Desi Sex Stories I’m Imran, the guy who knows how to turn a simple chat into an unforgettable night. Two months ago, I matched with Arpita on a social media app. She was 36 and had been divorced 6 years ago.
A Kannada beauty with sharp features, long black hair, and a body that still turned heads. She was chubby with body sizes of 38-36-42, and her soft skin was amazing.
She lived alone in Bangalore, working in the hospital sector as a nurse. Our chats started innocently, but in a few weeks it turned flirty. I could sense the hunger in her messages—the kind that builds up after six long years without a man’s touch.
Last week I finally convinced her to meet. “Let’s go to a nice pub on Saturday,” I said. She hesitated at first. “I’ve never been to one,” she confessed. That only made me want her more.
I made her feel relaxed and said that she would enjoy it a lot after working the week long and work stress. She could enjoy it and would feel relaxed. To which she agreed.
I picked her up in my car. She looked stunning in a deep-necked kurti which was exposing her cleavage fully whenever she bent. And her leggings that hugged her curvy fat ass. She had worn heels and had put on makeup and glossy lipstick. Her perfume was intoxicating.
We reached the upscale nightclub in Indiranagar. The moment we entered, the thumping music and dim lights hit her. I ordered strong cocktails and whiskey for us. I could see guys kept seeing her, and even those guys who had come with their girls were checking her out.
After a couple of drinks, she loosened up. She was laughing at my jokes; her eyes sparkled with a mix of nervousness, excitement and lust when I was holding her hand while talking. She had not had the touch of a guy after being divorced, and she had felt ignored after the divorce.
“Come on,” I whispered, pulling her to the dance floor after the drink. The beat was slow and sensual. I placed my hands on her waist, drawing her close. She trembled slightly as our bodies pressed together. For the first time in six years, a man’s hands were on her.
I could feel her breathing quicken. My fingers traced her half-bare back of her kurti, and she didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned in, her soft breasts brushing against my chest.
We danced like that for what felt like hours, grinding slowly, my lips occasionally grazing her neck. She was getting wet; I could tell by the way her hips moved against me.
“Imran, this feels so good,” she murmured, her voice husky from the drinks, and she was getting aroused.
By midnight, we both knew where this was heading. I booked a hotel room nearby, and we headed to the hotel room. She held my hand while we drove to the hotel. We reached the hotel, checked in, and went to our room. The moment the door closed, the dam broke.
I pulled her against me and placed a deep kiss, tasting the cocktails on her tongue. My hands roamed freely now—squeezing her round ass through her dress, then sliding up to cup her heavy breasts. She moaned loudly, years of pent-up desire exploding in her.
I undressed her slowly by removing her kurti and sliding her leggings down and letting them fall to the floor. Her black bra and panties looked perfect on her mature body.
I unhooked the bra, freeing her big, soft breasts with dark nipples already hard. I sucked on them hungrily while my fingers slipped into her panties. She was soaking wet.
“Fuck me, Imran,” she begged, her voice shaking. “It’s been so long.”
I laid her on the king-sized bed and spread her legs. Her pussy was shaved smooth, glistening with juices. I went down on her first, licking and sucking her clit and fingering her pussy while licking.
Arpita arched her back, grabbing my hair, moaning in Kannada, “Ayyo, Innu mado kanu chanag kanstaede.” (Do it more, it feels so good.)
I licked her for 5 mins, and she cum hard within no time. Her thighs clamped around my head, and she was pulling my hair and moaning.
Then it was my turn. I stripped, and my dick sprang out. She was shocked to see an 8-inch dick and started sucking it like a pro and kissed it. After a nice blowjob, I positioned my hard cock at her entrance. She was tight after all those years.
I pushed in slowly, inch by inch, watching her eyes roll back in pleasure and moaning. Once fully inside, I started thrusting deep, rhythmic strokes. The sound of our bodies slapping filled the room. I fucked her missionary first for 5 mins nonstop. Her pussy was leaking the juice like anything, and then flipped her over for doggy style. I gripped her wide hips and pounded harder. She moaned a lot as she was turned on.
She loved it rough, pushing back against me, screaming my name as she cum again. We didn’t stop and had 3 sessions that night till 4 am. Round after round—her riding me, me taking her against the wall, even on the sofa and on the balcony.
She felt satisfied and lively after spending six years of loneliness. She was enjoying the fun. We slept together naked, hugging each other.
Sunday was even better. We woke up at 11 and ordered room service. We had breakfast in bed, and then continued. I fucked her slow and sensual this time, making her feel every inch. She sucked me eagerly; her full lips wrapped around my cock like she’d been waiting for this forever.
We had sex till evening and then took a shower together. We had sex in the shower, and I dug her ass nicely again in the shower. By evening at around 5 pm, we were exhausted but satisfied, bodies tangled in the sheets, her pussy filled with my cum.
She felt happy, and she said after a long time she had such fun. She decided to be in touch without being in a serious relationship. I dropped her back to her hostel. Before leaving the car, she kissed me deeply and whispered: “This was my first pub, first real touch after divorce… and the best weekend of my life.”
I just smiled and said, “I’m ready to help you in every way.” She became my partner in an FWB relationship. Another conquest, another satisfied woman. Bangalore nights never disappoint.
Any woman or girl who likes to have secret fun on weekends can leave a reply in my email. My mail ID is [email protected]. I can also take you for long drives if you’re looking for a companion to overcome your boring weekends.