This is my real story and experience, from about three years ago in my city, Bangalore.
I used to commute daily for about 20 km per side from one end of Bangalore to the other and did that for about 3 years. During those times, I used ride-sharing apps to share my rides with a co-passenger. It reduced my fuel costs by a considerable margin. Also, when I didn’t feel like driving, I could always share rides with others as a passenger.
Anyway, it was a usual routine and based on the traffic, I used to take either a car or a motorcycle. In early mornings or late evenings, I used to take my motorcycle and would post my ride on the app. Those passengers who would match my ride would call me directly or message me via the app.
Once on a Friday evening, I was called to my office to rectify a bug and being the product owner, I had to report to the office despite having plans of my own. Disappointed, I posted my ride and got ready to depart. After a few minutes, I got a notification from a lady who was living not so far from me to share the ride.
I was hesitant to accept initially as I had thoughts of having some snacks on the way. So I kept the notification on hold. Two minutes later, the lady called and asked me about the ride. Hearing my hesitant tone, she requested to accept as she wasn’t getting any cabs (this was Whitefield, so cab owners declined rides because of the bad roads and rough traffic).
I understood her situation, so I accepted the ride and proceeded to her location. I was there at the pickup location, but I couldn’t find her so I gave her a call. She said she will be down in 5, so I waited.
She was about 5’5, lean yet curvy. She had short and curly hair which went well along with her figure and had a fair complexion. Strikingly she was wearing a tight skirt right about knee height and I was concerned if she would be able to sit on the back of the motorcycle. She was able to read my concern by my looks and she asked if it would be alright if she sat sideways.
I said it was alright, but I asked her why she chose to ride on a two-wheeler. She replied she wasn’t seeing any scheduled rides on the 4-wheeler and that whomever she sent a request to, wasn’t accepted. Her flat was along the west side of Whitefield, the roads were literally filled with potholes back then; even cabs refused to ply that area, so her reason was understandable.
I had also not taken the bigger bike that day because of the anticipated weekend traffic. So I had the smaller sports bike which was more convenient in the traffic. But it had a cramped back seat. I told her about the backseat situation as it would be tight sitting sideways, but she said she would manage. It was cool for both of us, so we started to travel.
While riding, we spoke about our jobs. She was in banking while I was in IT. She was from Kolkata while I was a Southie; her name was Ankita (changed) and was about my age.
After about 20 minutes, I could feel her wiggling around and sensed that she started to feel uncomfortable sitting in the back. So I asked if I should stop to which she said yes. So we stopped.
There was a cafe nearby, so I decided to buy us some tea and snacks. Whilst having tea, she said she was on the way to her friend’s house party so that explained her dress. Her boyfriend was apparently waiting for her and was pestering her to be there as soon as possible as he was there unaccompanied. She was clearly not happy with him as I could read from her facial expressions.
The guy was sending voice notes every minute. Though I couldn’t understand Bengali, his tone suggested he was the arrogant type. After the tea, we got back on the motorcycle and continued the travel. It was totally gridlocked, so I was trying my best to swerve through the gaps and get to the destination. By then, she was comfortable and she slowly had her right hand on my shoulder.
As we chatted and cursed at the traffic, she slowly leaned over to my back and shifted her hands from my shoulder to my waist and wrapped around, the typical Indian way. It was already 45 minutes and we still had halfway to go. She asked about my life, and if I was seeing someone. I wasn’t in any relationship at that time, so I replied the same and said I was in between relationships and slowly moving on. She replied, “Good, you will get the best eventually, just wait.”
I smiled, she giggled and we continued the journey. By then, her breasts were pressing on my back and I could feel her nipples. I was wearing a slim shirt, so I could feel it really well. She talked about her boyfriend, how he was over-controlling, scolding her publicly and giving her a hard time. She said he always wanted his needs and never satisfied her. I assured her it would be alright soon and by then, we were at the destination. Speaking of the devil, he was right at the gate and when she got off the bike he scolded her for being late.
I didn’t intervene in their talk, just said “Hi” to the guy and reminded Ankita to rate me on the app. I left to office and spent the rest of the evening at work.
The next day while scrolling through Whatsapp, I saw Ankita’s status and I realized that she hadn’t given me a rating till then. I replied to the status reminding her and she replied with a smile emoji.
After a few minutes, she texted back asking if I was home and if she could speak to me. I said yes and she called me. She told me that things got ugly the day at the party and that she broke off the relationship. She took a cab back home and was shaken up from the incident and the only comforting thing she could think of was our pleasant conversation over the way. She thanked me for that.
I told her to be cheerful and that if anything was needed, I would be there. I was going out for dinner in a few minutes and asked if she would want to tag along. She agreed and we went out. I figured it was better to lift her mood by going to some pubs rather than some classy restaurants, so we went to a hip pub not too far away.
We took the table at the courtyard and enjoyed the chill breeze and had a beer and a jager bomb. She was vibing to the music and I asked if she was willing to go to the dance floor. She said, “Yeah, sure” and we went. She had a blast there.
Even though I didn’t know how to dance, she made sure I was in step with her. We had a great time and went back to the table to settle up. I asked if she would like to come to my place for a bong and some cold beers to which she said sure.
When we reached home, I went to the kitchen to get some snacks and Ankita went to freshen up as we had sweat quite a bit after the dance. I heard an “Aah” and a curse from the washroom and it was Ankita. She had apparently gotten wet as I had left the 2 way tap in the shower position and didn’t forget to switch back. She asked me for a loaner shirt and I gave her one of mine, which was an XL size as I was 6’2.
I went and sat on the couch and scrolled through Instagram. Within a few minutes, she got out and was looking stunning as ever, with a baggy shirt and boxers and her curly hair tied on top. I was awestruck and couldn’t stop staring at her. She said, “What, what’s up?” with a playful smile.
I said, “Nothing.”
She came and sat by me and asked me for the lighter, and lit the cigarette. She smoked out gracefully and I was about to take a portrait of that when she realized. She giggled again, took the pillow and hit my head. I snatched it and hit her back softly.
She stood on her knees and did the same back. By then, we were laughing and acting childish. She crawled up to me and pretended to choke me. I acted through and grabbed her thighs. She lost her balance and fell back to my thighs. With an evil smile, she got up and sat across my stomach as if she dominated me. I was turned on by then.
She again crawled up to my chest this time and I could feel her warm thighs. Her boobs were perky and I could see the protruded nipples. She then pulled up the shirt and wrapped my head inside between her breasts. I felt the warm breasts between my cheeks, while I grabbed her butt. She slid down and rubbed her pussy across my hard dick. I got up, she was still clinging to me and took her to the bedroom and put her down. She lay down, arms and legs spread apart.
I took off my clothes and she teasingly did the same. I was amazed by her body, the proportioned boobs, the perfect ass, and the slightly dark pussy all gave me arousal like never before. She had little curly pubic hairs which all seemed perfect. I was amused by it and kissed it first. Then I went up and caressed her neck and kissed her lips, her ears, armpits, her boobs, and her belly.
As I went down, she grabbed my hair and pushed me down. I went right into that juicy pussy and swerved my tongue around it, and ticked her clit. She was making sounds and her body was twitching gracefully as if she was really pleased by it.
Looking up, I could see her fondle her breasts with closed eyes and bite her lips. I was really erect by now but I wanted to make sure she was well pleased. I continued for a few minutes and her moaning was getting louder. All of a sudden, she kept my head pressed down to her pussy and she squirted right onto my face. Her entire body became loose, thighs relaxed and arms free. She was smiling, still with her eyes closed but totally relaxed. I was drenched, her water on my hair and trickling onto my chest. She got up with a smile and pulled me onto the bed.
Ankita went down me, taking the 7 inches and sucking on it. I was playing around with her hair, while she rotated herself to a proper 69. I happily sucked her wet ass again and she was going balls deep and almost choking on my hard-on. She got all wet again and I reached out for the condom.
She got off me and sat cross-legged on the bed alongside me and damn that open pussy looked amazing. She asked me if I could pull out and I said, “Yeah, but no guarantees” with a smile. She giggled and got onto me again and was rubbing my dick on her hairy pussy. Even those hairs rubbing on my dick head felt amazing.
Both my hands grabbed her waist and she slowly slid my dick into her hole. It was heavenly. It was warm and felt as if an entire tight oily shroud wrapped around my dick. She was going up and down on it for about a minute or two. I was in Nirvana!
Ankita then placed her hands on my chest and leaned toward me and humped. The dick slipped, yet she put it back in gracefully while she was biting my lips. She leaned forward and her boobs were slapping on my face with her every hump. I was grabbing her butt cheeks and squishing it hard.
A few minutes later, I laid her back on the bed and I shifted up. I pulled her onto the bed edge and I thrust my dick into her. She was moaning yet smiling and rubbing her pussy. I had her legs spread out and was holding her thighs.
We went on for a few minutes and I felt a surge as if I was going to cum. I told her and pulled out. She told me to shoot it on her stomach and pussy lips. I pulled out, rubbed my dick and shot a load on the pussy.
Ankita then spread it out and rubbed her pussy hard as if she wanted to orgasm. I got down and rubbed my dick alongside her pussy and she came again.
We were totally relaxed, crawled up the bed and snuggled each other. We slept in that sticky mess for a while and went to the shower for a soapy adventure. She spent the next day as well in my place and we spooned and slept through the day.
We met each other later on till covid and took the adventures to the next level each time. It ranged from dancing cars to an open terrace. We were never committed to a serious level though, since Covid came and split us to our hometowns and Ankita’s marriage was arranged by her family during the lockdown.