Desi Sex Stories Hi, I am Prathibha, age 25. This is the story between me, a driver and his wife. This began when I was still studying engineering in Bangalore. I was 21 at that time.
To tell you about my looks, I am a beautiful girl with a curvy figure. At that time, my figure was 34D-26-36. I am naturally curvy. I guess it’s from my mom. I am usually a private girl and didn’t have very close friends in college. I used to feel they were too immature for me.
So, once I was coming back from college on my scooty, I suddenly hit a car because I could not judge the turn and fell. And I was hurt a little bit and was not able to stand up. The car driver initially was angry. But seeing my situation, he helped me to get up and asked if I was ok.
I was crying as my leg and hand were in pain. So took me to a hospital and gave me first aid. I then realised it was my mistake, and he also helped me a lot. I said, “Thanks a lot, Sir. Sorry, I hit your car.” He replied, “No need to say sorry, ma’am; it happens, and there is no damage to my car also.’
I thanked him a lot. Then, while going back, I got to know he is a taxi driver. I don’t know; I really felt a different vibe with him. Then, when we were about to depart, I asked him, “Sir, I have hit your car, and you helped me so much. Can I buy you lunch?” He said no at the beginning, but with my request, he agreed.
While we were having lunch in a nearby restaurant, he said, “Don’t call me Sir; I am just a taxi driver struggling to make ends meet, and you look like a very well-off family.” I said, “Then you also don’t call me ma’am, as I am very young to you. I am still in college.”
He said his name was Manju (his age was 28; I got to know later). So then we spoke about random things and got to know he was trying to live a life by driving a taxi, and he has his own struggles with it, and he doesn’t have many friends in the city.
Throughout the entire time we were speaking, he never made me feel uncomfortable. It was like we both were some long-lost friends. So, after lunch, while we were about to depart. I said, “If you want to speak to someone when you feel lonely, you can call me.”
We exchanged numbers. It was unusual of me to do so; I don’t know why I did it. So, some days passed, and I got a call from him one day. I picked up, and he said, “Prathibha ma’am, how are you? Do you remember me? I said, “Yes, driver Sir, but if you call me ma’am, I won’t speak to you.”
Then we spoke a little, as I said I am in college and will call him when I am free. I got a little excited speaking to him (not sexually, but I felt something good speaking with him). So that night, when I finished my dinner and was getting bored, I called him.
We both spoke like friends about all random things, like how his day went and the kind of customers he gets. I also spoke about my college and stuff. So, this became a routine with us for some time. We both were like best friends, and almost daily we used to call and speak.
After some days, I asked him if he was free to meet sometime. He said he also wanted to ask but thought it wouldn’t be appropriate. But I said we are friends, nothing wrong, so we decided to meet for a coffee in the evening. I wore a sleeveless Kurta with jeans.
We met. he said, “You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe you’re my friend, and so humble.” I was blushing, and we spoke and discussed random things, and we walked in the nearby park. From then on, our meetings also became common.
So slowly we got to know a lot about each other; firstly, to talk about his looks, he is 6 feet tall, has brownish skin and has a very fit body. So, he told me about his life. I got to know he came from a very struggling family. He had a younger sister studying nursing, and he takes care of his mom.
His father died and left a lot of debt, which he is paying off. I felt sorry for him. But I was impressed he was still trying to take care of his family, and he never had stupid habits. So, slowly we used to meet a lot, and holding hands while walking became common.
Almost 2 years passed, and I also got a job after college. So, one fine day he was a bit upset, and I asked what the reason was. He said his mom was forcing him to marry her brother’s daughter (which is common in South India). He is not ready for marriage.
He is finding it hard to manage, and marriage will be a big responsibility. His mom is adamant about his marriage. I told him, “If you can’t say no to your mom’s wish, at least try to talk to the girl and tell her it’s not the correct time.” He said he had already spoken to her.
The girl is very interested in marrying him, and she said she has learnt tailoring and is willing to help him after marriage. She can also bring money to him. I suggested he should be happy as he is getting a very understanding wife. He said he would think of it, and after some days he was ready to marry her.
When he first told me about his marriage, I was happy but also felt jealous. Then, whenever I used to speak with him or meet him, I used to tease him, “Oh, are you thinking about your wife.” As his marriage was near, I asked about his honeymoon plans. He said he didn’t have a budget for it.
So I surprised him with a honeymoon package to Munnar. He was really thankful. And at that time, we were in a park, and out of nowhere he said, “Don’t think otherwise, but I really love you.” I was shocked and said, “You had such feelings for me and never told me, and it’s wrong.”
Also, I see him as a friend only. He is about to get married and should not have such feelings for another girl. But inside, I felt excited and proud of myself. He then told me he knows I am way out of his league, but he just wanted to tell me once he knows I don’t think of him that way.
I consoled him, saying I know it’s natural to have such feelings. I am always his best friend and don’t feel bad about it. Then I hugged him, but not very tightly, just normally. He also said sorry, but he also said he always wants to be my friend.
After some days, I was asking him about his shopping for marriage and teased him about the honeymoon. He was like I need your help to select something. I asked how I could help. He said he wants to buy sexy lingerie for his wife for the honeymoon but needs help selecting those.
He wished I would help him shop for those. I was like, no, and felt shy, but he insisted I help him, and finally I told him I would help you, but first ask her sizes so we can get those. So, the next day we went to a mall; by this time, my sizes were 36D-28-36.
Two years had passed since I met him. I asked him what his fiancée’s sizes were. He said 36D-30-38. I was like, “Oh, nice, you are lucky,” and teased him. Then when we went to select intimate dresses for his wife, the dresses were really hot.
I was feeling shy. First, he selected something normal, but I told him he should select sexy ones. I selected one which was a red netted one with a netted panty and netted bra. He was excited, and I felt he was imagining me also in those at that point. Then we selected a few more which were very hot.
After that, we both had dinner, then he suddenly asked me if I could wear those and show them to him. I was not expecting such a request from him, and I said no, but he kept insisting I was also feeling a tickling sensation to wear such clothes in front of a guy.
After a lot of requests, I agreed but said we don’t have a place to try it; he insisted I try in his home. I trusted him, and we went to his place. So, I first wore black lingerie and went and showed him; he was in the hall. He was like, “Wish you were my wife.”
I kept all my hair removed, so I was looking very good. Then slowly I showed him other dresses. Then at last I wore the red one, which was the sexiest, and I came out. He was like, “You look like a goddess.” I also was aroused by his continuous praising.
Then he said, “Can you close your eyes?” He said he would show something. I closed my eyes, and when he asked me to open them, he was in underwear. I was like, “What’s this?” He was like, he wants to masturbate seeing me like this. He said, ” You don’t like me as a bf, but at least agree to this.”
I was not sure (but I was aroused), so I said ok. He removed his underwear; I was shocked to see a monster of a dick. It was 8 inches long and thick, and I never thought someone could have such. I have seen some porn but never expected it to be that big.
So, he slowly started masturbating, seeing me, and I was getting wet in my pussy. And after some time, he cum a lot seeing me. My pussy was on fire seeing such a scene. Then he hugged me and said thanks. We hugged for some time and parted.
To be continued.