Hello friends. This is the story of my friend, Nilesh, who shared it with me recently. I will narrate it in the first person.
I had just gotten off the train at Mumbai Central Railway Station when my phone rang. It was my friend, Raju.
Raju – Dude. How’s Mumbai?
Me – Bloody idiot. I just got off the train.
Raju – I know, bro. But you know what I am talking about. Are girls there really modern like we heard? Wearing sexy clothes and showing almost everything.
Me – Let me first get out of the station, you ass.
Raju – Ok, bro. Tell me when you get a place of your own. I want to see Mumbai myself. Bye.
Me – Bye.
I cut the call and dialled Ramesh bhaiyya (elder brother). He didn’t pick up the call the first time. I called him again, and he answered in a sleepy voice.
Ramesh – Hello?
Me – Good morning, bhaiyya. It’s me, Nilesh.
Ramesh – Oh, hi, Nilesh. Reached Mumbai? What time is it?
Me – Yes, bhaiyya. It’s 10’o clock.
Ramesh – Hmm. Where are you right now?
Me – I just got off the train at Mumbai Central.
Ramesh – Ok. Buy a local train ticket to Khandeshwar. Board at Mumbai Central, change the train at Dadar, and then at Kurla. Call me once you reach here.
Me – Ok, bhaiyya.
I was excited about Mumbai. I had just landed a job here, in the city of dreams. I belong to a small town, but I was finally here in Mumbai. I was glad that Ramesh bhaiyya was in Mumbai.
He is the star of our family, the only person settled in Mumbai. He was my idol. I always looked up to him and wanted to be as successful as he was.
I didn’t know anything about the local trains, so I asked people around me and boarded to Dadar. Then to Kurla. And finally, to Khandeshwar.
I saw a lot of girls in dresses revealing their cleavage. In skirts and shorts, displaying their long or short, perfect legs. It took me one and a half hours to reach my destination. But I was mesmerized by Mumbai.
Once I reached it, I called Ramesh bhaiyya, who came to pick me up on his brand-new bike.
Ramesh – How was the journey?
Me – It was good, bhaiyya.
Ramesh – Have you eaten anything?
Me – No, bhaiyya.
Ramesh – It’s ok. We will eat once we are at home.
Ramesh bhaiyya took us to his apartment complex. His flat was on the 10th floor. We reached his flat. We ate lunch and talked about things back home.
After a bit,
Ramesh – So Nilesh, when do you have to join?
Me – Tomorrow.
Ramesh – Good. Download the m-Indicator app on your phone. It’s a must in Mumbai. Now go on, you must be tired, have some rest, that room is yours.
I came to the room and closed the door behind me. Though I was tired, I didn’t want to rest. I imagined all the hot girls I saw on the way and got hard. I masturbated, thinking about how wonderful my life would be in the dream city.
3 months later.
Life in Mumbai sucks. Mumbai was expensive. I rented a 2 bedroom apartment with 3 other guys in my company. I commuted daily on a local train to and fro. The crowded trains felt like a battle. My salary was barely enough to sustain myself. And all the girls were with rich snobs.
Life was nothing as I had expected. It was a disaster. There were many hot girls in my office. But they were either committed or married. I learned about downloaded it about a month back, and got 2 matches. The chats lasted 5 minutes.
Then one day, I got a call from Raju.
Raju – Hey, brother. How are things going?
Me – All good.
Raju – You have become a big shot now. Don’t even call your friends.
Me – It’s nothing like that. Life here is pretty hectic. Don’t get much time.
Raju – Yeah yeah. Made any girlfriend?
Me – Yes. I have 2.
I lied because I didn’t want to sound like a loser.
Raju – Wow. How are they? Have you done anything?
Me – They are awesome, and I have done everything.
Raju – With whom?
Me – Both.
Raju – Bro. I am jealous. When are you calling me there?
Me – Soon. You are always invited. Ok, I have to go. Talk to you later.
Raju – Bye.
I didn’t like lying to anyone, but I had to. I had to maintain my image among everyone who didn’t know the sad reality. I got sad and opened the pathetic app called Tinder again. I blindly started swiping right, and soon my limit was exhausted.
I woke up the next day to see the pleasant notification on my phone that I could start right swiping again. I opened the app and landed on a profile that grabbed my attention. I wanted to ‘super like’ it but had to wait another 2 hours till I could super like someone.
Those 2 hours felt like 2 years, but as soon I could, I super-liked the profile and waited. After 1 hour I got the match with Sandhya. I instantly messaged her.
Me – Hi.
Sandhya – Hi, Nilesh.
Me – How are you?
Sandhya – I am fine. How are you?
Me – Desperate. Mumbai sucks.
Sandhya – Why?
Me – I had so many dreams when I came to Mumbai, but I didn’t know the reality of life.
Sandhya – Yeah. It’s the city of dreams but kills more dreams than it fulfils.
Me – But today, I don’t think it’s that bad either.
Sandhya – Why?
Me – I met you here today. Shall we meet?
Sandhya – But I am scared.
Me – Don’t be. It is destiny that has brought us together.
Sandhya – Do you believe in destiny?
Me – I didn’t till today. But after matching with you, I do. You didn’t answer my question. Shall we meet?
Sandhya – Ok.
We decided to meet at her place as I was living with 3 other guys. The next morning I was standing outside her gate, nervous but full of excitement. I rang the doorbell. She opened the door, and I got inside. She was wearing a gorgeous blue saree.
Sandhya was visibly nervous, and so was I, but I didn’t want to show it.
Sandhya – Will you have something to drink or eat?
Me – No.
Sandhya – I will make you tea.
She was hesitant. It’s one thing to chat and make plans, but acting on that is completely different. She went to the kitchen and started preparing the tea. I knew she was hesitant and didn’t want to waste this chance. I went to the kitchen and hugged her from behind.
Sandhya – What are you doing?
Me – I don’t want to spend any second away from you.
I grabbed her tight.
Sandhya – Let me finish making tea, and then we can talk about it.
I switched off the stove and turned her towards me.
Me – I don’t want tea. I want you, and I know you want me, too.
Sandhya – I am scared.
Me – Don’t be.
I grabbed Sandhya by the waist and pulled her towards me. Her boobs smashed against my chest, and I got instantly hard. This was the first time I had a woman in my arms. Sandhya was feeling shy and had her head down. I lifted her chin and made her look towards me.
Her eyes were a mixture of lust, shame and fear in them. But I was consumed by lust.
Me – Don’t be scared.
I planted a kiss on her soft lips and started kissing her like a madman. She tried to resist me, but I didn’t listen and kept sucking her lips. After a while, Sandhya let go of her inhibitions and started kissing me back. I moved my hand over her ass and squeezed it gently. She didn’t resist and kept on kissing me.
Then I squeezed her bums with both hands, and she let out a slight moan…aaah. I stopped the kiss, removed the saree from her shoulders, held it, and started pulling it off her. Sandhya kept on turning at the spot until the saree was completely off. She was in her blouse and petticoat now.
I pulled her back to me, lifted her petticoat and moved my hand all over her legs and thighs. I felt her silky legs beneath her petticoat while in a continuous lip lock. Then I undid the nada (string) of her petticoat. It fell, revealing Sandhya’s beautiful shapely legs.
I hugged her tight and started moving my hands all over her back and ass. Then I grabbed both sides of her ass with my hands, moved my hands onto her thighs and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around me and held me tight. I took her to the bedroom and threw her on the bed.
I took off my t-shirt and jeans and came on top for her. Then I started kissing her again, unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. She was in her just bra and panty now. We explored each other’s bodies like that for some time. Then I made her lie on her stomach, unhooked her bra and took off her panty.
I made her turn around again and throw away her bra. I stared at her naked body for a few seconds and attacked her boobs like a hungry child. I kept licking and sucking her nipples. She was enjoying it, too evident with her moans. Sandhya then slid her hand inside my underwear, grabbed hold of my dick, and said.
Sandhya – Take off your underwear.
I did as she said, and now we were completely naked. I was kissing/licking her boobs with one hand rubbing her wet pussy. She was stroking my dick. This went on for a while.
Sandhya – I want you inside me. Put it in, Nilesh.
Me – Here you go.
I tried to enter her pussy but kept missing the spot as it was my first time. Sandhya understood this and placed my dick at her pussy entrance. I shoved it in. Sandhya cried in pain as half my dick went inside her. I got scared, but I didn’t think of anything and pushed again.
This time my dick was completely inside her pussy. She screamed again. But this was the first time I felt the warmth of a pussy around my dick. The pleasure I felt cannot be explained in words. I started moving my dick in and out. Sandhya started enjoying it, too and her moans encouraged me further.
“Aah, yes, Nilesh…fuck me.” These words were nothing but encouragement to me. I increased my pace, and Sandhya’s moans grew louder. I kept fucking her. Sandhya asked me to change position. But I didn’t want to take my dick out of the best place on earth, her wet pussy.
I kept fucking her, increasing my pace. Sandhya knew I wouldn’t stop and placed her hands on her hips, helping me pump her harder. I kept on fucking her, and soon we came together. I unloaded everything inside her pussy and lay on top of her. After we recovered our breaths, she said.
Sandhya – You released your cum inside me!
Me – Sorry.
To be continued.
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