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I was on my way to grab a cup of coffee when I saw this guy at the counter, and he looked familiar. He had been there before, but I could not remember when or why. “Hey,” I said as I approached the counter. “Remember me?” He turned his head towards me, smiled, and said, “Yeah, we’ve met.”
Oh yeah! That’s right. It was last year. I had stopped in for coffee after work one day, and this guy was sitting there. He was a nice enough-looking guy—not bad looking, but nothing special.
I remembered him because he had been talking to some other guy while I was waiting for my order. The other guy was a friend of mine who worked with him.
So, I guess they were friends. Anyway, I had just sat down when the guy came over and introduced himself. His name was Krishna.
Yeah, that’s right, Krishna. Not the religious kind. Just a regular guy named Krishna. I wasn’t even sure if that was his real name. Anyway, he asked me out to dinner, but I had plans already and had to decline.
We exchanged numbers, though, so maybe we could hang out sometime. But I never called him, and he didn’t call me either. I guess it just went in one ear and out the other.
We did run into each other once or twice after that, but nothing ever happened between us. He looked good, though. Not like supermodel hot, but cute. And I remembered how friendly he was.
He seemed like a nice guy. It had been almost a year since I saw him, but now that I saw him again, I couldn’t believe how much he had changed.
This guy standing in front of me was not the same guy from a year ago. His hair was longer, a little bit darker, and his eyes were different too. He looked so much more mature than he used to look.
He looked like an entirely different person. As I stood there staring at him, he smiled and winked at me. “You have no idea what you’re missing,” he said. I laughed and replied, “No, I don’t.”
Then he leaned in closer and whispered, “Meet me here tomorrow night.” I thought about it for a moment and nodded because I liked his confidence. “Okay, I will be here,” I said. With that, I walked away and went to get my coffee.
The next day, I was back at the same coffee shop. I went home, took a quick shower, and got dressed up a little bit. I had less time, so I just wore casual denim and a top with light makeup.
I decided to go early just in case he was late. When I arrived at the coffee shop, I ordered a cappuccino and waited for Krishna to show up. After ten minutes, I was beginning to think he wouldn’t show up.
But then he walked in through the door, and my heart skipped a beat. He looked even better than yesterday. He had on a navy blue shirt that hugged his body and jeans that made his legs look longer than usual.
His hair was slicked back, and his eyes were shining with happiness. I couldn’t help but stare at him. “Hi,” he said as he walked up to me. “You look great,” he said as he kissed me on the cheek.
I felt his lips against my skin, and my stomach fluttered. It felt so good and warm and comforting. It was like my world came to a stop. I couldn’t move, and all I wanted to do was kiss him back.
But instead, I smiled and said, “Thank you.” He sat down across from me and said, “So, tell me about yourself.” I told him about myself, and he listened intently.
Then he told me about himself. He said he was a banker and that he also loved to paint and draw.
He also said that he only drew when he was happy and never showed his art to anyone. He said that today, he would be painting since he was happy to meet me. He also invited me to his place to show his art.
I hesitated at first, but then I agreed. We talked for a couple more minutes, and then we left the coffee shop. When we arrived at his house, he took me upstairs and led me into his study. I couldn’t believe it!
It was like walking into another world. The room was filled with canvases of various sizes and colours. There were paintings of landscapes, portraits, still life, abstracts, and more. But one painting caught my attention. I went near to see it.
It was a portrait of me. It was so beautiful. The expression was serene, and I remember the dress in the painting. I wore that last year when I met him at the coffee shop.
I turned around and found him watching me. “I’m glad you like it,” he said. I nodded. “It’s beautiful,” I said. He reached for my hand and pulled me close to him. I gasped, and he covered my mouth with his.
His tongue gently slid inside my mouth, and mine followed suit. I could feel his heart beating against mine. It was racing fast. I could barely breathe. We broke the kiss, and I didn’t know what to do, so I just ran to the corner of his room and stood there for a few minutes thinking about what just happened.
And then he appeared behind me. He put his arms around my stomach and hugged me tight against his body. My heart was racing even faster now. He rested his face on my shoulders and whispered, “Swetha, I fell for you the day I saw you. I didn’t know how to express it, so I changed my appearance just for you.”
My heart was beating fast, and I just smiled and nodded. I didn’t let go of him. I loved the touch of his body over mine. I just kept my hands over his and enjoyed the moment for a few seconds, and then I turned my face a bit and kissed his lips.
I closed my eyes and felt every sensation that came with it. He tasted sweet and warm. We kissed for some time, and he turned the music on, and with the music, he started grooving. I started feeling his bulge rubbing my ass. It was a great feeling.
The music was soft and romantic, and it was just perfect for us. We danced slowly while his hard dick kept rubbing my ass. While dancing, he started kissing my neck and slowly licking every inch of my neck. I started getting goosebumps. His hands were slowly moving on my stomach.
His fingers lightly brushed over my breasts, and my nipples hardened instantly. My nipples were erect. I moaned and moved my hips to the rhythm of the music. This was the first time someone touched my ass with the hard dick.
I loved the feeling of his dick being placed properly at my ass crack and rubbing it with his hip movements. While grooving, he was continuously switching between kissing my neck and sucking my lips. His lips were wet from my sweat and saliva.
I felt the warmth of his breath on my skin, and it was making me weak. My thighs were shaking, and his hold on my waist was becoming tighter and tighter. I was starting to get too horny. I could barely stand anymore. I wanted to take this further.
So, I held his hand and placed it on my jeans button. He understood what I wanted, so he unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down with my black panty. Within minutes my jeans and panty were on the floor somewhere.
He also pulled his pants and shorts down. My goodness, the mere sight of his big dick made me wet. I pulled him back and made him hug me from behind. This time I held his dick and guided him to my ass hole.
Slowly, he started pushing it in, not completely, but it went in by a few inches. I felt the heat of his body surrounding mine as he pushed his dick deeper. I let out a small moan. While he inserted his hands inside my t-shirt and held my boobs in his hands.
It was such a good feeling. I felt his dick growing and reaching deeper inside my asshole. He started licking my ear and whispering filthy words.
The combination of pain and pleasure was amazing. Then, I started moving my hips up and down. The pain became bearable after a few thrusts. After a few minutes, he took my hand and led me to the bed.
He made me lie down on my back and removed his shirt, revealing those sculptured abs and chest. Then he lowered himself onto me and resumed thrusting.
The pain was gone, and I was enjoying the sensations of his thick cock sliding inside my tight pussy. He started kissing me again, and I returned the favour. I opened my legs wider so he could reach me better.
His hands explored my body. They traced the outline of my body and gently cupped my breasts. His thumb and index finger pinched my nipples. It felt so good. My body started trembling and shaking violently.
I couldn’t control it anymore. My orgasm hit me hard. I felt dizzy. I wanted him more. I needed him more. “Oh god,” I cried out. He slowed his pace. I felt his dick losing its girth inside my pussy.
He lifted himself from me and headed to the bathroom, got us a washcloth and cleaned me. As he wiped my juices, I noticed him licking his fingers clean. “Mmm,” he moaned. “These tastes so fucking good.”
He kissed me, placing his tongue deep inside my mouth. I let him taste his come. I licked him till there was nothing left. I wanted more. “I want more of your dick,” I whispered into his ear.
“You want more?” he asked in a deep voice. I nodded my head. I wanted more. I wanted him to fuck me hard. I wanted to feel his hot load inside me. “I want to ride your cock,” I told him.
He groaned. “Fuck yes,” he growled. He laid me down on my back and lifted my legs over his shoulder. He rubbed his cock against my wet entrance, and with one thrust, he slammed his dick inside me.
I gasped. His dick felt so much bigger than before. His thickness stretched me wide. It hurt a little but felt so damn good. My pussy clenched around his cock.
With each stroke, his dick grew even harder and thicker. He felt like he was going to rip me in two. And that thought excited me. I knew it would be painful, but I wanted it.
The longer he stayed inside me, the more my pussy started squeezing him. The pain turned into pleasure. And I never wanted to stop. I kept squeezing him as tight as possible. He leaned forward and kissed me.
The tip of his tongue circled my lips as I kissed him back. I felt his hands tightening around my waist as he continued his powerful strokes. My mind was clouded with lust. I was so high. My orgasm was approaching.
I was breathing heavily. I could hear his balls slapping against my ass with each stroke. He was grunting as he thrust inside me. A tingle ran through my spine. I was about to explode. I cried out loud as I came.
My orgasm was so strong that I almost passed out. As I climaxed, he released inside me. I felt his warm cum dripping down my inner walls. He collapsed on top of me. We both were breathing heavily.
“That was amazing,” he said as he rolled off me. He wiped my sweat off my face. He grabbed my hand, and we walked together to the shower.
We washed each other. He cleaned me with extra care. When we were done, we got dressed and met back in the living room. He drove me back to my house. Enjoy the rest of the day,” he said.
“Thank you,” I said, giving him a peck on his lips. He winked at me and started walking away. I closed the door and locked it. I sat on the couch and masturbated, thinking of the sex we just had. After a quick orgasm, I just fell asleep there.