Hey! I’m Vish. I haven’t been updating you guys with my stories lately since ‘I let the cab driver fuck me.’ But here’s one from one and a half years ago.
Aastha is a friend of a friend whom I’ve known for many years but didn’t really talk to. One time, I approached her, and we went for a walk. Since that day, we’ve been close friends. With time, her touches became very intimate.
The way she hugs me, touches my hand during conversations and when she holds my arm while we walk together. Since the first meeting, walking together in the evening had become a thing. During this phase, we lived in the same society. Afterwards, she moved to a different one.
Our meetings became occasional. Our subtle flirting remained constant even though we didn’t meet as often. After a while, close to her birthday, I was invited to her house for the party. She lived with three of her friends who had arranged a great evening. I had fun, talked with her friends and had some cake.
After the party, it was time for me to go. Aastha insisted to accompany me to the cab and see me off. She was casually holding my hand while we waited for the lift, and we kept talking. She was complaining about some of her friends who she didn’t like but had to invite out of courtesy.
We entered the lift, and she kept going on about how her friend would have felt left out if not invited. She was holding my hand firmly throughout. It was nothing new or different. We hold hands casually all the time. Or I am too naive to understand that every time she holds my hands, it’s intimate in a way.
Some people convey things through physical touch. Anyway, that day, in the lift, I kept watching her mouth move as she talked. I squeezed her hand unconsciously. She was surprised and asked, “What happened?”
“Nothing,” I replied. She looked puzzled. I continued, “I had fun today, and you look great.” Honestly, guys, I just meant to talk about the party, but somehow, I blabbed. She smiled and said, “Thank you. So, yeah, I was saying,” and she continued with her talk.
Some of her hair was wet as she had just washed cake off her face. She didn’t dry off neatly, so her face was also glazed with water droplets. There was also a fresh glow on her face, and she had managed to reapply her lipstick. Her neck was also wet because she had to clean the cake off of there, too.
The water droplets had rolled down her neck all the way to her cleavage, where they met the deep V-neck of her dress. Her dress was peach in colour and had a skirt-like design that ended 5 inches above her knees.
The lift opens up, and we walk out. “She does look really good today,” is what I’m thinking as we walk out.
Me – Nobody danced today. We should have danced.
Aastha – You wanted to dance?
Me- Yeah, of course. There was music we could have.
Aastha – We, as in you and me we?
Me – Haha, obviously. Do you think I would choose a different dance partner if you were there?
Aastha – So what’s the problem? Let’s dance here.
Me – Here?
Aastha says, “Yup,” and stretches her arms, giving me the cue to pull her. I do so, she comes close, and my hands land on her waist. I didn’t waste a second and leaned in to kiss her. She didn’t kiss me back. I kept on going, hoping she would agree with me.
But she didn’t. She pulled back. I immediately apologised and began explaining myself. She was shocked, didn’t speak a word and started walking back to her flat. I stood there watching her go.
It took me a second to react and follow her. I pulled her hand and said, “Hey, please forgive me. I didn’t intend to do anything against your wish.”
Aastha – You did nothing against my wish.
Me – So, why are you angry?
Aastha – I’m not.
Me – So then, why are you running away?
Aastha – I don’t know.
Me – You don’t like me that way, isn’t it?
She replies with silence. Standing in front of me with arms crossed and looking down. I notice that the wind is messing with her skirt. “It’s windy. Let’s sit over there,” I said, pointing at the bench in the corner of the building. It seemed like the building would block the wind and won’t bother her.
We sat down, and I said to her, “I’m sorry that I took the wrong cue. It wasn’t my intention to hurt you.”
Aastha: It’s just that I haven’t really thought how this would affect our friendship.
Me: You are right, it could affect our friendship. But right now, I can’t…
I got interrupted by a sudden gust of wind that blew her skirt up. It folded the skirt over her thigh, revealing more of her long legs. I immediately brushed the fabric with my hands. I kept my hand on her thigh so that the wind wouldn’t blow it again. “I’m taking care of it, don’t worry,” I said.
She chuckled and kept looking at my face. Something was on her mind, it seemed. Suddenly, I blurted, “Maybe not asking is what I did wrong. Can I kiss you?” She didn’t respond. She looked at me and didn’t say a word. “So that’s a no, I believe.”
Next thing, her head started moving towards me. Her lips were getting closer to mine. She was about to kiss me. I couldn’t believe it. Her lips touched mine. It felt electric. Our lips began to synchronise, devouring each other. As the kiss got sloppier, blood started rushing through my veins down there.
In no time, I was hard under my pants. My hand, which was gently placed on her right thigh, slowly brushed the length of her dress up as high as possible. Revealing the entirety of her sexy long legs. Exploiting the ease of access, my hand slid and moved down, reaching under her thigh.
At the tip of my fingers, I feel the fabric of her underwear. I reach the junction where both her thighs meet. The only two things stopping my fingers from touching her pussy are her crossed legs and her underwear. I do not attempt to touch there. Instead, I grip her thigh really hard.
Such that I was pinching a huge part of her muscles around her sensitive area. I slid my hand down to her knees, then moved it back up. This time, I slid my hand between her legs. My hand moved up, parting her legs apart. She shivers and breaks the kiss. My grip on her thigh loosens.
“Do you want to go back up?” asks Aastha. I replied, “But don’t you have your friends at your house?”
“Who said anything about going to my room? Come with me,” she grabs my hand, and we walk to the lift. We get in the lift and she takes us to the terrace. We exit through a small iron door, and we reach the terrace. Heavy breeze and open sky, with a great view.
She walks ahead of me and sits beside a TV antenna. I follow her and sit beside her. “This is where I come when I can’t sleep at night,” says Aastha. “It’s peaceful and beautiful up here,” I say.
I hold her face with my hand, turn her towards me and kiss her. We kiss for a while and then I interrupt, “I must give you another gift on this special day.”
Aastha: What’s that?
Me: Stand up for me.
Aastha stands. I kneel in front of her. I place my hand gently on both her calves and slide my hands up her legs together. I grab both her thighs and kiss the front part of her thighs on both legs. I move my head up, leaving a trail of kisses on her thighs. I reach for her pussy and kiss it from above her underwear.
I slide my hands up her ass and pull her her panties down to her ankles. I feel the wetness of her pussy with my fingers. They are touching her from behind as my hands are wrapped around her legs. I take her panties off her ankles, let the cool breeze hit her pussy.
I can feel it when it does because she shivers every time. I took the panties and slid them in my pocket. I grab her ankles tightly and spread her legs apart with my strength. She loses balance and holds on to the wall beside her. I slide two fingers in and begin finger fucking her.
My mouth finds her clit and sucks on it while I am fingering her down there. I can hear her moan. I bet she’s enjoying me under her skirt on this rooftop with this amazing view and cold breeze. I was enjoying her juices and moans. She was soaked, and so were my fingers.
Juices rolled down her thighs. I scooped them with my fingers and slid them back inside her. Her legs began to shake, and I knew she was close. I didn’t stop. She kept moaning, “Don’t stop, Don’t stop.” So I didn’t. I kept licking her and fingering her. Her body twitched. I knew she had cum.
But as a good guy, I did what she asked. I didn’t stop. She began shivering, and she sat down. I paused. I licked some juices off her thighs and went back to eating her out. As soon as I touch the clit she shouts, “Stop, stop, stop. I’m sensitive.”
“Look, baby. You can walk, right?” I ask with confidence, not concern. “Yeah, of course,” she replied. “Then I’ll only stop when you can’t.” I slid my fingers back inside her, and I started slow. I keep checking how she is responding. When she’s loosened up and not shivering, I start going harder on her.
I kiss her and start fingering her harder. You could hear my palm slap on her abdomen when my fingers go deep in her. I wanted to get her to a second orgasm. But I didn’t feel that second orgasm build-up. I made her stand up and turn around. Then bent her over the slab we were sitting on.
I lifted her skirt, and damn, did I love the view. I controlled my desire to spank her. But what I didn’t control was my desire to fuck her. I pulled my dick out and touched the pussy with my finger, then rubbed the juices on my dick. Prepping it for her. Then I slide it in. And start ramming her immediately.
Going deep, giving hard strokes. The cold breeze just made it so much better and made me feel even more energetic. I saw her phone vibrate. But I switched it to silent, and we kept fucking. I pulled her up, turned her around and made her sit on my lap.
She rode me as I watched her boobs bounce up and down inside her dress, aged by her bra. But her bra and neckline were so perfect they revealed just enough of her boobs. We fucked while kissing. I announced it when I was close. She pulled my dick out and still sat on my lap.
I cum on her thighs and sprayed a little on her dress too. We sat down again. I didn’t give her panties back. I kept it. We talked for a full 30 minutes. And then I asked her, “You can walk, right?”
Aastha: (Smiling) I had 3 orgasms.
Me: I felt only one.
Aastha: I didn’t need to tell you that, but I still did. Be satisfied with what you know.
Me: Alright, love.
She walked barefoot, and I carried her sandals in my hand. She got off on the fifth floor, and I headed home.
There is more to this story. If you want more parts, do let me know at [email protected]. If I made you horny or orgasm, let me know that as well. It keeps me motivated. Thanks.