Meet while travelling on Sleeper Coach
Would love to connect with someone travelling on sleeper coach out of Pune. Let us share here if we have travels plans - date, location going to, time of bus, place of boarding and bus company name. We can then plan going together or joining someone who is travelling for time of fun along the way ... Reply/Post a comment
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Rehan707 | Posted On May 19, 2025
Anyone travelling to Mumbai this week? |
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Vayavya | Posted On May 20, 2025
Okay, so this happened in 2022, and I’m still kinda shook. I was on this sleeper bus from Pune to Bangalore, one of those AC ones with the cozy double berths, you know? I’d booked a single upper berth cos I just wanted to chill, listen to some Badshah, and sleep. But, like, life’s got a way of messing with your plans, right? This sweet aunty comes up to me before we leave, says her leg’s acting up, can’t climb, and asks if I can swap with her son for the top double berth. Her son’s standing there—dude’s my age, tall as hell, total Punjabi munda vibes. One look at him, and I’m like, damn, he’s fine, but his mom’s right there, so I’m thinking, nah, nothing’s gonna happen.I say cool, no problem, and climb up to the double berth. He follows, all grateful, like, “Bro, you’re a star, mummy ji’s leg was killing her, thank you yaar!” His voice is deep, super hot, and I’m just like, “Arre, it’s all good, this berth’s pretty comfy.” We start chatting—random stuff, like Bangalore’s crazy traffic, Pune’s monsoon chai scenes, and what’s hot on Zomato. He’s a Bangalore boy, but not Kannada—proper Punjabi, roots in Chandigarh. I’m sneaking looks at him, and man, he’s built like a gym bro but natural—broad chest, thick beard, hairy in all the right places, and taller than me. I’m trying not to stare, but it’s tough, okay?Bus stops at some dhaba for dinner, and we grab spicy masala dosas, the sambar smell making my *** water. Back in our berth, the curtains are drawn, and it’s all dim and cozy with the AC humming. Outta nowhere, he’s like, “I’m changing, yaar.” Bro, he strips down to his briefs, no shame, and I’m just sitting there, eyes stuck on his abs and that hairy trail going… you know. He catches me staring, flashes this naughty grin, and slips into a sando and shorts. “Kya dekh raha, bhai?” he teases, all flirty. I’m blushing like I’m in a Karan Johar movie, mumbling some nonsense, and grin back.He points at my jeans, like, “Oye, you sleeping in those? Change na, get comfy.” I’m like, “Uh, didn’t pack anything else, I’m fine.” Truth is, I’m mad shy. He’s all, “Arre, kon dekhega? Just chill in your boxers, koi nahi bolega.” I laugh, like, “Nahi yaar, too shy for that.” He shrugs, but his eyes are doing this thing, like he’s undressing me with them, and I’m getting all tingly.It’s late now, bus is cruising, and the berth feels… small, you know? I’m lying next to him, his warmth hitting me even with the AC. My hand’s near his thigh, and suddenly, his fingers brush mine. I freeze, like, was that a mistake? Then he does it again, slow, sliding his hand from my palm to my shoulder. My heart’s going dhak-dhak like I’m in a Salman Khan flick. His hand moves to my chest, grabs my chubby man-boob, and he lets out this low “Mmm.” I’m nervous but also, like, hell yeah, this is happening.I whisper, “Bro, yeh safe nahi hai,” cos the curtains aren’t that thick, right? He just smirks, all Punjabi swagger, “Chill, koi nahi dekhega.” His hand’s back on my chest, squeezing, and he’s like, “Yeh toh bada mast hai.” I’m blushing so hard I could light up the bus. I get bold, pull off my shirt, and he’s on me, kissing my chest, *** like he’s starving. His beard’s scratching my skin, driving me wild. Then, he slides his hand down, sneaky-like, and before I know it, his fingers are teasing my ***, slipping in slow and firm. I gasp, like, whoa, this is intense, but it feels so damn good, his touch all warm and confident, making my whole body buzz.I’m curious now, so I reach down, and oh my god, he’s… big, thick, super hairy down there. He pulls it out, lets me play, and I’m just like, damn. We’re all tangled up, his sando’s off, and his hairy chest is like a jungle I wanna live in. We start smooching, all spicy and messy, tasting like dhaba dosa and desire. I can’t stop myself, go down on him, and it’s so clean, no weird smells, just him. He’s moaning soft, grabbing my hair, and he’s playing with me too, his fingers still working their magic, making me feel things I didn’t know I could.Morning’s creeping in, bus is slowing down near Bangalore. We stop, panting, just staring at each other, like, what the hell just happened? He leans in, whispers in my ear, “Yeh toh bas shuru hua, bhai. Mera flat Bangalore mein hai, aa na, I’ll show you a proper Punjabi dhamaka.” He slips me a crumpled note—his number, scribbled messy, with a “Call me, sexy” and a wink.I step off the bus, the Bangalore sun hitting my face, his scent still on me. That note’s burning a hole in my pocket. This city’s not just a stop now—it’s where I’m gonna hit up this munda and see what kinda fire he’s got waiting. I’m already dreaming of late-night fun, sneaky makeouts in his car, and maybe more in his flat, curtains drawn, just us. Who knew a sleeper bus could turn into this kinda wild ride? |
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Sagarstrange000 | Posted On May 20, 2025
@vayavaya if this has happened in 2022 what happened next did u meet him? |
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Vayavya | Posted On May 21, 2025
I did, So, after that wild sleeper bus ride from Pune to Bangalore in 2022, this Punjabi munda was stuck in my head like a catchy Bollywood song. I was in Bangalore for a week-long work thing—some dull office training in Koramangala—but his WhatsApp number was basically begging me to text him. I did, the very next day, and man, it was electric—flirty texts, him sending shirtless gym selfies that had me blushing in the middle of my lunch break. He’d be like, “Jaan, kab milne aa raha hai?” and I’m like, “Babu, stuck with work, but soon, pakka!” We kept chatting all week, and every ping from him had my heart doing a full-on dandiya.By the weekend, he hits me up, like, “Mummy ji and papa are going back to Pune tomorrow. Come to my flat as soon as they’re gone, love.” I’m like, hell yeah, training’s done, and I’ve got a day free before heading back to Pune. I roll up to his place in Koramangala, heart racing, and when I ring the bell, he opens the door in just his boxers—black, tight, showing off everything. I’m standing there, totally floored, and before I can say a word, he grabs me in his arms, pulling me into this warm, tight hug. His hairy chest is pressed against me, and he’s kissing my neck, my cheeks, my lips, like he’s been craving me all week. I’m melting, babu, completely lost in him.He pulls back, flashing that sexy grin, and says, “Chal, love, I cooked something special for you, dinner karte hain.” I’m so touched, like, this hot guy cooked for me? We sit at his small dining table, and he’s made this insane Punjabi spread—butter paneer , jeera rice, garlic naan, the aroma hitting me like a warm hug. I’m like, “Babu, you didn’t have to do all this!” and he’s all, “Arre, mere jaan ke liye toh banta hai.”
After dinner, we can’t keep our hands off each other. He pulls me to his bedroom, all cozy with dim lights and some soft Diljit tracks playing in the background. He grabs me again, his hands roaming my body, and I’m losing it in his masculine vibe—those broad shoulders, that hairy chest, that beard scratching my skin. Our clothes hit the floor fast, and we’re kissing like it’s a Bollywood rain song, all spicy and messy. He’s wild, babu—spends ages rimming me, his tongue doing things that make my whole body shake. I’m moaning like crazy, grabbing his hair. Then he’s *** my chubby man-boobs, nibbling and growling like a hungry wolf, and I’m just gone.He flips me around, and his thick, juicy ***—man, it’s as delicious as I remembered from the bus. I take him in my ***, savoring every inch, clean and musky, driving me nuts. He’s groaning, whispering, “Jaan, you’re too good,” in that deep Punjabi accent. We go at it for ages, frotting hard, our bodies grinding, sweaty and hot. He finishes between my thighs, this warm flood that makes me shiver, and we collapse, tangled up, his hairy body on mine. We stay like that forever, just breathing, hearts pounding.He grabs a towel, cleans my thighs all gentle, and then cuddles up again, his weight like a cozy blanket. I’m so comfy I pass out, and next thing I know, it’s early morning, and I wake up to his tongue playing with my *** again. Babu, it’s the best feeling ever—like my body’s on fire in the best way. We go for round two, slower this time, all lazy and intense, and then crash again, his arms wrapped around me.I wake up later to him nudging me, like, “Uth na, love, breakfast ready hai.” He’s cooked aloo parathas, curd, and masala chai, the smell making my stomach growl. We sit on his balcony, Bangalore’s morning breeze cooling us down, and he’s just staring at me, saying, “Jaan, tera body itna thick aur juicy hai, I can’t get enough.” I’m blushing so hard, hiding behind my chai cup. We talk about random stuff—his startup hustle, my Pune life, how he loves my “cute chubby vibes.” I’m like, “Babu, stop, you’re gonna make me fall for you!”We take a shower together after, and it’s steamy in every sense—his hands soaping me up, water dripping down his hairy chest, more kisses we can’t stop. But then reality hits. I’ve gotta head back to Pune that evening—work trip’s over, and my bus is booked. I don’t wanna leave, babu. We kiss one last time at his door, and he’s like, “Jaldi wapas aa, love. Yeh dil tujhe miss karega.” I’m all choked up but manage a smile, like, “Pakka, babu.”We kept texting for a bit—late-night WhatsApp calls, him sending me goofy reels—but life got in the way, you know? Work, distance, all that drama. It faded, and we’re not in touch anymore. But those memories? So damn fresh, like it was yesterday. I can still feel his beard on my skin, hear him call me “jaan.” That week in Bangalore wasn’t just about work—it was about this Punjabi babu who turned my world upside down.
But it was not meant to be for longterm. |
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Akshaypatil1234 | Posted On May 22, 2025
Really ur experience was osm |
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Anonymously0106 | Posted On May 30, 2025
If anyone between the age of 18-25 going to Nagpur in 1st week of june by bus... DM me
College students or slim fit people preferred...
We can have some fun and atleast cuddle... |
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DecentBott36 | Posted On Jun 1, 2025
Anyone travelling from Nagpur to Pune next week |
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Pozza0007 | Posted On Jun 2, 2025
I am travelling from Goa to pune sleeper bus on 6th Friday .. anyone there ? |
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indy | Posted On Jun 2, 2025
@Vayavya
You are excellent at narrating. I felt like I was there watching you both all through. It is because of your articulation. Your experience became mine! What a lovely experience and its skillful description! Thank you and have a wonderful time. |
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DecentBott36 | Posted On Jun 2, 2025
Any tips how to approach or initiate during journey? I want to try but don't have courage to do it..lol.. |
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Str8lover | Posted On Jun 5, 2025
I have this fantasy of having *** in sleeper coach
Unfortunately there is no reason to travel anywhere by sleeper coach
But would like to know from frequent travelers on which route they have experienced this a lot
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gully | Posted On Jun 5, 2025
Same here @Str8lover
No reason to travel but wanna try it once |
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Silkvisitor * | Posted On Jun 14, 2025
Any top travelling from Dhule to Pune by sleeper bus on Monday evening |
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rohitvermatop19 | Posted On Jun 14, 2025
Travelling from pune to bangalore on 19 June. Anyone interested (AC sleeper bus) |
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