Hello, everyone. This is my second sex story after, ‘An encounter before starting our jobs.’ This story is fictional, and the intent is to entertain you and engage your sexual awareness. A little about me: I am a 27-year-old, 6 ft tall and lean techie based out of Bangalore.
Let’s get started. This story starts with a girl named Urja. She is 25 years old, and her stats are 34-28-34. She is living in a PG in Bangalore.
From Urja’s perspective:
I came to Bangalore some 7 months back. But I have been on and off in this city, going back home to Delhi. Working from home was common at my company. I love spending Diwali and Holi at home.
This time, I came back to Bangalore after Holi. My girl gang decided that we should go to a pub and get sloshed. I agreed, as it was Saturday, and I had time to kill. I got ready and all dressed up in a red dress and high heels with a matching shade of deep red lipstick.
I was wrapped in my perfume. My scent would seduce anyone who would pass me. I got a cab in one go, a rare occurrence in everyday Bangalore life. I stepped out of my room, and at that moment, the power went away. I took the stairs as the lift was not operational.
I was climbing down the flight of stairs from the second floor, but my heel broke, and I fell. I was a mess, crying in pain. My ankle was hurting so much that a boy stepped out of his room on the first floor. He was shocked to see me lying like that on the floor.
He immediately helped me to get back on my feet. He put my arms around his shoulders and helped me stand. It was painful. I couldn’t stand on my own. I told him I was hurt and the pain was too much. He took me in his arms. He took me to his room and put me in his bed.
He opened his cupboard to get a spray and sprayed it on my legs. I was still crying, and the tears were ruining my makeup. He offered me water. He said we should go to the hospital and he would book a cab. I told him that I had booked a cab; it was there below, waiting to take me to a pub.
In the meantime, the cab driver had called me 6-7 times. There was a call again, and he picked it up and told the cab driver that we needed to go to the hospital. I couldn’t walk on my own. Seeing the struggle, he said, “Let me pick you up and take you down.”
He took me in his arms and brought me to the cab. He told the cab driver to take us to the hospital. I had some bruising on my arms, and my ankle was twisted. I was still in pain. One of my girlfriends called. I told her what happened. She said she would come to the hospital.
While we were driving to the hospital, I asked the guy his name. He told me his name was Tushar, and he was from Gurgaon. He tried to distract me from the pain by keeping the conversation going. We reached the hospital, and doctors checked me and asked for an X-ray.
After the X-ray, they didn’t find any fractures, but they asked me to take bed rest for a week. They gave me a couple of painkillers and wrapped my ankle in a crepe bandage. Tushar was really kind, and he was there for me all this while. Then one of my friends came, and I told her everything.
She also thanked Tushar. We decided to go back to my PG. Tushar and my friend helped me back to my room, and both of them were there. My friend left around 11 PM for her place. I called my parents and told them what had happened.
Tushar was still there. He was going back to his room, but I was in pain. I asked him if he could stay with me tonight. He agreed. We kept talking and talking until we slept.
The next day, when we woke up, he was kind enough to get me breakfast so that I could have my meds. He shared his number and said, “Just call me in case you need anything.” I kept bothering him for over a week while I was on bed rest. He helped a lot.
He was kind, and at the same time, he was handsome. He could easily pick me up in his arms, and we became really good friends that week.
One night, after I was healed, we were talking. I asked him, “Why are you so helpful and kind?” He said it was just his nature. Also, how could he leave a girl wrapped in a pretty hot red dress on the floor? I was shocked he had never called me hot or pretty before.
I asked him if he really found me pretty. He said he would give away anything to see me in the red dress and red lipstick again. But smiling this time and not crying. I told him to leave the room and come back when I called. I will wear that dress for him.
He said he would wait in a corner of the room while I got ready, and he would not look back. I wanted him, and I agreed. He was in the corner, and I removed all my clothes and wore just the red dress and red lipstick for him. I tapped his shoulder, and he turned around.
His face said everything. His gaze on my body was telling me that he wanted me to. He slowly pulled me into a hug and kissed me. We kept smooching until we were out of breath. He picked me up in his arms and pushed me onto the bed. He was on top of me, kissing my lips and then my neck.
My hands were around his neck, and I was moaning. He moved his hands on my boobs. He massaged them over my dress, and I couldn’t stop moaning. I wanted him. I wanted him all for myself, deep inside me. He removed my dress, and I was naked in front of him.
My pussy was wet. He moved his tongue over my nipples while his hands went down to finger my pussy. He was running his fingers in circles over my pussy as he was running his tongue in circles over my nipples. I wanted to give him pleasure, too. It was the least I could do for him.
I pulled him in for a kiss and slowly took off his T-shirt. I also opened the button of his jeans, and he removed it. I was stroking his cock over his underwear. I was teasing him. He couldn’t take it. He wanted me to hold his dick. He removed his underwear, and his hot dick was out.
He was 6 inches big. I held his cock and stroked it while we kissed. I slowly took his cock into my mouth. I was blowing him, and he was grunting and calling my name, “Oh fuck, Urja!” He made me come to the 69 position. I was sucking him, and he was sucking me.
He came in my mouth, and I licked him clean. We cuddled for a while. After some time, he was slowly getting hard. I could feel him getting hard as his dick was moving around my ass as we cuddled. I wanted him. He started rubbing his dick over my wet pussy.
His dick’s head was at my pussy’s entrance while he was mulling my boobs. I couldn’t take it anymore. I asked him to stop teasing and push it deep into me. In one stroke, he was inside me and let out a cry of pleasure. He was stroking slowly but deeply. We were cuddling while we were fucking.
His hands were around my neck, and his dick was in my pussy. I was so lost. I could feel my orgasm building. I could feel his hot rod moving in my wet pussy. With each stroke, he went deeper and deeper.
Finally, I cum, and my pussy twitched on his hard cock. I could feel my pussy walls contracting on his dick, and he kept fucking me until he came. We slept like that, wrapped in each other’s arms that night.
I hope you will like this story, and I welcome your feedback and thoughts at [email protected].