Yes, gone were the days, more than twenty years back, when many of us had the famous chat messenger and chat rooms. For a then aloof or introvert guy like me, and moreover, in worldly terms, an unhandsome one, it was an awesomely refreshing experience.
Earlier I never used to get a chance to interact much in person with the women folks at work or in person, maybe because of THAT inferiority complex, you see, even though I really wished I could speak to them, or I could ‘get close’ to them. But well I must state that I never had the physical urge even though I was ‘lucky enough’ to be invited by a married lady colleague. I stuck to the old ‘sex only after marriage’ way.
So, this was the time when 'chatting' did wonders to my life. Chatting was never-ending. Wow, I would say to myself. At least to me, everything revolved around this new-found amusement. I started regular chat with a couple of married ladies in the US and Australia, and fun it was! Our favourite topic was of course, sex. And then I got married. But these online flings continued.
After almost 5-6 years of active chatting and regular online friends, I bumped into a lady from the Capital. Sharon – a 35-year old married lady. Besides other topics she did like to chat about sex. After few days of chatting, she wasn’t hesitant to forward me ‘her’ picture. A curvy curly boy-cut haired gorgeous lady. I really thought I was lucky to even chat with her. I could understand gradually that we were poles apart when it came to looks, lifestyle or wealth. She was holding a very responsible position at her office as well. I was just another middle-level journalist. I assumed she also had a wind about where I stood in those matters. But I am grateful that she did not bother about all those unnecessary stuff in a decent relationship. The wavelength of our minds mattered.
A meeting was not on the agenda at all - this way of thinking was a good starter. I had never thought of hopping on to the bed with some lady. Neither did she, I am sure. Chatting was good enough and fun. And by the way, no risks! After many days of chatting, she was convinced that I am not a con and shared her number too. It was enchanting to hear her for the first time. The chat and phone with her continued for long days. We made out on phone too. From where on earth I didn’t know the common words ‘Let’s catch up some day’ escaped through my fingers. Her answer was an unmixed ‘yes’. The same moment, I never conceived the sex thing as a possibility. That too, with this gorgeous lady?! But sooner things swerved, and we talked of a ‘good time’ together, with the respect for each other integral. There you go!
I was lucky to be appointed to cover a three-day event at Jagruti Maidan at the Capital. The third day I bunked work and went straight to the hotel I booked by her own suggestion. I remember alighting the bus on a highway near DLF and walking towards the hotel. Though covered with coat, and a backpack, heavy wind and slight drizzle had me shivering while I walked on that winter-like morning. The feel inside the hotel room was unexplainable. I felt a drum set was fit into my heart. Out of enthralment or excitement, or whatever, I didn’t really know.
And THAT moment arrived, when her four-wheeler neared the gate of the hotel. I waited outside to greet her. There she is. I was convinced it’s for real. Honestly, in the initial days of ‘planning’ I did think whether she will be in truth ready to meet me or just faking it. Also, I didn’t know how such stuff worked. Neither did she, I suppose. Hats off to her - she was really poised. The same lady I saw in the pic. More gorgeous in real. I wondered why she daunted herself that she’s a little on the heavier side. So what? I thought. A Chandigarh-born Scropio-driving working lady can only be spunky. Add a little spice, completes my Lady Sharon Diethylamide (LSD). It’s all in the mind! And here we go.
After a few minutes of talking, we got straight into kissing, as if we were bounteous buddies for years. Our mind was ready. Now the bodies are to conclude. The action was instant. She liked the way I rubbed her bare back from the shoulders to her hips while I hugged her. Those lovely loaded round boobs and perfect-sized nipples were compacted to my suitably hairy chest. We liked the warmth we felt. I wondered if my ‘art of delaying’ will work with her. Her pink step-in was stripped off.Though not like a bull-like thrust, I pounded her nonstop. Deep and away. She heaved. Yes, she liked it too, as I kept ‘touching her base’. After much of loving in the missionary, I wanted her to ride me, but the steel rods (after an accident years back) inside her legs contained her from trying this, though she sat on me for a few seconds taking me deep into her.But well, she never let me devour her.Again the missionary. Then she suggested doggy, without saying a word! I got into the position, as I stood on the floor next to the edge of the bed. There was no stopping. She had great round bums. Dazzling thighs. I pounded on, holding on to the sides of her hips.She freed herself on to the bed to lay on her back, legs spread, and asked me to finger her, which I did. Sooner I asked, maybe one more finger? She let out a ‘yaaah’. A few minutes on, she came good.
I whispered her to make me come, as I laid on my back. She laid on my side, with her head on my shoulders, her curly hair caressing my nose and lips. She smelled so good, as she stroked me to bliss, with my cum flowing on to her fingers. That was a good hour or so, though I wished to go on for another hour.
After a tea, she drove me around the city for some time, and showed me her office too. A very memorable short outing, I must say.
I placed the tea cup on the side table, and told my meandering mind to consider rest!
You know, it’s too good to be true.*
