Desi Sex Stories It rained heavily on Friday evening. In such rainy weather, I felt reluctant to go to the office on Saturday. Nevertheless, I went. My mind was not on my work at all. I was staring at the rain outside.
In the afternoon, it started pouring heavily again. Just then, a female colleague from my office came up to me and said, “Are you just going to keep watching the rain from the window like this, or will you enjoy it too?”
“How can I enjoy it? The office is open, my friend!”
“Work will keep happening, but we should enjoy the rain first.”
“Yes, I also wish to get drenched and bathe in the rain.”
“Yes, I want to as well. So let’s do one thing—come on, let’s go for a ride on your bike and get drenched in the rain!”
“Yes, that’s a great idea. Let’s leave right now. Anyway, it’s a half-day today. But where shall we go?”
“Let’s go towards Thol Lake!”
“Yes, that’s a wonderful place. It will be fun.”
The two of us set off on my bike from Prahlad Nagar towards Thol Lake. It was raining heavily. Riding a bike while getting drenched had a completely different charm. Soon, we left Ahmedabad behind, and the rural landscape began.
Kritika rested her head on my shoulder, wrapped both her hands around my waist, and hugged me. We were moving towards the lake. Due to the rain, there was no one to be seen on the road. As if the rain had heightened her arousal, she began to touch my dick.
Surprised by her gesture, I asked, “What are you doing?” Kritika placed her left index finger on my lips and gestured for me to remain silent. We were just about to reach the lake. Kritika found it difficult to caress my dick through my pants, so she reached inside my pants and began touching it directly.
Her caresses made it erect immediately. Because of what she was doing, I could barely focus on riding the bike. But it seemed Kritika had made up her mind. she crossed all limits and began undoing the hook and zipper of my pants.
“Kritika, what are you doing? Wait a bit, we are almost there!” I tried to stop her with my left hand, but she undid the hook and zipper, pulled down my underwear, and continued caressing my dick. I said, “If someone sees us on the road, it will be trouble.”
Kritika replied, “Forget about people; they watch things secretly on their phones anyway!” With the rain pouring from above, riding at full speed while being stimulated below felt incredible. Now, I was highly aroused too. I stopped the bike and made Kritika sit in front of me, facing me, and started riding again.
While the bike was moving, Kritika unbuttoned my shirt entirely and hugged my drenched body tightly. What an amazing feeling that was! Finally, we reached the lake, but by then the rain had stopped.
Due to the mud, we parked the bike a short distance away and walked toward the lake. We sat down near a tree by the lake, experiencing the clean environment in the lap of nature. While talking, I said, “Looking at these two creations of nature, I cannot understand which one is more beautiful!”
“Two? Who are the two?”
“One is this greenery, and the other is you!”
“Oh come on… me? And if that is the case, you are no less. Look at your physique—lean aesthetics with abs. Girls are crazy for a body like this.”
“No, I am not like that.”
“Tell me honestly, why do you go to the gym?”
“Should I tell the truth?”
“Yes, the truth…”
“1. To look good while fucking. 2. To fuck a good-looking beauty. 3. Health is optional, maybe.”
She slapped my back lightly and said, “You will never change…”
“What is there to change? It is a dream, after all. And what about what you were doing on a moving bike? When girls do it, it’s hormones, but when guys do it, they are called perverted and lustful. Wow!”
“No, it’s not like that. This rainy weather makes me feel excited. The blood circulation in my body is increasing, and my limbs feel restless.”
“Oh, just say it directly that your pussy is itching!”
“What?”
“I mean, you want sex.”
“Yeah!”
“Why are you sounding so shy about it? I am not like your boyfriend who would judge you. And where was this shyness on the bike?”
“Yes, that is true. You have never judged me. You have always supported me as my best friend. Actually, I got extremely excited on the bike. Leaving all thoughts aside, I just did what I felt like doing, no matter what anyone thinks or sees.”
“Exactly! During sex, you have to put shame and other thoughts aside to truly enjoy it, just like you did on the bike. In a way, you have to become wild and uninhibited during sex.”
“You are right, just like you. You act all well-mannered in the office, but I know exactly how well-mannered you really are.”
“Actually, I have been in the mood since yesterday. I had absolutely no desire to come to the office today. I had planned to pick up Ishika from her PG after office and go to my flat. But this afternoon, our plan came together.”
“So, are you just going to keep talking about your mood and plans, or are you going to execute them too?”
“Needless to ask! Get ready.”
“Yes, show me today how well-mannered you are or aren’t.”
“You will see. Your hormones were surging a lot on the bike.”
I took Kritika in my arms and began kissing her lips. Meanwhile, dark clouds started gathering in the sky. Even though it was two o’clock in the afternoon, it became as dark as eight o’clock at night.
Lightning began to flash, clouds thundered, and the wind started blowing, as if the rain was ready to pour relentlessly. The rain was about to pour on the earth, and I was about to pour myself over Kritika’s body.
I let down her hair and took off her T-shirt and pants. In such a pleasant atmosphere, my sexual desire and intensity were rising. I was kissing Kritika passionately. Soon, the rain started. I stripped off all my clothes and removed the remaining clothes from Kritika’s body.
Kritika and I stood completely naked under the open sky, getting drenched in the rain. Raindrops trickled down her naked body from her neck, flowing through the deep cleavage between her breasts, down her zero-fat abdomen, touching her pussy. Finally dripping onto the ground.
I thought to myself that this water was no less than nectar and should not be wasted. I immediately knelt down near her pelvis, placed my mouth against her pussy, and began drinking the rainwater that had touched her body and genitals.
After drinking that water, I moved up her body and sucked her neck and breasts.
The rainwater falling straight from the sky onto her breasts made sucking them highly enjoyable, and the water tasted incredibly sweet. After sucking her breasts for a while, I made Kritika hold onto the trunk of the tree and bend over. I moved behind her, rubbing my dick against her pussy.
Then, holding her hair, I began penetrating her in a standing doggy-style position. Both our bodies were completely drenched, creating a slapping sound as I thrust into her. Intermittently, I spanked her buttocks hard. Because my hands were wet from the rain, the slaps felt intense and made a loud sound.
Her buttocks began to turn red from the spanks. Kritika was also enjoying being penetrated in the rain, crying out loudly, though her moans did not travel far in the heavy downpour. We grew tired of standing up, so we lay down on the grass for a while.
The rainwater collected in the small depression of Kritika’s navel until it filled up completely. The water then overflowed, trickling along the curves of her waist onto the grass. I got up, positioned my elbows between her thighs while lying on my stomach.
I placed her legs over my shoulders, and brought my head to her navel to drink the collected water. I drank it quickly, emptying the space. Then I stood up, spread her legs, placed my hands beside her breasts, lined up my dick against her pussy, and began thrusting again by moving my hips back and forth.
Getting drenched in the rain made me feel intoxicated. In that state, I thrust into her forcefully.
Some female readers message me saying I should respect women. I do respect every woman. However, during sex, if respect and traditional manners get in the way, sex loses its meaning. During sex, both the man and the woman need to become physically and mentally uninhibited to truly enjoy it and explore their darkest fantasies.
If any female reader’s feelings are hurt, please forgive me. My intention is never to insult women. I always write stories keeping in mind women’s participation in sex, the dissatisfaction they face due to men, and how they are often deprived of true physical pleasure.)
As I continued thrusting, I leaned into Kritika’s ear and spoke dirty to her: “Weren’t you satisfied having sex with your boyfriend that you came to get fucked by me? Does that useless guy have no strength in his dick? Did he break your hymen, or did someone else do it?”
Kritika replied in turn, “You bastard, why are you talking trash about my boyfriend? Look at yourself—you must have slept with over a hundred women. That Ishika is like your personal whore. She probably comes to get drilled by you three or four times a week.”
“Yes, my personality is just that of a playboy. Any fine woman gets impressed by me easily.”
“I know, asshole. You didn’t even spare the Head of HR. Your beastly dick tore through her pussy too.”
“You bitch, your condition is going to be even worse than hers today. God might save this earth from the wrath of the rain, but no one will save you from my wrath today. You are done for! Consider your pussy completely wrecked!”
“Match your actions to your words. Let me see how much stamina your gym workouts have given you.”
“Yes, see the stamina of my dick today.”
Engaging in this dirty talk, I thrust into her harder. Such talk does not diminish our mutual respect outside of intimacy, but during sex, these raw words heighten arousal. The dirtier the talk, the deeper the sexual connection. The more exposed the bodies and minds, the greater the pleasure.
The rainwater acted as a lubricant, preventing any friction against her vaginal walls. My dick slid in and out smoothly, making a squelching sound. Kritika screamed with pleasure, and I kissed her to muffle her cries.
After spending some time in the missionary position, we switched back to a modified doggy style. Kritika knelt on the ground with her face down. I held her hair with my right hand and slapped her buttocks with my left hand while thrusting into her.
It was very dark due to the heavy clouds, but occasional flashes of lightning lit up the sky. Our bodies were soaked, and whenever the lightning flashed, the raindrops on our naked skin glistened like diamonds. It was an incredible sight.
The rumble of thunder, the darkness, a naked couple engaging in intercourse in the lap of nature facing a lake. Surrounded by swaying green trees and grass, illuminated by long streaks of lightning. A guy with six-pack abs and a lean, muscular body kneeling behind a fair-skinned woman with full breasts.
Pulling her hair, spanking her, and passionately thrusting his large, vascular dick inside her soft pussy in the pouring rain. Up in the sky, even the celestial nymphs might feel jealous of Kritika, wishing they were in her position to experience such pleasure.
This felt like paradise. There could be no better way to welcome the rain. If an artist could capture this description in a painting, they certainly should. The cold wind blowing across the landscape brought a chill to the air. But our bodies remained hot from the intense physical exertion.
The cool breeze provided relief, though I barely noticed it. I was focused entirely on passionately engaging with Kritika to satisfy my desires. I lost all track of my surroundings, seeing only her naked body as she surrendered herself completely to the pleasure, trusting me even more than her boyfriend.
She used to ask me, “I love my boyfriend, so why don’t I enjoy sex with him as much as I do with you?”
I would tell her, “We tend to look at love and sex together, but love and sex are independent of each other. They don’t necessarily have anything to do with one another. For sex, a bold and raw physical connection is enough. Love is not a requirement.” After a while, we changed positions again.
I had Kritika lie on her back while I knelt between her thighs. I spread her legs wide, placed my hands on her breasts. I began thrusting into her again while squeezing them. With her legs wide apart, her pussy opened up, allowing my dick to slide in and out effortlessly.
I scooped up water from the puddles around her body and splashed it over her breasts and stomach, striking her breasts firmly with my wet hands. She felt a bit of pain, but she enjoyed it. Since the heavy raindrops were hitting her face directly, I covered her face with my shirt.
The rain felt like a source of divine energy, revitalising me with every drop. As the water began to accumulate around her body due to the heavy downpour, we decided to head back toward the bike. Water was starting to log near the bike as well, so we decided to head home.
We quickly put on our soaked clothes and headed toward the main road. However, neither mine nor Kritika’s desire had been fully quenched. Upon reaching the main road, I stopped the bike at a deserted spot. I quickly got off and put the bike on its double stand.
We stripped off our clothes again and hung them over the headlight. I made Kritika lie down right across the centre of the bike. I stood on the left side, resting her legs over my shoulders. I held the back of her neck with my left hand to help her maintain her balance on the bike.
I used my right hand to guide my dick into her pussy. Once inside, I gripped her neck with both hands. Kritika wrapped her legs around my neck and held onto my waist for stability. She lay on my bike, riding my dick. The momentum of my thrusts made her body shift, causing the bike to shake as well.
But I continued to thrust forcefully into her in that stormy weather. Because of the heavy rain, visibility was low. Suddenly, Kritika caught a flash of white light. She glanced around and noticed something approaching from the right. Lost in my own rhythm, I kept going.
She panicked and said, “Manvik, someone is coming from the right. Let’s go hide behind that tree.” But I refused, saying, “Visibility is extremely low in this downpour. No one will see anything. And even if they do, let them look—we are just having sex!” I continued thrusting.
A white car sped past our side, and the driver honked rhythmically and flashed his high beams, as if acknowledging our intimacy. Kritika’s waist began to ache, so we changed positions. She placed her right leg down, rested her head on the fuel tank. I extended her left leg straight up toward the sky.
I wrapped my right arm around her leg, placed my right foot on the silencer. My left foot near the stand, sitting half-perched on the bike. Using my left hand to guide my dick back into her, I resumed thrusting. The force of the movements made her breasts jiggle against the tank.
Catching a glimpse of my naked reflection in the side mirror, I felt completely in my element. I grabbed her hair with my left hand, kissing her deeply while thrusting. I began sucking and biting her breasts, pulling at her nipples with my teeth. Kritika orgasmed multiple times during this.
As I neared my own climax, I increased the speed of my final strokes. My grip on her breasts tightened. On the final thrust, I held my dick deep inside her for about five seconds before pulling out. I cum forcefully. The first spurt shot past her face and landed straight on the road.
The second hit the right-side mirror, the third landed on the speedometer, and the fourth, fifth, and sixth spurts covered her lips, breasts, and stomach. I milked the remaining semen onto her abdomen and navel with my hand. I rubbed my dick over her stomach to spread it around.
I did the same on her breasts, spreading the semen over them, and finally brought my semen-covered dick to her lips. Kritika immediately took it into her mouth, licking it clean. My semen proved stubborn, as it did not wash away from her body despite the heavy rain.
Exhausted after two hours, we sat near a tree for a while before heading back toward Ahmedabad around 4:30 PM. So, how did you like our ‘welcoming of the rain?’