Desi Sex Stories Hello to all the readers of Indian sex stories. I am back again with another story that happened not long ago.
The lead character of the story is Ayesha, whom I met at my workplace. She was so vivacious and carried an aura of passion so vividly that it was almost palpable. We had an electric chemistry even before the first word crossed our lips. What started as curiosity slowly turned into an irresistible attraction that pulled us both in.
I have worked for more than 10 years in corporate life. Ayesha was a new addition to the project from the previous year. I was the most experienced on the team, and I was mentoring everybody in their initial phase. In about 6 months, Ayesha became very fast and quite productive with the work, too.
And slowly those work chats evolved into personal ones. No masks were worn by either of us; we were comfortable and trusted each other. I shared my sex stories of the past, the truth of mine with her, and her acceptance didn’t need explaining. She never judged anything at all in what I spoke to her.
She even read all of them and gave her frank reactions along with feedback that was so pure. It was so endearing of her to read them, and she even shared them with her friends, which I would never have expected, and yet I cherished how connected she felt with my personal life. I never felt like her friend or anything at that moment, but rather family. Gradually, as weeks passed by, maybe months, she had started disclosing details of her life to me, especially about her breakup.
She seemed to really need to talk to someone, so I just heard her patiently and calmed her down by asking her not to blame herself for that relationship’s breakdown, encouraging her that sometimes it is necessary to get out and start fresh. She later told me how relieved she felt by unburdening herself of whatever she had been bearing all along by talking to me.
That’s when the Shimla trip came into being: a week-long team outing that turned our story all around. Amid lots of laughter and moments of completely being there in our own world, the spark between us flared up. It wasn’t sudden, as we had both felt the same spark with just a little proximity; however, this time the chemistry seemed to really be overwhelming for both.
We began liking each other that much more, felt such a comfortable connection, being fully aware we were slowly crossing the imaginary boundaries between friendship and lust, but neither of us desired to step back from it. It wasn’t announced verbally by any of us, yet felt really strongly. Then we flew back to Bangalore carrying those sweet feelings, which we continued to build upon as the days passed.
I finally mustered enough courage to give Ayesha red lingerie as a birthday gift. Her response, as she told me later, was a sweet, surprised shock that no one had ever thought of giving her such a romantic and beautiful gift as this, and with a smiling promise from her that I could see her in that lingerie.
Inside our office, we lived out our work personas so well: serious discussions and formal smiles. But once outside the office premises, it was different, where we shared the boldest and most detailed conversations about all those wishes which didn’t seem like they could ever be fulfilled in real life. We then tentatively made plans to make a few wishes come true in reality, and without noticing it, this had become our daily ritual.
Coincidentally, it was my birthday month, and Ayesha, on her own, had planned this surprise trip for me. What truly made it the happiest birthday of my life was her making a 3-day-long trip to Goa for me. While she had kept the visit a secret from our colleagues, at work we told our seniors that I was going to visit a relative.
She told our team that she was visiting Pune to meet her parents. Right from flight booking to hotel reservation, she had managed every detail of it on her own. Both of us knew this was going to be one amazing trip together. We commenced our journey toward Goa a day prior to my birthday.
It so happened that, being July, Goa was experiencing very heavy rains, and all tourist activities had been canceled. Although disappointed, we decided to overcome the sadness and drove on the roads in search of a few secluded spots to get a glimpse of South Goa on a rented bike. The experience turned out to be heavenly.
We drove down and spent a long time visiting each beach; there were no tourists as such. The beaches were only ours. We soaked in nature and beauty, took photographs, indulged in a bit of naughty play, and moved to the next one.
When we reached Carmona beach, it was raining like the heavens above had opened their gates. The wind was also piercing because of the rain, and we ran for shelter and found an abandoned fisherman’s hut nearby.
We looked to the left; there was no one to be seen. Ayesha sat down on a big stone. I stood facing her. At that point, it struck me: why not let go of one of those long-kept fantasies? The next part, to my utter surprise and joy, was something I never imagined. She plucked it from my hand right away, putting her mouth to use without a hint of any hesitation. She performed sensational oral sex.
I must say, I was mesmerized. It was an out-of-this-world experience. With all my might, I quietly enjoyed my fantasy being fulfilled. Ayesha wanted me to finish her, but right at that moment another couple was searching for the shed, so we waited until the rain stopped.
The rain continued for 10-15 minutes, after which it eased up, and we got back on our bike to proceed toward the next beach. Thus, we traversed almost all of the major beaches of South Goa that day and finally drove to the hotel by evening. Being fully drenched and heavy with humidity, we decided to freshen up.
I went in first for the shower, after which Ayesha took hers, and then I went back into it again as I decided to help her with bathing once again. So Ayesha and I bathed together. Then my dick was ready to play again, whereas my mouth and Ayesha’s body began kissing with more passion than we imagined possible, as I had waited for many months to experience this.
I began to kiss her 34D breasts and nibbled her nipples. Her nipples were hard as pellets. I gave her hickeys all around her breasts and told her, “This is my art, and I’m the artist.” She smiled and gave me another passionate kiss in return amid much moaning.
I was thoroughly kissing her now, our tongues wrestling as we exchanged saliva while my fingers stroked inside her. She was quite wet, and I knew she was ready to go. Ayesha was fully in heat, and there was no going back now.
I asked her to get on her knees, so she began to give me a blowjob. I was enjoying it, and the cum was building up, and I moaned, “Ayesha baby, take it deeper.” She was listening closely and was trying her very best. After 5 more minutes, I finished in her mouth, and she swallowed the lot quite happily.
She was in control now and ordered me to bang her and put my seed in her. I grabbed her with both of my arms and threw her on the bed, dragged her to the corner of the bed, pulled her legs apart, and began to eat her pussy.
I parted her pussy lips and pecked her clit before starting to eat it. I was also blowing gently on her clit, making it twitch. “Oh, baby!” Ayesha whispered to me. “Baby, eat me now. I can’t wait,” she said, her voice thick with longing.
Now it was up to me to be the best! I licked her clit and rotated it like ice cream, horizontal, vertical, in every direction that made her quiver on the bed. She locked her legs around me with a tight embrace and pulled me closer to make sure that I wasn’t escaping without giving her an orgasm.
I inserted 2 fingers within her and began to caress her G-spot while simultaneously licking her. She must have been enjoying it, but I knew that there were females who enjoy being eaten a little longer before they orgasm. I was so sure that she would be having her ultimate orgasm. I stopped eating her for a few minutes, then began fingering her much quicker in order to facilitate the buildup of the orgasm.
Ayesha moaned out loud, “Baby, I got it. You are amazing, OMG, baby.” She moaned, rolling on the bed as she was trying to get her breath back. I could read it on her expression and the satisfaction on her face.
I climbed over her again and began to lick her neck and also gave her hickeys on her body, then kissed her ears again. I then began to part her legs further. I was in the missionary position this time. I looked at her and asked her for permission. She smiled sexily and said, “Baby, bang me like I have never been banged before. Let me have the best sex of my life today. I’m yours. Come and fuck me. Come and put it in, please.”
I applied some lube on my dick and her pussy, too, then just pushed it slowly. It was pretty thick, was about 6 inches long, so Ayesha could clearly feel something long and hard going inside her hole. In no time, she caught her breath and spread her legs wide for me. I pulled her legs upward toward my neck and started with 2 deep strokes, ensuring every stroke hit her G-spot directly.
With every stroke, she moaned out, “Baby, yes… you are hitting it right, baby.” I did this for 15 minutes for her pussy to get familiar with my dick, and my dick to get familiar with her pussy, too.
I kept switching positions so that I could last longer, and I knew this would also bring some varied enjoyment for Ayesha, so it was basically a win-win situation. I was doing the butterfly position, which was pretty enjoyable now, then again went back for deep strokes. Then, I held her legs and brought them to my chest.
Her legs were in the air, and I continued doing deep strokes, ensuring I was touching her G-spot directly. I loved seeing her tits bouncing whenever I did deeper strokes in her, a view that just melted me. She was pressing her own breasts and touching her nipples, and the room was filled with her moans in the dim lighting.
I did this for another 10 minutes while listening to her moans, then I asked her, “Will you ride me, baby?” She joyfully accepted, and we reversed the position. Then I was lying down, and Ayesha was on top of me. Her pussy was full of juices.
She took my dick and started riding it. Her tits were moving with every stroke. I was pinching her nipples and stroking her body, saying, “Ayesha, you are looking so damn hot, baby.” I kept spanking her ass, and the room was filled with the sound of it and the smell of the candles. It was the most memorable experience, and I was sure I was going to remember it forever.
She did it for about 15 minutes with some brief stops in between, and I could see she was reaching her second orgasm, so I told her, “Let’s fuck in doggy style this time, as it is your favorite.” She excitedly agreed.
She bent forward, and I went behind her and spanked her really hard and was staring at the shape of her round buttocks; they were quite irresistible. I slowly entered her vagina and started riding it, holding her hair, while she was looking at herself being fucked in the mirror. We both were enjoying it and went on this way for 10 minutes.
I knew I was close to cumming, and so was Ayesha to her second climax, so I asked her, “Baby, would you like me to put my sperm inside you?” And she said with a bold smile, “Yes,” and we went on to the final moment with faster and deeper strokes.
I came deep inside her after 2 minutes, and she collapsed on me, almost dead-tired but happy. She pulled me into her embrace and hugged me tight and thanked me, saying, “Happy birthday, baby.”
I, too, thanked her for that. I slept with her all night wearing nothing. The next morning, when I got up, I was hard for her. And, as she had promised, Ayesha wore that seductive red lingerie when we stepped out for my birthday dinner.
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