Last monsoon I got stuck in the worst rain of the season right outside my building in Mumbai and that is how this whole desi rainy night sex story started for real. Office had let us out late and auto wallahs were all gone. My shirt was stuck to my chest and pants were heavy with water. I was cursing when I looked up and saw Neha standing on her second floor balcony waving like crazy. She lived two flats down from me in the same society. I knew her face from the lift but never talked much. That night she yelled come up na the rain is killing you. So I ran to the stairs dripping like a damn street dog.
She opened the door already in a thin yellow kurti that was half wet from the wind blowing rain inside. Her hair was loose and sticking to her neck. Come inside jaldi she said and pulled my arm. Floor was already wet from my shoes. She laughed and said remove those and take this towel. I rubbed my hair while she locked the door. Power was flickering because of the storm. Her flat smelled like some jasmine agarbatti mixed with wet earth from open windows. Husband is in Pune for work she told me casually like it was nothing. Two full days alone. I nodded and tried not to stare at how the wet cloth hugged her big tits and the dark bra line under it.
Shelter From Pouring Rain
She made chai even though I said no need. While the water boiled she kept glancing at my wet shirt. Your body is showing through yaar she said with a small smile. I made some joke about office AC already killing me and now this rain. She leaned on the kitchen counter and the kurti rode up a bit showing thick thighs. I could see she was not wearing anything under it properly. Rain noise was so loud on the tin water tank above that we almost had to talk close. She brought the chai and sat next to me on the sofa. Our legs touched. She did not move away.
After two sips she put her cup down and said your shirt is still dripping on my sofa take it off. I hesitated one second then pulled it over my head. Her eyes went straight to my chest and stomach. You gym karte ho kya she asked and put her hand right on my abs like testing. Cold rain water was still on my skin. Her fingers were warm. I said kabhi kabhi. Then she stood and said I am also wet wait. She went to the bedroom and came back in a short nighty that barely covered her ass. No bra now. Dark nipples poking hard against the thin cloth. Rain made the air cool but my cock was already growing in the wet pants.
She sat closer this time almost on my lap. Hand on my thigh. Bol na if I am too forward she whispered. I said nahi bilkul nahi. That was enough. She grabbed my face and kissed me hard with open mouth. Her tongue pushed in tasting of chai and mint. I pulled her onto me so her heavy breasts pressed against my bare chest. The nighty was so thin I could feel everything. My hands went under and grabbed two full round ass cheeks. Soft and big. She moaned into my mouth and rubbed her chut right on the hard bulge in my pants.
Clothes Came Off Fast After That
I pulled the nighty up over her head in one go. Her body was pure desi thick. Big soft tits with dark brown nipples already stiff. Soft belly and wide hips. Shaved chut with just a thin line of hair. I sucked one nipple hard while pinching the other. She arched and said haan aise hi zor se. My free hand slid between her legs. She was already dripping wet more than the rain outside. Two fingers went in easy and she clenched tight. I fingered her deep while sucking tits and she started grinding and saying more more.
She pushed me back and opened my pants with both hands. My lund sprang out thick and hard almost purple at the head from wanting her. She stared and said bhosdiwala itna bada. Then she bent down and took it in her mouth without any more talk. Warm wet heat. She sucked messy with spit running down the shaft. Hand stroking the base while her tongue circled the head. I held her hair and pushed a bit deeper. She gagged once but kept going like she was hungry. Rain thundered outside and the room was dark except one tube light. I pulled her off before I came too soon and made her brew on the sofa.
I knelt and buried my face in her open legs. Her chut tasted clean and tangy. I licked the full length then sucked her clit hard. Two fingers pumped in and out fast. She grabbed my head and pushed me deeper saying chat le saara. Her thighs shook and she came first time with a long loud moan that mixed with the rain sound. Juice wet my chin. I did not stop. Kept licking till she pulled me up by the hair.
I flipped her so she was on all fours on the sofa. Ass up high. That round desi gaand looked perfect. I rubbed my cock on her wet slit then pushed in slow at first. Tight hot walls stretched around me. She cursed in Hindi half words. Once I was fully inside I started fucking hard. Deep strokes that made her big tits swing. Skin slapping loud. She pushed back to meet every thrust. I reached under and rubbed her clit while pounding. Another orgasm hit her and her chut squeezed my lund like a fist. I almost lost it but pulled out and spun her around.
Raw Rounds Till The Storm Eased
We moved to the bedroom because the sofa was already soaked with our mix. She lay on her back and spread wide. I climbed on and slammed back inside. Legs over my shoulders so I could go deeper. The bed creaked bad. I fucked her like I was angry at the rain for stranding me. Hard and fast. Sweat mixed with leftover rain water on our skin. She dug nails in my back and kept saying aur zor se chodo. I gave her everything. When I felt close I pulled out and she scrambled down to suck me again. She stroked fast and took the first shot of cum on her tongue then the rest on her tits and cheeks. Thick ropes. She licked what she could and smiled dirty.
We rested maybe ten minutes listening to rain. Then she climbed on top for round two. Riding me cowgirl with those heavy breasts bouncing in my face. I sucked them while she rolled her hips. Her chut was swollen and super wet from before. She came again grinding her clit on my base. I held her hips and thrust up hard from below till I filled her deep with second load. Hot cum leaking out around my cock when she lifted off.
Trainer Closed Early And Emptied Me On The Bench Mats
Office stress had me dragging myself for legs when the night trainer decided warmups meant something else entirely. What followed on those sticky mats still makes my spine lock up.Read related storyStill not done. She went to the bathroom and came back with a towel. We wiped a bit then I made her bend over the bed edge. Took her from behind again slower this time watching my thick shaft disappear into that pink wet hole. I spanked her ass red and she loved it. One hand reached back to spread her own cheeks. I spit on her tight little ass hole and rubbed the head there but she said next time pehle chut hi maar. So I kept pounding pussy till my legs shook. Third cum I pulled out and painted her whole lower back and gaand. White streaks running down.
After that we lay naked with the balcony door still half open. Cool wet air came in. She rested her head on my chest and played with my soft cock. Kinetics of the night were simple. Lonely woman. Stuck man. Heavy rain that locked the world out. She told me her husband travels a lot and she gets like this when the weather turns. I said I stay next building almost anytime you wave again. She laughed and squeezed my lund which was already trying for round four.
Around midnight the rain slowed first time. I was hard again just from her fingers. She sucked me back to full steel then sat on my face so I could eat her swollen chut while she stroked me. After she came on my tongue she turned around into sixty nine. We sucked and licked like animals till I flipped her and fucked her missionary one last long time. Slow deep strokes that made wet sounds fill the room. Eyes locked. When I finally unloaded inside her again both of us were finished properly. Cum mixed with her juices leaked onto the sheet.
I stayed till almost four in the morning. We drank water like we ran a race. She found an old tshirt of her husband for me because mine was still soaked on the floor. Before I left she kissed me at the door and said next heavy rain you better come straight here no auto needed. I walked back to my flat with sore balls and the smell of her all over me. Rain had stopped but the streets were still flooded. That night ruined me for regular boring sex. Every time clouds gather over Mumbai now my cock remembers how tight and wet that neighbour got for me.
We did it two more times that same monsoon season. Once when power was fully out and we used phone torch. Once against the kitchen counter while dinner burned. But the first rainy night remains the filthiest. Nothing planned. Just two people stuck and horny as hell taking full advantage. My lund still twitches thinking how she looked with cum on those perfect desi tits while thunder rolled outside.
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