It was a rainy Friday night in June—the first rain of 2023. I was alone at home. Around 9 PM, my phone buzzed. It was Roma, a former work bestie.
“Pratty, I’m nearby,” she said. “I’ve got this big order for customized gifts in your area, so I decided to come and meet my customer personally, but the trains are not running due to heavy rainfall. There’s this creepy panwala across the street staring at me. I’m feeling uneasy, and it’s dark here. Pick me up, please?”
I agreed and started on my bike from home to get her. I reached the place she told me and looked around. I found her standing in the rain, drenched, in a light orange kurti and jeans, looking visibly tense.
As I pulled up, she quickly sat on my bike, not even pausing for the raincoat I offered her. She wanted to get to my place quickly. Back at my place, she sat on a plastic chair, still dripping wet, and unsuccessfully trying to book a cab.
I brought her a cup of coffee. “Thanks for always being a gentleman, Pratty,” she smiled, taking a sip. “Your place was the only safe option for me.”
After a while, she sighed, “There’s no way back home for me. Can I spend the night here?”
I felt uneasy being alone with her, worried that things could go wrong. If something does happen between us, it shouldn’t ruin the great bond we share. Or what if she would use it against me? Such thoughts went past my mind, and I was scared.
But I reminded myself of the trust we shared. Given her situation and our camaraderie, letting her stay was the only option. With a mischievous grin on her face, she said, “Don’t worry, we won’t do anything wrong, at least without consent.”
I laughed, unsure where this was going but deciding to go with the flow. I handed her a towel. I ordered us some biryani as she headed to freshen up. She came out in a long and tight skin-coloured shoulder tube top that was up to a few inches below her waist, only enough to cover her assets.
The upper half of her breast was out. It was barely covering her nipples.
“What are you wearing, Roma? Let me get you something else, maybe one of my wife’s nightgowns,” I said.
“Pratty, you don’t have to be so conservative. This is just my at-home style,” she replied casually. “No need to be formal.”
She urged me not to feel awkward and suggested I freshen up too and change into something more comfortable. I agreed. While I was there, she scanned through my cupboard and found a pair of boxers. When I came out after getting fresh, she handed it to me.
“You’re wearing only this—no t-shirt. Unwind from your daily grind and relax! It’s Friday night.”
I asked her to step out while I changed, but she waved it off. “No need to feel awkward.” So, I dressed in front of her, slipping on the boxers as I removed my towel.
As we had dinner, she mentioned her husband Ankit, whom she married three years ago in an arranged setup. A workaholic software engineer, he’d recently joined a new company and was sent to São Paulo for a six-month training trip.
“He’s coming back next weekend,” she added.
She sat on the couch, facing me, sitting cross-legged. While she was about to place her plate on her lap, I saw her crotch was totally exposed. I was able to see her hairy pussy. She was not wearing any undergarments.
I was trying hard to control my erection. Her sexy look was getting me hypnotized. I did not want to get things wrong between us.
Just after having dinner, she noticed a speaker on the shelf and asked if she could connect her phone via Bluetooth to play some songs. “Turn it on,” I replied.
She put on some party music and started dancing, asking me to join. We are not typical dancers but just danced enough to enjoy. She danced pretty close to me. Her intense moves were making her breasts bounce.
At one point, she wanted to tie her hair and the hairband slipped off her hands. She bent down to pick up her hairband, revealing more than half of her ass. She got up, tied her hair, and we continued dancing.
As a slow jazz song played on, she suddenly stopped, pulled me close, and started a couple’s dance. I just played along, but at that point, I was really trying hard to suppress my erection. She pulled me even closer and embraced me as we continued dancing.
My erection was not stoppable and it pricked her. I felt awkward and stepped back. She seemed upset.
“How could you? I think you got the wrong signal. What you did was so disgusting—I feel violated,” she said, looking down sadly.
I stood there, apologizing, feeling helpless. Then she suddenly burst into laughter, admitting she was only joking and that it was no big deal. Still laughing, she hugged me tightly.
Sensing where things were heading, I gently pulled away and offered to prepare the guest room since it was late.
She waved it off, smiling. “I saw your bed—it’s big enough for both of us,” she said, placing an arm around my shoulders as we walked toward my room.
“We can stay up talking, catching up on old memories. You’ve always been a gentleman, so I trust you. We wouldn’t cross any lines—at least, not without consent,” she added with a playful wink.
We sat on opposite ends of the bed, backs against the headrest, sharing a blanket and reminiscing about ex-colleagues, managers, and office parties. Her dusky skin and petite frame caught my eye as we laughed and talked into the night.
Eventually, we ran out of things to say, and silence filled the room. Breaking it, she mentioned a movie on her phone and suggested we lie down to watch it.
She soon asked if I wanted to cuddle. I agreed, and we held each other, watching the movie together.
I got a hard erection, and my cock just touched her thigh. I awkwardly moved back an inch. Seeing that, she paused the movie and moved towards me, pressing her thigh against my cock where it brushed. It sent a different vibe altogether as sparks went through me.
She pulled me closer, guiding my head to rest on her chest, holding me tight with one hand as her other gently caressed my hair.
Softly, she whispered, “Pratty, please hold me tight.” We felt each other’s breath and heartbeat. At that moment, all my worries and tensions faded away. I was lost in the moment.
After a few minutes, she whispered, “Want to suck my nipples?” I agreed and slowly pulled her top to reveal her breasts and began sucking and licking them. She was enjoying it and wanted to continue longer.
While sucking, I made circular motions with my tongue around her nipples. She liked it. “I want you to bite them slowly,” she ordered, and I followed along.
Then she asked me to stop and ordered me to perform oral on her. It was too hairy, but with little hesitation, I started pushing my tongue into her, licking everywhere. She held my head tightly and pulled me as if stuffing it inside her pussy, whispering, “Give me a French kiss there.”
I went with the flow, living in the moment. I sucked and bit her clit slowly. She enjoyed it. In the next few minutes, she said she was cumming. She probably thought I’d withdraw, but I didn’t. Her cum catapulted in my mouth. I accidentally swallowed it.
She always wanted her husband to do that for her, but he never stimulated her orally as he didn’t like it. She thanked me for fulfilling her strongest desire.
Then, she asked me to stop and sit upright. She took off what she was wearing and sat there fully naked. We were looking at each other for a minute. She was looking into my eyes. Her face was red; the black spot above her lips looked sexy.
She told me to lie down and asked me what I wanted. “I need you to blow me,” I replied, and she agreed. She gently laid on top of me, kissing and tracing her lips from head to toe. She softly nibbled my ear, neck and shoulders, making her way down to my stomach.
She pulled down my boxers and tossed them on the floor. Now, we were both naked, and things were at a different level. She moved to my thighs, brushing her lips and tongue along every inch, even from the back. Her kisses trailed down my legs until they reached my feet.
Sitting back on her knees, she lifted my foot, brushing her nose along the sole. It sent a ticklish sensation through me. Amused by my reaction, she softly chuckled before sucking on my toes.
She laid my legs down and kept my cock in between her boobs, and slowly stroked it. While doing so, she glanced at me, asking with a smile, “Liking this?”
“Feels heavenly,” I replied.
She then started stroking my cock with her hands slowly. Then she spat on it and pretended to lick it. Then paused and looked at me, smiling and teasing, “No, not now, you’ll have to wait longer.”
She quickly crawled forward, her body completely resting on me, her pussy touching my cock. It was the hardest erection I’ve had so far. She intertwined her fingers with mine, holding my hands tightly. Her face hovered just above mine, a playful smile on her lips as she gave me a wink.
Then she began putting her tongue in my mouth, kissing me passionately for a long time. We both closed our eyes and lived in the moment, feeling everything. Her body felt hotter, almost as if she was feverish. Her mouth was watering as we kissed, so much so that it started trickling down the side of my lips.
We kissed deeply, lost in a world far removed from reality. She stopped and parted my legs, making space to sit. She was still red. Despite the AC, her body glistened with sweat with a few drops falling off her forehead. Smiling at me, she slowly started stroking my cock.
After a few seconds, when she came down to suck it, I interrupted and tried to reach the drawer to get a condom. She gently slapped my hand and pulled it back, teasing, “Pratty, have you lost it? Who eats ice cream with the wrapper on? Let me handle this my way.”
She stroked and sucked my cock. Initially started slow, which I liked, but later, she got aggressive and vigorous. It was painful, and I immediately asked her to stop. She said sorry.
She was sitting in a kneeling position, placing both my legs in between hers and gently came forward. She grabbed my cock and was about to insert it in her pussy.
I insisted we use a condom, and she pulled me back and said, “I quickly need you in me. I can’t wait.”
With that, she inserted my cock into her pussy and started with slow back-and-forth thrusts. Then she bent down and touched her nipples on my face. Her sweaty boobs made the tip of her nipples very cold. I felt ticklish again, and she burst into giggles.
I really liked it when she did something during the act, and it made us laugh. The thrusting got more intense. I hadn’t lasted this longer before. After some time, I told her, “I’m cumming, you might want to get off.”
“I’m not done yet, so can we please continue,” she said putting a finger on my lips, disagreeing to withdraw. Within a few seconds, the gates of the dam opened up, flooding the village inside as I let off a huge load.
But she continued thrusting as I was still hard. Streams of moisture trickled outside, spreading all over. She initially felt I peed, so she moved her fingers down to check. “It is indeed a huge load, sticky and thick. Wow!” saying that, she took some on her fingers and rubbed it in between them.
“Ankit’s cum is never that thick. It’s very watery,” she added about her husband. She was still thrusting, now getting tired. My dick was getting soft. She withdrew and slowly fell on me. Her head on my chest, she was still panting. I moved my hand over her head, caressing her.
The way she dominated me made us laugh. These moments will never leave my mind.
“Did you enjoy that, Pratty?” she said playfully, moving her index finger on my chest.
“Yes, as much as you did. I’ll get you a contraceptive first thing tomorrow morning,” I said.
“No need, I won’t take a pill,” she said. “Ankit and I have been trying for a baby for three years with no luck. His drive is low, and he tires quickly. If I get pregnant, I’ll keep the baby.” We drifted off to sleep soon after.
I woke up in the same position, with her still lying on me, softly snoring. Gently, I placed my hand on her back, and she got up, stretching slightly before giving me a sleepy smile. “Good morning,” she whispered.
She leaned in and kissed me, just as she did the night before. That fresh morning kiss felt electrifying.
Then she pulled back, smiling. “I didn’t quite fulfil the one thing you asked of me yesterday while you granted all my wishes. Don’t worry,” she added with a playful look, “I’ll go slow—I won’t hurt you.”
She then gave me a sensual blowjob sending me to a different dimension. That was the first and the only one I’d receive in my entire lifetime. I came in her mouth. I thanked her, hugging her tightly.
We got up and went to the bathroom, sharing my toothbrush. She pulled me into the shower, hugging me close. “Thank you for an unforgettable night, Pratty” she whispered. “Let’s keep this as our little secret—and maybe, someday, we’ll meet like this again.”
We shared a few more kisses in the shower and then got ready. I dropped her off at the train station. Months have passed since, with no calls or messages.
A few days ago, I saw her Instagram post, where she was proudly showing her now slightly noticeable baby bump. Whether I’m the father or Ankit is a question best left to the puzzle section of the newspaper.