Hey everyone, Vik is back with another story. This one unfolds under the stadium lights at Eden Gardens, where a simple cricket match turned into something much more. Please read and share your valuable feedback in this email: [email protected].
The energy at Eden Gardens was electric. The first IPL match of the season, KKR vs. RCB, had drawn a packed crowd. Music blared through the stadium, fans cheered, and the floodlights lit the night.
Oh, I forgot to introduce myself – Iâm Vicky, 31, a marketing head from Delhi. A committed guy who flew all the way to Kolkata to experience this match live. Cricket has always been my escape, and tonight was supposed to be just about the game. But sometimes, plans change in ways you never see coming.
My friends and I were lucky to get good seats right in the middle stands. We were close enough to feel the crowdâs energy but far enough from the cameras. Next to us was another group, all dressed in KKR jerseys. Thatâs when I noticed her – Ranjita.
Not in a special way, just another fan in the crowd. She was in a KKR t-shirt and blue jeans, cheering with her friends. I did the same with mine. At that moment, we were just two strangers supporting rival teams, unaware that the night had something else planned for us.
The stadium lit up with music before the match started. When SG took the stage, the entire crowd swayed to her voice. Without realizing it, I was moving to the beat, and so was she. It wasnât planned – we were just caught in the same moment, enjoying the same song.
Our eyes met briefly, and we had a shared smile, nothing more. But as the match started, something had already changed. By the time the first innings settled into a rhythm, the energy between us had shifted. We had moved past just cheering for our teams and started talking.
Thatâs when I got to know her – Ranjita, 29, married, living in Kolkata for the past three years. She worked in finance and loved cricket way more than her husband did. She missed Delhiâs Street food more than sheâd admit.
There was something easy about our conversation. The kind that makes you forget you were strangers just an hour ago. At first, it was just casual – small talk during breaks, teasing each other about our teams. But then, there were the little things.
Our hands brushed when reaching for drinks, and our knees touched when we leaned forward at the same time. It wasnât intentional, but neither of us moved away. The match was happening around us, but my focus kept shifting back to her.
As the first innings ended, our groups got up, stretching and discussing the match while deciding to grab food. We followed, blending into the buzzing crowd around the stalls. Everyone was talking about the game – missed catches, close calls, predictions for the second innings.
But as we picked up our plates, Ranjita and I instinctively moved toward a quieter corner. We didnât plan to sit together, yet there we were. At first, our conversation was still about cricket, but as the minutes passed, it shifted – first to our lives in Delhi, then to her marriage and my relationship.
Somewhere in the flow, I found myself admitting something I hadnât expected to. “You know, when Iâm home alone, I sometimes read⌠those kinds of stories.” I chuckled, half-expecting her to change the topic. But instead, she raised an eyebrow. “Erotic ones?”
I nodded, watching her reaction. She wasnât judging – she was curious. She played with her spoon, thinking. “Iâve never really read those… never gave much thought to all this, to be honest.” That surprised me. “Never?”
She hesitated, then admitted, “I guess I never had to. But sometimes, I do wonder⌠about trying different things.”
Her voice was softer now, almost like she was testing the words on herself. It wasnât a bold statement, yet it held weight. A spark had ignited between us, one that had nothing to do with the match anymore. We barely noticed when our friends started heading back to their seats.
The stadium roared as the second innings began, but we just sat there, the conversation pulling us in deeper. The air between us had changed. A moment of silence. A glance. A decision neither of us spoke out loud.
âWant to go somewhere quieter?â I finally asked. She nodded.
As we walked toward the parking lot, my heartbeat matched the rhythm of the distant cheers. Ranjita had her car parked toward the far end, away from the busiest lanes. As we reached it, she unlocked the doors, but neither of us moved to get inside just yet.
The match continued behind us, but right now, this was the only game we cared about. I sat in the car, letting out a breath as the noise of the stadium faded into the background. The air inside felt different – charged, almost expectant. I glanced at Ranjita.
She was tapping her fingers on the steering wheel, lost in thought. After a moment, she turned to me. âSo⌠these stories you read,â she said, her voice curious. âAre they just stories, or do they remind you of something real?â
I smirked, leaning back against the seat. âSome are just fantasies,â I admitted. âBut yeah, some remind me of my moments.â She raised an eyebrow, waiting for more. I hesitated for a second before continuing.
âLike with my girlfriend⌠there have been times when things just happened – unexpected and exciting.â I paused, feeling the weight of my words. âNot just at home, but in places where we shouldnât have, where the risk made it even better.â
I glanced at her then, noticing the way she was listening. âWhat about you?â I asked, my voice steady. âIf you donât mind⌠was it ever like that with your husband?â
She let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head. âI never really thought about it that way. I mean, it was always⌠normal. Nothing out of the ordinary.â She traced the edge of the steering wheel with her fingers before looking at me again. âBut maybe⌠I should have.â
I smiled, leaning slightly closer. âYouâre beautiful, Ranjita,â I said abruptly, my voice lower. âIâm sure any man would die to be with you.â She looked at me, surprised at my words, but she didnât pull away. Instead, she held my gaze, a small, knowing smile forming on her lips.
I could see the curiosity in her eyes now, the shift in her thoughts. The conversation had turned into something else – something neither of us had planned, but both of us were starting to feel. Our gazes lingered on each other, the weight of unsaid words hanging heavily in the air.
Neither of us moved. It seemed like a test – who would give in first? My eyes fell on her lips, which parted slightly at my words. Her tongue darted out briefly, moistening them before she spoke again. “It’s been a long time since anyone called me beautiful,” she whispered.
Ranjita’s chest heaved under her t-shirt, her breathing becoming heavier with every passing second. I reached out slowly. My hand reached and touched her cheek. With a gentle touch, I trailed my fingertips along her jawline, tracing the curve of her cheek until I reached her chin.
Leaning in closer, I saw her eyes flutter shut as my breath brushed against her lips. My thumb grazed her bottom lip, parting it slightly. She gasped quietly, allowing me to slip my thumb into her mouth. Her lips closed around it, warm and wet.
Our breaths mingled as our faces inched closer. My thumb slid further into her mouth, feeling the soft warmth of her tongue caressing its tip. Her lips tightened around it, sucking gently. My thumb slid slowly in and out of her mouth, mimicking what we both knew was to come.
Her eyes remained shut, her expression softening with each movement. “Does that feel good?”
“Mmm-hmm…” she moaned softly, nodding. I withdrew my thumb slowly, my heart pounding loudly in my ears. Both of us, breathing faster, leaned closer.
Our lips met, pressing together gently. My heart pounded as I tasted her- sweet and warm. Ranjita responded, her tongue slipping out to dance with mine. No rush this time. Just exploring each other’s mouths. With our lips locked, my hands wandered down to her breasts, cupping them through her shirt.
They were firm and round, fitting perfectly in my palms. She gasped into my mouth, pushing her chest out towards me, encouraging me. Ranjita arched her back, her fingers tangling in my hair as my thumbs rubbed circles over her nipples through the thin fabric of her shirt.
I moved my hands to unbutton her shirt, revealing the lacy black bra beneath. Cupping her breasts through the material. Her erect nipples strained against the delicate fabric. “Touch me,” she whispered.
I stopped the kiss and started moving down from her lips to her chin. To her jawline, kissing and licking everywhere wherever I went. My lips found their way down her neck, nibbling and kissing, leaving a trail of wetness.
I slipped my hands behind her back. With my lips and tongue, I started moving through her shoulders and reached her armpits.
“Fuck, yes.” Ranjita hissed as I pushed her bra cups aside and engulfed one nipple, then the other. My fingers continued squeezing her hard nipples while my lips and tongue spent some amazing time in her clean armpits.
After a few minutes of licking and kissing her armpits, I moved further down, kissing her hips. Then I took her in my arms and made her lay in the back seat. I sat down and started kissing and licking her navel while my fingers unbuttoned her jeans and undid her zip.
My hands hooked into her waistband and slowly peeled off her jeans, exposing the lacy black panties beneath. I paused for a moment, admiring her curves laid out before me on the car seat. I nudged her legs apart, trailing kisses along her inner thighs.
Ranjita shivered, her breath ragged as my tongue snaked out, dancing closer to the lace covering her centre. I moved a bit up to her wet panty. My tongue glided along the seam of her panties, feeling the damp heat radiating from her core.
Teasingly, I kissed around her wet spot. “Fuck, please,” she whimpered, lifting her hips off the seat. Ranjita moaned louder as my tongue dipped beneath the elastic band, finding her bare skin hotter than I imagined. My tongue flicked across her clit, coaxing a gasp from her lips.
I grasped her underwear with my teeth, pulling it down roughly. She lifted her hips to help me remove it completely. Her perfect mound greeted me, smooth and bare except for a narrow strip of trimmed dark hair. I pressed my lips to her pussy, tasting her arousal, smelling her unique musk.
She was fucking delicious. My tongue delved into her folds, seeking out every inch of her wetness. She tasted divine, better than anything I’d ever dreamed.
“More, please…” she pleaded, her voice hoarse with desire. I complied eagerly. With a growl, I buried my face between her thighs, lapping hungrily at her dripping slit. Ranjita’s fingers dug into my scalp, pulling me closer as her hips bucked uncontrollably. “Yes. Oh god, yes.”
Then she removed her hands from my scalp and held my hands which were holding her hips, while I was eating her amazing beautiful wet pussy, and guided it on her breast. I happily complied and held her boobs, and started massaging them while continuing the eating.
As I squeezed her breasts, feeling her hardened nipples between my fingers, I didn’t stop devouring her delicious pussy. Her moans grew louder, matching the throbbing sensation between my legs. My tongue plunged deep inside her cunt, worshipping her slick walls.
Her hands fisted my hair, urging me on as I devoured her. “Fuck, eat my pussy, Vicky.” she cried out, her breath coming in short pants. My tongue worked overtime, circling her clit before plunging back inside her eager hole. She was dripping wet, coating my chin and cheeks in her juices.
Her hips bucked wildly as she approached orgasm, her body tensing up in anticipation. She pulled my hair harder and started begging. “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop. Lick me, baby. Make me cum, Vicky.”
Fuck⌠her moans and begging wanted me to fuck her hard then and there, and my dick was throbbing for her, but because of space, I couldnât. So, I used my tongue to fuck her.
“I won’t stop, baby,” I groaned against her soaked cunt. “Cum for me, Ranjita. Cum on my tongue.” My middle finger teased her entrance, giving a slow, tantalizing push. My middle finger pushed deeper into her hot, tight tunnel. Her hips raised to meet me. “Oh, fuck.” she wailed, head thrashing side to side.
She then pulled my head by my hair and stopped me just before she released, and made me lay on the seat this time, and she went on her knees and saw me with a wicked smile.
With a smirk, Ranjita pulled me up onto the backseat, making me lie flat as she knelt beside me. Her eyes were fierce, burning with lust, no longer shy or hesitant. She unbuckled my belt and pulled my jeans and shorts down within seconds.
My cock sprung free, standing tall and ready. Her confidence spurred me on. She watched as I spread my legs wider, opening myself for her completely. Ranjita licked her lips, a hungry look in her eyes as she gripped my shaft firmly. She stroked my length slowly, enjoying the way precum leaked from the tip.
Her nails dug into my flesh as she fisted me harder. “Tell me how badly you want it, Vicky,” she purred, looking at me seductively. “Do you want my mouth on your cock?” Without even letting me answer, Ranjita leaned over.
I watched her tongue dart out, swirling around the head of my cock. She lapped at the precum like it was the most delicious thing she’d ever tasted.
“Fuck yes,” I groaned, my eyes locked onto hers. “I want that sexy mouth on my cock, Ranjita.” She grinned mischievously, parting her lips and taking me in inch by inch. Ranjita took me deep into her mouth, her lips wrapped tightly around my rigid cock.
She started bobbing her head, sliding her lips back and forth, while one hand cupped my balls. She then removed her mouth and tried every position to let my dick enter her inviting pussy. But because of the small car, she was unable to sit properly, so she went back and started licking again.
“Ranjita, fuck,” I groaned, my hands tugging at her hair. She hummed in pleasure, the vibrations driving me wild as she devoured my length. It wasn’t long before I shot my load inside her mouth.
I grunted as I filled her mouth, my thighs trembling and toes curling. She swallowed every drop before sucking me clean, her tongue swirling around my sensitive head. Slowly releasing my softening cock from her mouth, Ranjita wiped her lips, a pleased grin on her face.
“I need more,” Ranjita demanded, her voice heavy with lust. “Sit on my face, baby,” I said. Ranjita straddled my face, facing away from me, positioning her wet pussy directly above my mouth. She reached back, grabbing onto the back of the front passenger seat for support.
She hovered over me, her pussy inches from my mouth. My hands grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading them apart. I gazed at her glistening lips, eager to dive in once more. That’s when she properly placed her pussy in my mouth and started rubbing it slowly.
My tongue snaked out, diving into her wetness, drinking in the taste of her. “That’s it, fuck my mouth with your pretty pussy,” I muttered against her swollen clit, before sucking on it.
Ranjita’s wetness dripped onto my chin as she rode my face enthusiastically. Her juices coated my nose, ears, and cheeks, marking me thoroughly. Ranjita’s moans filled the confined space of the car as she ground her pussy against my face, riding me like a bucking bronco.
I grabbed her hips, guiding her movements, my tongue burying itself deep inside her. Within a few more minutes of fucking her with my tongue, she finally released her fountain. “Fuck.” Ranjita shouted as she squirted her hot nectar all over my face.
My eyes closed automatically to save them from getting splashed. My mouth was flooded with her squirting juices, Ranjita’s essence filling me up. She moaned my name over and over as wave after wave of her climax hit her, her body convulsing above me.
As Ranjita’s final shudder subsided, I cleaned up her juices with my tongue, relishing the lingering flavour. She finally got off my face, and I, too, sat on the backseat with my hardened dick. For one last time, I tried to enter her but was unable to. So I made her sit on my lap, positioning her ass on my dick.
As she sat, my hard dick slowly went into that tight hole, and she started slowly moving up and down. God! That was awesome. I never had an opportunity to enter such a tight asshole. While I was on my 5th hump, my phone rang, snapping me back to reality. It was my friend from the stadium.
“Yo, Vicky, where are you, man? The match is heating up.” his voice boomed through the speaker.
Thatâs when we both realized how much time had passed. We quickly fixed our clothes, stealing one last glance at each other before I told her to leave first. A few minutes later, I made my way back to my seat, trying to act normal.
“Missed a good chunk of the match, huh?” my friend smirked as I sat down. “Had to take an important call,” I said casually, suppressing a grin.
The stadium was buzzing. RCB was dominating the final overs, and the energy was electric. Someone from Ranjitaâs group, a hardcore KKR fan, turned toward us with a defeated sigh.
My friend chuckled, seeing him and said, “Told you, man. Never doubt King Kohli.” Probable they exchanged words when me and Ranjita were exchanging something else.
A few more exchanges followed – nothing beyond friendly banter about the match. Ranjita and I didnât acknowledge each other, playing our roles as strangers. But beneath that act, the weight of what had just happened still lingered.
As the final ball was bowled and RCB sealed their victory, the crowd erupted. Everyone started heading toward the exits, and by sheer coincidence, I ended up right behind Ranjita in the packed line. The rush of adrenaline still coursed through me.
Acting on impulse, I let my fingers lightly graze her back before giving a small, teasing pinch. She stiffened for half a second before tilting her head slightly, just enough for me to catch the amused smile playing on her lips.
Outside the stadium, her group walked toward the parking lot while mine made its way to the rickshaw stand. Just before parting, she slowed down, her eyes meeting mine for a moment. No words were needed. A quick exchange of numbers. A silent promise.
As I walked away, I smirked to myself, âSome victories arenât recorded on the scoreboardâ.