Easy catch but not easy to forget

Hi gentlemen and gentleladies! I hope you are doing well. If you are reading this, you are probably just relaxing. That’s good. Happy relaxing!

I’m a 30-year-old guy from Mumbai. I had this experience when I was 28 years old. At that time, I was working as a software developer for an IT company located in a tech park in Bangalore. The tech park spans over 60 acres, and it’s a major hub for multinational companies. So, it was an opportunity for me to meet techies and call center workers. Some of them were boring, and some were interesting. One of the interesting individuals is the girl I had this experience with. I met her when I went with a colleague to the fire escape staircase. Ironically, this is where the smokers used to hang out. I went there to check out the girls who used to come there to smoke or passively smoke, like me.

When my colleague and I reached the smokers’ hangout, there was a familiar group of call center workers. My colleague lit a cigarette as we talked and checked out the same old girls. The door opened, and a guy stepped out first, followed by a girl. When I got a good look at the girl, I was mind-blown. She had a pretty, fresh-face with soft, balanced features. She had wavy black waist-length hair. She was tall and she had an hourglass figure. Her skin tone was warm, light-to-medium complexion with a smooth, glowing finish, giving her a very natural look. She moved with grace and class that unmatched the rowdy girls in that group. I admired her while talking with my colleague. The girls in the group were giving me the attention I usually got from them. The new girl seemed self-conscious for a moment, but soon she saw one of the girls looking at me and turned towards me. She saw me, our eyes met, and we had a love-at-first-sight moment. I winked. She smiled shyly and turned away. I wasn’t surprised by her response because even the other girls responded positively to me. I guess the reason for their positive response is because I’m tall, fair, and well-built.

So after passively flirting with the girls and the new girl for one week, I introduced myself to the group. The guys and girls looked at me as if I am some kind of hero because of my good looks. I didn’t mind being their hero. I had a quick chat with the new girl and got to know her a little. Her name is Ananya. She was 27 years old, and she is from Delhi.

After our first meeting, we met a few times at the smokers’ hangout. Then I asked her out for lunch. She agreed to have lunch with me, and we had lunch together. That’s when she told me she was engaged. Her fiancé was an Indian American guy living in the US. She said she’ll get married in 6-12 months’ time. But I wasn’t discouraged. I wanted to try my luck with her because she was hot.

After that day, we started meeting more frequently. We had good chemistry, and she was happy to spend time with me. We became good friends in just a couple of weeks. We hung out together on the tech park’s premises when we were not working. She told me about her hobbies, beliefs, family, friends, and her ex-boyfriend. She said she had met her ex-boyfriend in college. They had a good relationship for three years, but he had broken up with her to get married to a rich businessman’s daughter. She had been devastated after the breakup, which had made her agree to get married to a guy her family had recommended. She was determined not to fall in love again. But, we became very friendly and close enough to share some personal info and a few secrets.

One time, when we were talking, I asked her how tall she was and what her body measurement was. She laughed and said many people have asked her the same question and said she is 5’7″ and her body measurement is 36-28-38. That info wasn’t really important to me, but I’d just asked out of curiosity because she looked very curvy.

Another time when we were talking on the phone, I asked her if she was a virgin. She said she didn’t want to talk about it because it reminded her of her ex-boyfriend. I told her sharing her painful experiences with a friend will ease her pain. She agreed and asked if I am a virgin. I told her I’d lost my virginity to my first girlfriend. She said she was happy with my honesty and revealed that she had lost her virginity to her ex-boyfriend. I asked her which sex positions she liked. She laughed and hesitated. So I told her I like the missionary position and doggy-style position. She said her ex-boyfriend also liked the doggy position. After that, we had more open conversations. During one of our open chat, I confessed that I really liked her and I would love to make love to her. She said she would never let me have sex with her. But she asked me what I would do to her if I got a chance to make love to her. I told her what I would do to her, and that started our phone sex talk. We had phone sex every night before going to bed. Usually, I would just tell her how I would make love to her, and she would just laugh and enjoy the chat.

All that sex talk brought us close together. We met more frequently, and we had lunch and dinner together every day. We met in her place or my place when our flatmates were not there. When we went out together, we held hands and walked close together. We became like lovers who were just getting started.

One Saturday, she called me at about 3:30pm and said her flatmate had gone to her parents’ house due to an emergency and won’t return for two days. She invited me to her flat in the evening. I thought it was a great idea and confirmed that I will be there. She told me to bring red wine and snacks.

I bought red wine for her and vodka for me. I reached her place at 5:40pm and pressed the doorbell switch. She opened the door, and I was mind-blown when I saw her.  “Ananya! What are you trying to do to me?!” I asked, with my heart racing.

She laughed and reminded me. “A month ago, you said you wanted to see me dressed in a saree!”

“Yeah!” I stammered, overwhelmed. “If you surprise me, looking this hot, how am I supposed to control myself?”

“Come in! Come in!” she said, laughing.

I entered admiring her. She looked gorgeous, dressed in a saree. Her fair skin seemed to radiate light and contrasted with the see-through, dark purple saree that had golden Zari designs and a border. Her wavy black hair flowed on the sides of her oval-shaped face and on her shoulders. Her mild feminine scent and her perfume turned me on. I wanted to hug her, kiss her entire body, and make love to her.

She closed the door and followed me. I turned and looked at her. “I bought red wine, vodka and snacks,” I said, and kept the bag on the teapoy.

“I’ll bring glasses,” she said and went to the kitchen.

I sat on the sofa and waited for her. She returned after a few minutes holding a tray. Seeing her, I was mesmerized by her sweet face, bouncing boobs, exposed navel, swaying hips, and the perfect way the saree was clinging to her curvy body.

She kept the tray on the table and gave me a knowing smile, silently acknowledging my intense attraction to her. She took the TV remote and turned towards the TV. I got a good view of her back. Her wavy, shiny black hair flowed on her upper back and on her exposed mid-back and ended above the saree, which was draped around her bottom. The saree was clinging to her wide hips and buttocks, highlighting the round shape of her plump ass cheeks. Needless to say, my cock felt hard as a rock.

She came over to my left side and sat on the sofa. I opened the bottles and poured red wine for her and vodka for me in two glasses. I added ice and mixers. We clinked our glasses, said “Cheers,” and began drinking.

We chatted and drank. I couldn’t control myself from telling her that she looked very sexy and her fiancé is a very lucky guy. She consoled me, saying I would find a girl better looking than her. I changed the topic and asked if she still loved her ex-boyfriend. She said she didn’t love him anymore because he had fooled her. I asked her if love was very important for her, why she agreed to an arranged marriage. She said she had realized that she had to regulate her own emotions and she shouldn’t be overly reliant on others for validation or approval. She said, she only missed her ex-boyfriend because of the sexual relationship they used to have. I asked her if she loved me. She said she liked me, but she didn’t want to fall in love with me because she was already engaged. She asked me, if I loved her. I told her I’m afraid of falling in love with her because she is engaged.

She looked into my eyes and kept her right hand on my left thigh. She was quiet for a moment before she said, “You are just attracted to me because I am little good-looking. If I let you have sex with me, you’ll get bored of me and forget me.”

“Little good-looking?” I smirked. “You are hot!” I said and looked at her from top to bottom and back at her face.

She blushed. “You look so horny!” she laughed.

“Not my fault. You look too sexy,” I said and took the empty glass from her hand.

I refilled our glasses and decided to take a chance. I left the glasses on the teapoy and looked at her. “Can I at least kiss you?” I asked.

She smiled and asked. “Do you want to forget me?”

“I want to remember you,” I said and moved closer.

She smiled. I kissed her forehead gently. She slowly moved her head back and placed the right side of her head on my left shoulder. Coincidentally, a romantic song started on the TV, and it began to feel very romantic. She smelled and felt very good beside me. I touched her left cheek and caressed her soft and smooth cheek. I moved my hands down to her neck and chest. I felt her bare warm chest and stopped short from touching her cleavage. She lifted her head, looked into my eyes, and moved her head closer. We kissed.

Our first lip kiss became a deep, open-mouth kiss with my tongue licking her tongue and exploring the inside of her mouth. The taste of sweet red wine from her mouth matched her sweetness. She didn’t mind my hands on her boobs and on her bare belly. I grabbed the side of her left waist and pulled her against me. Our bodies pressed against each other very intimately for the first time. I felt one of her aroused boobs on my left side and moved my right hand to her boobs. I cupped her left boob and squeezed. She quickly moved her head back and said, “Ouch! It hurts.”

“Sorry,” I apologized.

“That’s okay. But if it hurts I’ll tell you, okay?” she asked.

“Okay,” I said.

She began removing the hooks of her blouse. I was pleasantly surprised, seeing her remove her blouse and bra. When her large, glowing, swollen boobs and cherry-like erect nipples were fully exposed, I grabbed her boobs and gently massaged. Her swollen boobs felt like inflated, smooth, large balls. Her nipples looked an inch long and inviting. I bent down, opened my mouth, and took the nipple of her left boob, areola, and a mouthful of boob flesh in my mouth. I sucked one boob and massaged the other boob. The erect bud in my mouth was perfect for sucking. I sucked like a man who was hungry for a long time. Her hands gently stroked my hair and my back. I moved to her right boob and sucked its swollen nipple. I massaged the boob I was not sucking and caressed the smooth exposed skin of her body.

I didn’t want to stop sucking her nipples, but the fragrance emanating from her pussy was too hard to resist. I let her nipple pop out of my mouth and moved down to her belly. I planted kisses on her belly and on her navel. I put my tongue into her navel and licked. She arched her body and chuckled.

I sat up straight and said, “You smell good. I want to taste you.”

“What?” she asked and laughed.

“Ananya, the smell of her pussy juice is aromatic. I want to taste it.” I clarified to her

“What’s wrong with you?” She asked, looking at me as if something was really wrong with me.

“Nothing is wrong with me,” I said. “Didn’t your ex eat your pussy?”

“No!” she said, looking surprised.

I shrugged and said, “Something is wrong with him.”

“I know, but…are you sure you want to do it?” she asked.

“I’m sure,” I said. “Just remove your undies, sit on the sofa, and relax.”

She chuckled and stood up. She took her glass and had a sip of wine. Then, she lifted her saree and petticoat and pulled her undies down to her feet and kicked it off.

I quickly removed my t-shirt and said, “Lift your clothes to your waist and sit on your bare bottom. Keep your feet on the sofa and spread your legs.”

She chuckled and did as I requested.