Desi Sex Stories This is a fictional story based entirely on my imagination and fantasy. I’m presenting it as though it were written by Ms. Shraddha, the girl in the story, rather than me.
Hi, my name is Shraddha. I am from Pune. I am 30 years old. I am 5’5 ” tall, fair, and 34-28-33. This incident happened a year ago. It is a real experience.
I am working in Navi Mumbai. So, the incident happened when I got a job in Navi Mumbai. I was looking for a rented flat. After looking at so many flats, I liked one flat in Panvel.
The house owner was 48 years old, 5’6 ” tall, with very little grey hair and fair skin, and a charismatic personality. His name is Sameer. He was living in Worli with his wife. He has a flat in Panvel purchased as an investment. As time passed by, my relationship with Sameer and his wife became very strong.
One day, his wife called me and told me that she was going to Pune. Her daughter was getting admission there for graduation. I went there to meet her in the evening after my office. Sameer was not at home at that time. I was helping his wife with packing, and Sameer came. We exchanged hellos.
In an hour or so, I was about to leave for my home when his wife stopped me and told me to look after Sameer. I said, “Sure. Sameer, call me anytime if you need my help.”
I also had a good relationship with Sameer. After two days, Sameer called me.
Sameer: Hi!
Me: Hey Sameer.
Sameer: How are you doing?
Me: Doing well. Is everything good from your side?
Sameer: It’s the weekend, and I was planning to come to Panvel for some society work, so I thought of calling you. I hope you are not busy.
Me: No, Sameer. I am free also. I have holidays on weekends.
Sameer: What’s your plan for today?
Me: Nothing for now.
Sameer: Would you mind coming with me for a movie and dinner?
Me: Sure. Why not?
Sameer: Evening show, movie, and then dinner?
Me: Sure.
Sameer: I will book the ticket and pick you up.
Me: Sure.
I wore a short-sleeved T-shirt and jeans and wore light make-up. I wore perfume and left my hair open. He came in a formal short-sleeved shirt and pants. I was very comfortable with Sameer and his wife. We were like family. So, we both were comfortable with going out. I sat in his car.
Me: Hey, Sameer.
Sameer: Looking beautiful.
Me: Thank you. Sameer, do you always wear formal?
Sameer: No, but as a corporate man, most of the time, yes.
Me: During outings, you should wear casuals. You have a good personality.
Sameer: Next time, I will remember this.
We talked on our way to the theatre. We went inside, where the movie had already started. We took our seats and started watching the movie. During the movie, our bare hands touched each other unintentionally. But as time passed, I started feeling his hairy hand touching my clean-shaven hand.
It was giving me goosebumps. I started liking it, so I put my hands there only. We both didn’t move our hands. There was an interval, and the lights went on. A few people were looking at us. We looked like a father and daughter. Sameer brought one popcorn tub for us.
After the interval, the movie started, and we were sharing a popcorn tub. I tried to take popcorn from the tub, and Sameer did the same. Our fingers caressed each other. I looked up beside Sameer. He looked at me at the same time, and we both exchanged smiles.
It happened many times that our fingers touched each other. Now, it seemed like we both were doing it intentionally. Once the popcorn finished, our hands started to rub again. This time, Sameer was touching my hand with his fingers.
I slid my hand near Sameer and signaled that I liked his touch. He then held my right hand in his left. I didn’t respond and held it back. Once the movie was over, we went to dinner. During the ride from the theatre to the hotel, we didn’t utter a single word.
We reached the hotel and sat at the dinner table. I broke the silence with a review of the movie, and then we talked a lot there. We even talked about each other’s personal lives.
After dinner, we got into the car and left for home. I started liking Sameer’s company. I was feeling upset that our time together was over. During our car ride, Sameer suddenly asked me.
Sameer: What’s your plan for Sunday?
Me: Nothing. But I was thinking about making a plan.
Sameer: Go on.
Me: How about I cook lunch for tomorrow?
I had a plan with my friend. But I wanted to cancel it and wanted to spend some time with Sameer.
Sameer: Done. Tomorrow at 9.30 am I will be your guest.
Me: Done.
I started to be attracted to Sameer and his persona. During the night in bed, I was thinking about the time I spent with Sameer. Mainly, I was thinking about his touch. I haven’t had sex from many months, and so the thought of that makes me horny and bold.
Suddenly, I got a text on my phone. I took my phone to check it, and I was surprised to see that it was Sameer’s.
Sameer: Awake?
Me: Yes.
Sameer: I had a great time today. After so many years, I had a very good time.
Me: Same here, Sameer. Thank you for that.
Sameer: Glad you like it. I was in two minds about messaging you.
Me: Why?
Sameer: I was thinking, what if you got offended by this late message?
Me: You can message or call me anytime. And regardless, I was thinking about that only.
Sameer: Really?
Me: Yes, Sameer. It was the best day I’ve spent in many years.
Sameer: The evening ended early today.
Me: Yes, I would have spent a few more hours.
Sameer: Can’t wait to see you again in the morning.
Me: Same here. Try to come early.
Sameer: I never thought I would tell you, but I was feeling different today.
Me: What does that mean?
Sameer: After the movie, I was feeling young.
Me: How?
Sameer: I will tell you tomorrow.
Me: Can’t wait.
Sameer: Me too. Good night.
Me: Good night.
After that chat last night, we both knew where it was going. So, the next morning, I got up around 8:30 am, had a bath, applied lotion, and wore a deep V-neck spaghetti strap tank top and pajamas. I wore a jacket. I kept my hair open.
After half an hour, the doorbell rang. I opened the door, and there he was—standing there in a T-shirt and jeans. I welcomed him and closed the door behind me. He hugged me, and I hugged him back. His perfume was smelling so good that it was driving me crazy.
We broke the hug, and silence spread in the room. After a few minutes, he broke the silence again.
Sameer: You look beautiful as always (he glanced at me from head to toe)
Me: You look dashing in casual.
Sameer: It was your order, and I followed it.
Me: No, really, you should wear it more often.
Sameer: I will when you are around.
I smiled and went to the kitchen. He followed me.
Sameer: Need any help?
Me: No.
Sameer: I am glad you liked the time we spent yesterday. I was having a fear.
Me: Fear?
Sameer: Yes, I was afraid that I held your hand, so what would you think of me?
Me: I held your hand also.
Sameer: I wasn’t even expecting a reply yesterday night.
Me: I wasn’t expecting a message from you.
Saying this, I removed my jacket and started making a bun of my hair as I was about to start cooking.
Sameer: Let it open, Shraddha. With this top, you are looking more sexy with your hair open.
I let my hair open again.
Me: Sameer, you were telling me yesterday that you were feeling young?
Sameer: I felt like I was having dinner with my girlfriend. I had that spark in me when it used to be during my dating days. It was hard thinking about you at night, too.
Me: You imagined me as your girlfriend?
Sameer: I’m sorry if I offended you. That’s the truth. Last night, I dreamt about us.
Me: Don’t be sorry. The feelings are mutual.
We were talking about our feelings towards each other. We finished our dinner and sat on the sofa to watch a movie. Sameer was sitting beside me on the right side. We were sitting so close to each other. He held my hand in his. I dropped my face on his left shoulder.
My bare hands were touching his hairy hand. I felt horny and wanted him. I wanted him to move first. He made the move after a few minutes. My head was on his shoulder. He kissed my forehead. I saw him and kissed his cheek.
He raised my face, looked into my eyes, and said, “I like you, and I want you.”
“I like you too, Sameer,” I replied. His face came closer to mine. I closed my eyes. He put his lips on mine. In a few seconds, his tongue started running on my lips. I opened my mouth and started kissing him back. My hands wrapped around his neck.
He rubbed my left boob with his right hand and rubbed my right ass with his left hand. He broke the kiss. “I want more. I want to love each part of your body,” he said. “I am all yours,” I replied. Hearing this, he grabbed my left hand and guided me to my bedroom.
He pushed me to the wall at the entrance of the bedroom. My back was resting on the wall, and he started kissing me again. He was kissing me all over my face. We went into the bedroom. He grabbed me towards him and started licking my neck.
He licked each part of my neck. While licking, his right hand went inside my top and started rubbing my left breast. He removed his hand from my top and removed my top. He started licking me again. He came down and grabbed my left boob and started sucking it.
He was sucking both my boobs one by one. He came up. I removed his T-shirt. He had an average hairy body with a few grey hairs here and there. I unzipped his jeans and removed his underwear. His big erect dick popped out. It was clean-shaven.
We were looking into each other’s eyes. He held my hand and put it on his dick. I started to rub his dick. He removed my pyjamas and panties. My flat owner, Sameer, and I were both naked. He held me and hugged me. Our bodies were rubbing each other, exchanging sweat. He started kissing me on my lips again.
I broke the kiss and kissed his neck, chest, and upper part of your body. He held my left hand and made me grab his dick and started stroking his penis. I was kissing his body. “Suck me,” he said. I went down. Held his dick and stroked it and put it in my mouth, and started to take it in and out.
He was pushing his dick in and out of my mouth as if he was fucking my mouth. In a minute or two, his dick was all wet with my saliva. He held my shoulder and made me get up and lie down on the bed. Came on top of me and started kissing me. We were kissing passionately.
He put his right-hand fingers on my clitoris and started rubbing it. He then put his two fingers, one by one, into my pussy. “Aah, fuck,” I moaned. Held his hand and started kissing it. I was on cloud nine and wanted to be fucked badly. “Don’t tease me. Fuck me,” I said.
Hearing this, he removed his finger from my pussy. He licked his fingers and then kissed me. I was feeling the taste of my pussy. It was making me wilder. He got up. Took condoms from his pocket. Wore them and came on top of me. He put his dick inside me and started pushing in and out slowly.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and hugged him tightly. He was fucking me hard now. I was moaning loudly. In two to three minutes, he stopped. Removed his dick from my pussy and dragged me on top of him. I was on top of him. I held his dick and put it on the entrance of my pussy, and slid it in.
I started jumping on his dick. He held both my jumping boobs with both his hands. He dragged me for a hug. I bent down. My boobs were rubbing on his hairy chest. He was hugging me tight and fucking me. He stopped and moaned loudly. I lay on him, hugging each other.
We were all wet with sweat. In a minute or two, he got up and removed his condom. I slept on his left shoulder and hugged him. We slept there naked and talked for an hour.
It was the dream sex my flat tenant gave me. This is my first time writing a fictional sex story from her perspective.
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