This desi weekend romance sex story started because my boss dumped a sudden site visit on me in Ahmedabad and the cheap hotel near the highway was full of acne-faced sales guys. I called Neha from college days, she still lived out by Satellite with her brother who was off for some wedding in Rajkot, and she just said come over yaar the spare mattress is free. I reached Friday night sweaty from the train, bag half open, and she opened the door in an old oversized shirt that barely covered her thighs. Her hair was loose and she smelled like coconut oil and onion from cooking. I dumped my bag and she pushed a cold Kingfisher into my hand without even asking fancy questions.
We sat on the floor because the sofa had clothes piled on it. She asked about office and I told her the usual nonsense about clients who never pay on time. Then she stretched her legs and the shirt rode higher and I could see plain black panties. I stared like a fool and she caught me, laughed, and said you still look at women like a hungry dog Kunal. I shrugged and said fair enough you look damn good for someone stuck cooking alone. She scooted closer, took a long pull from my beer, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. That small movable energy in the room turned thick fast.
How the flat visit got filthy
After two beers my palm was already on her bare knee. She didnt slap it away. Instead she guided it higher under the shirt till my fingers brushed cotton and then she stood up, pulled the shirt off completely, and stood there in only those black panties with her nipples already tight from the AC. She said bathroom is free if you want to wash the train stink off. I followed her in like a mindless idiot. The bathroom was tiny, bucket and mug setup, but she turned the heater on and water started filling. She slipped the panties down, kicked them aside, and stepped into the wet floor area. I stripped in three seconds flat and joined her under the spray. Warm water hit us both and my cock was already half hard just from looking at her dark wet skin and that neat triangle she barely trimmed.
Neha soaped her hands and grabbed my cock without talking first. She stroked slow then fast, thumbs rubbing the head, and I pushed two fingers between her legs. She was already slick, hot inside, and she clenched around my fingers when I curled them. I said damn Neha you got wet just from beer or what. She bit my shoulder lightly and muttered work has been dirty dry for months so shut up and touch me properly. I spun her to face the wall, slapped her wet ass once just to hear the sound, and pressed my cock against her crack while the water ran over our backs. She reached back and lined me up. I pushed in halfway and she cursed in Hindi under her breath, something like madarchod slow, but her hips pushed back anyway taking more.
I fucked her standing in that cramped bathroom with water dripping off our noses, my hands gripping her tits from behind, thumbs rolling nipples until she kept making those short choked noises. Each thrust slapped skin and splashed water onto the tiles. She reached down and rubbed her own clit while I hammered harder, and when she came her whole body shook and she almost slipped. I held her upright by the waist and kept pounding through it till I felt my own load building. She suddenly pulled off, turned, dropped to her knees right on the wet floor, and swallowed me deep. That hot mouth and the way she looked up with water running into her eyes finished me. I came hard on her tongue and she tried to catch most of it but some spilled down her chin and onto her chest. She licked what she could and stood up laughing like nothing big happened.
We dried rough with one towel and walked out naked. She put rice and dal on plates and we ate on the bed because the table was covered with her laptop and project notes. Halfway through the meal my hand found her thigh again and she opened her legs without looking up from the food. I put my plate aside, pushed her back against the pillows, and ate her out while she still held the spoon. Her taste was salt and soap and pure heat. She dropped the spoon and grabbed my hair, grinding on my face till her thighs clamped hard around my ears. After she came the second time she pulled me up by the ears and said now put that cock back inside before I cool off.
She took every rough round later
I flipped her onto all fours on the cheap mattress. The bed frame creaked bad but we ignored it. I slid back into her pussy from behind and went deep right away. She was so wet it made loud filthy sounds with every thrust. I held her hips hard enough to leave marks and slammed faster. She pushed back meeting me, telling me do it harder you bastard, and I did. My balls slapped her clit and her tits swung under her. After a few minutes I pulled out, spit on her asshole just enough, and pressed the head there. She froze for a second then said go slow first. I eased in little by little until the head popped past the ring and she groaned into the pillow. Once I was halfway I stayed still letting her breathe, then started shallow strokes. She got louder, half pain half want, and soon she was rocking back taking more. Full length finally disappeared and I fucked her ass with long steady drives while reaching under to rub her clit. She came again shaking, nearly collapsing, and that tight squeeze pulled my own orgasm out. I buried deep and flooded her ass, feeling every pulse leave me. When I pulled out my cum leaked down her thighs and she just stayed there panting with her face smashed in the pillow.
We lay on our backs staring at the ceiling fan for a long while. Sweat cooled into sticky patches. She said you better not sleep yet Kunal because morning is still far. I grinned like an idiot and told her give me fifteen minutes blood needs to refill. True to her word she woke my cock with her mouth after that short rest. She sucked slow then harder, rolling my balls in one hand, until I was fully stiff again. This time she climbed on top, facing me, and sank down on my cock with her hands flat on my chest. She rode hard, bouncing, her dark nipples bouncing with her. I held her waist and thrust up meeting every drop. Her juices coated my stomach. She leaned down and bit my lower lip then whispered in pure dirty Hinglish that she wanted my cum deep inside her cunt this round. That did it. I grabbed her ass cheeks, held her down, and shot load after load into her while she ground in circles milking everything.
Saturday morning light came through the half curtain and she was already half awake stroking me under the sheet. No talking, just her hand working me stiff then her climbing on again reverse style so I could watch her ass bounce. She took me deep and I watched my cock disappear into her pink stretched hole. I spanked both cheeks red while she rode. Later we moved to the small balcony when the street was quieter, her bent over the railing with a towel around her waist just in case some neighbor looked up, and I fucked her from behind under the open sky. Wind and sun on wet skin felt crazy. She came so hard her knees nearly gave and I had to hold her up while finishing inside again.
Office Neha Locked The Door And Drained Me All Weekend
What began as after-work drinks turned filthy when Neha dragged Rohan upstairs and refused to climb off till every last drop left his body that weekend.Read related storyAfternoon we ordered biryani and ate naked on the floor nestled against the wall. Sauce dripped on her breast and I licked it off then kept licking lower until she pushed the plate away and dragged me on top. I pinned her wrists above her head and drilled into her missionary hard enough that her head kept hitting the wall cushion. She wrapped legs high around my waist and told me not to stop even if she screamed. I didnt stop. The wet slap of our bodies mixed with the street noise below. I pulled out just before cumming and shot thick ropes across her stomach and tits. She smeared it around with two fingers and stuck them in her mouth tasting us mixed.
Last night before I had to go
By Saturday night we were both sore and walking funny but still hungry. She dug out an old scarf and I tied her wrists loosely to the bed post just for the fun of control. Then I ate her slowly until she begged out loud, voice cracking. When I finally pushed my cock back into her swollen pussy she was oversensitive and kept twitching. I fucked her deep and slow at first then built speed until the whole bed frame banged the wall in rhythm. Neighbors could hear for sure but neither of us cared. She came screaming my name once then softer the second time. I untied her and flipped her so she could ride me one last time that night. She moved like she owned the cock, grinding, rising, slamming down. Sweat dripped from her chin onto my chest. When she felt me swell she squeezed tight and milked every drop into her. We fell asleep tangled sticky and spent, AC humming over wet sheets.
Sunday I had the evening train back. She made chai in the morning and we drank it on the bed while my fingers lazy stroked between her legs just to feel how swollen and used she still was. One more slow round against the kitchen counter while the milk boiled, her leg hooked over my hip, short quick thrusts because time was short. I came inside her again and she sat on the counter after, legs open, watching my cum drip out onto the floor tile while she finished her tea like it was the most normal Sunday thing. I packed my bag slow. She walked me to the door still only in that old shirt, kissed me messy, and said next time you have work in Ahmedabad you better message first. I squeezed her ass through the cloth one more time and left with my legs weak and my brain blank in the best way. That whole weekend burned into me hard and I still replay every wet dirty detail when night gets quiet.
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