This is Sanjay. I work for an IT company, and this is my first story. This is based on a true experience with my ex gf.
I am 5’10” tall and have an athletic build. Shweta and I were in a relationship for 2 years. We had broken up amicably due to some differences but worked in the same office. We had moved on with our lives. Shweta was a confident and independent young woman.
Describing Shweta, she was a dusky beauty who stood tall at 5’6.” Her long, flowing black hair cascaded down her back, accentuating her curvaceous figure. Her full, 34C breasts drew the eye, while her slim waist and full hips created a striking silhouette.
Her thighs were toned and shapely. Her buttocks were rounded and firm. Her skin, smooth and flawless, glowed with a healthy radiance. Her dark, expressive eyes, framed by well-defined eyebrows, held a world of emotions. Her perfectly proportioned nose added to the harmony of her features.
Her full lips, a perfect cupid’s bow, curved into a warm smile, revealing pearly white teeth. This incident happened one Friday evening. We were both working on different projects but had to stay late due to a deadline. Finally, it was 8’o clock when I finished my work.
I was leaving when I noticed Shweta still engrossed in her work.
Me: Still working?
Shweta: Almost done.
Me: Great, I am leaving
Shweta: Good, Happy weekend
I offered to drop Shweta home. Shweta was taken aback when I made the offer. Since our break up, we had kept it casual and rarely spoke. This was unexpected to her. I was unsure if my loneliness made the offer or if it was just a genuine one. Nevertheless, she accepted the offer. “Sure” she replied.
Shweta’s house was 15 minutes away from the office. We walked towards the parking lot. I wondered why I even offered to drop her home and why she accepted it. As Shweta got onto the bike for the first time in the day, I noticed how hot she looked.
She was wearing a red T-shirt that accentuated her figure, and her top button was open, exposing her cleavage. She was wearing skin-fitting blue jeans that highlighted her buttocks.
As we drove home, a strange anticipation was in the air, building up. The memories kept coming back where I used to drop her numerous times. Finally, we reached her home.
“Wanna come up?” she murmured.
“Just like the old times?” I replied teasingly and instantaneously, almost regretting what I had just said
“No. Not just like the old times,” she retorted.
There was an awkward silence, and I was unsure what to reply.
“Maybe another day,” I replied
“Hey. I am just inviting you for coffee. Nothing else,” she retorted
“Ok, fine,” I replied
Things were getting awkward by the minute. There was silence in the air as we walked towards the elevator. The memories went through my mind. On numerous occasions, I dropped her off, and I stayed overnight. The sleepless nights we had, etc. We entered her home, and nothing much had changed.
Shweta brought me back to the present and interrupted me by saying, “So, still a coffee person? Or have you changed?”
“Coffee it is,” I replied. “I was and will always be a coffee person.”
The conversations slowly started building, and the awkwardness started fading within minutes. The familiar scent of her perfume filled the air. The soft glow of the living room lamp casts a warm, inviting light. As we sat on the couch, the conversation flowed easily, yet there was an undercurrent of tension.
Our eyes met, a silent acknowledgement of the unspoken desire between us. The air grew thick with anticipation. The line between friendship and something more began to blur as the night wore on.
“So, are you seeing anyone?” I asked abruptly
“Why are you bothered?” Shweta replied bluntly
“Just curious,” I retorted
I suddenly started seeing Shweta in a different light. Lust was filling my mind. All of a sudden, I wanted her. I wanted to have sex with her. When we were together, we had great chemistry. The sex was awesome. The Shweta I knew was always horny and ready for sex.
But things were different now. We were no longer together. However, I could not shake the feeling of how hot she looked. What’s going on in her mind? I kept thinking? Why did she invite me for coffee? Was she feeling horny? Just like the old days? I kept wondering
“You look damm hot,” I blurted, finally mustering courage.
“Oh, that’s why you offered to drop me?” she replied playfully
I was not sure how to respond.
“Would it bother you?” I replied equally playfully
“What do you think?” She replied
Shweta was giving me mixed signals. At one end, she was playful, and at the other end, she was playing cool. I was getting filled with lust. However, being with Shweta for 2 years, I had the liberty to be honest.
“I don’t think so,” I replied.
“I think I should leave,” I replied
“So soon?” she replied
I was not sure what Shweta was up to.
“What do you have in mind? I replied, trying to play it cool
Shweta just blushed
“I either need to leave, or I want to have sex with you,” I replied. Taking some liberty to be honest with Shweta
“Here comes the truth,” Shweta replied. “Always sex in the mind”
“The Shweta I knew seemed to enjoy it,” I replied, mustering some courage
“Remember that time we…” I began, my voice barely audible.
She smiled, a knowing glint in her eye. “I remember,” she replied, her voice soft.
The air crackled with anticipation. A single touch, a lingering glance, was all it took to ignite the fire within us.
“Just for today,” she replied, making her intentions clear
I could not believe what had transpired in the last 30 minutes. What was supposed to be a lazy Friday evening was turning out to be an evening with Shweta. Shweta and I had sex many times before, but that was when we were together. It has been 2 years since then.
I noticed Shweta had a dining table in the drawing room. I made Shweta sit on the edge of the table. I gently slid my hands around her waist and grabbed her closer. I could sense her muscles tighten as my hands were around her waist. I drew her closer to me. I could sense her body’s warmth and tenderness.
Leaning over her, I slid her T-shirt upwards, revealing the smooth curve of her belly. My lips traced the contour of her navel, a gentle kiss followed by a playful lick of my tongue. A soft moan escaped her lips as her body arched slightly.
Her eyes, filled with desire, met mine. My hands, warm and eager, explored her body. With one hand, I traced the delicate curve of her waist, while with the other hand, I gently cupped her breast through the fabric of her bra. I could feel the warmth of her skin, the softness of her flesh.
As I continued to circle her navel with my tongue, I sensed her growing excitement. She reached out, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. With a gentle tug, I removed her T-shirt, revealing her breasts, full and inviting. I couldn’t resist the urge to caress them.
My hands moved slowly, savouring the moment. Shweta’s body trembled with anticipation, her moans growing louder.
“Liking it?” I asked her
“Yes,” she murmured, her eyes closed
“Just like the old times?” I asked teasingly
“You have gotten better,” she replied
Encouraged by her response, I leaned in, my lips brushing against her sensitive skin. Shweta’s body arched, a soft moan escaping her lips. Her eyes fluttered closed, her breath quickening. My hands, guided by instinct, moved to unclasp her bra.
The smooth skin of her breasts was finally exposed to the air, their gentle rise and fall mesmerizing me. I couldn’t resist the urge to caress them. My fingers traced gentle circles around her nipples. I started exploring her upper body with my tongue.
I started gently licking and sucking her navel while I gently squeezed her breasts. I was tracing circles over her nipples, alternating between squeezing them, caressing them and tracing circles over her erect nipples. With each passing moment, I started moving upward towards her breasts.
She reached out, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer. I could feel the intensity building within her, a primal urge. I started licking the bottom of her boobs, gently sucking them as I was also squeezing them. As I delved deeper, Shweta’s moans grew louder.
Her body arched with each touch. Her nails dug into my back, a silent plea for more. Slowly, I moved upwards and started kissing her neck. As I started kissing her neck, Shweta removed my T-shirt. Now, our skins were exposed. I gently sucked her neck, kissing her and licking it.
Our hands alternated between being intertwined and feeling each other’s body and skin. For the first time, I moved towards and kissed her lips. Our kiss was a whirlwind of passion, a dance of tongues. We passionately kissed each other, exploring each other with our tongues.
I kissed her face alternating between kissing her face, sucking them and licking her face. I gently lifted her and, with my warm and eager hands, explored her body. One hand traced the delicate curve of her spine while the other gently cupped her breasts.
Her breath quickened as I felt the warmth of her skin, the softness of her flesh. The air was thick with anticipation, the silence broken only by the soft sound of our breaths. I kept passionately kissing her face, neck, lips, arms, and breasts. I was alternating between kissing them and licking them and sucking them.
Shweta reciprocated with equal passion. With Shweta on the table, the position was perfect. I guided her legs over the table and gently unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. I slowly lowered them, and her beautiful hips and thighs, covered by a red panty, were revealed.
Shweta cooperated by lifting her waist as I slid her jeans down, exposing her lower body. Raising her legs, I placed them over the table and started planting kisses over her legs. I was simultaneously caressing her legs and thighs with my hands as I kissed and licked her legs.
I started with her ankles and gently licked around her silver anklets. I kissed calf muscles and gently licked them with my tongue. As my tongue rolled over her legs, Shweta let out gentle moans, indicating that she liked it. My head was placed between her legs as I kissed, sucked and licked her inner thighs.
With each lick and kiss, I moved closer to her panty. With the tip of my tongue, I started tracing the contours of her panty, planting kisses, licking it and gently sucking her hole over her panty. Shweta’s eyes fluttered closed as shivers ran down her spine.
Soft moans escaped her lips as my tongue danced across her sensitive skin. She arched her back, inviting me deeper. Her hands instinctively reached for me, pulling me closer. With each touch, each kiss, her excitement grew, building to a crescendo of pure ecstasy.
“Do you like this, baby?” I whispered, my voice barely audible
“Yes, love,” she replied.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked her
“Please don’t,” she replied, almost pleading.
Encouraged by her response, I continued licking and sucking her panty as my hands started tracing gentle circles over her erect nipples. My face was buried over her pussy as Shweta held my head tightly, almost pushing it further towards her.
My hands kept exploring her upper body, squeezing her boobs, tracing her nipples and feeling her navel. I could feel the heat radiating from her body. My hands skimmed along her sides. I traced the curve of her hips before finding their way to the soft skin of her stomach.
I now slowly proceeded to lower her panty. Letting out gentle moans and fluttering her eyes, Shweta raised her waist, inviting me to remove her panty. Encouraged by her movement, I quickly pulled down her panty, revealing her soft and juicy pussy.
I could see that she was already wet. Shweta was completely naked, and I was aroused. I already had an erection. I started kissing her all over her body, caressing her with my fingers. Gently squeezing her breasts, I kissed her passionately, starting with her legs, calf muscles, and inner thighs.
I gently licked her vulva with the tip of my tongue and then flicked my tongue vigorously over it. I was kissing and sucking her vulva with alternating rhythms. I could sense that each touch brought out a different response from her. Sometimes, they were soft moans. Sometimes, they were hard grunts.
But I could thoroughly sense she was enjoying it. Her eyes were closed as if she was lost in the moment. Seeing Shweta enjoying it gave me immense pleasure. I continued kissing her navel, sucking her waist, kissing her breasts. I lifted her and hugged her tightly.
I kissed her neck and started sucking her neck, arms and shoulders. We kissed each other passionately, our tongues intertwined. I traced my hands behind her. I rolled my fingers over her hair, kissing her ear lobes, kissing her face, her eyes, nose, licking them and sucking them.
Her boobs were tightly pressed against my chest. Each touch, each kiss, was a shared moment of intimacy. I felt a deep connection with her, a bond forged in passion. As I explored her body, I was not just satisfying a physical desire but also nurturing a deeper emotional connection.
Her pleasure was my pleasure, her joy, my joy. In that moment, time stood still, and the world faded away. All that mattered was her and the intensity of the moment. As I delved deeper, I could feel her surrender, her complete trust in me.
As our bodies intertwined, a sense of urgency grew between us. Shweta’s hands, once gentle and caressing, became bold and purposeful. With a swift movement, she reached for my jeans, her eyes locked onto mine, a silent question in her gaze. Her fingers are unbuttoned and unzipped, revealing what lies beneath.
Her eyes widened with desire. She leaned in, her breath warm against my skin. She reached for my underwear while I swiftly pulled it down, revealing my big boner for the first time. I was thoroughly lubricated with pre cum oozing out of my dick.
“Are you ready?” I gently whispered
Shweta gently nodded in anticipation. We were both lost at the moment. The height of the table was perfect. As Shweta parted her legs, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement. I pulled her closer, our bodies pressed together and kissed her gently.
Her lips were soft, her taste sweet. With a gentle hand, I traced the curve of her spine, a shiver running through her as my touch ignited a spark within her. I positioned myself, my heart pounding in my chest. As I slowly entered her, a soft moan escaped her lips.
The feeling of her warmth, her tightness, sent a wave of pleasure through me. Her hands tightened around my neck, pulling me closer. I kissed her deeply, our tongues dancing in a passionate embrace. The sensation of her body, the rhythm of our movements, was intoxicating.
We were lost in the moment, our bodies moving as one. For the next few minutes, I kept penetrating her as I kissed her, licked her and sucked her body. We moved as one perfectly in synch, savouring the moment. We were thoroughly lubricated.
With each penetration, we started going deep. Shweta kept pressing my waist towards her. I penetrated her as deep as I could. I could feel her vaginal muscles getting tight around my dick as I penetrated her. This continued for a few minutes as we fucked each other. We were in tandem.
We were feeling each other’s souls as our hands explored each other’s bodies and lips explored each other. Our bodies are tightly pressed against each other. As our bodies moved in perfect harmony, a symphony of pleasure filled the air. Her soft moans echoed in the room, a melody that sent shivers down my spine.
I could feel her heart pounding against mine. Her breath quickened with each thrust. Her eyes closed in ecstasy. I traced the curve of her neck, my lips lingering on her skin. The taste of her, the feel of her, was intoxicating. As we reached our peak, the world seemed to stand still.
The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, a rush of pleasure that left us breathless and spent. Slowly, the penetration gained momentum, and I was ready to ejaculate. “I am getting close,” I murmured, my voice barely a whisper. Shweta’s eyes, heavy-lidded with pleasure, were half-closed.
A soft moan escaped her lips as she nodded, her breath ragged. “What do you want me to do?” I asked her again. She could barely speak, “Please go ahead,” her voice barely audible. I tightened my grip on her waist, pulling her closer. As I thrust deeper, I could feel her body responding.
Her muscles clenching and releasing. The room was filled with our bodies moving together, a rhythmic symphony of passion. With a final, powerful thrust, I released myself deep inside her. A wave of euphoria washed over us, and we lay there, breathless and spent.
The world seemed to fade away as we surrendered to the moment, our bodies intertwined, our souls connected. As there was a release of my juices into her, we hugged each other, enjoying the evening of what had just transpired.
We switched positions and fucked each other in different positions, which I will explain in a different story. I hope you like this. Please provide your comments to [email protected]