After intense sexting for over two months, the sexual tension between us was already very high when we first met. She had come to pick me up at the Mumbai airport, dressed in a white high neck woollen crop top and short skirt. Her hair was tied in a ponytail and she had white sports shoes on. I recognised her standing beyond the railings at the exit gate and waved at her. So did she. We exchanged pleasantries, hugged briefly and walked to her car.
The drive back home was long, more in anticipation than in distance. While we indulged in small talk, I couldn’t help notice her body – her neck, shoulders, breasts inside her top, slightly visible belly, outline of her bra, her bare legs and those feet on the pedals. She caught me glancing at her once and asked casually, “Kya hua? (Translation: What is it?)”. I said, “Kuch nahi. (Translation:
Nothing.)”
At her small 1-room Andheri East house, I went straight to the bathroom, washed my hands, splashed some water on my face and wiped it dry with a towel hanging next to the basin, slightly wet from an earlier wipe. She lived alone. There was no sofa or couch in the single room flat – just a mattress on the floor. I sat down, still in my sweatshirt and joggers. She handed me a bottle of water and asked if I am hungry.
I extended my hand and pulled her into a tight hug. She fell on me and rolled on to the mattress next to me over my right hand as we looked into each other’s eyes. I put my left leg on her waist and my hand on her back under her top.
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Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/rmm2s9/meeting_a_virtual_friend_in_mumbai_str8fm
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