Author: OriginalPerformer2

Meeting a virtual friend in Mumbai [Part 2] [Straight] [FM] [Oral]

It was 8am on a Saturday morning. The Mumbai weather had a slight chill at 20 degrees Celsius, as cold as it gets in winters. We were lying on a mattress on the floor, dressed as we were. I held her in tight embrace as we kissed, my right hand under her neck, left palm caressing her bare back under her top and our tongue in each other’s lips. I could feel her body breathing heavily taken by surprise of my sudden move.

I pull my lips off her and said, “Finally, we meet”. She smiled and replied, “Yes”. I took my left hand lower down her back to her waist till I could feel the waist of her skirt, and pushed my palm inside through her butt crack till I could grab a butt and pinched it. “I want to eat you now”, I said. She squirmed and opened her legs, saying “I have been waiting for you to.”. Read more »

Meeting a virtual friend in Mumbai [Str8][FM]

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. Read more »