Hi guys, my name is Riz. I am here to narrate my sex experience that happened to me, which I didn’t anticipate and introduced me to the world of sex, and I never looked back. This story is about me and my co-worker, Sara, and how one thing led to another, and we ended up canoodling with each other.
Before we start, let me describe Sara for you. She’s short, about 5’2″, brown in complexion, wears glasses, and has the cutest little ass, tight and round, making her look like a peach. Her boobs are a size 30-C, small, not sagging, firm, and round. Even after having a baby and breastfeeding, she has amazing boobs and dark areolas.
Well, let’s dive into the story. Sara and I were co-workers working on different projects at an MNC. We got introduced through a common friend who worked somewhere else. Occasionally, we’d meet each other in the hallways, lifts, or canteens, exchanging normal “hi” and “bye” conversations. At the start, I didn’t think about having sex with her. With each meeting, we became more and more involved; we’d share food, take breaks together, sit and chat, go to movies and parties, and she’d even cook for me since I’m a bachelor. I was also invited to her daughter’s birthday party, and we became best friends.
One day, as we were sitting and eating, I noticed that Sara wasn’t herself; she was sad and lost in her own thoughts. I asked her what was wrong, and she explained that her husband had an accident at work and was now bedridden with severe injuries. She was worried about him and how she’d be able to support her family and take care of her husband at the same time. I consoled her and gave her motivation, saying that God would heal everything. Tears started dripping from her shiny black eyes, and she began to cry, hugging me and saying she was alone in all this and that no one could understand her troubles.
At this point, as my colleague was hugging me and crying, I held her close and tight; her boobs were pressing hard against my chest, and I could feel the tight tension of her bra straps on her back, under her t-shirt and jacket. I didn’t know how, but I was getting aroused by this, feeling the softness of those round lumps so close to my chest.
As I consoled her, I made her stop crying. She stopped crying and left. I didn’t see her for two more days, but these scenes kept flashing in front of my eyes, and unknowingly, I was getting hard-ons and masturbating, thinking of her and looking at her pictures on my phone.
When I saw her next, it was a traditional day at work, and everyone was supposed to wear traditional dresses. I texted her, asking what she planned to wear, and she replied that she wasn’t coming because she didn’t feel like dressing up, given her situation.
I talked to her and made her understand that we should enjoy small things like this, and maybe she’d feel good after getting dressed nicely, as she’d look very beautiful and sexy in any dress she wore. She got convinced and said she’d come. I asked what she planned to wear, and she asked me what she should wear. I asked her to wear a good churidar dress, and she obliged.
Next, when I saw her walking in her red churidar dress with gold jewelry, a nose ring, finger rings, and anklets, with sindoor in her hair, trust me, guys, my heart skipped a beat, and I got an instant hard-on. I was thinking, “God, if only I could have sex with her and do the things I imagined in my bed while masturbating.”
I complimented my colleague on her nice dress and said, “See, you look smoking hot and sexy in this attire.” She playfully hit me, and I caught her hand, looked straight into her eyes, and hugged her tight, feeling the mounds of soft boobs on my chest. I slowly removed her glasses from her eyes and said, “You have beautiful eyes; why cover them with these?” I took them and folded them, placing them in her top, which was hanging in the front. She smiled, and we continued to work.
Nothing happened between us for a long time, and then I saw Sara calling me, crying over the phone, inconsolably. I got tensed and asked where she was, and she replied that she was at her house. I said I was coming, but she replied that her in-laws were there, and instead, asked me to meet her outside. We met, and I asked what was wrong. She replied that her in-laws accused her of not getting pregnant; they wanted her to have a boy so that they could have an heir and someone to carry on the family name, and they had a big fight. I tried to calm her, but she kept crying, hugging me, and saying that nobody understood her except me.
She said she was constantly juggling between work and her husband’s duties, had no time for herself, and had lost all interest in hobbies and everything. Even after trying her best, her in-laws never appreciated her. She kept blabbing on and on, and I just hugged her and listened. As I consoled her, I kissed her forehead, and to which she stopped crying for a second and kept staring at me. I kissed her forehead again, consoled her, and I don’t know what happened, but she slowly lifted her head, looked me straight in the eyes, and placed a kiss on my lips.
I leaned in, held her tight, and we exchanged saliva, sharing a moment. I asked her what that was, and she just said, “I don’t know, but you’re always there for me whenever I need you, and I feel secure and safe with you; this happened organically.” She said she was sorry and ran away, saying it was wrong.
We didn’t speak for a while, and this kept on for two weeks. I fell sick with a cough and cold, and she came to visit me, bringing me soup. She also wanted to clear things up, saying she kissed me in a moment of weakness, and it was wrong. I just kept listening to her, staring at her as she spoke. She was wearing an ash-colored t-shirt with a blue jeans crop jacket and faded, ripped jeans. The t-shirt was hugging her bosom tightly, and the jeans were tight enough to expose her ass mounds.
I kept scanning her as she spoke, and I suddenly caught her looking at me. I went up to her, hugged her, and placed a kiss on her lips. She resisted and tried to push me away, saying it was wrong, but I kept kissing her, and slowly, she gave in and started kissing back. We kept kissing and sucking each other’s tongues; I bit her lower lip, and slowly, I took off her jacket and threw it on the floor. I pinned her to the wall and made out for 10 minutes; we were breathless.
I turned her around, pinned both her arms over her head, and she was just gasping for air and moaning. I unclipped her black, silky hair and let it loose. I started kissing her neck and biting her earlobes, turned her, and kissed again. She pushed me, saying this was wrong, and went into the kitchen. I followed her; she was holding the platform, turning away from me, and trying to regroup her thoughts. I followed, argued that everything was happening organically, and there was nothing wrong or right in it. I placed my lips against hers and kissed her again. She started replying, and slowly, I took off her t-shirt; she lifted her hands and let me take it off, and she, in turn, took my shirt off.
There they were, two beautiful, shining ornaments, tightly caged in her bra, waiting for me to release them. I just kept kissing her and started pressing her boobs roughly over her bra. She was wearing a red bra, which complemented her brown skin, and her nipples were pointed and visible over her bra. I slowly inserted one hand into her bra and started to feel her naked boob for the first time. She was gasping for air as I took her roughly and harshly, milking her left boob, and kissing her deep cleavage, her neck, her eyes, her ears, and lips.
She couldn’t take more of this and started to put her hand in my trousers to which she was shocked. I was not wearing any underwear; I usually don’t wear them when I’m at home. She held my cock slowly and started rolling her hand up and down, and it slowly grew in size. I took this opportunity to open her bra in one go, and she took it off her body and threw it away. I was completely naked; she was naked in the top region, with her boobs hanging in front of me like jewels, the best pair of breasts I’d ever come across.
I slowly started milking her right boob with force and, at the same time, bit her nipple on the left, starting to leave bite marks all over her boobs. She was free to moan and scream as per her wish. I slowly undid her jeans, and she kicked them away. I took her floral panty away, started to massage her inner thighs, and slowly felt her pussy. Her pussy was hairless, as she kept it hygienic, and it was all wet due to everything that had been going on for the past 20-25 minutes. I lifted her up in my arms, bridal-style, and took her to the bedroom, placing her on my bed. I pulled her, holding both her legs, and slowly pushed my 6-inch-long, thick rod into her vagina.
She cried in ecstasy and started to kiss me as I slowly started to ram her vagina. I’d go in, kiss her lips, and come out, pressing her boobs; this continued for a while as I took turns, turning from a tender lover to a wild, riding stallion. Her anklets were making sounds as her body was rammed hard by me. I tried to reach the deepest part of her vagina, kept going in hard, and pulled slowly, shaking the whole bed, and with each blow, she arched her back and lifted her hips to match my movements. We were perfectly in sync with each other and enjoyed each other to our heart’s content.
She ejaculated in 10 minutes, calling out, “Oh, my fucking God, this is amazing!” and a tear rolled out of her eye due to pure bliss, and she got emotional. I gave her some time to recoup and slowed my movements. This continued for a good 15-20 minutes, and I emptied my thick cum in the deepest parts of her vagina, feeling satisfied and complete. Even she ejaculated one more time, along with me.
I fell upon her, gave a final kiss, and rolled over beside her. She slowly got up, went to the bathroom, cleaned herself, came back, and started to pick her clothes up. To which I pulled her into an embrace and rolled on the bed, kissing her and feeling her bare skin on my skin, pressing her ass mounds, checking her boobs, and every tiny part of her body was to be felt, and all her holes were yet to be explored.
If you guys like this story, please make sure to leave comments so that I can type up and share the upcoming parts of the hot, steamy sex sessions between me and Sara.