved boldly now—kissing up her stomach, under her kurti, worshipping every inch he could reach. His tongue traced along her navel as he slid the fabric higher, revealing smooth skin and taut muscle beneath.
Shalini let out another soft moan, head tipping back, lips parting. She gripped the edge of the seat with one hand while the other guided Ravi's face against her belly, holding him there as she breathed, deep and unsteady.
"You like that?" she murmured, voice velvet-thick. "You like serving your ma'am like this?"
They moaned in unison—low, desperate sounds that made her laugh breathlessly.
Then—bzzzt. Her phone lit up. Malika's name flashed on the screen.
Shalini's eyes narrowed. She picked it up with a slow smirk.
"Hello?" she answered, her voice perfectly composed despite the fire running through her veins. "Yes… yes, I'll be right there."
She ended the call and looked down at them—still kneeling, breathless, pupils blown wide with lust.
Shalini stood slowly, grabbing her cardigan and slipping it over her shoulders without closing it. She turned to leave—but paused.
She glanced back at them.
Ravi and Prayush looked up at her like abandoned puppies, wide-eyed and aching.
She chuckled, one brow raised. "Don't make those faces," she teased, her voice playful, taunting. "Alright. I'll wait. Until Malika comes to find me… or calls me at least ten more times."
Their heads shot up, eyes gleaming with sudden hope.
Shalini smirked. "Now continue. Show me how badly you want me to stay."
And with that, she stepped back toward the seat, unhurried, her cardigan fluttering behind her like a cloak of power.
The words had barely left her lips before both boys surged forward like they'd been unleashed. Ravi's hands gripped her thighs, mouth pressing hard against the center of her leggings, kissing, licking, desperate to taste her through the soaked fabric. Prayush rose just enough to pull her kurti higher, exposing her stomach, then her chest, until the sheer cloth was bunched just below her neck—her bare breasts spilling free, nipples flushed and firm.
Shalini let out a low, guttural moan, one hand fisting in Ravi's hair as his tongue worked circles over her clothed slit, heat and pressure building with every second. Prayush took one breast into his mouth, suckling greedily, his tongue flicking over her nipple before he bit down gently.
"F-fuck—good boys," she gasped, arching into them both, hips grinding forward into Ravi's face.
Ravi pulled back only long enough to hook his fingers into the waistband of her leggings and pull them down—slowly, reverently—until they clung to her thighs, then slipped lower, revealing her bare, slick folds glistening in the cabin's dim light.
"Oh my god..." he whispered, breathless. "So fucking wet..."
Shalini raised an eyebrow. "What did you expect? You two have been kneeling and teasing like starved dogs. Make it worth my time."
Ravi dove in again, mouth latching onto her soaked cunt, tongue plunging between her folds as he groaned against her. Prayush, emboldened, slid a hand up her inner thigh and pushed two fingers inside her—slow at first, then deeper, curling them to hit just the right spot.
Shalini cried out, her head hitting the back of the seat. "Yes—just like that… don't stop—fuck—right there."
Their hands were everywhere—groping, squeezing, sliding along every inch of her skin like worshippers at a shrine. Ravi's tongue moved in slick, hungry strokes, alternating between circling her clit and flicking it until she was bucking against his mouth, moans tumbling from her lips.
Prayush shifted, his lips finding her other breast, biting and sucking until her chest was marked with red, glistening welts. His fingers thrust faster, wet sounds filling the cabin as she grew even slicker around him.
"You like being used like this, ma'am?" Prayush whispered against her skin, breath hot.
"I'm not being used," she snarled, grabbing a handful of his hair. "I'm in control. I'm letting you taste me. Don't forget that."
Then, in one swift movement, she stood up, forcing both of them backward onto the floor. Her kurti and leggings were tangled around her hips, her chest bare, her thighs wet and trembling.
She climbed on top of Prayush, straddling his face, lowering herself slowly until his mouth was buried between her legs. He groaned as she rocked her hips against his tongue, grinding into his face with abandon.
"Lick me like your life depends on it," she growled, grabbing the edge of the seat for balance as her body began to shudder.
Ravi knelt behind her, kissing up her spine, hands roaming her back and ass. Then he pressed his lips to the curve of her cheek, teeth grazing her skin.
"I want to taste you too, ma'am," he whispered, hand sliding between her cheeks, middle finger tracing over her tight rim.
"Later," she gasped, rolling her hips faster on Prayush's mouth. "Right now, I want to cum on his face. Then maybe… I'll let you fuck me."
Prayush moaned into her, fingers digging into her thighs as his tongue moved frantically, desperate to push her over the edge.
Shalini's moans turned louder, her whole body quaking as the tension in her core coiled tighter. She grabbed a fistful of Prayush's hair and rode harder, faster.
Then—she broke.
Her cry echoed off the cabin walls as she came, hips jerking, thighs shaking, her slick heat flooding his tongue. She didn't stop moving, riding the aftershocks out in long, slow rolls until her body collapsed forward against the seat, breath ragged.
Ravi was still behind her, hands firm on her hips, straining in his jeans. Prayush lay beneath her, gasping for breath, face soaked.
Shalini turned her head, eyes wild and dark with lust.
"Now... unzip, Ravi. I'm not done yet."
Shalini was still trembling from her climax, thighs slick, her breath ragged and shallow. She leaned forward, palms braced against the seat as her hips remained raised, her cunt pulsing around nothing, empty now—but only for a moment.
Behind her, Ravi couldn't wait anymore. He'd already undone his jeans, cock heavy and flushed, veins standing out against the shaft. He grabbed her hips roughly, guiding himself between her cheeks, nudging at her soaked slit—then, without a word, buried himself deep into her tight, dripping heat.
"F-fuck—!" Shalini hissed, her whole body jolting forward from the force of his thrust.
Ravi let out a guttural moan, his hands gripping her ass, fingers sinking into her flesh as he drove in to the hilt. The wet sound of skin against skin filled the cabin, raw and obscene.
Shalini arched back into him with a sharp gasp, still sensitive, her walls clenching tight around him. But she didn't pull away. She pushed back, matching his thrusts with deep, grinding movements of her own.
Below her, Prayush remained kneeling, face flushed and lips glistening from her earlier climax. His eyes were wide, hungry, watching her tits bounce with every thrust. He leaned forward and took one nipple into his mouth again, suckling greedily.
Shalini moaned louder, sandwiched between their mouths and cocks, completely consumed.
Her phone, lying forgotten on the side table, suddenly lit up.
Malika.
The name flashed bright across the screen, vibrating once, twice.
Shalini saw it—her gaze cutting toward the glowing screen for the briefest second.
And then… she smirked.
"She can wait," Shalini growled, throwing her head back. "I'm not fucking done."
Ravi slammed into her harder, sweat beading on his forehead as her walls gripped him tighter, her moans growing louder with every thrust.
"Yes…yes, baby… just like that—fuck me deeper," she snarled, grinding her ass against him, forcing him deeper with every bounce.
Prayush was kissing down her chest again, tongue circling her nipple, his hand sliding between her thighs to rub her clit while Ravi pounded her from behind.
She was drowning in pleasure again—moaning, swearing, begging without shame.
"I'm gonna cum again—don't stop—don't you fucking stop!"
The phone kept vibrating on the table.
Malika was still calling.
Shalini didn't look at it again.
She didn't care.
All that mattered was the two boys worshipping her body like a temple—and the next wave of release building in her core like a firestorm.