I am Shreyansh, a 32-year-old man who got divorced at 29 and now embraces a vibrant, single life. My career in the forces keeps me moving around multiple places across India. From the rugged Himalayas and vast northern plains to the lush forests of the Northeast.
The postings suit my adventurous spirit, offering experiences and freedom in equal measure. Fresh from the divorce, I had decided that with all my energy and a fierce resolve, I would never marry again. Instead, I made up my mind to sleep and date as many women as possible.
I updated my social media to single and began reaching out to contacts. Out of the multiple girls I was talking to, one girl stood out. Ankita, a stunning 23-year-old girl, was an ex-girlfriend of a close friend of mine.
I had seen her with my friend. She was a goddess, with a flawless figure that turned heads, very curvy, fit, sculpted to perfection. Her ass was to die for, and her breasts were so perfect, a handful, round, full, and firm. If it were permitted, I would show what a beauty she was.
Our chats quickly turned into discussions, flirty conversations, and slowly, over the months, we started sharing photos and video calls. We started dating virtually, as we had never met. She was among the many women I started talking to virtually.
My professional background only heightened her attraction, drawing us into increasingly intimate conversations. What began as casual chats evolved into steamy late-night exchanges, laced with explicit sexting and nude photos that left us both aching.
She was eagerly counting down the days until my leave. Her messages were fuelling my nonstop arousal—day and night. We masturbated so many times in video calls, thinking of what we would do to each other after meeting.
Finally, my leave was approved, and I raced back home. The moment I arrived, I freshened up and went to meet her straight away. As she was my friend’s gf, we could not meet in public and had to keep it a secret.
We planned to meet at 10:30 PM outside her hostel lane so that she could sneak out and we could go for a drive. I waited in my car, with 2-3 chilled bottles of LIIT ready. She liked LIIT, as I knew.
And finally, I could see her approach—sexy as fuck. She was wearing high-waist blue denim shorts that clung to her ass and thighs perfectly. I felt some rush in my dick. She paired it with a white body-hugging crop top that showcased her perfect breasts.
A jacket over her top for discretion until she sat in the next seat. I got out of the car to receive her. I gave a quick hug, holding her waist, putting my hand inside the jacket, and felt her bare body. Damn, I was horny to see her and couldn’t wait to fuck her.
Me: “Damn girl, you look sexy as fuck”
Ankita: “Thank you, handsome guy.”
She gave a quick kiss on my lips. As soon as she sat, she removed the jacket, which revealed her perfect boobs in the white crop top. I noticed she was braless and, as I’d soon discover, panty-free as well. And those lips in a blood red lipstick, I could eat her completely.
We decided to hit the road toward Lonavala on the Pune-Mumbai Expressway, the clock striking 11 PM with light traffic ahead. We were sipping LIIT, talking about her college and bitching about our exes.
Touching her slowly while exchanging the bottle and snacks, igniting some fire within, my hand grazing her thigh. We slowly started getting tipsy.
Me: “I hope you remember our discussions of how I want to have you everywhere during this leave. And how you promised you would be mine, completely. Are you ready for it?”
In a small dare, I asked her to flash her tits quickly, to check if she was up for some fun. We had discussed on our late-night calls.
Ankita: “I very well remember it. I am all yours till the time you keep me safe.”
Without thinking for a bit, she flashed. Damn! That view. Perky, young boobs, perfect round shape and firm. All natural. And those nipples are worth every minute I have spent on her so far. I wanted more. We did this 2-3 times before moving on to something crazy.
Cruising at 100 kmph past the toll plaza, the empty stretch gave me an idea.
What if I give you a dare—will you do it?” I asked, my voice low and teasing.
Ankita smirked, sipping her drink. “Tell me what it is first, then maybe I’ll say yes.”
“No,” I replied firmly, “you agree first, then I’ll tell you.”
Ankita paused, the alcohol loosening her inhibitions, and nodded with a grin. “Okay, I’ll do it, but what will I get?”
Me: “Whatever you want, babe, but you will have to do it first.”
“Alright, I’ll do it, but make sure you stand by what you said. Whatever I want”
Me: “Yes, I will, don’t worry, it’s a promise. Take off all your clothes and sit stark naked in the co-driver’s seat.”
Her eyes widened in shock, but after a moment’s thought, the buzz of the drinks tipped the scales. She whispered, “Yes, give me two sips first.” Heart pounding, she first slid off her high-waisted denim shorts. To my surprise, there were no panties underneath.
Her smooth, waxed pussy confirmed she was one naughty girl ready to have some fun. She glanced around at the road, then peeled off her crop top. Her round, perky boobs bounced free—perfectly firm and handful-sized, the ideal Indian beauty that made my mouth water and dick hard.
Me: Fuck you, Ankita. Those are such lovely assets. How have you managed to stay single and out of trouble so far?
Ankita: Who said I have been out of trouble? You never know when troubles will arrive.
Meanwhile, my eyes are confused about where to focus. The road or her naked body? I kept switching every few seconds. My hands were itching as I reached for those tempting breasts, squeezing their soft warmth.
“Focus on driving, or we’ll crash,” she teased with a playful laugh, arching into my touch. I couldn’t agree more, but my hands disobeyed, one sliding down her flat stomach toward her wet, eager pussy.
She was already soaked with tension. Her breath hitched as my fingers teased her folds. My cock is straining painfully hard against my pants. Luckily, I wasn’t wearing anything under my shorts as well.
I was becoming desperate for a spot to park and fuck her as hard as I could. But I remembered the expressway rules—no stopping allowed. So we agreed to push on, exiting near Lonavala to find a secluded corner. By now, it was nearly midnight.
As the Lonavala plaza exit neared, she remained gloriously naked beside me. For safety across the naka, I handed her the blanket from the back seat to drape over herself. We merged onto the old Pune-Mumbai Highway. The nighttime traffic was sparse, and I quickly spotted a dark, lonely corner to pull into.
By now, my cock was rock hard and throbbing badly. I pushed my pants and underwear down to my ankles, and slid my seat all the way back. I looked at her. “Come here, sit on my lap. I want to feel my dick inside your tight pussy right now.”
But she smiled like she knew better, making me feel like some rushed old guy.
“Tula khup ghai ahe ka?” she said in Marathi, her voice teasing, “Why are you in such a hurry?”
She climbed over her seat, all naked, her ass pressing against the passenger window. Her boobs were right over the handbrake, leaning forward, and she grabbed my cock with one hand. Her warm mouth opened wide and took my dick in first, sucking hard while her tongue licked the tip.
She spit on my cock, making it all wet and sloppy. Then she pushed her head down more, taking half my 7 inches in one go. Her lips stretched tight around me. She went up slow, sucking loud, then down again, deeper this time—almost all the way.
In that peaceful, quiet corner, the only sound I was hearing was of her gagging on my dick. Her left hand cupped my balls, squeezing them softly, rolling them in her fingers. Saliva dripped down my shaft and onto her hand, making wet sounds every time she bobbed.
I put both hands on her head, fingers in her hair. I pushed her down gently at first, feeling her throat open up. She took it all—no gag, no inch left out. Her nose touched my skin. She held it there, sucking and humming. Her tongue flat under me. I groaned loudly.
She pulled back up, strings of spit connecting her lips to my cock, then dove down again, faster now. Slurp, slurp—messy and wet. Her cheeks hollowed when she sucked hard on the way up. I got too rough, pressing her head all the way down and holding it.
She licked it for a bit, moaning around my cock. But then she tapped my thigh fast with her hand—too much. I let go quickly and apologised. She took over, bobbing her head on her own, up and down, twisting her hand at the base. Her other hand kept playing with my balls, pulling.
I was so horny now, leaking pre-cum in her mouth. She swallowed it all. “Stop, stop,” I said, pulling her hair back. “Sit on me now. I need to fuck you.” She wiped her mouth, grinning, and spit in her hand again. She rubbed it on my cock, then on her pussy—already soaking wet.
She climbed over, facing me, knees on my seat on both sides. Her boobs hung right in my face, nipples hard and dark. She held my cock straight up and lowered herself slowly. The head touched her pussy lips, sliding in easily because she was so wet.
Then she sat down more—halfway, tight and hot around me. She breathed heavy, then dropped all the way, my cock deep inside her. She stayed still a second, clenching her pussy muscles on me, making me groan. I grabbed her ass with both hands, hard.
She started moving—up a little, then down fast, slamming her hips. Her boobs bounced in my face. I sucked one nipple, biting softly, then the other. She rode me wild, like it was her last night —lifting high so just the tip stayed in, then crashing down full.
The car rocked a bit. Wet slapping sounds filled the car, her pussy juice dripping down my balls. She went crazy fast, grinding her clit on me at the bottom, moaning loudly. “Yes, fuck, harder.” Her hands on my shoulders, nails digging in. I thrust up to meet her, pounding from below.
Sweat on her skin, her hair messy. It felt too good—her tightness squeezing me every time. I hadn’t fucked in so long, out of practice. Two minutes in, I felt it cumming. “Shit, I’m going to cum, get up,” I said just to be safe.
Ankita shook her head, eyes wild. “Inside—deep inside me. Don’t stop.” She kept riding harder, faster, her ass slapping my thighs. I couldn’t hold it. My cock pulsed, shooting thick ropes deep in her pussy.
She milked me, clenching tight, not slowing down until I was empty, soft inside her. We sat there panting, her on top of me. My cum is leaking out around my dick. She kissed me slowly, tongue in my mouth.
Then we cleaned up fast, wipes from the glovebox, clothes on quickly. She had to pee badly, so she stepped out naked (crazy girl), squatted right by the car door in the dark, and let it go, stream hitting the ground loudly. I watched, still half-hard.
Around 12:45 AM, night still young, we got back in and started driving toward Pune. More fun is waiting on the way home in the next part of the story.
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