The dimly lit pub in Hebbal buzzed with energy on this Diwali night. It was a stark contrast to the quiet streets outside. Most of Bangalore’s residents had left for their hometowns to celebrate with family.
Among those who remained in the city was Varsha, a recent Masters graduate. She had just embarked on her first job. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, accentuated by a delicate flower tattoo on her wrist. She stood out in the crowd.
Her black eyes held a hint of mischief. She swayed to the music, a blend of modern beats and traditional Indian rhythms. Varsha had always been an introvert, finding solace in her passions for Carnatic singing and playing the veena.
Her melodic voice and skilled fingers had earned her a reputation as a talented musician. But she preferred the solitude of her art to the hustle and bustle of social gatherings. However, tonight was different.
The freedom of being in a new city, away from her conservative family, encouraged her to explore her wilder side. She sipped on a cocktail. Her eyes scanned the room, taking in the sights and sounds of the lively pub. That’s when she spotted her—Ayesha.
Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of the woman’s stunning beauty. Ayesha’s hair, a cascade of chestnut curls, framed her face, and her eyes, a deep emerald green, sparkled with mischief and allure. She wore a tight-fitting dress that hugged her curves, leaving little to the imagination.
Varsha couldn’t tear her eyes away. She felt a surge of desire, an intense longing to know this mysterious woman. Her heart raced as she realized she was staring, but she couldn’t look away. Ayesha’s beauty was captivating. The thought of getting close to her sent a shiver down Varsha’s spine.
The music seemed to fade into the background as their eyes locked. Ayesha’s lips curved into a seductive smile as if she knew the effect she was having on Varsha. With a subtle tilt of her head, she beckoned Varsha over, her eyes never losing their intense gaze.
Varsha’s heart pounded in her chest. She made her way through the crowd, her mind racing with anticipation. She had never felt this way before, drawn to someone with such magnetic force. As she approached, she noticed a small, delicate tattoo of a bird on Ayesha’s neck, just above her collarbone.
It was a unique and intriguing detail that only added to her allure. “You have the most captivating eyes I’ve ever seen,” Varsha blurted out. Her voice was laced with a mix of boldness and nervousness.
Ayesha’s smile widened, revealing a hint of dimples. “Why, thank you. I could say the same about you. I’ve been watching you from across the room. I must say, you have a certain allure that’s hard to resist.”
Varsha felt her cheeks flush with pleasure at the compliment. “I… I couldn’t help but notice you, too. You’re incredibly beautiful, and I—” She stumbled over her words, feeling a rush of nervous excitement.
“You’re sweet. I’m Ayesha, by the way.” She extended her hand, her touch warm and inviting.
“Varsha,” she replied, her voice soft as she shook Ayesha’s hand. The simple touch sent a jolt of electricity through her. She noticed the subtle scent of jasmine that clung to Ayesha’s skin.
“So, Varsha, what brings you here on this festive night?” Ayesha asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
“Oh, I… I just moved to Bangalore for work. I’m new to the city and thought I’d explore the nightlife. It’s not like this back home.” Varsha felt a thrill. She shared a piece of her story with this captivating stranger.
Ayesha’s eyes widened with interest. “Really? So, you’re a newcomer to the city’s pleasures. I could show you a thing or two if you’d like.” Her voice dropped to a husky whisper, sending a shiver down Varsha’s spine.
Varsha’s heart raced, and she felt a heat building between her thighs. She had never felt this way before, so aroused and intrigued by a stranger. “I… I’d like that,” she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.
As if sensing her hesitation, Ayesha leaned in closer, her breath warm on Varsha’s ear. “I know a place where we can be alone. My husband is out of town, but my neighbours are nosy as hell. We can’t go to my place. How about we go to yours?”
Varsha’s eyes widened at the mention of a husband. But the thought of being alone with Ayesha was too enticing to resist. “Yes… yes, let’s go to my place. I live nearby, in an apartment on the 11th floor.”
Hand in hand, they left the pub, the cool night air doing little to dampen the heat between them. As they walked, Ayesha’s fingers entwined with Varsha’s. Their steps were in sync as if they had known each other for a lifetime.
The short walk to Varsha’s apartment building seemed to take an eternity. The anticipation builds with every step. When they finally reached her floor, Varsha fumbled with her keys. Her hands trembled with excitement.
Ayesha stood close behind her, her breath warm on Varsha’s neck, sending a rush of desire through her body. The door finally opened, and they stepped into the dimly lit apartment. Varsha closed the door, leaning back against it, her eyes never leaving Ayesha’s.
“Welcome to my place,” she said, her voice low and inviting. Ayesha smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “It’s beautiful, just like you. But I didn’t come here for the view.” With that, she closed the distance between them, her lips capturing Varsha’s in a passionate kiss.
Varsha melted into the embrace, her hands sliding up Ayesha’s back, pulling her closer. She could taste the hint of liquor on Ayesha’s tongue as their mouths moved in perfect harmony. Ayesha’s hands roamed freely, cupping Varsha’s breasts through her dress. Her thumbs grazed the hardened peaks.
Moaning into the kiss, Varsha arched into Ayesha’s touch, her body craving more. Ayesha’s fingers deftly unbuttoned Varsha’s dress, letting it fall open to reveal her lacy black bra and matching panties. She bit her lip, a mix of excitement and nervousness washing over her.
Ayesha’s eyes feasted on her exposed body. “You’re stunning, Varsha,” Ayesha whispered, her breath hot against Varsha’s sensitive skin. “I want to taste every inch of you.” Varsha’s knees nearly buckled at the words. She leaned back against the door, spreading her legs slightly to give Ayesha better access.
Ayesha dropped to her knees, her hands gliding up Varsha’s thighs, pushing the dress aside. She planted soft kisses along the inside of Varsha’s thighs. Her breath was hot against the damp fabric of her panties. Varsha’s hands tangled in Ayesha’s hair, holding her in place as she teased and tormented her.
“Please… don’t tease,” she begged, her voice hoarse with desire. Ayesha chuckled, the sound sending vibrations through Varsha’s body. “I won’t, my love. I’m just getting started.” With that, she hooked her fingers into the sides of Varsha’s panties and slowly slid them down her legs, revealing her wet pussy.
Varsha’s breath caught in her throat as Ayesha’s gaze fixed on her exposed folds. Ayesha’s eyes darkened with desire as she inhaled the scent of Varsha’s arousal. “You’re so wet, my sweet girl,” she purred, her voice filled with admiration.
Varsha’s cheeks flushed with pleasure. She spread her legs wider, offering herself to Ayesha’s hungry gaze. “It’s all for you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Ayesha leaned forward, her lips brushing against Varsha’s inner thigh. “I’m going to make you feel so good,” she promised, her breath warm against Varsha’s sensitive skin.
With that, she dove in, her tongue tracing the length of Varsha’s slit. Varsha’s back arched off the door, her hands gripping Ayesha’s hair as she cried out in pleasure.
Ayesha’s tongue was like magic, flicking and swirling, finding all the right spots. She sucked on Varsha’s clit, drawing it into her mouth and teasing it with her tongue.
“Oh, Ayesha… yes… right there!” Varsha moaned, her hips thrusting against Ayesha’s face.
Ayesha’s fingers joined the dance, sliding into Varsha’s slick heat, curling and stroking in perfect rhythm with her tongue. Varsha’s body trembled as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She could feel her orgasm building, a delicious tension coiling tight within her.
“I… I’m close,” Varsha panted, her voice laced with desperation.
Ayesha increased the pace, her tongue and fingers working in unison. “Come for me, my love. Let go,” she urged, her breath hot against Varsha’s throbbing clit. Varsha’s body shook as she climaxed, her juices flowing as she cried out Ayesha’s name.
Ayesha didn’t miss a beat, lapping up every drop of Varsha’s essence. Her fingers never slowed their relentless assault. As Varsha’s tremors subsided, Ayesha stood, her lips glistening with Varsha’s arousal. She kissed Varsha deeply, sharing the taste of her release.
“You’re incredible,” she whispered, her eyes filled with admiration. Varsha’s legs felt weak as she pulled Ayesha close, their bodies pressing together. “That was… I’ve never…” She struggled to find the words to express the intensity of her pleasure.
Ayesha smiled, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “I know. I could see it in your eyes, feel it in your body. But we’re not done yet, my love.” With that, she guided Varsha towards the bedroom. Their hands explored each other’s bodies as they moved.
Varsha’s heart raced as she realized this was just the beginning of their passionate night together. As they entered the bedroom, the soft glow of the moon illuminated the space, casting a romantic ambience. Ayesha kicked off her shoes and peeled off her dress.
She revealed her curvy body clad in lacy black lingerie. Varsha’s breath caught in her throat at the sight, her desire reigniting. “Your turn,” Ayesha said, her voice husky with desire. She reached behind Varsha’s neck, unclasping her bra with practised ease.
Varsha’s breasts spilled free, her nipples already tight and erect in anticipation. Varsha’s hands shook as she unbuttoned her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She stepped out of her panties, now completely naked, before Ayesha’s hungry gaze. Ayesha’s eyes devoured her, taking in every curve and dip of her body.
“You’re a vision, Varsha,” she said, her voice thick with want. “I want to touch every inch of you.”
Varsha’s body trembled as Ayesha’s hands glided up her thighs, cupping her buttocks and pulling her close. She could feel the heat of Ayesha’s body through her lingerie, the lace scratching deliciously against her sensitive skin. Ayesha’s lips found Varsha’s neck, trailing kisses down to her collarbone.
Her hands roamed freely, exploring Varsha’s body with a mixture of gentleness and urgency. She teased Varsha’s nipples, rolling and pinching them between her fingers, eliciting gasps of pleasure.
“You like that, don’t you?” Ayesha whispered, her breath hot against Varsha’s ear. “I can tell by the way your body responds to my touch.”
Varsha could only nod, her head thrown back as Ayesha’s skilled hands and lips worked their magic. She felt like she was melting into Ayesha’s embrace, her body yearning for more. Ayesha guided Varsha towards the bed, pushing her gently onto the soft mattress.
She climbed on top, her knees straddling Varsha’s hips, her hands braced on either side of Varsha’s head. “I want to feel you inside me,” she said, her voice laced with desire. Varsha’s eyes widened at the boldness of Ayesha’s words, but she didn’t hesitate.
She reached for the nightstand drawer, pulling out a box of condoms she had purchased on a whim. Never imagining she would be using them so soon. Ayesha’s eyes sparkled with approval as she watched Varsha tear open the foil packet. “I love a woman who’s prepared,” she said, her voice filled with admiration.
Varsha rolled the condom onto her fingers, her hands slightly trembling with anticipation. She reached between Ayesha’s legs, her fingers brushing against the wet fabric of her panties. “You’re so wet,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire.
Ayesha moaned, her hips rocking forward, pressing her core against Varsha’s hand. “I want you, Varsha. Now.”
Varsha slid her fingers inside Ayesha’s panties, her breath catching at the heat and wetness she encountered. Ayesha’s muscles clenched around her fingers. She began to move them in and out. Slowly at first, then faster, as Ayesha’s moans grew louder.
“Oh, yes… right there,” Ayesha panted, her head thrown back as she rode Varsha’s hand. “I’m close… keep going…”
Varsha’s fingers worked their magic, curling and stroking, finding the sweet spot that sent Ayesha over the edge. Ayesha’s body shook as she climaxed, her juices flowing freely around Varsha’s hand.
“Oh, Varsha!” Ayesha cried out, her body trembling as the waves of pleasure washed over her.
Varsha’s heart raced as she witnessed the intensity of Ayesha’s release. She gently removed her fingers, her eyes never leaving Ayesha’s face. “You’re incredible,” she whispered, her voice filled with awe.
Ayesha smiled, her eyes glistening with satisfaction. “That was just the beginning, my love. Now it’s time for you to feel me.”
With that, she reached down, pulling off her panties and discarding them on the floor. She positioned herself above Varsha, her knees on either side of Varsha’s hips. Varsha’s breath caught in her throat as she gazed up at Ayesha’s glistening pussy, the lips swollen and parted, inviting her in.
Ayesha took the condom-clad dildo from Varsha’s hand, positioning it at her entrance. With a slow, deliberate movement, she sank, taking the length of the dildo inside her. Varsha’s eyes widened at the sight, her body aching to feel the same pleasure.
Ayesha began to move, riding the dildo with slow, deliberate strokes. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard and erect. Varsha’s hands reached up, cupping Ayesha’s breasts, her thumbs teasing the rigid peaks.
“Yes… just like that,” Ayesha moaned, her eyes fluttering shut as she lost herself in the sensations. “You feel so good, Varsha.”
Varsha’s body trembled with desire, her pussy throbbing in time with Ayesha’s movements. She could feel her juices flowing, soaking the sheets beneath her.
Ayesha’s pace quickened, her breath coming in short gasps as she neared her climax. “Oh, Varsha… I’m close… so close…”
Varsha’s fingers pinched Ayesha’s nipples, her other hand reaching down to stroke her throbbing clit. “Come for me, Ayesha,” she pleaded, her voice thick with need.
Ayesha’s body stiffened, her muscles clenching as she cried out, her orgasm ripping through her. Varsha’s fingers continued to tease her sensitive nipples, prolonging the blissful sensations.
As Ayesha’s tremors subsided, she collapsed onto Varsha, their bodies slick with sweat and arousal. They lay entangled, their hearts racing and breath coming in ragged gasps.
“That was…” Varsha began, struggling to find the words to describe the intensity of their passion.
Ayesha lifted her head, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I know. And we’re not done yet. There’s so much more I want to show you, Varsha.”
Varsha’s heart raced at the promise of more, her body already craving another round of their erotic dance. As they lay there, entangled in each other’s arms, the night stretched out before them, filled with endless possibilities.
Little did Varsha know, this was just the beginning of a night that would change her forever. A night where pleasure and passion would intertwine, leaving her forever marked by the touch of Ayesha.
This is a true story that one of my fans has shared with me which happened on 30th Oct.
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