Hi, I’d like to introduce myself to you. My name is Vrajesh. I am 30 years old. I am the average bloke that you cross daily without giving a second thought. You can check out my other stories here.
This encounter happened to me when I was 23 years old. I had completed my graduation and had just come out of a long-distance relationship that had ended badly. I was coping with my breakup. The fact that I was jobless despite holding a good graduation degree made me both more indifferent and vulnerable.
I was job hunting and getting all my documents in order. It was during that time that I learnt how to drive. In my view, I was a fairly smooth driver. One morning, I was rushing to the market for some errands when I saw a tempo unloading. I got to know we had a new neighbour moving in on the ground floor of our society.
I didn’t think much and kept going around my business. After a couple of days, I did get a job. In the meantime, I got better at driving. Life went on until I got to know my new neighbour.
Her name is Sangeeta. She must have been in her mid-thirties. I didn’t give it a passing thought initially. A couple of weeks later, I saw her. Every guy in society looked at her as being nice and helpful her. I was unfazed. We happened to cross paths a couple of times with occasional greetings.
That’s when I saw her in a different light. She was fashionable, to say the least —a unique combination of dusky beauty and a plus-sized, slightly pear-shaped body. Her eyes were large, with eyeliner adorning them. Her lips were shapely with light-coloured lipstick.
Her hair was streaked with highlights and pulled back into a high bun. Wearing simple leggings and a Kurta, the leggings worked like a barbed wire fence around a real estate. Ample unrestricted view without any trespassing.
Time went by, and one day, I saw a new car in the compound. I was a bit surprised about who could be the owner of it. Turns out it belonged to Sangeeta. It was just delivered as it still had the ribbons on them. I parked my car and went home.
Days passed by uneventfully until one day, it happened. Like every other society, some idiot parked their car in my spot. I was forced to park elsewhere. This created a Domino effect over allotted car parking spots. After a couple of hours, the phone rang.
I heard a mumbled conversation about the car being in the incorrect spot. It turns out I parked in my new neighbour’s spot. She blocked me and everyone else by parking right behind me, thus blocking the only entrance and exit of the compound.
I went down to rearrange the car so that the mess could be solved. As soon as I stepped into the compound, Sangeeta was standing right between my car and her car. I asked if she could pull her car out so I could vacate her spot and park elsewhere.
She looked at me in dismay. I looked at her for a brief moment. She was sweaty in the hot afternoon sun, her armpits wet, sweat dripping from the furrows. Cotton clothes stick to her, accentuating her shape. I think my gaze was obvious.
She turned her side towards me, and I could see her huge boobs and curvy fatass. She unlocked her car and said, “I am still learning. Will you help me take it in reverse?”
I agreed with hesitation and sat on the passenger side. She looked at me and then sat in the driver’s seat. I asked her to start the car. I instinctively placed my hand on the hand brake. Our hands touched; her soft, warm hand placed on mine. Sensing something amiss, she immediately pulled her hand back.
She wanted to start her car but was not able to. “Sorry, I just bought it. I am still learning and figuring my way around.” She said.”No Problem.” I responded. I asked her to place her hand on the steering wheel, pull it to either side and then turn the key.
Sensing she couldn’t comprehend my instruction, I held her hand. I pressed it against the steering wheel and pulled it to the left. I then asked her to turn in the keys. I had the chance to hold her hand again. This time, I squeezed it to my heart’s content under the pretext of disengaging the handbrake.
I pressed her thumb and palm with rigour and got in action. The situation was resolved quickly, and we began to part ways. That’s when she said, “Vrajesh, you teach well, and I really want to improve my driving skills. Can you teach me sometime? What’s the quickest way?”
“Go on a long drive. Drive as much as possible. Do drive on Highways as well.” I blurted out without thinking. “Acha, toh chalo fir Sunday ko long drive pe chalet hai sheher ke bahar,” (Let’s go then, on a Sunday, for a long drive outside the city). She said in a livid excitement.
I was dumbstruck. I couldn’t answer anything but said, “Sure, let me know when you are okay.”
We parted ways, and I kept replaying the instances in my head all day long.
Sunday arrived, and by that time, I had completely forgotten about the long drive suggestion. Sangeeta came to my house and asked if I was ready. She caught me off guard.
I really didn’t want to disrespect her. I just grabbed my phone and wallet and rushed out with her. Luckily, no one at home questioned me about anything for that.
During the drive, we spoke about various topics, including how to troubleshoot a car and a phone. It turns out that Sangeeta is a beautician by profession and runs her parlour from her home. That explained her fashion choice and use of cosmetic products.
One thing about Sunday morning is that outside the city, it’s pretty dull. Sangeeta drove all the way till we reached the middle of nowhere. I asked her if we could take a break and stretch our legs. She stopped the car near the curb of the village road. I stepped out while she remained seated.
The truth was that I really needed to take a leak since I had left in a hurry. The morning cold air and the car’s AC added to the discomfort. I tried finding a toilet on the pretext of stretching my legs. I asked Sangeeta to step out and move a bit to stretch her legs, but she remained seated in the car.
I couldn’t hold in any longer. Since I was on the verge of pissing myself, I didn’t think much. I simply pulled down my pyjamas and took a long piss with my cock dangling out in the open. Once done, I walked back into the car without a passing thought and asked Sangeeta if she wanted to eat something.
She didn’t respond to my question but said, “I want to see how you drive around.” I agreed and said, “Let’s switch places quickly.” I jumped out and ran across the bonnet to open her side of the door. She circled her way back to the passenger side from behind the car.
I, in the meantime, started adjusting my seat, checking the fuel gauge, etc. Sangeeta stood for a few moments near the rear passenger side. It struck me like a lightning bolt when I reached out to adjust the left side mirror. I could clearly see Sangeeta in her tight leggings and T-shirt.
She had her hand on her crotch for a second or so, pressing and pinching her groin for a brief second. What made me break a cold sweat was that the mirror was adjusted enough to see any object coming from the left-hand side. That was where I had taken a piss in the open.
No wonder Sangeeta didn’t make eye contact and was a bit aloof when she alighted from the car. She must have seen me doing my business in full view. I had jitters. A rush of thoughts came to mind. Will she tell everyone in society? Will I be put behind bars for exposing myself?
When I was about to have a nervous breakdown, Sangeeta opened the door and got into the car. I was trembling, explaining the basics of driving and cautions, adjusting my seat. We started moving back towards the city. It was a long, winding road with crests and dips.
At this point, I felt I might be mistaken. She must not have seen anything; she was busy checking messages and traffic updates on her phone. I couldn’t have been more wrong. We were approaching the challenging part of car driving lessons: the Hill Climb.
“This is a slightly tricky part. I want you to pay close attention to my feet,” I instructed Sangeeta. I was showing her how to hold and release the clutch, explaining what happens when the car goes into reverse if the clutch is not pressed correctly, and so on.
Sangeeta removed her seat belt and bent over the gear stick to see the placement of my feet. I felt a shock wave since Sangeeta bent way more than needed. Her breast was resting on my hand, which was holding the gear shift. She tried and circled my hand with her boob, all while looking at my feet.
I felt a tingle. The situation would not only have been awkward but also embarrassing. I had only worn my Track Pants and T-shirt without any undergarments. My dick was rising by the second, and Sangeeta was bent over to see the placement of my feet over the clutch and brake.
I was about to have a complete erection with a prominent tent in my pants. However, Sangeeta turned back to grab her water bottle. I got a chance to pull my dick up and tuck it under the seat belt near my waist. Sangeeta ended up spilling half the bottle on her due to a speed bump.
I immediately parked the car on the shoulder of the road. Sangeeta was helping herself by drying out the wet patches on the seat with tissues. Water made her clothes stick to her shapely body. What I saw next made me drop my jaw. Her nipples were standing up tight.
She must be feeling cold due to the AC and spilling water on herself. My erection went into beast mode. While Sangeeta was busy wiping water from her seat, I could clearly see her camel toe. All of this was just too much for me. My dick started vibrating.
Sangeeta looked at me and said, “Gaadi waha left side pe jhaadiyon k piche laga do.”(Pull over and park the car behind those bushes). I complied without saying a word.
Once the car stopped, Sangeeta further rose up from her seat and tried to grab her duffle bag by arching her back. I felt teased at that moment since her boobs were an inch away from brushing my face. Her camel toe was prominent. I could make out her shapely, fat lady lips, inviting me to devour them.
My dick was in full salute. It was contained by the seat belt I was wearing. I was so lost in my thoughts that Sangeeta pressed the clip and released my belt. With a whirling noise, the belt retracted, and my dick was freed from its restraints. This action of hers made my tent visible.
I snapped back into my senses, realising that I was exposed, and looked at Sangeeta. She was drying herself with a napkin by gently dabbing her face and upper body. She looked at me with a mixed expression and asked, “Kya hua?”(What happened?)
Before I could say anything, her glance went all the way from my face to my torso and then to my tent. Her eyes widened. I was scared to death, contemplating scenarios. And that’s when, in a flash, Sangeeta said, “Array wah!!”(Oh wow)
Before I could understand, she pulled my pant’s spring my dick out. My veins were popping, my dick throbbing with my pounding heartbeat. The silence in the car and the surrounding area was surreal. I could feel my heartbeat in my temples. Sangeeta’s gaze is focused on my dick.
She held my dick from the base and said, “Wow, Kitna bada hai tumhara. aur itne garam ho ki chamak ne bhi laga hai.” (It’s so big, and you’re so turned on that you are oozing precum.)
She bends over and takes a deep whiff of my dick. “Mmmmmm Mujhe yeh smell pasand hai.” (I love this smell).
Without saying anything, she gently rolled back my foreskin, the cold air hitting the head of my dick made me squirm. Sangeeta tried to grip it nicely by wrapping her fingers around it. Her eyes scanned my dick as if she was seeing something for the first time.
She then proceeded to engulf my cock in her mouth. I nearly arched in the seat, grunting. She started going down on me. Gulp, gulp, gulp. The sounds of her trying to give me a sloppy one could be heard. I could feel her tongue over my dick’s head.
She even tried to play with my foreskin with her tongue. I was grunting, feeling the sensations. Sangeeta was holding my dick with one hand and pressing her on me. I was ecstatic and was thrusting myself towards her by arching, thus aiding her to engulf my tool.
She gently tried to touch my balls. Her fingers were cold to touch, and my ball sack kind of shrank. She gently cupped them, feeling them. My hands started to wander around her, her hair tied in a neat bun bobbing up and down. I tried to press her boobs.
She immediately pulled up her T-Shirt and popped both her boobs out. I could feel her soft skin on my forearms and started to fondle and press them as if there were no tomorrow. Her nipples were erect due to all the action. Her areolas could be felt due to goosebumps.
I desperately wanted to pinch her nipples and pull them. All the while, she was going down on me. Her tongue on my dick felt amazing. I kept feeling a rush. With every rush, she used to suck my dick harder, thus making my dick more rigid. I was grunting.
I could feel her breath over my pubic region and her lips pressed at the base of my dick. I was tensing up, but her onslaught did not stop. I was pressing both her boobs one after the. I tried to tap her on her shoulder and head, but she was getting irritated.
She shoved away my hand. I wanted to warn her that I was about to cum. However, like an instinct, she gradually felt it in my balls, and her grip was soft yet firm. I let out a huge groan and gave a thrust towards her. She kept sucking without any movement of her head while holding my dick from the base.
I was spurting out cum like jet after jet. Finally, when I relaxed, I was almost out of breath. That’s when I saw what had happened. Sangeeta’s T-shirt was still riding up. Both her lovely boobs and dark areolas were visible. My hand was still on her left boob.
In my Orgasmic rage, I had pressed her left boob really hard, enough to leave marks. She had a smile and a little bit of cum dripping out from the corner of her lovely juicy lips. My cock was limp, but shining with all the saliva, so was my pubic region. I was heaving, and so was Sangeeta.
She then swallowed my load while making eye contact with me, cleaning the corner of her mouth and licking her finger. With a faint smile, she said, “Itna heavy breakfast karva diya.” (You made me have a heavy breakfast.)
I smiled.
“Yeh tumhari aaj ke lesson ki fees hai,” (This was your fees for today’s lesson) she said, pulling her T-shirt down.
“Course abhi pura nahi hua, uski fees?” (The course isn’t over yet. What about the fees for the rest of the course?) I said with a wicked smile as I pulled my pants up.
She held my hand and placed it on her camel toe. I was grinning, and she said, “Ghar pe chal ke course ki baki fees de dungi.” (Let’s go home, and I shall pay the remaining fees of the course)
I then drove the car like a maniac and made her reach home. However, we didn’t get to the main part on the same day. That is a story for next time.
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