Hello everyone, this is Kartik, and this is my first-ever attempt at writing erotica. I am a single male from Bangalore. Do share your feedback on [email protected].
Haya, a 28-year-old woman, had given birth to her second child six months ago. Haya was a modern Muslim woman who was adored by everyone for her headstrong yet demure personality.
She was stunning in every sense of the word. She had worked hard to maintain her shape after her pregnancy, and her efforts paid off. Her bust had grown in size, and her measurements were now 36D-30-36.
With a beautiful face that was extremely fair due to her upbringing in the hill station of Nainital, she had features that stood out. Her cute nose, deep dove-shaped eyes, and full lips were the highlight of her face.
During her college years, Haya had been in a passionate relationship. It helped her blossom into a confident and charismatic woman. She had developed a strong sense of oomph in the way she carried herself, spoke, and moved. Her smile could light up a dark room, and her voice was sweet and enchanting.
As a devout wife, Haya loved her husband deeply, but she felt frustrated by his lack of interest in appreciating her beauty. Her husband, a businessman in the cloth industry, often went on business trips for about ten days each month. She often felt he only saw her as a baby-making machine and a housewife.
The word housewife left a bitter taste in her mouth. She knew she was more than just a wife and certainly more than a mere homemaker. Their intimate moments were infrequent, and her husband’s focus was often short-lived, leaving her unfulfilled.
Despite these challenges, Haya accepted her fate. Finding happiness in her husband’s care for her and their children in other aspects of their life together.
One day, Haya’s close friend Shama called her. She invited her to join them at a pub for a night of dancing. Since getting married, Haya had embraced her role as a homemaker and had avoided such outings.
However, realizing she hadn’t seen her friends since having her baby. With her husband out of town, she decided to seize the opportunity to catch up with them. She arranged for her cousin, who lived nearby, to take care of her children while she was out.
As she got ready for the evening, Haya chose to wear her favourite black top, accentuating her curves. She couldn’t help but notice how her bust had grown. She considered changing into something less revealing. However, she decided there was no harm in embracing her desire for attention.
Her body-hugging, stretchable black top had full sleeves and a closed neck. She wore a simple black bra and put on her favourite black lacy panties. She paired it with tight blue jeans that required some effort to put on. The clothes hugged her body as if they were painted on, magnificently highlighting her curves.
Completing her look, she wore a dark blue hijab, a light gold chain, a belt, and her favourite watch. As she stood in front of the mirror, Haya couldn’t help but marvel at how sexy she looked. Feeling a surge of confidence, she snapped a picture of herself pouting in the frame and sent it to her husband.
Although her entire body was covered, she exuded a certain allure. As expected, his husband just sent a smiley to her pic and gave no other words to make her feel desired or appreciated. She felt a little disheartened at the lack of his response. In a moment of weakness, she sent her pic to her ex-bf.
He praised how sexy she looked despite having had a second child and how quickly she had regained her sexy figure. While in the cab on her way to the pub, they constantly texted. He kept telling her things he would do to her had they still been together.
All this talk had made her aroused and a little wet. She playfully bantered without saying too much but felt nice about herself. With her attire ready and her sense of sexiness intact, Haya joined her friends outside the pub. Eager to reconnect with them and enjoy a night out after a long time.
They were having fun and ordered our first set of drinks. As she didn’t drink, she ordered a mocktail, something called ‘half girlfriend’. She gossiped a lot with her friends. She had been meeting all her friends after a long time. Her friends decided to hit the dance floor.
She was not into dancing and felt weirdly conscious as her boobs were still milking. She was also conscious of all the looks she was getting from the guys around her. But had been used to it since she had become a woman and just ignored them.
She noticed a guy across the room, who had also been looking at her for a while now. She noticed that he was good-looking, handsomely dressed and had an air of confidence around him. Inadvertently their eyes caught, and the guy smiled. Being polite, she also smiled back.
She looked away instantly to not give him any wrong ideas and turned back to the bar to sip her drink. When she turned around again, she noticed the guys walking right up to her. She became a little conscious and didn’t look at him immediately. Hoping he was coming to the bar to refill his drink.
She was looking desperately at her friends, hoping one of them would look at her, and she would signal them to join her. She couldn’t resist looking at him as he got very close. They smiled again at each other politely. He approached the bar and took a stool beside her.
Guy: Hi, I am Kartik. (extending his arms in a handshake)
Haya: I am Sara. (taking his hand)
Kartik gently took her hand up to his lips and kissed his fingers like a gentleman. She felt an instant surge of electricity in her body. They looked at each other, and Kartik gave a genuinely disarming smile.
Kartik: Nice to meet you, Sara.
Haya: Sorry I lied, I am Haya. I don’t know why I did that. (laughed nervously)
K: It’s okay, I understand. A random guy in a bar comes to introduce himself. You were right to be wary.
K: So, does your name mean mountains?
H: No, it doesn’t. It means Shyness.
K: Oh, I thought it would be something like mountains. (looking at her boobs before looking up at her and winking)
Haya blushed and started laughing.
H: That was such a bad line! Does it ever work?
K: Sometimes. I have conquered a few mountains.
Haya blushed again at his outright flirting. But he had an aura that didn’t make him feel like a creep. They got to talking, sharing about themselves. Haya told him that she was married and a mother of two. It didn’t seem to affect Kartik’s flirting.
Her friend, Shama, noticed her talking to a guy, and her protective instincts kicked in. But she decided to leave her alone as she seemed comfortable and enjoying herself.
Kartik asked her to join him on the dance floor. But Haya refused, saying she wasn’t into it. Kartik kept insisting, saying just one dance. Haya confessed that she couldn’t, as she was still milking and was conscious about it. To which Kartik said, “Don’t bounce too much. We will dance slowly.”
Haya finally relented and took his hand to go to the dance floor. They were moving their bodies to the music, and slowly Kartik put his hand around her waist. Haya wanted to stop him, but his confidence and disarming smile made her think, “What’s the harm? We are just dancing.”
They gradually got closer, and a slow sensual song came on as if it was fate. She was enjoying herself now. She had slowly let go of her reservations, letting him advance and hold her closer. Secretly she was also feeling thrilled at the attention she felt she deserved.
Kartik leaned into her. She thought he might be saying something, so she just turned her ear towards him. Kartik planted a kiss on her cheek. She started blushing a lot but was enjoying the attention. She playfully hit his arm and felt up his body.
Emboldened by her response, Kartik smiled, leaned in again, and kissed her on the neck. Haya was thrilled and turned on by his boldness, sensual music, and dance. She put her hands around his neck and kept dancing while whispering to him in his ears, “Please stop. I am a married woman.”
Kartik said, “Right now, you are just the world’s sexiest woman, dancing and enjoying with me.” All Haya could do was smile at his sweet words. Haya decided she could play along a little and kissed his cheek. As she was kissing his cheek, Kartik put a hand on her boobs and pressed them lightly.
Haya felt a rush of pleasure and inadvertently moaned near Kartik’s face. But she distanced herself immediately, looking at him seriously. Her mind was a whirl of emotions, and she couldn’t say anything.
Kartik was also looking at her with his eyes deadset on her, with a sly smile. He closed the gap and started dancing again.
K: Did you mind that? I couldn’t control myself.
H: No, but please don’t do it again.
K: But they are so nice and beautiful. They deserve to be touched. (and touched them again)
Haya tried to get away half-heartedly, but Kartik maintained a grip on her waist and kept dancing.
K: I thought you must be wearing a padded bra or something. They are so big and firm.
H: No, that’s my real size. Please don’t do this, Kartik. I am married.
Kartik took her by the arm firmly and went to a side table. It was almost in the dark. Haya followed, feeling powerlessly drawn by this stranger. They were sitting side by side behind the table with the wall behind them.
He ordered a drink for both of them to snack on. They started talking casually again. They talked about generic things, likes, dislikes, hobbies etc., but the atmosphere felt very sexually charged.
H: What brings you to Nainital?
K: I am here for some meetings.
H: Oh, what’s that about?
K: I am looking to explore going into a tunnel, but facing problems with permission
H: (confused) Where is this tunnel?
K: (putting a hand on her thighs and parting her legs) Right here (and he kissed her sensually on the ears)
H: (moaning) You and your lines, uff. You are saying too much now. (slapping his arm away)
K: A woman who has too much of everything, too much beauty, too much oomph, too much sexiness…and too much milk (pressing her boob as he said this)
Haya looked at her with mock anger and moved his hands away.
K: Seriously, I have never seen a beautiful pair of breasts so fit, so perfect in shape. And they are milky, so that’s a plus. (winking while getting a swig of his glass)
Haya half expected him to touch her boobs again. She wasn’t sure about herself if she was looking forward to it or wanted him not to do it.
K: I love your dressing style. So modest, you are fully covered, yet so sexy.
H: (blushing yet beaming with pride) Thanks, this is my favourite colour and top.
K: Now it is my favourite too. (with a devilish smile) Do you mind if I ask you something personal?
H: Depends.
K: How do your breasts milk? Like if someone presses them so the milk comes out or how it happens?
H: No, milk doesn’t come out if you press or pinch them. It comes out if nipples are sucked on.
K: Good.
Saying this, he firmly grabbed her right breast with one hand and squeezed it. Haya had always had very sensitive boobs and has been extra sensitive since pregnancy. The sudden forceful touch made her moan with her eyes closed. All this made her wet.
She half-heartedly tried to brush him away, muttering him to stop. Kartik pressed her boobs again, and she moaned, but before she could stop him, he pinned her to the wall and kissed her passionately. He was covering her body from the crowd so no one could see what his hands were doing.
Mauling her tits with both hands and stopping her from moving away. Haya’s body was on fire, and she couldn’t help but kiss him back. It continued for a few seconds but felt like a lifetime to Haya. Kartik nonchalantly moved back and took a sip from his drink while looking at her for her reaction.
Haya didn’t know how to react. Her mind was melting along with her body. She was frozen, confused, wet, and shocked all at the same time.
Wait for part 2 to know what happened after and how things went from there.
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