Apologies. Dear Readers, I would like to profoundly apologize for not having come back and produce another story or the continuation. But I am back with the hunt for the woman of my dreams.<\/p>\n
Disclaimer: The stories that I write here and which I might continue to write are mostly first-hand experiences of real-life stories of my close circle. Some learned ones may speculate that these may not really happen in India. Well, it does and mostly in urban areas.<\/p>\n
Now to the story.<\/p>\n
The next day onwards, I picked the same bus in the morning to my office. I was hoping that I would meet this beautiful lady and then I had plans to get to know her as soon as possible. Therefore, I decided that from now on, I shall be presentable to my best for the next few days.<\/p>\n
I woke up early in the morning, bathed myself, and stood in front of my mirror. I looked at myself and admired myself for a moment. In the mirror, I looked at a tall, suave, wheatish woman with quite a beautiful face. I have decently long slender neck, proud well-rounded breasts with nice brown areolas with taut nipples.<\/p>\n
Further down, I have a smooth-skinned belly \u2013 not so flat with a nice deep navel. I don\u2019t have a single strand of hair apart from head and eyebrows anywhere on the body. The love hole just peeking between strong thighs shaped very well with extremely well-shaped calf.<\/p>\n
I slightly turned around, and I was really proud of this feature of mine. My bum is extremely well rounded, not a single stretch mark, a perfect crack. It is almost proportionate to my breasts but slightly bigger. I said to myself \u2013 \u201cSwe, you are a beautiful woman.\u201d<\/p>\n
I was getting late, I thought. I lit a cigarette. Walked towards my Wardrobe and chose my beautiful pair of sky blue lingerie. The bra was professional wear, but I had chosen this one for special occasions. The cup was of 34B pushup. It yielded a very nice cleavage.<\/p> \n\n
The panties were of lace smugly fit onto my cunt and my beautiful bum. I looked at the mirror again in my lingerie. I was blushing. I don\u2019t remember me being like this for quite a while. I pulled a light blue formal shirt of satin mixed silk with dark grey, perfectly fitting trouser.<\/p>\n
The shirt rode a little higher than my waist. If I pulled my trousers down a little, I am sure one could get a peek at my blue panties and if it rode down, then at my ask crack. I wore 2 inches heeled formal sandals as I wanted to look tall. I brushed my hair.<\/p>\n
I had put on light make up earlier with a layer or light mascara, eyeliner, eyebrow shades (crimson) lightly, and painted my lips crimson. I was set. I told myself, \u201cSwe, you are a bomb.\u201d I walked to the bus stop, and the bus was quite on time. I got on to the bus and took my seat.<\/p>\n
Usually, these AC buses aren\u2019t that crowded. You would normally find a decent crowd who are pretty much the IT industry women\/ men. More women, though. There were quite a few men on the bus, and I was very sure I had like 15 pairs of eyes ogling at me. I am sure a few women as well.<\/p>\n
However, I was searching for only one face. I couldn\u2019t find the lady. I was thoroughly disappointed. I reached my office. I couldn\u2019t concentrate on work the whole day. I was waiting for the day to get over so that I could meet this lady. Finally, the day was over, and I was anxious.<\/p>\n
There were butterflies in my stomach. I felt like a teenager again. I got on to the bus. Alas! It was a disappointment again. The lady was not there on the bus. I had the top button my shirt open, and I could see many eyes ogling at my thick cleavage.<\/p>\n
I wasn\u2019t really amused this time as I was already disappointed. I got down and hoped for a better day the next day. The next day \u2013 I won\u2019t bore you all with details, but I was impeccably dressed. Today in Indian attire, a short purple kurti with white leggings all decked up, of course.<\/p>\n
To my utter dismay, I had to face the disappointment again. This went on for a week. I never saw that lady again. But I could never get her off from my memory. She was so beautiful. So beautiful.<\/p>\n
The weekend arrived. I caught up with a few friends, partied a little, and got back home on Saturday night. I made myself the last drink, and I was in my balcony smoking a cigarette. All I could think of was who this enigmatic lady was? Where was she? Was she real, or was she just a mirage?<\/p>\n
I slept and, on Sunday, I was at my parents\u2019 place. I decided I won\u2019t take the bus anymore as it is not very convenient for the next week. I still wondered what on earth could I do to get hold of the mystery woman. I was randomly searching online – Facebook, Tinder, Linkedin, and all the other hosts of social media websites.<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t just find her anywhere. How would I? I did not know her name, neither did I know the name of the company she worked for. Nor I had any picture of her to see if Google could help me in any way. It was frustrating.<\/p>\n
As I prepared that Sunday night to hit the sacks, I changed into my boxers and a loose tee. I was romancing the reminiscence of what a beautiful woman she was. How I could never forget her face or the aesthetics of that lady. I could feel moist between my legs. I blushed, and I was feeling crazy at this weird feeling.<\/p>\n
I took my iPad and started watching some soft porn. I could feel my breasts swell up slowly, and my nipples getting taut. I slowly pushed my palm into my boxers. I lazily started playing and teasing my clitoris. I had this ability to go on and on for a long time as I play with myself.<\/p>\n
I wouldn\u2019t just immediately masturbate by furiously finger-fucking myself or using a vibrator at high speed or masturbating crazily with some kind of a dildo. I really enjoyed always playing solo. I wouldn\u2019t ever be bored. I finally had my \/\/\/www.indiansexstories2.net\/group\/femdom-in-a-new-city\/”>orgasm.<\/p>\n
I put my iPad to rest and started remembering the mystery lady again. I don\u2019t remember when I fell asleep. The next day, I was woken up by my alarm. It was a new morning, it was a new day. It was a new week with a nagging remembrance at the back of the mind like an old itch.<\/p>\n \n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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