It was my first time writing a story, so please bear with me.
Life’s weird sometimes. The best moments sneak up on you when you least expect them—like this one.
I’m Arjun (name changed), 26, originally from Hyderabad but living in Houston. In August 2022, I visited some friends in New York, just vibing on a random weekday. Nothing special, just another lazy afternoon. Bored out of my mind, I grabbed my phone and swiped on Bumble.
That’s when I matched with Meera. She was 29, North Indian, and straight-up gorgeous (36-29-36). The kind of woman who makes you do a double take. We started chatting, and the conversation was smooth and effortless. She was funny, sharp, and had this playful energy that kept me hooked.
We texted on and off for a couple of weeks. But every time I tried to make plans, she dodged them. I figured she either wasn’t that into me or liked the attention. No big deal. I wasn’t stressing over it. Life kept moving, and soon enough, I got a new job in Houston and packed up my life in Boston.
Two weeks after moving, I was finally settling in—a new job, a new city, and the same routine. Then, out of nowhere, my phone lit up late on a Friday night.
A FaceTime call. From Meera.
I almost didn’t answer. But curiosity got the best of me, and I picked up.
There she was—tipsy, hair slightly messy, in a maroon dress that hugged every curve just right. Her eyes had that lazy, flirty look. She was smirking like she knew exactly what she was doing to me.
“You should’ve met me when you had the chance,” she teased, her voice a little slurred but still ridiculously sexy.
I raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? And whose fault is that?”
She shrugged. “Maybe I wasn’t sure before. Maybe I am now.”
Something about the way she said it made me pause. Drunk texts are one thing, but a drunk FaceTime? That felt different.
“You’re in New York. I’m in Houston. Bit late for regrets, don’t you think?” I joked, testing the waters.
She tilted her head, running a hand through her hair. “You could always come back.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “Right. Let me just hop on a plane real quick.”
But as soon as I said it, the idea lodged itself in my head. Something in her voice made me take her seriously. By morning, I was on a flight back to New York. When I landed, I texted her. This time, she didn’t hesitate.
We met at a bar. She was even more breathtaking in person—5’6”. With curves that could make a man lose his mind, skin smooth as silk, and dark brown eyes filled with mischief.
When I told her I flew in just for her, she laughed. “Are you serious?”
“Dead serious.”
The drinks flowed, the conversation sparked, and the tension between us was undeniable. By the time we walked to her apartment, the air between us was erotic.
“I should probably get going,” I said, testing the moment.
She hesitated, her eyes flickering with something unreadable. Then, she whispered, “Come inside for a minute.”
I followed her in.
The apartment was dimly lit, carrying the soft scent of vanilla and something distinctly hers. No roommates. No distractions.
She handed me a bottle of water. Our fingers brushed.
I set the bottle down. “Meera,” I murmured.
She turned, and before I could say anything else, she pulled me in, pressing her lips against mine.
I groaned, deepening the kiss, feeling her melt against me. My hands slid down, gripping her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space between us.
Her fingers tangled in my hair, nails scraping my scalp as she kissed me like she’d been waiting for this forever.
I backed her against the wall, letting my hands roam, feeling the heat of her skin through the fabric of her dress. I kissed down her jaw, nipping at her neck, making her gasp.
“You smell fucking incredible,” I growled against her skin, inhaling the mix of floral perfume and the raw scent of her arousal.
She arched into me, her breath hitching. “Do you always talk this much?”
I smirked, brushing my lips along her jaw. “Only when I’m savouring something this sweet.”
My hands slid down, fingertips tracing the edge of her dress. I leaned in, my lips brushing her ear as I whispered, “Take it off.”
A shiver ran through her. Holding my gaze, she slowly pulled the straps down her shoulders, the fabric sliding inch by inch, teasing me until it pooled at her feet. She stood there in nothing but delicate lace lingerie—barely there. The fabric hugged her curves, her nipples already hard beneath the thin material.
“Fuck,” I exhaled, eyes devouring every inch of her. My cock throbbed against my jeans, the sight of her making me ache.
She bit her lip. “Your turn.”
Her hands found my shirt, unbuttoning it slowly, torturously. Her fingers barely touched my skin, enough to make me crave more. When she pushed it off my shoulders, she trailed her nails down my chest, over my abs. She stopped at my belt.
I couldn’t wait any longer. Gripping her hips, I lifted her effortlessly against the wall. She gasped, wrapping her legs around me, her heat pressing against my hard dick.
I kissed her hard, grinding against her just enough to feel the wetness seeping through her panties. She moaned into my mouth, her nails digging into my back.
“You’re teasing,” she breathed, rolling her hips against me, desperate for more.
“Maybe,” I murmured against her skin, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck. I reached behind her, unhooking her bra in one swift motion.
The lace fell away. I pulled back just enough to take in the sight of her bare breasts—full, perfect, her nipples already stiff with need.
“Fuck, Meera,” I groaned, running my thumbs over them, watching her shiver at the touch.
She whimpered as I cupped them, squeezing just enough to make her bite her lip. I rolled one nipple between my fingers, teasing, tugging, before lowering my mouth to it.
The moment my lips wrapped around her nipple, she gasped, back arching as I sucked hungrily, flicking my tongue over the sensitive bud. Her hands tangled in my hair, tugging me closer, urging me on.
I switched to the other, giving it the same attention—licking, sucking, teasing—until she was panting, her body grinding against me desperately.
Her hand fumbled with my belt, yanking it open, fingers working quickly to free me. The second she wrapped her hand around my cock, even through my jeans, I groaned against her skin, sucking harder.
“Fuck, Arjun,” she moaned, stroking me through the fabric.
I lifted my head, eyes dark with hunger. “Bed. Now.”
She didn’t argue.
I carried her there, dropping her onto the bed, watching as she sprawled out beneath me, her chest rising and falling with anticipation.
I kissed down her body, slow and deliberate, taking my time to explore every inch. I nipped at her thighs, my fingers tracing over the soaked lace covering her core.
“God, you’re already so wet for me,” I murmured.
She whimpered. “Stop teasing.”
I smirked. “Beg for it.”
She let out a frustrated groan, but when I pulled away slightly, her pride crumbled. “Arjun, please…”
That was all I needed.
I hooked my fingers into her panties, dragging them down and tossing them aside. I spread her legs, pressing a kiss against her inner thigh before finally tasting her.
The moment my tongue flicked over her clit, she gasped, her back arching. I worked her slowly at first, teasing, savouring the way she trembled beneath me.
She moaned, grinding against my mouth, desperate for more. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer.
I slid a finger inside her, curling it just right, feeling her tighten around me.
“Arjun… fuck,” she gasped, her legs shaking.
I didn’t stop until she shattered beneath me, her moans filling the room as she came, her body convulsing with pleasure.
Before she could even catch her breath, I moved up, capturing her lips as I reached for a condom.
She stopped me, grabbing it from my hands and rolling it onto me.
Her legs wrapped around me, pulling me in. I positioned myself at her entrance, teasing her just a little more before slowly pushing inside.
We both groaned as I filled her, the heat of her surrounding me, gripping me like she never wanted to let go.
Her nails clawed at my back, her breath hot against my ear. “More,” she whispered.
I obeyed.
Our bodies moved in sync, desperate, needy. Her moans turned into gasps, her legs tightening around me as I thrust deeper, harder.
“Fuck, you fill me up so good,” she whimpered.
“Your pussy is perfect,” I groaned, gripping her hips, holding her still as I took her the way I knew she wanted.
She came first, crying out my name, trembling beneath me. The way she clenched around me pushed me over the edge, and with a deep groan, I followed, losing myself in the most intense pleasure I’d ever felt.
We lay there for a moment, bodies still tangled, our breaths gradually slowing. The soft glow of the city lights slipped through her curtains, casting shadows over her bare skin. I traced my fingers along her stomach, feeling the faint tremor still running through her.
She turned her head, smirking. “Again?”
I let out a low chuckle, shaking my head. “You’re insatiable.”
She bit her lip, her dark brown eyes gleaming with mischief. “So are you.”
Before I could respond, she rolled over, straddling me, her heat pressing down against my still-sensitive cock. Her fingers ran over my chest, her nails grazing my skin.
I groaned. “Meera…”
She smirked, rocking her hips slowly. “Still think you can keep up?”
I grabbed her waist, flipping her beneath me in one swift motion. She let out a surprised gasp, but the grin never left her lips.
“Guess we’ll find out,” I murmured before capturing her lips again.
As much as I wanted to stay in bed, an idea crept into my mind. Without warning, I scooped her up, carrying her across the room.
“Where are we going?” she asked breathlessly.
I smirked. “You’ll see.”
I set her down on the edge of her desk, my hands resting over her thighs. The cool wood against her bare skin sent a shiver through her. Her legs instinctively spread for me, her arousal glistening in the dim light.
I reached for the condom box she had conveniently placed on the desk earlier, tore one open, and rolled it on.
“Turn around,” I ordered, my voice rough with need.
She bit her lip but obeyed, placing her hands on the desk arching her back slightly. I slid my hands over her hips, down the curve of her ass, before positioning myself at her entrance.
“Ready?”
She turned her head slightly, giving me a look so full of desire it made my cock twitch. “Stop teasing.”
I pushed inside her in one slow, deliberate thrust.
She moaned, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk as I filled her. I pulled back, then thrust in again, harder this time. The angle was perfect—I could feel her tighten around me with every movement.
“Fuck,” she gasped, her body shuddering.
I gripped her hips, setting a steady rhythm, each thrust sending a delicious ripple through her body. The sound of our skin meeting filled the air, mingling with her moans.
“You like this?” I growled, running a hand up her spine and pulling her hair gently.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Don’t stop.”
I didn’t. I fucked her hard, deep, watching as she lost herself in pleasure. When I reached down and rubbed slow, teasing circles over her clit, she tensed beneath me.
“I’m—oh god, I’m gonna—”
Her words broke off into a cry as she came, her walls clenching around me so tight I nearly lost it right there.
I kept thrusting, chasing my release, and with a few more deep strokes, I groaned, emptying myself inside the condom, my grip on her hips tightening.
We both stayed there for a moment, catching our breath, before I pulled out and turned her around, capturing her lips in a slow, lingering kiss.
She smiled against my lips. “You’re full of surprises.”
I smirked. “We’re just getting started.”
I sat back on her desk chair, watching as she climbed into my lap, her legs straddling me, her heat pressed against my semi-hard length.
She reached down between us, stroking me gently and started to lick my dick and suck the life out of me. Then she reached for another condom, rolling it on my now hard dick. Then, gripping my shoulders, she slowly lowered herself onto my cock, taking me inch by inch until she was fully seated.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” she whispered, rolling her hips in slow, deliberate circles.
I leaned back, watching her, mesmerized by the way she moved—how her breasts bounced with every motion, how her nails dug into my shoulders as she rode me.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I muttered, squeezing her ass, guiding her movements.
She smirked, leaning in to kiss me, biting my lip before moving faster, her hips rocking against mine in perfect rhythm.
I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth, making her whimper.
“Oh, fuck, Arjun,” she gasped, grinding harder, chasing her pleasure.
I gripped her waist, thrusting up into her, meeting her movements. Her moans grew louder, her breathing ragged as she got closer and closer.
Now, I pulled out, and her threatening look was unforgettable. But I had other plans as I lifted her in my arms and threw her in the bed and flipped her and spanked her ass.
This time, I pulled her close from behind, pressing kisses along her shoulder as I reached between her thighs.
She whimpered at the contact, her body already responding.
I pressed the head of my cock against her entrance, teasing her. “Ready?”
She arched her back, pushing against me. “Yes.”
I slid inside her slowly, savouring the way she stretched around me. My arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close as I started thrusting in deep, slow strokes.
Her fingers clutched at mine, our bodies perfectly moulded together.
“God, you feel amazing,” I whispered in her ear, biting her lobe gently.
She moaned, pushing her hips back against me, matching my rhythm.
I reached down, rubbing slow circles over her clit, feeling her body tighten in response.
“Come for me,” I growled, gripping her hips tighter.
That was all it took. She let out a strangled moan, her body tensing as she fell apart around me.
The way she clenched around me sent me over the edge, too. I groaned against her skin, holding her tightly as I emptied myself into the condom, my entire body pulsing with pleasure.
We both collapsed on the bed. I ran my fingers through her hair, kissing her temple softly. “Damn,” I murmured.
She laughed breathlessly. “That was… intense.” And she turned her head slightly, smiling. “Now, I’m officially done.”
I chuckled, pulling her closer. “We’ll see about that in the morning.”
She smirked but said nothing, letting sleep take over.
With this, I end my story! We met a few times again, and every experience was more intense than the others.
Please reach out with any feedback, as I wanted to write more about my experiences. Also, if any ladies/girls want to meet, please get in touch with me.
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