Introduction: The author is a Bombay-based 33 yr old married Indian male. Liberal minded, intelligence above average, this is his first foray into the world of adult creative writing. Any feedback, positive or otherwise, would be appreciated.
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My heart was working slightly overtime as I knocked on the door that read room no. 304. The door was directly at the top of the flight of stairs, and despite the underlying excitement, I had this deep-rooted anxiety that all eyes are one me; everyone would know I was about to do something wrong!
Rewind: Riya and I first connected over the Internet about three months ago. It was a casual funny comment (which is my usual modus operandi) that got her to respond. Typically, internet chat yields a whole lot of rubbish for the most part, and not being one to suffer fools, my hit and miss ratio had not been very favourable in the past. But she was different! In less than 2 hours we talking on the phone, having reached an intellectual and humourous connect that I cannot possibly describe in a few words!
The thing was that we were in different cities: Me in Bombay and she from Ahmedabad (a smallish city in comparison to my raging metropolis of a home-city), which had me all the more impressed and intrigued when we hit it off the way we did, especially considering she was a good 12 years younger than I was. Still a student of architecture, she had an amazing command over her words and a mind more mature than one would expect from a 21 yr old. But this story is not about the mind, is it?
I am 33, married, and mostly above average in those departments that count. What I believe I have going for my is my quick wit, intellect, and disarming smile. I'd probably score an objective 7/10 in the looks department too, and my clean-shaven face and short crop hair let me pass off as 6-8 years younger than I actually am. I'm fair and tall (179), by Indian standards anyways, and weigh in at about 155.
I don't get out there looking for sex or to cheat on my wife, it's just that the Internet gave me an avenue to be intellectually stimulated and flirt at the same time, all under a cloak of anonymity, and no one gets hurt. I'd never hooked up with anybody of the net before -- hell, I'd never hooked up with anyone at all, for that matter.
I invariably sought out women from other cities in chatrooms to lower the chances of meeting and temptation, but here I was, three months and numerous intimate conversations later, knocking on the door of a fairly small-time motel, about to meet the woman(girl?) whom I had wondered about for so long.
From our conversations, I had learnt that Riya was 170 cms-- bloody tall for an Indian female. She is a long distance runner -- so she was obviously going to have an athletic body-type. To add to that she was candid, forthright, vivacious and looked cute as hell in her photographs! And even though we did get overtly sexual in many of our conversations, I am too much of a gentleman to probe and figure how far this was going to go whenwe finally would meet. So, to be honest, I expected it to be awkward. A hug, a kiss or three and some fun and cozy moments, maybe?
Which doesn't mean to say that my cock never throbbed at the possibility of what might happen. I am a horny red-blooded male after all, and my mind had been playing out all possible sexual scenarios in my head. Both the heads! But being a bit of a realist and generally conservative in my thinking, I wasn't counting on any serious action.
The first thing my eyes fell upon when the door opened was a white bra. I was looking at her breasts!! I wasn't expecting her to be so close to my height, and I must have surely let out an audible gasp when I saw her bra outlining her cute 32b boobs through the sheer white top that she was wearing. I looked upwards -- again the gentlemanly thing to do -- rather than stare at her boobs, and saw her dazzling smile and heard her enthusiastic "Rahul?? Hi!!!!!!!!!!"
She quickly shut the door behind me and gave me a nice tight hug! I was torn apart between being horny, scared, and nervous all at once!
"Let me check you out!" I said, after a minute of hugging her, pushing her about an arms length away to get a better look at her face and body.
Her radiant smile and shoulder length dark wavy hair were way more attractive in real than any pictures. She was tall, and just like I expected, had an atheletic body type. She coulda been a few pounds lighter around the hips, but nothing looked out of shape or out of place -- and I guess it wouldn't, considering all the miles she out in on the track every morning.
I must confess I prefer bigger tits, but hers were cute and perky looking from through that rather transparent top. What made me hopeful and rather excited though, was the really short black skirt and the longggg legs that did more than just peek out from under it.
"You'e hot!" I blurted out, as I couldn't help myself.
She giggled flirtatiously in response and said "Look who's talking!!!"
