Diwali Train Mistress

This is a true story of a friend from Pune.



I was travelling home for Diwali vacation in a crowded train. Since I did not have my seat reserved before hand, I had to share seats with a stranger and I was uncomfortable sitting with him. 


Finally, I decided to find myself a better seat and started walking across sleeper coaches. The whole train was over-crowded with some berths being shared by 2 people even! In one of the compartments I saw two pretty girls sharing one berth and one blanket. The blanket had slid off one of the girls and her feet was exposed. In the passing lights, I saw that she was wearing black jeans and her feet were wheatish with red painted toe nails. 

I felt drawn to them and after a few moments of dilemma, I sat there between the two seats with my back resting against the compartment wall. Her feet were dangling near me face. I drew up my legs, rested my head on the knees and began admiring the feet. I was real sleepy and eyes were dropping shut, yet the pair of lovely toes kept my awake. Her feet smelled lovely. It was a mix of sweat and some cold cream. As I kept looking, her legs stretched a little as she moved in her sleep. One of her foot was now very close to my left cheeks and ear. I snuggled closer to her feet, by slowly moving closer towards her seat, moving my butt inch by inch. Now my face was right under her heavenly feet. I mustered courage now to softly touch her feet, hoping she would not wake up. I touched them with my hair as the train shook, I rubbed my head against her feet for less than 2seconds and waited for a reaction. Nothing. So I tried again and this time a little longer. Still nothing. Wow! Some people can really sleep. I then tilted my head a little now, her feet was rubing against my forehead. It was like Lord Bramha was writing my fate on my forehead. I was hard below now. I lifted my head some more and now her foot was touching my nose and the train's movements rubbed my nose against her foot. Somebody in the other seat woke up to go to the loo. Seeing me there gave a hard stare at me. I pretended to be asleep, with her foot dangling just over my face. He bent over, I felt my heart racing like Vin Diesel's car in Fast and Furious, picked her foot and put it back up on the seat. Must be her father. I kept quiet till he returned and went back to sleep again. I dared not to do anything for next 15-20mins. Then just as I was thinking to make a move, the foot slid down automatically, as if to slip accidently, adjusted itself near my face again and stopped moving. I peered into the darkness to see if she was awake and did this on purpose or was it sheer accident. It was so dark towards her head that there was no way of finding it out. So I let it be. Gave it a few more minutes to be on safer side and again nudged her foot with my nose like a dog will. Now her left heel was on my nose and part of her foot on my forehead. I pressed my face against it as if giving her a foot massage. I was so much enjoying this crusade that in the vigour, the foot slipped away from my face. Believe it or not, the foot came back on its own to my face!! I now dared to run my lips on her soles lightly as ever. The soles were silky smooth and cotton soft. Then she turned on her sides and slept with both her feet joined at the ankles. I was dissapointed as they were out of reach now! While I sat there heart broken, i happened to look at her big round bottom. I am also a lover of beautiful bottoms. The jeans were tighly hugging her bottom and the sight was mind-blowing. I had a strong urge to touch those beauties, but then decided against it as it was too risky. I inched closer to her seat and rested my head by the edge of her seat as if in deep sleep. I slowly peered around the area to see if anybody was watching me. Nobody was. Then I stretched my face and tried to reach her feet. No use. Tried again and stretched my tongue also, but no use. Then I tried breathing on her feet, like I was tired. Her feet smelled fruity. I loved it more now and craved for it more. Just about then she streched her feet again and did a long toe curl. I did not move this time and all her toes moved across my face this time.
Her lovely feet were right on my face. She was moving her feet on my face on her own. Rubbing my face. This continued for few mintues then she turned to her side again. I heard a sound again and noticed somebody from top berth was awake. I suddenly slid away from the seat like I had lost my balance in my sleep and sat away hence on. I waited for a few more minutes for my next attempt, but somebody opened the door of the bogie and a station approached with blarring station activities. Thus ended my night on the train with a memory for lifetime.

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Foot Massage To My Developer Mistress

They began a new agile scrum meeting at office and this is a daily team meeting held to provide a status update to the team members. Duration is not to exceed 10mins in total, no matter how big the team size. During one such meeting, the discussions prolonged for close to 35mins till somebody knocked on the meeting room door informing us that the meeting room was blocked by them for next 1hour. So we exited and continued the meet in an automation lab. Totally we spent about an hour standing. [:)] Boring to read about our meeting? Naaa... Don't be. Beacuse, here is the reason for next few lines of my pleasures. [:p]

We walked back to our seats, and continued with our work. My IM popped up saying "Damn you basta guy." It was my developer lady. I replied politely, "thank you and same to you." She sent a anger smiley [:x] and kept quiet. After a while again it blinked orange and asked, "did you have to discuss it so long? Did you realize others around were standing and were uncomfortable?"

"No, you shud have told us to take it offline" I defended.

"I wish you stood for 1 hour with these 3inches heels", she said.

I sent a sad smiley.

Then she replied, "I really really wish for a foot massage".

I stirred up in my seat and replied, "Yes boss. As you command."

She sent a smiley, and said "Dog only you are!

Catch you on the terrace.

get up

move dog"

"I am no dog". I replied.

"Oh ya?".

"Ya".

"We'll see about it. Now come on up." and her IM status said 'Away'.

I went up the stairs. Our terrace is not huge but sufficient for our 300 employees. I walked up to the edge and looked down at the enterance. It was 11am in the morning. Employees were still walking into the office.

She came with a coffee cup and we sat on our regular bench at the far corner. Me on the floor, leaning against the terrace compound wall and she on the bench. She sat one leg over the other and began sipping the coffee. Looked at her watch and said, "Rahu kaal is over, you can begin now. I smiled, slipped her white heels off, wiped of the moisture from the golden sole of her white heels that had come to being as she walked across the grass. Placed it on the floor and took her foot by the toes. Her toes were also wet from the grass and I wiped them too. I told her that I have never done this kinda thing before. The closest I came of a foot massage was massaging a twisted foot during sports injuries. She ummed and hmmmed and with a "we'll see", sipped her coffee. She had on a aqua blue nail enamel which matched with her white dress and an toe ring glittering and sparkling. Her pink feet was looking even more amazing against her white dress. I began rubbing her soles and then rolling my fingers under her toes. I was engrossed massaging her foot. I looked up at her face and found her ACTUALLY enjoying it. I knew I was good at it. Come to think of it, I can be good at anything to do with the feet. Her foot smelled of some nice cream. I complimented and asked her what cream. "Loreal. Don't bother about it now. Just continue what you are doing." I rubbed and then kissed her toes and massaged her heel. Rubbed them harder and stronger. I had her foot dangling at my face and the loreal cream was lovely. I tilted my head upwards, under her foot and dropped it on my face. She opened her eyes to ask what happened while I picked her her other foot and slipped it out of the heels. The ankle band of this footwear was a little tight and I had to struggle a wee bit to free her foot. This foot had an ankle band around and the silver band with aqua blue stones were a lovely treat. I began my massage on this foot too. She moved her right foot on my crotch and moved herself a little stepping my big John and put the foot I was massaging on this leg. She said, "slip my right foot into my heels, just incase somebody walks in". I did and non-chalantly she placed the heeled foot back on my crotch like that was where she was supposed to keep her foot! It was a different feeling from the soft foot that was on my crotch so far. I opened my mouth and she put her toes into my mouth and I sucked them. I held her foot like a temple flower in both hands and licked her toes. Loreal was nice. She lifted her toes while I held her foot in my palms and I licked them too. Between the toes and sucked them mumbling I love them. I massaged between her toes, squeezing them with my fingers. I put my other hand on her right leg and slid through her silken legs. I reached upto her calfs and could go no further due to her tight salwaar. Then I repositioned her feet on my big John and told her "sqeeze then re". She did I remember my roll up and me rubbing her legs up and down with with my right hand. It must have been a while when I felt a light slap across my chin and I opened my eyes. She had slapped me with her left foot and was smiling at my state. I smiled back sheepishly. She bent forward and asked me to go closer. I did and she spat across my face suddenly and I moved back intuitively, like anybody would when spat across the face or sprinkled with water suddenly. "WTF did you do that for?" I asked, and she replied smilingly, "to wake you up horney b@$t@rd". And laughed. She got up, squeezing my big John under her foot and told me to put her heels back on her foot. I obeyed and she walked down the stairs, leaving me staring after.

But this whole episode made me feel like a slave of medieval times being used.

Rustic and pure dominance outright, without a care that I am an Engineer too and that I have some social value in this society.

As if I am just nothing but a 2-pence no good slave born to serve under her pink feet.

Well, come to think of it, I guess that is all I really am...