Dear readers, Thank you for all the love and support you’ve shown for the previous parts of this story. You’ve seen it all through Mohit’s eyes. But now it’s my turn to share my side. If you haven’t already read about me and Mohit, please read it here, ‘Unexpected Attractions.’
I’m Deeksha, a girl who was once shy, innocent, and introverted. To the outside world, I might still seem the same, but with Mohit, I am a daring, naughty girl. There’s nothing quite like having a mature guy who knows how to take care of you.
And so, our story continues. My tuition sessions with Mohit continued as usual. We focused intently on our studies, diving deep into textbooks and solving problems. But beneath the surface, a tension was brewing. We kept stealing glances at each other.
Our unspoken understanding grows with each passing day. In the quiet moments, we took risks—a quick kiss behind a door, fingers brushing while passing a pencil, lingering touches that sent chills down my spine. These stolen moments fueled our desire.
One afternoon, while sitting together on the couch, I leaned over to show Mohit a problem in the book. I noticed his eyes widen as he caught a glimpse of my deep cleavage. Almost half of my breasts were exposed, straining against the fabric of my low-cut top.
The sight made his heart race and his breath hitch. I couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement at his reaction. I had become quite open with Mohit. I frequently sent him sexy pictures of myself, sometimes in short clothes. Sometimes just in lingerie, nudes, or sexy dresses.
I had become so comfortable with him that I didn’t mind dressing provocatively in front of him. Sometimes, I didn’t wear a bra under my top, making our sessions even more charged with sexual tension. His closeness was overwhelming. I felt his breath on my neck, his arm brushing against mine.
The scent of his cologne, the warmth of his skin—it was intoxicating. His eyes travelled over my exposed skin. I could feel the heat rising between us. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken desire. Unable to resist any longer, Mohit turned to me and kissed me deeply.
His lips met mine with hunger. His lips were soft, and I responded eagerly, matching his intensity. As we kissed, he instinctively reached up and grabbed my breasts, pressing them harder in a romantic yet urgent way. The sensation of his hands on my soft flesh sent a surge of arousal through me.
I moaned softly into his mouth but then pulled back slightly. I removed his hand, lifted my top, revealing my smooth, creamy skin, and pushed my bra down. My breasts spilt out, firm and inviting. I took his hand again and placed it back on my exposed breasts.
My eyes locked with his, filled with desire and anticipation. Surprised but thrilled, Mohit mauled them harder, feeling their softness. The hard peaks of my nipples pressed against his palms. His thumbs circled and teased my nipples, eliciting more soft moans from me.
Our kisses grew more passionate, our tongues dancing together as if they were one. He kissed me with fervour, tasting my sweetness. We were feeling the connection between us deepen with every touch and kiss. His other hand roamed my body.
He was exploring the curves and contours that had become so familiar to him. My skin was like silk, smooth and warm under his fingertips. I could feel his heart racing, matching the frantic beat of my own. The couch creaked beneath us as we shifted.
Our bodies pressing closer together, seeking more contact, more connection. My hands were not idle either. I clung to him, my fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer, deeper into the kiss. I pressed my body against his, my breasts squishing against his chest.
It was creating a delicious friction that drove us both wild. The tension between us, the weeks of restrained desire, exploded at that moment. Making us forget everything else but each other. In that charged moment, nothing else mattered. Not the textbooks, not the world outside.
It was just us, wrapped in a cocoon of passion and longing, exploring each other with a newfound intensity that promised many more such stolen moments. We paused, breathless, our hearts pounding in unison. I whispered with a smile, “I’ve been waiting for this.”
He grinned, his eyes dark with desire. “Me too,” he said, his voice thick with longing. We knew the risk was immense. His wife could return home any minute, and it was already evening. But the excitement was too powerful to ignore.
We listened carefully for any sounds, but the house remained silent, shrouded in a thrilling stillness. “Let’s go to my room,” he suggested, holding my hand, feeling the warmth of my skin against his, and leading me down the hallway. Each step was charged with anticipation, the air crackling with electricity.
Once inside, we closed the door quietly, the click of the latch sounding like a secret shared only between us. We resumed kissing, our lips meeting with a newfound urgency. He gently pushed me against the door, his hands exploring the soft curves of my body.
He kissed my neck, trailing his lips down to my collarbone, tasting my skin. I moaned softly, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. I couldn’t get enough of him. He slid his hands under my top, feeling the smooth warmth of my skin.
My breath hitched as he moved higher, his fingers grazing the underside of my breasts. I arched into his touch, my eyes half-closed with desire. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” I murmured. We moved to the bed, the anticipation building with every step.
Our clothes quickly ended up on the floor, discarded in the heat of the moment. I lay back on the bed, my eyes filled with a mixture of lust and longing. He joined me, our bodies pressing together, the heat between us almost unbearable.
Our lovemaking was intense and urgent, a culmination of all the desires we had been holding back. Every touch and every kiss was charged with emotion, connecting us on a deep, primal level. His hands roamed my body, caressing my soft curves and exploring every inch of me.
My moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that drove him wild. We moved together in perfect harmony, our bodies attuned to each other’s rhythms. The world outside ceased to exist. It was just us, lost in a sea of passion and desire. The bed creaked beneath us.
The sheets tangled around our legs as we gave in to the intensity of our connection. Our breaths came in short, ragged gasps, mingling in the charged air between us. Afterwards, as we lay together catching our breath, he whispered, “We need to be careful, Deeksha. But I can’t get enough of you.”
I nodded, my fingers tracing delicate patterns on his chest, leaving a trail of tingling sensations. “I know. But it’s worth it,” I said, my voice soft and filled with contentment. We stayed like that for a while, savouring the closeness, the afterglow of our intense connection wrapping around us like a warm blanket.
The reality of our situation slowly seeped back in. We knew we had to return to being a tutor and student. As we walked back to the living room, I whispered, “We need to find more ways to be alone together.” He nodded, already thinking of a plan.
“We will. And next time, it will be even better,” he promised, a determined spark in his eyes. In the following days, guilt and fear of discovery weighed heavily on both of us. I grappled with conflicting emotions about my parents’ trust and my growing attachment to Mohit.
A few days later, Mohit messaged me with some exciting news. “Hey, guess what? I have some amazing news!” he typed excitedly.
“Really? What is it?” I replied.
“My wife is going to her hometown for three days. I’ll be all alone!”
“No way! I have good news, too. My parents are going out of town for a business trip at the same time.”
“Are you serious? This is perfect!”
“Yes! Just the two of us, with no one around.”
We shared our dates and realized that our free time matched perfectly. We were thrilled and couldn’t wait to be together without any interruptions. “We’ll have two days and one night to ourselves. I can’t believe this is happening. We can finally do all the things we’ve been dreaming about,” he said.
“I know! It’s going to be amazing. I can’t wait to be with you,” I responded.
The anticipation made us both giddy with excitement. We counted down the days; it was still three days to go, the wait feeling like an eternity.
“These three days are going to feel like three years,” he lamented.
“I know, right? But it will be worth it,” I assured him.
“Definitely. Let’s make every moment count,” he encouraged.
“We will. I can’t wait to see you,” I agreed.
Then he asked me, “Hey, Deeksha, will you stay with me at my place during the night?”
I replied with a smile, “I was thinking of asking you the same thing, Mohit. I want to make love with you on my bed, too.”
We decided we would spend the night in both places, making lots of memories.
The day finally arrived. We had been eagerly waiting for this moment. Mohit’s wife left for her trip in the afternoon, and my parents left in the evening. Both of us felt a rush of excitement and nervousness. This was our chance to be together without any interruptions truly.
I dressed in a cute off-shoulder blue top and a white skirt that ended just above my thighs. The outfit showed off my beautiful legs, making me feel both sexy and a little shy. I waited for Mohit to pick me up. My heart raced. When he arrived at my building, I couldn’t help but smile.
His eyes widened in admiration. “You look sexy,” he said, his voice full of admiration and desire. I blushed. “Thank you. You look handsome, too,” I replied, my eyes sparkling with excitement. We set off on a long drive, basking in the freedom of being together.
The car was filled with laughter and conversation. With each mile, I felt our connection growing stronger. We stopped for dinner at my favourite restaurant. I ordered my beloved pasta, and Mohit chose his favourite dessert to finish the meal.
The atmosphere was charged with anticipation, every glance and touch filled with unspoken desire. As we drove, Mohit teased me. His hand found its way to my neck, gently caressing my skin. Then he moved to my waist, making me shiver with delight.
His fingers traced the edge of my skirt, grazing my thighs, sending chills through my body. “Aah Mohit!” I moaned. I didn’t stop him. Instead, I pushed my seat back, lying down and giving him inviting looks. He took the cue and pushed my legs apart, his fingers playing and teasing my inner thighs.
I felt a rush of arousal and moved my legs further apart, wanting him to tease me more. My breath became fast and deep, making my breasts rise and fall in a way that drove him wild.
“Concentrate on the road,” I told him, my voice breathy and filled with desire.
“It’s tough when you’re so hard to resist,” he replied, his eyes full of mischief. “I want to do something daring and adventurous on the road.”
I shyly smiled, my heart pounding with excitement. “Okay,” I said softly. “What do you want me to do?”
He grinned. “Take off your panties.”
I was surprised but excited. “If you guess the colour of my panty right, you might get more than just my panty,” I teased.
“Black,” he guessed confidently.
I smiled in surprise. “How did you know?” Without hesitation, I took off my panties and threw them at his face.
He caught them, inhaled their scent deeply, and then kept them in his pocket. “What’s the other surprise?” he asked, his voice full of anticipation and desire.
I looked around to make sure no one could see us from outside. “Make sure no one outside notices me. I trust you with my modesty and respect.”
He nodded, his eyes serious. He adjusted the car windows for privacy. I then took off my skirt and threw it on the back seat. I was now sitting without anything below my waist, feeling both exposed and thrilled.
He pulled over the car to a safe spot, leaned over, and kissed me wildly. His hand gently rubbed my pussy, making me moan softly. The touch was electric, sending waves of pleasure through my body. After a moment, he started driving again, the thrill of our daring adventure filling the car with excitement.
He drove slowly, his hands playing with my inner thighs and pussy, making me moan and driving me crazy.
“This isn’t fair,” I said, breathless. “I’m not wearing anything, but you are.”
“Fair point,” he replied, quickly pulling over. He opened his belt and jeans button, pushing them down to his knees. “Better?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
I grabbed his dick over his undies and said, “Take these off too, or I’ll tear them.”
He laughed, pushing his undies down and freeing his erection.
I didn’t hesitate for a second. I jumped at his dick, holding it, rubbing it, teasing it, and pulling the skin up and down. My touch sent shivers down his spine, making it hard for him to concentrate on driving.
Lying in his lap, I started giving him a blowjob, my lips and tongue working magic. He struggled to keep the car on the road, enjoying the incredible sensation. He drove with one hand while his other hand spanked my ass, the sound of the slap mixing with my moans.
The pleasure was intense, and it took all his willpower to focus on driving. My blowjob was amazing, my mouth and hands bringing him closer to the edge with each passing second. The thrill of the moment, the risk, and the sheer intensity of our connection made it an unforgettable experience.
As he felt the familiar pressure building, he warned me, “Deeksha, I’m about to cum.”
Instead of slowing down, I increased my pace, using both my hands and mouth to drive him wild. The sensation was overwhelming, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. He pulled over to the side of the road, his breathing ragged, but by the time the car stopped, he was already cumming, his orgasm hitting him with full force.
I eagerly took every drop. My lips wrapped tightly around his shaft. I moaned softly, the vibrations sending even more pleasure through his body. He held my head firmly in place, making sure I couldn’t pull away. I loved it, my eyes closing in bliss as I swallowed every drop of his cum.
He felt his entire body shudder with the intensity of the orgasm, his breath coming in short, fast gasps. I finally pulled back, my lips swollen and glistening, my breathing heavy. I sat back in my seat, a satisfied smile on my face as I savoured the taste of his cum.
My eyes sparkled with a mix of satisfaction and desire, a look that made his heart race even faster. He looked over at me, his chest still heaving, and grinned. “This was the best thing a girl has ever done to me. I want to return the favour.”
My eyes darkened with desire as I took his hand and guided it to my burning-hot pussy. The heat and wetness sent a jolt of electricity through him. “Feel that? My pussy is burning with desire for your love,” I whispered, my voice husky with longing.
My eyes locked onto his, filled with a raw, unfiltered need. “Drive home quickly, Mohit. I want you badly.” He nodded, his own desire matching mine, and quickly started the car. The entire journey was charged with anticipation, the air thick with the scent of our arousal.
I leaned back in my seat, my skirt riding up, revealing the bare, soft skin of my thighs. I pulled my skirt back on but left my panties on the back seat, a naughty reminder of our wild adventure. The sight of me like that, so exposed and unashamed, drove him wild.
As he drove, I could feel the tension between us growing. My hand found its way back to his thigh, my fingers lightly tracing patterns on his skin, sending shivers through him. “You have no idea how much I want you right now,” I whispered.
My breath was hot against his ear, my lips brushing his earlobe teasingly. He glanced over at me, his eyes filled with hunger. “Trust me, I have a pretty good idea,” he replied, his voice low and filled with anticipation. We reached my place and carefully entered, ensuring no one saw us.
The thrill of sneaking in heightened our excitement. Once inside, he locked the door, turning around to find me staring at him with a lustful intensity that sent shivers down his spine. “What now?” he asked, his voice low and filled with anticipation.
I smiled playfully, my eyes dancing with mischief. “My home, my rules,” I declared, taking his hand and leading him down the hallway to my room. The house was quiet, every creak of the floorboards echoing our secret. I pushed open the door to my room.
With a gentle but firm shove, I pushed him onto my bed. He landed on the soft mattress, looking up at me. I stood before him, my eyes filled with a mix of desire and determination. I climbed onto the bed, straddling him. I leaned down, my breath hot against his ear.
I whispered, “Now it’s my turn to have some fun.” I kissed him deeply, my hands roaming over his body, igniting every nerve ending. My kiss was hungry, my body pressing against his, making it clear how much I wanted him. He could feel the heat radiating from me, the urgency in my movements.
His hands moved to my hips, holding me firmly as our kiss deepened. I pulled back slightly, my eyes locking with his. “You’ve spoiled me a lot, Mohit,” I murmured, my voice a sultry purr. He smiled, his hands sliding up to caress my back. “And I love spoiling you,” he replied, his voice thick with desire.
I grinned, my fingers working on the buttons of his shirt, my movements quick and sure. “Good, because I’m not done with you yet,” I said, my tone playful yet filled with lust.
To be continued.
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