Desi Sex Stories As an introduction, I am Aditya. I work as an IT professional at a corporate office in Bangalore. I am 26 years old. I hit the gym at least three times a week, and I am quite active in running. I often participate in 10K runs, and I am overall in decent shape.
I live about 15 km from my office. Post-COVID, it has been mandatory to turn up at least three days a week. I usually travel in office cabs, which arrive around 7:30 am near my place. The return trip is around 4:30 p.m.
This story is about my recent encounter with a person I met in a cab while traveling to the office.
It was the first week of June. Fresh rains had hit Bangalore, and the weather had turned “peak Bangalore” after the scorching summer. It was a weekday. I got into the office cab in the morning. Two regulars had already occupied the front seat and one of the middle seats. I usually prefer to sit at the back. I love my solitude, and I dislike frequent stops.
The driver took the usual route, except for a detour after some time. The cab took a turn. The driver called someone and mentioned the location of the cab. Then a lady walked from a nearby apartment and got in. I did not notice her much at first. That changed when she opened the door of the cab.
To describe her, she appeared to be in her mid-20s. She had medium-length hair and fair skin. She was short to medium height, between 5’2″ and 5’4″. She wore a black full-sleeve shirt with gray pants. As soon as she sat down, the fresh scent of her lavender perfume filled the air. She was attractive at first glance.
I kept to myself as usual and listened to music. She also took out her headphones and listened to music.
Every day, this was the routine. She would listen to music, and I would mind my own business. Once or twice, the other people in the cab tried chitchatting with her. She never entertained these attempts beyond one-word replies.
I had read about this dynamic before. Girls often feel threatened or uninterested when guys are too desperate. It reflects creep vibes or hidden intentions. To be honest, I was not even thinking about her. I usually minded my own business. I did not even know her name.
One day, while returning, she received a call. The display showed “Dad.” I sat directly behind her, so it was visible. She was wearing a sleeveless dark blue kurta and black leggings. Looking at her arms, one could tell she used to work out. They were toned and well-shaped.
As soon as she picked up, her phone’s battery died. She could not switch it on. She became fidgety. For two minutes, she tried turning it on, but it did not work. She suddenly turned back toward me. She asked very politely if she could use my phone to call her dad. He was waiting for her at home.
I happily offered my phone. She called her dad and informed him of her whereabouts. Then she returned the phone with a sweet smile and thanked me.
She introduced herself as Divya. She had recently switched to the office cab due to the frequent rains. She had been working at the company for two years, but in another domain. She said she had noticed me in the cafeteria a couple of times before. She never knew I lived near her area.
I just smiled and exchanged pleasantries. I did not lead the conversation further. I did not have any common ground for discussion.
From the next day onward, we exchanged smiles every day. Sometimes we had very short conversations. Through these exchanges, I gathered that she lived with her dad in the apartment. Her dad was a retired bank professional. Her mother had passed away some years ago. This was her first job.
A week later, the conversation slowly turned to personal interests, hobbies, workouts, and runs. I learned that she was a runner too. I had been looking for a fellow runner to join me on weekends. I mentioned this to her. She was on board with the idea of running together the next weekend.
The next weekend, we decided to go for a run around the nearby lake early in the morning. That morning, I felt a little excited about meeting her.
I arrived at the lake at 6:30 a.m. She came five minutes later. My eyes lit up when I saw her. She was wearing a dry-fit T-shirt that hugged her body. She had a sweatband around her head and running shorts that exposed her milky thighs.
I quickly contained myself and greeted her. We started running around the lake. We finished the run around 7:30 a.m. We bid goodbye to each other, and I returned to my house.
During the day, I could not get her off my mind. I kept thinking about her boobs jumping while running. I thought about her strong, milky thighs. I thought about her shapely ass popping out of her running shorts. My little brother down south responded to these thoughts. He became hard.
I was attracted to her, her body, her face, her hair, and everything. These thoughts made me text her. I started to build up a conversation.
I found out that she had been in a long-term relationship. She had recently come out of it. She was into fitness because it helped her process the trauma and move on from the breakup.
I said I could offer to help her. I could accompany her with chores or help her move on. She declined at first. She told me she would inform me if she needed help.
The following week, our conversation was limited to office and work. We were busy in our own worlds. On Friday, she asked me in the cab what I was doing on Saturday. Then she asked if I could join her for a run.
I happily agreed.
We met the next day at the same place. Looking at her that day astonished me even more. She wore a sleeveless sports top that exposed her toned arms. She had tied her hair in a ponytail. She wore tight gym pants that gave a good view of her thighs and legs.
We finished the run. Then we had this conversation:
D: “I wanted to ask you something for a long time. Can I?”
A: “Sure.”
D: “What did you mean when you said you would accompany me with chores the other day?”
A: “I meant I can help you with chores that you would have done together with your ex-boyfriend. Now you have to do them alone.”
I smiled after saying this. She understood what I meant. She gave me a very naughty, sexy smile and winked at me. I understood what she meant too. We bid goodbye to each other that day. We shook hands, and I gave her a side hug.
Later in the day, my phone beeped. It was a text from her. The text read:
“Hey, I thought about what you said in the morning. My boyfriend and I used to watch movies together whenever my father was not at home. I am missing it. Do you want to accompany me today?”
I was over the moon. I quickly responded, “Okay, I understand. I can join.”
We agreed to meet in the afternoon. She sent me the location of her house. I bathed and put on nice cologne, a T-shirt, and jeans. I reached her house and rang the bell.
She opened the door.
Again, my mouth was wide open. She was wearing shorts and a T-shirt. Her white thighs distracted me again. I stared at them for five seconds. She smiled and asked me to come inside.
We decided to watch the movie “Parasite.” It was Oscar-winning and at the top of the underrated movies list.
We sat on the couch at opposite ends. We started watching the movie. That movie has a particular scene where the husband and wife lie on the couch talking. Slowly, they start touching each other. The husband starts fingering the wife over her clothes while massaging her boobs. While this scene was playing, she slowly came over and sat near me. Then she placed her hand on my thighs and started massaging them. I placed my arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer. She rested her head on my shoulders. We continued to watch the movie.
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I will continue the encounter in the next part.
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