Best Lesbian Erotica 2011

LADIES’ COUPE Anamika

The Lucknow mail train came to a halt with a big jolt. Priya looked out of the window, but it was pitch dark outside. Someone must have pulled the emergency chain, or maybe the driver had suddenly discovered that he had strayed onto the wrong track. It was drizzling when she boarded the train at the New Delhi Railway Station, and now it was pouring heavily, the rain hitting the window with a vengeance. Priya was the only passenger in the ladies’ coupe; her two companions from Delhi had disembarked half an hour ago at Itwah. She pushed open the door by a few inches to ask the burly man sitting near the carriage door why the train had to be stopped in the middle of nowhere.

“Someone has pulled the chain, madam,” he informed her. “The railway police will not allow the train to start until they find out who has stopped it and why.”

“Oh, shit!’ Priya groaned, pulling the door shut. A thorough investigation of twenty-odd coaches, each carrying fifty or more passengers, could take hours. Priya took out her copy of Femina from her overnighter and flipped it open to an article on the lifestyle of single career women in the metropolis. Not bad, she thought. When she finished her business management course next year, she would have to seek employment in a place like Mumbai, Bangalore or Hyderabad, away from her home at Lucknow.

She had almost finished the article when, with another sudden jerk, the train started moving again. Good, Priya thought. According to her watch, it was five minutes past eleven. Bedrolls were not provided for the second-class passengers in the ladies’ coupe, so Priya pulled out a bedsheet and an air pillow from her bag and set about making her bed for the night.

She was about to stretch out on her bunk when someone rapped on the door. She ignored the knock, but it continued, so Priya shouted, “Who’s that?”

“Police! Open the door!” The voice was harsh but distinctly feminine.

“What do you want?”

“Open the door, or I’ll arrest you for not cooperating with the police!”

Priya pulled the door open. A woman in a khaki uniform entered the coupe, closing the door behind her.

“Aren’t you aware that Channa Devi has escaped from the Itwah prison this afternoon?” the policewoman demanded, sizing Priya up with her small, sharp eyes. She was a dark, tall woman with a square, weather-beaten face.

“Who is Channa Devi?”

“You don’t read the papers, do you?” The woman frowned. “She’s the notorious bandit who was caught last year after gunning down ten of her rivals in a gang war. She’s escaped and we have to track her down.”

“Oh, my god!” Priya’s fingers rose to her lips. “Do you think she’s on this train?”

“Not unless she’s riding on the top,” the other woman told her. “We’ve checked the compartments.” The policewoman took a peek at the upper bunks and then under the lowers, to check that no one was hiding. Then she plopped down on the empty bunk opposite Priya’s and motioned her to sit. “I will be your companion for the next couple of hours till I get down at Kanpur,” she declared.

Priya was glad about that. At a time like this, there couldn’t be anything more assuring than having a policewoman as a copassenger.

The woman removed her peaked cap and tousled her close-cropped hair.

“I am fagged out after checking all the ladies’ coupes, including this one,” she said with a sigh. “It’s a terrible job, chasing a dangerous dacoit in this foul weather, even though she’s one of our kind.”

Priya nodded. She knew that social and caste discrimination in India’s poorer states like Uttar Pradesh and Bihar often pushed the dispossessed women from the so-called lower classes, like Channa Devi, toward banditry.

“But the law is the law,” the policewoman said.

Priya nodded. She suddenly noticed that the policewoman was not only well built, she was also well-endowed. In fact, her ample breasts seemed to be straining hard to pop out of her tight police uniform.

“Going home on a vacation?” the officer asked.

Priya nodded. “My parents are in Lucknow. I study business management at Delhi.”

“It’s good that women are competing with men these days in every sphere of life,” said the policewoman, as she started unlacing her boots, which were caked with mud. “Do you have any plan for marriage?” she asked with a twinkle in her eyes.

“Not in the near future,” Priya told her. “I will get a good job first and then…” Priya didn’t finish. The policewoman seemed struggling hard to get her feet out of her boots.

“My uniform caught a splash of rain,” she said, after she extracted her feet from her boots, which also looked a size too small. “I will put it on the upper bunks to dry.”

“But you don’t carry a spare uniform,” Priya pointed out.

“Could you spare me a sari or something to wrap around my body for a couple of hours?” the other woman said. “I had to rush out of the police station and jump into the jeep when the news of jailbreak reached us.”

Priya took out a red and green synthetic sari that she had bought from Chandni Chowk for her younger sister.

The policewoman thanked her, as she stripped to her bra and panties. Priya couldn’t help looking at her. The other woman had a tight, compact body with a flat tummy, broad shoulders and sumptuous breasts that all but popped out of her ill-fitting black bra. She had two scar marks, one on her left hip and the other on her right flank.

“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.

“Oh, you are so good, Reena,” Priya gasped, fiercely nibbling her partner’s lips.

Reena’s finger now rubbed her clit, making Priya moan in ecstasy. “I want to eat your pussy, Reena,” she begged.

“So do I, darling,” said Reena. “We have so little space here to maneuver… here… let’s…”

They quickly rearranged their bodies to offer their cunts to each other. Without losing a moment, Reena grabbed Priya’s and rubbed her dripping cunt all over her own face like a towel. She then used the tip of her nose to massage Priya’s clit. Moaning with pleasure, Priya parted Reena’s lips with her fingers and buried her face into her furrow to savor her smell, her tongue running inside Reena’s slit up and down. Reena drew up her legs and Priya flicked the tip of her tongue right into her Reena’s cunt.

“Finger-fuck me, darling,” Reena whispered.

Priya inserted her index finger then her middle finger as well and started a pumping motion that threw Reena into rapture, her legs flailing, her cunt dripping more fluid than Priya could lick. Priya could feel that Reena was rushing toward a searing orgasm. She was still a couple of minutes away from one herself, but she wanted to bring Reena off first.

Then Reena shrieked and clamped her legs so tight on Priya’s face that she was almost suffocated. She held her breath like she was underwater till Reena’s limbs relaxed.

“Thank-you-thank-you-thank-you!” sang an exalted Reena, panting, as her hand caressed Priya’s head. “I am so happy. Oh, it’s been months since I came like that. Thank you, darling.”

“I am happy to help you,” Priya told her.

“Let me bring you home,” Reena offered.

“Just a little more of your mouth on my clit…” Priya said, feeling the tension building around her dripping pussy. Reena lapped her pussy with renewed vigor, her tongue flicking in and out and her lips squeezing hard on Priya’s clit. Closing her eyes, Priya could imagine a vat with a boiling, bubbling liquid, waiting for that critical moment when the pot would no longer be able to hold its contents and would boil over in a torrent. She arched her back and moaned as the deluge swamped her, bringing tears to her eyes. If Reena hadn’t grabbed her, she might have flung herself on the floor.

Later, they kissed and slowly explored each other’s body for a long time till the train halted with a jerk. They could see lights on the platform and coolies rushing to and fro. From the signboards, Priya could see that they had reached Kanpur junction. Reena jumped up and started dressing. “Got to get down here, my dearest,” she said.

“I wish you all the best,” Priya told her. “I hope I will see your photo in the papers with a handcuffed Channa Devi by your side.”

“Rest assured, you will see me in the papers soon,” Reena replied, flashing a smile at Priya.

“Don’t take any unnecessary risks, Reena!” Priya said, as she saw her lover tucking her shirttail into her trousers.

“I won’t.” She held Priya by the shoulders and kissed her deeply one last time, before putting on her cap and slipping out of the coupe. Priya started to dress, for Lucknow was just an hour away.

She was still thinking about Reena when the train pulled up at Lucknow. Priya’s father greeted her on the platform.

“How was the journey, darling?” he asked.

“Great,” said Priya, beaming.

“I was worried,” he told her. “Channa Devi, the bandit queen, has hoodwinked the police. She floored a woman cop in her cell, stole her uniform and slipped out of the prison. It’s front-page news!” Priya’s father unrolled the Hindustan Times to show her the picture of the fugitive on the first page.

Even before she looked at the picture, Priya knew who she’d see.

It really had been quite a journey.