This is a true incident that happened before the covid breakout. I worked for an IT company in Bangalore at that time.
About myself – 27 Years, a passionate guitarist, good-looking but not so athletic or stud types. 5’7 height with an average tool. (because of Indian jeans)
About the main character – Hritu, 25 years old, a not-so-hotty physique, 5’2 height but a nice round face. With long hair and awesome heavy tits and ass, everyone stares around. Though she was not my friend, she was working in the same company as mine.
I was performing at my company at various cultural events. That is when she recorded me performing and updated her Insta story tagging me. For a boring guy like me, getting noticed by a female was new. I was so excited and didn’t waste a minute thanking her for being kind and sharing my performance.
We kept on talking for a week or so over Insta. She would share most of her personal stories, especially her hometown, parents, college etc. TBH I was getting bored as days passed. She would complain to me for not sharing any of my personal stories.
I liked to keep things casual and wouldn’t want to have any serious discussions about my personal life. So our conversations happened just around her life. As days passed, Hritu even started sharing her tough times while she had a breakup with her ex.
One thing I learnt about Hritu was that she was a very dominating and right-wing mentality girl. I was sure this was enough for her to have a breakup with her Muslim ex-boyfriend, though they loved each other very much.
Over the days, Hritu learnt about my character too. I am an easy-going, chilled-out guy. I often drink with friends, and her secrets are safe with me no matter what.
She even asked me to take her along when I party with friends. Little did she know about guys like me. We get a full bottle of old monk rum. 4 guys share it equally and call that a party!
After many days I suggested to her we both could party. She stayed in a unisex PG in Bangalore along with her roommate. Though the initial plan was to head out for a drink, she suggested we may booze at her place. Dang! Evil thoughts came into my mind.
She asked me to arrive at her place around 8 at night. I was not wearing some stylish party wear, so no one would notice me. I went there in my brown joggers, black t-shirt and a grey jacket. Climbed her building and rang her doorbell.
To my utter surprise and shock, she was wearing an ethnic salwar-kameez. Boy, that dress had her covered everywhere. It was not even sleeveless! I was so sad that there were no hopes of fun after the booze.
We ordered pizza. I had carried a Captain Morgan rum on the way and started boozing and talking. We both sat comfortably on her 2 single mattresses in the PG. We kept on talking over everything and anything. Soon it was midnight. Our booze was finished.
Even after boozing and being alone in the room with her, I didn’t even get a small evil vibe there. I knew this would happen when I first saw her in that pink long-sleeve salwar kameez.
Later I said I’ll be leaving as it was 12.15 already. She said, “WHY!?”
Me – What do you mean why? It’s midnight. I need to return home and sleep. I can’t stay here all night. Moreover, there is no drink left.
Hritu – Arre, stay for a while. I am not sleepy. My roommate is going to come tomorrow evening. And this week’s night shifts will keep me awake till morning. Please stay. If you are sleepy, sleep on the other bed and talk to me.
Me – You know, right, you are a mental case! First of all, you ask me to come in my daily wear. You dress up as if you are attending a wedding or Pooja. Now asking me to sleep next to you.
Hritu – Excuse me! Next to me? Why not?
Then she dragged the other single cot next to me and suggested I sleep here as we can’t talk loud at 12.30 at night!
Me – Oh, madam, I wish you showed this much courtesy to your ex. You broke up with him because he is a Muslim, right?
She took this in a fun way and told me she was the most secular woman I could ever see. I replied, “Yes, of course, at night,” and we laughed.
She had leaned over to the wall. I used two pillows to semi-sleep on the bed. While talking, I checked out her kameez, which was too tight for her enormous boobs. She caught me staring at her and would cover herself with the shawl even though she was high.
Her blue legging looked so sexy in that side view and dim zero candle room light. After a while, she gave up and stopped covering herself. I asked her whether I was making her uncomfortable.
She said, “I was very comfortable, but not with this dress.”
I suggested she change it to her daily wear. She said it was fine. I insisted and visualized myself peeping into her. She asked me to close my eyes and changed her dress then and there.
After a while, she agreed and got up to change the dress. Dumb me! Before she even asked me to turn away, I asked her if I should turn away. She laughed loudly and said, “Hello, Sir, I have a bathroom to use. What did you think? I’ll change my dress here, trusting you?
That was a hard slap to my thought. I smiled sheepishly. By now, my earlier thoughts and small sounds of her hanging the dress, changing, and all had given me a small erection.
Finally, Hritu came out wearing a sleeveless loose-neck top and shorts. I was stunned at her legs and shoulders’ smooth, silky and clear skin tone. I kept on checking her out from the place I was sleeping. She climbed the bed, crossed over my leg, and said someone was out of control.
Yes, she saw my erect dick over my joggers. I tried to cover it using my jacket. She snatched the jacket from my hand and hung it on the wall.
Hritu – Nobody will steal it. Let it be there.
And while talking, my feet were rubbing her feet. Can’t say unintentionally!
Me – Yes, but…
Hritu – I want to kiss you!
Me – Who is stopping you?
I waited for her to make a move. She was conservative and didn’t utter a word. She was looking at the tent formed at my joggers. I got up and pulled her pony and kissed straight to her lips aggressively for 2 minutes. We broke the kiss, and both were breathing heavily.
I once again went over her in a missionary position. I kissed her continuously while touching all her back and ass and grabbing her tits. Her tits were crushed by my body weight and hard grabbing. Hritu liked my aggressive approach and started giving away small moans.
I pinched her nipples while inserting my hands beneath her t-shirt and bra. Suddenly she pushed me away and held my hands from fondling her. She told me this was wrong and feels she still loves her ex. That’s it. I didn’t want to look like a molester or a pervert.
I said it was fine and got up from her and started using my phone. She went to the bathroom again and returned to washing her face. She sat in front of me without talking anything. But I could see both of us had a feeling of lust for each other. The rum complemented it positively.
Next, without speaking, she came and sat on my lap, facing me. I was leaning on the pillows. She held my face and started kissing me again. I didn’t let her loose this time and removed her t-shirt in one go. She sat on me in her dark blue floral bra while playing with my short hair.
She removed my glasses and kept them on the table. I didn’t wait for her to remove my shirt. In no time, I was standing next to her cot in my navy blue jocky. I pulled her with her leg to the bed corner, slid my hands inside her shorts, and squeezed her ass.
She was going wild with my unexpected behaviour. Later she removed her shorts and started making out romantic gestures with me. She looked like a milf with those heavy breasts and extra fats in the right places. I was surprised to see her wearing the matching blue panty as well.
I made her sleep on her tummy and got behind her. Later I removed her panty with my teeth and pulled them down. I liked the scent of that panty. She was cleanly shaved down there. I touched and rubbed her pussy while kissing and choking her.
I could feel her wetness, and she was going out of control with my different fingering abilities (oh yes am a guitarist). Now she was in her just bra and me in my inners. I am not sure what and how it happened. She started stroking my tool with straight eye contact, and both of us were naked.
In a minute, she started riding my tool. With the help of those 2 pillows, I leaned back and watched the show of those 2 melons jumping and jiggling around. I even slapped her boobs. She liked all my creepy things. Now she had closed her eyes.
With her lips biting and self-pinching, her nipples started moaning in a language yet to be determined. She was very good at riding, and I started to moan correspondingly.
Me – So you love your ex still?
Hritu – Just shut up. That is different.
I got excited and put her beneath me, lifted her legs and inserted my love spear strongly, trying to hurt her. She gave a lovely loud moan and asked me to go slow. I gave no respect to her words and started abusing her. She liked me being the bad guy here. I again told her
Me – See me as your ex, now.
She held my back hard as if her Nails were ripping my skin and started moving her body faster to my bangs. Hritu started moaning her ex’s name louder and louder. I was excited and asked her to call my name with his.
To my shock, she started doing as per my wish and went a step ahead. She acted as if speaking to her ex-boyfriend.
Hritu – Look at me now. You broke up. You thought I’ll suffer. See, I got a better dick. Watch me getting fucked.. Please fuck me harder. Look at me, speak to me.
I started ramming her, and the sounds were louder now. I am sure the PG guys and girls could hear us. Within minutes, we both climaxed and lay naked on the bed.
We still used to continue these FWB incidents often till covid broke out. She moved back to Delhi, and I came to Chikkamagaluru. Being a Brahmin gal, she had a Muslim ex, and now I am her Christian FWB! Mind-blowing, she is the most secular girl I have ever seen!!!
Now she is married, and we are good friends. I respect her choice not to bring up the past that would affect her marriage. I am hopeful we will see each other soon once we are in the same city. But it has to be through mutual consent.
So this is my story, a bit lengthy but very much true. I tried my best to narrate it as it was. Hoping for your feedback on my story about a boring guy and a busty girl.
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