Hey guys, I’m Vish. Without much delay, let’s get straight to the story about the cute girl, Neha. You may skip to the action right away, but I insist that you read the full story.
Me: It’s been years since we’ve seen each other, and I’m finally in town. Plus, tomorrow is Sunday. You just said that you don’t have any plans, so why don’t we meet?
Neha: Trust me, I have to stay at home. I took my dog to the vet today. I have to be here in case there is an emergency.
Me: Alright then! I won’t force you. I understand that you have to look after him. But if you think you can step out for an hour or two, text me by noon.
Neha: Fine.
At around 1:30 the next day,
Neha: Are you free?
Me: Pretty much.
Neha: The neighbours can take care of my dog for a while. Do you have any place in mind?
Me: Yeah, Big Chill. I want to have that ravioli once before I leave.
Neha: Haha…okay. What time?
Me: I’ll be there in 30 minutes.
Neha: Make it 45.
Me: Of course.
I reached the location wearing blue jeans and a new white T-shirt. After making me wait for 20 minutes, she showed up. She wore a short brown bodycon dress with a front zip on the neck. It reached halfway down her thighs. Her hair was open, and the brown highlights shone in the bright sunlight.
She had a side bag on her right shoulder and wore white sneakers. I liked her style. I saw her immediately when she arrived, but she couldn’t find me. So she called me as I watched her do so. I picked up the phone and directed her towards me.
We hugged and started walking towards the cafe. “You look really nice,” I complimented her. We got into the lift, which had a huge mirror. It had been so long since we last met that the elevator journey was rather silent. She was looking at her phone.
But the only thing that was there in my corrupted mind was kissing her right there. I didn’t do that, though. We got off on the 2nd floor and made it to the restaurant. “Order your ravioli now,” she said in sarcasm. “Why don’t you want to have it?” I asked. “I’ll take a bite. I’m not that hungry,” she said.
We ordered the pasta and mocktails and chatted for almost an hour. “Hey, I’ll be back. I got to go to the washroom,” said Neha and walked away. As I was sitting alone, I kept thinking that I should make a move or not. I finally decided that I would.
I left the table and went towards the washrooms. The washroom area of that restaurant was an isolated corridor which was dimly lit. I started walking towards the Men’s washroom. At that very moment, Neha came out of the washroom. She smiled at me. I smiled, too. I realised that this was my chance.
Me: Neha!
Neha: Yeah?
Me: Come here for a second.
Neha: Yes, what is it?
She asked as she approached me. When she got close to me, I grabbed her face with both hands and kissed her lips. She didn’t respond fully. She was probably shocked. I still didn’t break the kiss. I kissed her long enough for her to process the situation and react.
At this point, I knew that if she didn’t like it, I would get slapped. But she responded by kissing me back. I relaxed my hands and placed them on her shoulders while we kissed. Slowly, my hands slid down her arms and onto her waist. I took her hands and placed them around my body.
My hands wrapped her body, and the distance between us decreased to nothing. The kissing kept getting intense. Both my hands swiftly moved up her back, touching her shoulder blades. Then down her curves, finally resting on her ass. We kept kissing.
My left hand stayed on her right butt cheek while the right hand caressed her ass. In no time, my hands were reaching for her pussy from the back, and I knew that this was about to get intense.
“Come with me,” I said as I broke the kiss. I grabbed her left hand. I pulled her into the men’s room and walked into a toilet stall. I pulled her in, shut the door and pushed her against the door. I placed my lips on hers. My left hand went straight to her pussy from under her dress.
I slid aside her panties and felt her wetness directly on my fingertips. I started to rub her clit with my fingertips. I made her moan from that itself. After her breaths became heavy enough, I slid one finger inside her, and I finger fucked her good.
Pushing my fingers deep inside her and moving them in a vibrating motion. She began building up the orgasm. All she could say between her moans was, “Keep going.” So I did. I kept going till she came all over my fingers. But I wasn’t done. I slowed the action of my fingers down but kept them inside.
When I touched her clit with my thumb, she started twitching. She clenched her legs together because she was so sensitive. So I went slow but kept fingering her. After a while, I realised that she wasn’t as sensitive anymore and gradually increased my pace.
I inserted two fingers and started penetrating her deep with my fingers. The ‘Thump! Thump!’ sound echoed in the bathroom as my palm hit the skin of her wet pussy. At this point, I pulled her panties down to her knees and her dress up to her waist for a full range of motion.
I wasn’t going to fuck her. But I pulled my dick out with one hand as I fingered her with another. I placed her hand on my dick. She tried to do the assigned handjob but couldn’t control her movements. I was ramming her pussy so well with just my fingers.
“I’m going to explode,” are the words that came out of her mouth. I took that as a cue to go faster and keep up the pace. I had one more trick remaining. This was the perfect moment to use it. The moment she was close to her orgasm, I added a third finger. It slid in smoothly because of the wetness.
The next moment, her hands were on my shoulder, clenching my skin really tight as her legs trembled from the intense orgasm. She faced down with her eyes closed and lips clenched inside her mouth. She was trying to suppress her moans and control her body’s shaking at the same time.
Neha’s half-naked body, panties on her ankles, legs shaking from orgasm and inner thighs shiny from her juices rolling down her legs. It was a sight to behold. “Thank you,” said Neha as she tried to calm her body. I wrapped her in my arms to relieve some of her stress.
After a while of hugging her, the shaking of her body stopped. I pulled her panties up and wiped her legs with a tissue. She hugged me, and then we walked out. A guy entered the washroom at that exact time. We didn’t make eye contact.
I’m pretty sure he was looking at Neha, but neither of us cared. We sat at our table for a while till she decided that she was okay to walk. We paid the bill and left.
I insisted that I would drop her in my car so she agreed. Right before we drove off, she said, “We haven’t been talking much. So you probably don’t know this, and I have to tell you. I am actually getting engaged.”
There’s more to the story. So do let me know if you guys want to read about it. [email protected] is my email. As always, I would love to hear from you guys. Thanks.