It had been a couple of months since my breakup and finally, I was starting to move on. I was hitting the gym regularly and playing football on the weekends to channel all my pent-up sexual energy into some form of physical activity but my desires were getting the better of me.
On one such night when I was feeling horny, I decided to distract myself and go for a drive. I left the city limits behind and was cruising on the highway when I stopped my car to take a break. I took a small time-lapse of the vehicles cruising by and posted it with the caption, “Fallen by the wayside alone, as the world passes by”.
It was 12:25 am and my phone pinged. It was a reply to my reel. It reads, “You’re never alone, can always find fellow travellers along the way.” My heart skipped a beat, it was a text from someone I hadn’t spoken to in ages.
Sreelekha was one of the few friends I made on an anonymous chatting app several years back. She was a hot and busty Bengali girl. We had hit it off and used to talk a lot. Even had phone sex a few times which involved her sharing pics in hot pieces of lingerie. We never met as she had moved to Dubai but kept in touch on and off. But we had never got the chance to meet in real life.
I replied: Haha, long time
Sreelekha: Yes indeed, I am in town and so bored.
Me:: Let’s catch up sometime this weekend if you’re still around.
Sreelekha: How about tonight, looks like you need some company and I would love a long drive.
Me: Send me your location, I will call you when I am there.
I was doing 120 km/hr on the empty highway. Something was telling me that my dry spell might end sooner than I thought.
Now, Sreelekha was the epitome of a bong beauty. She had butter smooth skin, big large expressive eyes, boobs that can make men go weak in their knees and a tushy that can give a Columbian model some tough competition. But what made the hot Bengali girl irresistible was her fiercely independent and ambitious nature, so driven in life and knowing what she wanted.
Ever since I knew her, I wanted to pin her down and make her soul surrender to me as I feast on that beautifully crafted Bengali body.
With these thoughts, I had reached her apartment, pinged her and was dying to see her arrive. Just as I was putting my parking mode on, I saw her approaching the car. She was wearing a blue tank top that allowed a beautiful view of her belly button couple with beige-coloured shorts that ended barely a few centimetres below her vagina giving a perfect view of her thick thighs. I could feel all the blood rushing down to my manhood now.
I opened my door, looked at her, and spread my arms wide open. All of the big burly 6’0 of me was now embracing the voluptuous 5’3 of her. It was then that I felt a weird sensation around my midriff. I realized it was those 34D boobs, squashing against my body with no bralette in between.
She was wearing Chanel 5 and it was intoxicating me into a trance. I let go of the embrace and told her, “Looks like you didn’t get enough time to dress” while peeping at her boobs.
My hot Bengali friend caught on to what I was referring to and said, “I want you to remember our first meeting forever.”
I smiled and opened the passenger side door for her to get in. She turned and looked at me and I swear that look would make teenage boys orgasm. There was a twinkle in her eyes, a shine that women emanate when they are expecting to be ravaged by a man.
I shut the door and thought to myself, “Beta Jay, it’s good that you didn’t stop carrying condoms in your wallet after the breakup.”
As we started driving away, I told her how ravishing she was looking and she smiled and tried putting the seatbelt on. The seatbelt was passing right through the middle of her cleavage, giving a clear view of both those perky tits. She startled me by saying, “Eyes on the road, Jay” and that’s when I realized that I was shamelessly ogling at her boobs.
I looked forward with a smirk and said, “I shouldn’t be driving with you beside me, might kill someone. My apartment is only a few blocks away, we could go there and grab a drink.”
The busty Bengali girl was hesitant and said how much she was looking forward to the long drive tonight. I replied, “You will still get a long ride tonight, I promise.”
She knew the ride I was talking about involved her sitting on my manhood and bouncing like there was no tomorrow.
We had reached, I parked my car and showed her toward the elevator. I let her walk slightly in front of me because I wanted a hard long look at that tight tushy which swayed like the pendulum of an old clock. My hands were itching to land a spank on that booty and my junior was now starting to throb.
As soon as we entered the empty elevator, I landed a hard spank on her ass. She cried out in pain and looked at me as the elevator door shut. She said she didn’t want to come to my apartment anymore and tried reaching for the elevator button. But I pressed the stop button before she could.
I grabbed her by the waist, pulled her close to me, picked her up by her ass and let her wrap her legs around my waist. Her resistance only lasted for a couple of seconds. Our lips were now tasting each other, our tongues rolling around each other.
We came out of the lip lock and I started kissing and pecking all over her neck. I had now let her down and pinned her to the wall of the elevator. With one hand, I pulled up her tank top which revealed the best pair of boobs I had ever seen. She was trying to cover her sexy Bengali tits. But I moved her hand away and both my hands now were pinning her hands on the elevator wall.
Soon, my mouth got to work. I was sucking on those milky melons like a hungry man ravages on a plate of biriyani. All she could do now was moan, “Aaaahhh Jay, slowly.”
I moved to the other tit. This time, I bit her nipples so hard that she yelled in pain and pushed me away. I felt like a predator who was being stopped from feasting on his prey. I turned and pressed the elevator button to floor 7.
As we were on our way up, I picked up her tank top and kept it in my pocket. I now turned my glare on her, looked at her intensely and grabbed her throat. She choked and was looking at me apologetically as I asked her what did she think was going to happen to her tonight.
She replied, “I am going to be your slut tonight, Sir”. That was what I loved to hear.
The elevator door opened just as it struck 2 am on the clock. I picked her, one hand around her back and the other under her knees. The CCTV cameras were seeing me carry a half-naked woman down the corridor to my apartment but neither of us cared.
Please show your love and encourage me to come up with part 2 of amazing sex with the hot Bengali girl. The action is just getting started, haha.