Hello, My dear XIS members. I’m back with another story. I stepped foot in ‘Bangalore, the Silicon Valley of India,’ with many hopes and desires. (Yes, you guessed it right, I’m talking about getting laid with women).
A beautiful city with romantic weather. If you turn your head in any direction, you will see hot and cute women passing by.
The residential area has a 3BHK Flat on the 13th floor and an empty terrace above it on my name. I was the happiest person. Slowly I got settled down. My mind was running with a thousand thoughts. I was already planning. What to do next? I was confused as well as super excited.
First, I will give an overview of the society where I live. I told you, people, earlier, I stay on the top floor of the building in a Duplex house. On each floor, there are only just two Flats. So, my building consists of 26 Flats. Similarly, there are two more buildings in the society.
Each building’s design and plan are almost the same (I mean, almost all the Flats look the same from the inside. Only the interiors are designed according to the respective owners). If we look from the top, the buildings are in a circular motion. I mean, it resembles this “O”.
For those who are thinking, all this nonsense is really necessary. I promise that you will get to know in future encounters why I took the time to explain all this shit. One by one, I bought all the stuff I required for myself and completely settled down. I joined the Society’s Gym as I took a long gap from working out.
Our Gym was unisexual. I thought if luck favours, I will get a chance here itself. But, bad luck, the Gym was filled mostly with men. There were only 3 or 4 women who formed a gang and were busy in their gossiping world. I was a morning person, so I started exercising between 5 to 7 early morning.
Raju and Kumar are Security Guards of our Society aged 26 and 32, respectively. I befriended both of them in a very short time. I thought they would be of any use when I needed them.
Kumar was a decent guy and cared just about his work. But Raju, the Harami and lusty type, have information about every single person from all the Flats.
A month passed by slowly. One of my college mates suggested I join his distant relative’s interior designing firm. Although I studied Engineering, I always craved creativity in everything I did. So, I liked his idea and applied for the Creative Head job. As usual, I got the job.
My friend’s relative, the firm’s owner, is 35 years old middle-aged guy. He was looking fit and fine. His name is Arjun. I was offered a good amount as monthly pay. While receiving the appointment order, a doubt came up in my mind.
Me: Sir, before accepting the order, can I ask you something?
Arjun: Hey Mahesh, no need to call me sir. Just call me by my name. In our firm, one doesn’t address the other ‘Sir’ no matter how much seniority they have. Yeah, go ahead and ask what you want to know?
Me: Ok, Arjun! (I smiled) Nothing I want to know whether you selected me for my talent or as I was Jatin’s (my friend) referral.
Arjun: Good, I like your straightforward attitude. I selected you purely based on your talent. Jatin just referred you to me as you were his friend. He already told me that you were highly talented. I learned that when I was interviewing you a few minutes back. So, don’t think much, and you just earned it.
Me: Oh! Thank you, Arjun.
I was happy and accepted the offer letter. He asked me to join from Monday, as he had interviewed me on Friday. The next day was a Saturday, and it was the weekend. I wanted to roam the city, but there was no one to give me company. So, I was lying on my bed, wasting time and having a good sleep.
I went out to have Sutta (I mean cigarette). I bought a pack of my favourite brand and lit a cigarette. I started walking back to my building from the shop, enjoying each puff. When I reached the main gate, my kamina friend Raju had completed his duty and was about to leave at 6:00 PM.
Raju: (The conversation happened in Hindi, I translated it into English) Namaste, Sir, Hmm, you were looking in a good mood today. I till now don’t know that costly cigarettes make a person feel fresh.
Me: Hey, Idiot, ask me directly to give you a cigarette. Don’t play your gimmicks on me.
I took a cigarette and gave him. He readily accepted it and started smoking.
Raju: What’s your weekend plan, sir?
Me: Nothing, Raju, Just having a good sleep. All my friends were settled in other cities. I don’t know anyone here.
Raju: What, sir? You were giving very lame excuses like a child. I think you don’t know much about the city culture. Do one thing, get ready and go to any Night Pub. Who knows? You will get something exciting for the night.
He winked at me. We both know what he was referring to. What a pity? A Security Guard knows much better about the city than I do. I was born and raised in a village and pursued my education in a small town. I thanked him for his suggestion and left for my Flat to get ready.
I wore a Black shirt and faded light blue jeans. I rolled the sleeves of my shirt till my elbows and looked perfect. I applied a branded perfume, and it smelled good. I set my hair with gel. When I looked in the mirror, I witnessed myself being the mixture of a Stud and a Gentleman.
With the same confidence and energy, I left for a famous rooftop Bar and Pub at UB city. As it was Saturday, stag entry wasn’t allowed. Thank God I found a cute girl waiting for her friends. I gathered courage and requested her to accompany me inside.
She readily agreed as she was waiting for a long time. I ordered a drink for her and we spent some time until her friends arrived. She joined her friends, and I was left alone. Until then, I hadn’t observed the pub completely. The ambience of the pub is amazing.
It was lit up on each floor, with high seating and a dance floor. The setup is very cosy, with rainbow LEDs emanating from all corners. It was the best place for couples who wish to have a romantic date.
Bad luck. I was single there and thought, I am missing a lot. I was enjoying the city’s view from outdoor seating. It was 9:00 PM by then, and the pub became crowded. It was almost filled with young couples who mostly opted to stay outside. It became jam-packed.
So, I silently picked up my drink went inside and sat on a couch in the corner. It was very peaceful, though. While enjoying my booze, I observed beautiful sharp eyes glancing at me from the opposite table. When I looked at her, she rolled her eyes and behaved as if she was busy talking with her girl’s gang.
It was a group of 4 women. All of them look adorable and hot. But the one with sharp eyes gained my attention. She will roll her eyes and act busy whenever I look at her. This happened another three times.
But this time, I continuously gave a stare and made sure that I wasn’t looking creepy at the same time. She knew that I was checking her out. This time, I smiled slightly, showing that I had caught her. In return, she gave a smile with amazing eye contact. Ufff! It all starts with that damn smile.
Her friends found that we were checking out each other. As the table isn’t too far, I heard their conversation.
Friend 1: Ok, Ok! Someone is getting lucky for tonight in our gang.
Friend 2: Haan Yaar, I don’t know how far will she go? (She turned towards me)
The Hot girl: (Smiled) Stop your nonsense yaar, please (She looked at me and adjusted her hair).
Suddenly one of her friends signalled me to join them if I didn’t have any problem. I readily agreed, stood up with my drink, and sat next to my hottie even though there was just a small space beside her.
Friend 1: Someone’s getting hurry. (Giggled).
Friend 2: Yeah, They will sit only next to the hotter one crushing them. (Gave a puzzled look at me) We adjusted our seats so that you could sit freely.
Me: Gang, please stop pulling my legs. It isn’t my fault. The signal came from your side, and sitting beside someone hot is not a crime (I winked at them).
Me: (I looked at the 4th woman) Doesn’t she have any dialogues? (They laughed out loud). I mean, she was silent ever since I came here. The woman gave me a death stare.
Me: Sorry, Dude, just joking.
I was lying on my bed, hopeless, a few hours back. Suddenly, I was surrounded by a girl’s gang and chitchatting with them. If I am lucky, I will end up in bed too with my hottie. I said thanks to Raju in my mind. Oh! Those women were chatterboxes except the 4th one.
My hot woman and I were constantly looking out at each other. I knew she was into me from the start. I don’t have enough time. It’s a do-or-die situation. So, I took the initiative to spend time with her.
Me: Girls, I’m thinking of joining the dance floor.
Friend 1: Hurray! Come, let’s go.
Me: (looked at her) Aren’t you over excited? I want to dance with a partner.
Friend 2: Oh, Ho! You need a partner now. Can I join you? (She was pulling my legs).
Me: Sorry, dear. I have already selected my partner.
I held the hand of the hot woman sitting next to me and asked her to join me if she was ok dancing with me. She looked hesitant, but her instinct was pushing her to join me. Her two friends encouraged her to go ahead. She gave up and stood to accompany me.
Her Friend 1 said something to her in Bengali. At that instance, I came to know those women were Bengalis. “BONGS ARE BOMBS,” I thought by looking at my hot woman. I mean, they are flawless beauties and have a high sexual drive. I felt lucky to have one of those Bengali women as my sex partner for the night.
Me: (While moving to the dance floor) What did she just say now?
Hottie: Enjoy, baby, take your time and don’t come back early. We will wait for you (She was blushing while saying this).
Me: It’s ok, we have to listen to our friends. Nothing is wrong, and don’t worry. I am in no mood to leave you so soon (I winked). I had to ask this earlier, but sorry. What’s your name?
Hottie: Hahaha! It’s Abha Chakraborty. I’m sorry too, what’s your name?
Me: Mahesh (In the meantime, I googled the meaning of her name). You are a Lustrous Beauty (She stared at me). No, I’m not saying it (I showed my mobile screen to her).
Abha: (Laughed) Flirty! Do you talk like this with all the women you meet?
Me: Yes, I flirt with all the women I come across with the same energy. But that doesn’t mean all of them are beautiful and hot as you.
Abha: Again. You must apply brakes to your mouth, Mahesh (She called my name in a seductive tone).
Me: It is very difficult to control my mouth, Abha (I started at her boobs caged inside her tight dress), that too when I’m going to spend time with an extraordinary woman.
Abha: What’s the use of mouth? You are just eating me with your eyes.
We laughed together. While walking toward the dance floor, I observed her keenly. Abha had a perfect Bengali brown skin tone. She stands 5’4 tall with measurements of 38-26d-38 (obviously, I came to know later).
She was wearing a blue one-piece designer dress. It ended 5 inches above her knees, revealing the ample amount of her sexy thighs. The dress wasn’t sleeveless. So that I couldn’t see her slender hands, but it was backless, I mean not to some extent. It was pure backless with just two-knot strings.
Her hair ended just below her shoulders. I made her walk in front of me and followed her. That’s when the snake sleeping peacefully inside my pants woke up suddenly.
Abha had a bubbly butt that was big enough to make any man weak on his knees. In addition to that, she was walking very seductively with her high heels, swaying her hip. The scene looked like her ass was dancing inside her dress. I followed her, making little dance moves, thinking about my luck.
I speeded my walk, got next to her, and held her hand. She turned her head to me and gave me a beautiful smile. She was wearing a beautiful diamond pendant which was fitted to her neck. Her slight cleavage was visible in her dress as it covered her boobs.
We entered the dance floor, and all the young couples occupied it as if it was the weekend. Somehow, we made our way into the middle of the floor, avoiding the fuss. It wasn’t very dark out there, as well, as it was not bright too. But, I can do my naughty things without the attention of people surrounding us.
The DJ was spot on. He was playing some cool pop and hip-hop songs just composed for dancing. Abha and I both started dancing. We were making some nice dance moves. I have to agree she was a good dancer. But I don’t know why she hesitated for a second when I asked earlier at the bar.
Whenever she was struck, I helped her with my moves and vice versa. Abha was moving her body like crazy. Thank God, all the men on the dance floor were mostly accompanied by their partners. Hence they hadn’t observed Abha. Suddenly the DJ played some famous Bollywood songs of that year.
Like Tamma Tamma again, Main Tera Boyfriend and many more. That’s when the real dancers sleeping inside us came out. A guy went to the DJ, offered him some cash and said something to him in his ear. That made the DJ happy, and he played some romantic music.
We all were confused at first and thought, who plays this kind of music in such an environment. But all the couples out there liked that as it helped them hold their partners and dance. All of them were dancing except Abha and me. I gave a confused look indicating whether I could hold her.
She just rolled her eyes to go ahead. That was a green signal for me. I immediately held her curvy hip very tight and pulled her towards me. Her boobs got collided with my chest. I held her hip with my right hand and her right hand with my left hand.
We both were dancing intimately, forgetting that we both were strangers. I was moving my hand all over her body. I turned her, held her hip with both my hands and moved her ass very close to me. That made my erected dick rub her ass.
Shhh! A light moan came out of her mouth. But I couldn’t see her sexy face when she moaned as she was facing the other side. I took my face very close to her head and smelled her hair. The conditioner she applied made me go mad.
We both were sweating a lot, but thanks to the perfume we applied, it made us both smell good. I have to take a bold move as I got very less time. So, I slowly pecked a kiss on her neck near the bareback.
Abha turned around and hugged me tightly, forgetting that a crowd surrounded us. I smile proudly as I succeed in my ‘Mission Abha.’ “We are surrounded by a crowd,” I whispered. She released me from her hug, and we separated from each other’s arms.
I made a gesture with my hand showing would you smoke? Abha showed a thumbs-up signal, readily indicating. Indeed she was waiting for a long time to smoke. We both made our way and went into the smoking room. The place was empty as all the young people danced energetically on the floor.
There were just two couples in the room who were busy in their world, kissing and doing romance with each other. They never bothered to look who entered the room. Abha and I went to the corner of the room. I sat on a chair, and she sat opposite me on the other chair.
She looked at the couples doing romance and smirked at me. I lit a cigarette and took a puff. She hit my chest and asked for hers. I gave a weird look and gave the cigarette to her, which I smoked. Abha understood that I wanted to know how it tasted after her turn.
She took the cigarette from my hand and took a puff. The attitude she maintained while doing is sexy and savvy. She returned it to me after taking two puffs. When I kept the cigarette between my lips, it tasted like cherry flavour due to her dark red lipstick.
We both maintained sharp eye contact while smoking. A few seconds and, we completed smoking a cigarette. I asked her if I could taste her cherry lipstick. There was a completely awkward silence. I held her hand, drew her close, and made her sit on my lap.
Boom! We both are into each other’s mouths within seconds. The kiss was intense. We are both involved deeply in it. I licked her luscious lips with mine and erased the lipstick she applied. While kissing her lips, Abha reached to my tongue and started sucking it.
We both had a good tongue fight. I got over-excited to taste the mouth which smoked a few seconds back. I ran my hand to her back and removed the knot of her dress string. She broke the kiss and requested me not to do so. I agreed, and she tied the knots as usual. We both started again.
But I moved my hand to her butt this time and caressed it. My dick got erected and poked on her thigh as she sat on my lap. “Seems like someone’s had hidden big tool inside their pants, don’t they? She mumbled in a sexy husky voice. “Do you want to see it?” I whispered in her ear by biting it.
“I would love to, but not here,” she broke the kiss and stood up. “My place or yours,” I replied, still sitting on the chair. “My place, no one’s in my house, just my girls are giving company for me tonight. You can join us,” she said.
Without asking whether I was ready to join or not, she held my hand and started moving to the parking lot to pick up her car. I followed her like a cute little lamb. On the way, she called her friends on her mobile and asked them to join us in the parking lot. We reached there first.
Her car was parked on a corner. She opened the backseat door and went inside. Abha signalled me to come and sit with her until her friends arrived. I went inside and sat next to her. I saw a sweat drop start flowing from her head and reaching her neck. It was about to enter the valley of her boobs.
Without wasting a second, I placed my tongue down on the pendant she was wearing and licked it. Abha moaned out loud as she hadn’t expected it.
Me: It should only be me who has to enter that deep valley. Not even your sweat drop has that right.
We both were looking at each other in the eyes. Again, we started our kiss from where we had left. My hands were exploring her back, and Abha’s hands reached down and started caressing my dick over the pants. She started removing my belt so that she could have easy access to remove my pant.
That’s when her friends arrived there like splinters in the syrup. They knocked on the glass window of the door. Abha and I returned to our senses and got out of the car. I started wearing my belt and pant properly, and Abha was adjusting her dress neatly.
Friend 1: Jet speed, I mean, you people didn’t even wait till we went to the house. Sextastic!
Friend 2: Let’s go to the house. Until then, you people control your sex hunger.
Me: I will take my bike and come. You people carry on in your car, and I will follow you.
Abha: We will wait for you outside. Come and join us and don’t make any delay.
She winked at me, and all four girls entered the car. Her 3rd friend, the girl who hadn’t spoken a single word from the evening, sat in the driver’s seat. I went to take my bike, dancing in joy, thinking that I would have the best night.
When I started my bike and came out of the parking lot to the main road, no one was present there. I searched for their car on the street from one end to another. But it was of no use. The girls had left. I kicked my bike’s petrol tank in frustration and thought all my hard work went in vain.
I screamed out loud, calling the name “ABHA.” No one was visible in my eyesight, and no one heard me screaming as it was 1:30 AM. I kickstarted my bike and left for my Flat.
I was constantly yelling at myself and my fucking fate for not taking her Mobile number earlier. On the way, my mind was running with only one question. “Abha showed much interest in getting fucked by me, but why did she leave without me? Will this Bangali babe become my fuck buddy?”
Do you, people know, why? I, too, didn’t know then, but I somehow found out why she left me there. You, my dear readers, will learn about that in the latter parts. Until then, have safe sex and be happy. My email ID: [email protected].