Hi, I’m Shamik—26, decent-looking, working a corporate job in Pune. I keep myself fit; having a fully equipped gym right in the office makes it easy to stay consistent, and it shows.
This isn’t fiction. It actually happened.
Anyone from Pune knows the annual bike event at Amanora Mall. I ride every Sunday, so being part of it felt natural—the engines roaring, the crowd buzzing, adrenaline humming under the skin. That energy stayed with me even after the weekend ended.
One quiet evening, gin in hand, I was scrolling through a dating app. That’s when I saw Kanika. Her pictures weren’t loud or desperate—just confident, effortless. Her bio said just enough to spark curiosity. I swiped right. A few seconds later, we matched.
The conversations flowed easily. Texts turned into calls, calls stretched late into the night. With every day, the comfort deepened—and so did the tension. Flirting slipped in naturally, then teasing, then messages that lingered a little longer than they should have. We were careful, but not innocent.
We hesitated to meet. Sometimes anticipation is safer than reality.
Then one evening, she called and said softly, “Aaja ghar, daru piyenge.” (Come home, we’ll get drunk.) There was something in her tone—casual, yet deliberate. Like she knew exactly what she was doing.
She sent me the address. I booked a cab immediately. Standing outside her building, I called her. She guided me upstairs, her voice calm, unhurried. I rang the doorbell, already aware of my heartbeat.
She opened the door. Seeing her in person hit differently. She was about 5’5”, cute in a way that felt dangerous—curves you noticed instantly and tried not to stare at. She smelled incredible, warm and inviting, the kind of scent that makes you lean in without realising it.
Her long hair fell effortlessly over her shoulders. The way she carried herself said she knew she was being watched. She wore an oversized T-shirt, loose and casual. The shorts underneath were barely visible, forcing your imagination to fill in the gaps. She caught me noticing—and didn’t stop me.
We sat close. Talked. Laughed. Drinks flowed easily. As the alcohol settled in, the space between us seemed to shrink on its own. Her knee brushed mine once. Then again. Neither of us moved away.
There was a moment—just a second too long—where our eyes locked and the room went quiet. The question hung heavy in the air. Now? She leaned in slightly when she spoke. Her smile lingered. Every signal was there—unmistakable, intentional.
Still, I held back. First meetings have their own rules. Or maybe I was enjoying the tension too much to break it just yet. When I checked my phone, there was no network. She took my phone from my hand without asking, her fingers brushing mine as she booked a cab for me.
At the door, we hugged. Not the polite kind. Not rushed. Her body pressed just close enough to make me aware of everything I was denying myself. She smelled even better up close. For a moment, neither of us moved.
Then she pulled back. I got into the cab, leaned against the seat, still feeling her presence on me. And that’s when my phone finally buzzed. It was an amazing moment back then, and I told her all the things I wanted to do to her. But as I was already in the cab and the cab moved ahead, it bit.
The cab driver’s phone rang. He passed his phone to me and informed me that you had forgotten something and that Madam had told you to come back. Every cell in my body knew what was coming in the next few minutes. I ran towards him, he opened the elevator, and went to her floor.
There she was, standing at the door, already knowing and imagining me naked. As soon as we got in, the doors locked, and we started kissing each other the way that we haven’t done in centuries.
From the door to the wall, and finally landed on the couch. During the distance we covered, I had my shoes, T-shirt, and everything on the floor, and her T-shirt ripped open while we continued eating each other.
I held her tight, and while she sat on me, we were deeply involved in smooching, tongue fighting, and saliva flowed like water. My hands were feeling every curve of her body. She was grinding on my dick with my jeans on. And then I got my hands on her breasts.
The softest things I ever felt, those breasts were a handful. I pulled her bra to take the right one out to eat it. She stood up and moved, standing in the middle of the hall, calling me towards her, and like a raging bull in heat, I ran after her and slammed her against the wall.
I opened her bra and started kissing her back and licking her breasts. Moving further, I held both her mounds from behind and squeezed them hard for making me wait so long to eat them, and while this was happening, I was pushing my dick right in the middle of her ass crack and biting her shoulders and ears.
Slowly, I slid my right hand below and put it inside her shorts, and then I felt her waxed pussy, which later I came to know as she had already planned this night. I was rubbing my fingers on her pussy, feeling every corner of it, and it was wet and flowing like a waterfall.
As soon as I started playing with her clit, she was in nirvana, the moans becoming louder and louder, so I finally pulled her shorts down with her panties, and damm that view of the clean-shaven pussy, I was just in awe, and as soon as she was stark naked, she turned around and kneeled in front of me.
Staring into my eyes, she opened my belt, unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down. I stepped out of my jeans with my hardon in my underwear, making a tent. She saw and smiled as if she was drooling, and at once got my dick out. It was oozing pre-cum like I had just cum.
Describing my dick is an average-sized Indian dick, trust me. I have not measured it; otherwise, I would have added that detail as well. It’s quite thick and veiny, and the pink head is quite big. So, she grabbed my dick, pulled back the foreskin, and licked it across the length from the tip to the end.
But I wasn’t ready for the surprise. She, before blowing me, gulped my balls and gave them an amazing licking and sucking treatment. She took it in at first. She choked a bit but got used to the size and then took the entire length inside and started blowing me.
I was in another world. I had never experienced BJs like this from my earlier experiences, and she was so wanting to do more. She spat on my dick and gulped all the pre-cum. She wasn’t in the mood for stopping, which was on for about 15 minutes now.
I was on the verge of cumming. I did tell her I’m going to cum. She just stared at me and started blowing faster as she wanted her reward right inside her mouth.
Gwak Gwak Gwak. I was about to cum. I held her head and sprayed everything I had in my balls right inside her throat. She coughed with my dick still inside her mouth. She swallowed every single drop of it and licked my dick clean. She was so good that I hadn’t lost my erection yet.
It was time to return the favour, to which she held my dick and took me to her room. That’s when her phone buzzed, and it was the cab driver waiting downstairs, whom we had forgotten completely about, but we were in no mood to stop.
The phone buzzed again while I took her panties off. I pulled it through her legs, and then, when she answered the call. I had already started kissing her calves, moving above to her inner thighs, and biting and licking them. She trembled to talk over the call as she said, ” Yes, he will be coming in sometime.
The cab driver, confused as a person who has just gone up to pick up his stuff, is taking so long to come. That’s when she said, “Apko waiting ka charges pay karti hu.” (I will pay you the waiting charges.) The ride was for 200 rupees, where she sent her another 200 for waiting downstairs in anticipation.
I was all invested in eating her up and was fully concentrated on the freshly waxed pussy. It was glistening in her wetness, fresh as a lily. The aroma I can never forget in my lifetime. I went straight in, licked her well, and rubbed her clit.
The juiciest pussy I had ever seen. It was like her pussy was appreciating every move of my tongue as it was leaking like an open tap. I was feasting on the juices, lapping and swallowing it all. It felt like an achievement to make her cum. She flooded like an ocean between her legs.
To stimulate more, I pinched her nipples hard and squeezed her boobs ever harder. Her moans were louder than I expected, and it had made me even harder than I thought. She screamed my name loudly and squirted right on my face. As all of it had been going on for quite some time, it had passed.
I was as hard as an iron rod again, so I got up and took the condom, which she guided me to. It was in her bedside drawer, and she gave it to her. She tied her hair and tore the condom packet open, looking straight into my eyes. I took my dick in her hand.
As she was staring at me as if she would be feasting on me. She started to blow me and put the condom on the tip of my dick, and rolled it down using her lips. It was a nice, tight fit, and she bit my ears and said, “Don’t stop, even if I beg you to stop.” It gave an extra boost to my hardness.
We were in missionary, and she held my dick and guided me in, and it went in smoothly as she was already so wet, and the pussy was really appreciated as the grip on my dick was tight, and she moaned as if she had attained nirvana. She folded her legs on my waist.
She pushed me in so I could go harder on her, and that’s what I did. I rammed her like no tomorrow. I slowly pulled out, and my dick was mixed in a mixture of her wetness as she tried to get up. She wanted to take control, and she held my dick and smiled as if she was going to rip it apart and guided it in.
This time, it went deeper, touching her womb, and she made her moves so deadly. She started twerking hard on my dick. The fluids were flowing like water from the tap, and she came really hard on my dick. She shivered on my dick and fell on my chest.
But I wasn’t done, so I kept in till the time she calmed down. The phone rang again. It was the cab driver asking about whether he should cancel the ride or what!?
But I was in no mood to stop. I told her to be on her fours, and hence she did the same. I entered her from the back and started thumping her hard. Her boobs were jiggling. I held her from her shoulders and went in deeper as I could. Her ass was jiggling while I fucked her and spanked her red.
I continued ramming her, and she was on the edge of cumming, so was I. She screamed, “I’m cumming,” but I didn’t stop. I kept ramming her, and she was shivering on my dick. I could feel her pussy quenching my dick to get all of the juices out, but I had different plans.
I took out my dick from her pussy and removed the condom. She was lying on the bed in her tired state. She definitely understood the assignment. She got up from the bed and slept on the edge, leaving her head hanging down. I slowly put my dick inside her mouth.
She started eating me, licking my shaft, and I mouthfucked her. I was about to come, and I informed her of the same. But she held my ass and pushed me further. I must have come, one of my massive loads, inside her mouth.
She spat out a few but swallowed most of it. The satisfaction was clearly visible on her face.
By the time I dressed up quickly and left the room, she was still lying naked and digesting what had happened. I sat in the cab, the driver smiled and said, “Kafi time laga diye bhaiya. Bahut mehant karke aaye ho lagta he.” (That took a lot of time. Looks like you worked very hard.) We both shared a small laugh.
If anyone would like to connect with me and talk and discuss, or give any feedback on this experience I had, it would be really great. This is my email ID: [email protected]