Hello friends. This is the story of my friend, Nilesh, who shared it with me recently. I will narrate it in the first person.<\/p>\n
I had just gotten off the train at Mumbai Central Railway Station when my phone rang. It was my friend, Raju.<\/p>\n
Raju \u2013 Dude. How\u2019s Mumbai?<\/p>\n
Me \u2013 Bloody idiot. I just got off the train.<\/p>\n
Raju \u2013 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.<\/p>\n
Me \u2013 Let me first get out of the station, you ass.<\/p>\n
Raju \u2013 Ok, bro. Tell me when you get a place of your own. I want to see Mumbai myself. Bye.<\/p>\n
Me \u2013 Bye.<\/p> \n\n
I cut the call and dialled Ramesh bhaiyya (elder brother). He didn\u2019t pick up the call the first time. I called him again, and he answered in a sleepy voice.<\/p>\n
Ramesh \u2013 Hello?<\/p>\n
Me \u2013 Good morning, bhaiyya. It\u2019s me, Nilesh.<\/p>\n
Ramesh \u2013 Oh, hi, Nilesh. Reached Mumbai? What time is it?<\/p>\n
Me \u2013 Yes, bhaiyya. It\u2019s 10\u2019o clock.<\/p>\n
Ramesh \u2013 Hmm. Where are you right now?<\/p>\n
Me \u2013 I just got off the train at Mumbai Central.<\/p>\n
Ramesh \u2013 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.<\/p>\n
Me \u2013 Ok, bhaiyya.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t know anything about the local trains, so I asked people around me and boarded to Dadar. Then to Kurla. And finally, to Khandeshwar.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
Once I reached it, I called Ramesh bhaiyya, who came to pick me up on his brand-new bike.<\/p>\n
Ramesh \u2013 How was the journey?<\/p>\n
Me \u2013 It was good, bhaiyya.<\/p>\n
Ramesh \u2013 Have you eaten anything?<\/p>\n
Me \u2013 No, bhaiyya.<\/p>\n
Ramesh \u2013 It\u2019s ok. We will eat once we are at home.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
After a bit,
\nRamesh \u2013 So Nilesh, when do you have to join?<\/p>\n
Me \u2013 Tomorrow.<\/p>\n
Ramesh \u2013 Good. Download the m-Indicator app on your phone. It\u2019s a must in Mumbai. Now go on, you must be tired, have some rest, that room is yours.<\/p>\n
I came to the room and closed the door behind me. Though I was tired, I didn\u2019t 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.<\/p>\n
3 months later.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
Then one day, I got a call from Raju.<\/p>\n
Raju \u2013 Hey, brother. How are things going?<\/p>\n
Me \u2013 All good.<\/p>\n
Raju \u2013 You have become a big shot now. Don\u2019t even call your friends.<\/p>\n
Me \u2013 It\u2019s nothing like that. Life here is pretty hectic. Don\u2019t get much time.<\/p>\n
Raju \u2013 Yeah yeah. Made any girlfriend?<\/p>\n
Me \u2013 Yes. I have 2.<\/p>\n
I lied because I didn\u2019t want to sound like a loser.<\/p>\n
Raju \u2013 Wow. How are they? Have you done anything?<\/p>\n
Me \u2013 They are awesome, and I have done everything.<\/p>\n
Raju \u2013 With whom?<\/p>\n
Me \u2013 Both.<\/p>\n
Raju \u2013 Bro. I am jealous. When are you calling me there?<\/p>\n
Me \u2013 Soon. You are always invited. Ok, I have to go. Talk to you later.<\/p>\n
Raju \u2013 Bye.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t like lying to anyone, but I had to. I had to maintain my image among everyone who didn\u2019t 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.<\/p>\n
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 \u2018super like\u2019 it but had to wait another 2 hours till I could super like someone.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
Me \u2013 Hi.<\/p>\n
Sandhya \u2013 Hi, Nilesh.<\/p>\n
Me \u2013 How are you?<\/p>\n
Sandhya \u2013 I am fine. How are you?<\/p>\n
Me \u2013 Desperate. Mumbai sucks.<\/p>\n
Sandhya \u2013 Why?<\/p>\n
Me \u2013 I had so many dreams when I came to Mumbai, but I didn\u2019t know the reality of life.<\/p>\n
Sandhya \u2013 Yeah. It\u2019s the city of dreams but kills more dreams than it fulfils.<\/p>\n
Me \u2013 But today, I don\u2019t think it\u2019s that bad either.<\/p>\n
Sandhya \u2013 Why?<\/p>\n
Me \u2013 I met you here today. Shall we meet?<\/p>\n
Sandhya \u2013 But I am scared.<\/p>\n
Me \u2013 Don\u2019t be. It is destiny that has brought us together.<\/p>\n
Sandhya \u2013 Do you believe in destiny?<\/p>\n
Me \u2013 I didn\u2019t till today. But after matching with you, I do. You didn\u2019t answer my question. Shall we meet?<\/p>\n
Sandhya \u2013 Ok.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
Sandhya was visibly nervous, and so was I, but I didn\u2019t want to show it.<\/p>\n
Sandhya \u2013 Will you have something to drink or eat?<\/p>\n
Me \u2013 No.<\/p>\n
Sandhya \u2013 I will make you tea.<\/p>\n
She was hesitant. It\u2019s 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\u2019t want to waste this chance. I went to the kitchen and hugged her from behind.<\/p>\n
Sandhya \u2013 What are you doing?<\/p>\n
Me \u2013 I don\u2019t want to spend any second away from you.<\/p>\n
I grabbed her tight.<\/p>\n
Sandhya \u2013 Let me finish making tea, and then we can talk about it.<\/p>\n
I switched off the stove and turned her towards me.<\/p>\n
Me \u2013 I don\u2019t want tea. I want you, and I know you want me, too.<\/p>\n
Sandhya \u2013 I am scared.<\/p>\n
Me \u2013 Don\u2019t be.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
Her eyes were a mixture of lust, shame and fear in them. But I was consumed by lust.<\/p>\n
Me \u2013 Don\u2019t be scared.<\/p>\n
I planted a kiss on her soft lips and started kissing her like a madman. She tried to resist me, but I didn\u2019t 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\u2019t resist and kept on kissing me.<\/p>\n
Then I squeezed her bums with both hands, and she let out a slight moan\u2026aaah. 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.<\/p>\n
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\u2019s beautiful shapely legs.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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\u2019s bodies like that for some time. Then I made her lie on her stomach, unhooked her bra and took off her panty.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
Sandhya \u2013 Take off your underwear.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
Sandhya \u2013 I want you inside me. Put it in, Nilesh.<\/p>\n
Me \u2013 Here you go.<\/p>\n
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\u2019t think of anything and pushed again.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
\u201cAah, yes, Nilesh\u2026fuck me.\u201d These words were nothing but encouragement to me. I increased my pace, and Sandhya\u2019s moans grew louder. I kept fucking her. Sandhya asked me to change position. But I didn\u2019t want to take my dick out of the best place on earth, her wet pussy.<\/p>\n
I kept fucking her, increasing my pace. Sandhya knew I wouldn\u2019t 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.<\/p>\n
Sandhya \u2013 You released your cum inside me!<\/p>\n
Me \u2013 Sorry.<\/p>\n
To be continued.<\/p>\n \n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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