This is a fiction – my imaginary story.
I work in Bangalore; there was a new joiner in our team. Her name is Ramya and in search for a flat for rent.
I stay in apartment in Bangalore and there were few vacant flats and I referred it to Ramya. She liked it and rented a flat next to mine.
Every day we go together to office in my Bike and we started to spend more time together.
I’m not a good cook and asked her to teach me few things, she agreed.
On a weekend, we went to grocery store for purchasing food items and I picked up few snacks and she asked not to buy and she would like to reduce her weight. Let me describe Ramya. She is good looking, height almost same as mine 5.9 and slightly chubby.
In the grocery store, I said here that she doesn’t look chubby and she perfect for her height.
Ramya said, she’s little overweight
Me: what’s your weight?
Ramya: I’m around 70 kg..
Me: You don’t look like your 70 kg, when was the last time you checked you weight?
Ramya: 6 months back and you think you’re a good guesser?
I bet her that she wasn’t 70kg and less than that.
We searched for weighing M/C in grocery story and she checked her weight, it displayed 68 kg
Me: since you are wearing jeans pant, belt, t-shirt inner-wears and some kg’s of gold (she was wearing light chain and earrings), it added few kgs. She gave long staring look and said, chain, earrings will be around few 100 grams, and chain is gold plated…
Me: what about you jeans pant, belt, t-shirt? These thing add around 2-3 kgs to weight.
Your weight measurement should without these, i.e. you should be naked.
She got little horny hearing this and said it’s not possible to measure the weight naked.
Me: why not, there a med store with weigh m/c nearby our apartment and we can take it when they close.
She, how? Will they give it home? Me, yes, the med store person is a good friend of mine
I will tell him, needed to measure luggage and we could take the weighing mc.
She, said, wouldn’t I check my weight? She guessed my weight to be around 70 kg.
Me: just checked my weight few days back, its 72.5kg, I checked it again and it as showing 72.5 kg.
We reached the flat and I started eating some snacks and asked her if she wants. She gave me staring look… and said no. She is serious not to put on weight.
Again, I told she was perfect for height of 5.9.
She, since we both are almost same height, you guessed height correctly, that doesn’t mean that I’m, a good guesser.
Me: I’m, let me guess your feet size, 8 inch,
She, correct but wasn’t impressed much.
Me: 34-28-34 your body size?
She was stunned but said no, that wasn’t correct.
Me: I’m correct, let me take a tape and measure..
I got a tape and measured her chest, it was 35+
I said, since she was wearing t-shirt and bra, it measured to 35, otherwise it would be 34.
My heart was beating fast, so was her was about to her to remove her t-shirt for perfect measurement, we had a moment of silence and she herself said, ok let measure perfectly and stared removing her t-shirt.
Me in a good mood, think of to control myself and have a good foreplay…
She removed her t-shirt, damn! I see her bare boobs, no not so soon, my tool already got up. I was staring at her boobs, little sagging, nice small nipples.
But I controlled myself and started to measure her boobs, and we both were eagerly looking in to tape, it measured to 35, I said, it’s close to what I guessed.
Wanted to feel more of her breasts, started to see how its sagging, distance between the cleavage and a breast and size of the nipple and also gently touch her boobs, started to smooch and continued feeling her boobs for a while. Now, it time to measure your waist, measured her belly bottom, it was 28, Bingo!
See, I guessed it right. She, hmm good job, gave a little kiss.
Now, started to measure her hip, it was 35. Without me asking, need a perfect measurement? and started to remove her pant.
Me: again thought of some good play, before I see her totally naked.
She removed her pant, Damn! She is not wearing panties, she’s totally naked and my tool fully erect. Asked her, don’t wear inner-wears?
She: naughty boy, I wear it, she wore it during the week days and she didn’t have any un-washed, hence she didn’t wear it today.
Measured her hip, it was 34.5, I just gave sight disappointed look, but she said she was initially surprised, how could I so closely guess the body measurement.
I started press her butts and hug her, she wait a minute now it’s my turn to guess and measure your body.
Me: yes, go on.
She, guessed, your chest – 34, waist 30, hip 34?
Me no, please go ahead and measure.
She measured my chest – 36 with cloths on. She asked me remove my shirt, me removed. I was wearing vest too, she remove that also me did. She measured my chest now, it was 35.
She measured my waist, its 31 and measured my hip 36 with pant on. I removed my pant, was wearing underwear (jockey). She, jockey next best thing to naked! I wanted see the best thing.
I removed my underwear, she, wow! But you are already on, measured my hip girth, it was 35. She now, put the tape near my penis and measured it, 5.5, she, not bad. Me, I’m still not fully erect.
She, is it? and started to give me a blow job, after few mins when I was about to cum, I said measure now, she took her mouth out and started measuring, it was 7.5 inch, she, great man!
And in the mean time I cummed, her face was exactly facing my penis and cummed on her face… She gave a very wild reaction to this and we started passionately kissing and hugging and quickly put her on bed and oh yeah had a great sex in various positions.
We then stay still for a while, she lay on me discussing funny and thrilling it was, right from grocery store seduction, to sex. We then got in to shower and started having sex again.
Then we rubbed soap into each other and gave each other a nice bath. We got out of shower and it was 10pm by then when, I quickly put up my cloth, she surprisingly, where are you going?
Me: still we need to measure you weight, going to get the weighing m/c.
She: you are a perfectionist, she also me to get an ipill
Me: got the weighing m/c.
She was still naked in the room, lifted her and said, revising your weight to 67.5kg (I knew she would be around 67.5, since jeans, t-shirt, belt wouldn’t more than 0.5 kg)
She: no this is cheating; let’s stick to the original guess of 65 kg.
Now, stood on the weighing m/c it was 67.5 kg. We then laughed out and prepared dinner. She asked me to stay in her room that night.
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