My name is Mytri, and I am 28 years old. I got married two years ago and have a loving husband. We don’t want to have children just yet and enjoy the pleasures of sex. I also dedicate time to fitness and am very fit.
My husband says I’m 5’4″ tall, have measurements of 34-26-34, and have fair skin, which makes me attractive. I also have a strong sex drive, but our sex life is sometimes interrupted by our different work shifts.
I work at a multinational company that operates 24/7, so I sometimes have to work night shifts. We have company transport, so commuting isn’t a problem.
I’m going to share a romantic experience I had with my company’s cab driver. I was once on the night shift for two months, working from 6 p.m. to 3 a.m. During that time, a driver named Aravind, who was 40 but didn’t look it, drove me regularly. I was never interested in him; we would just talk about general things during my commute when I was alone in the cab.
One day, I casually mentioned that I was thinking of taking driving lessons. He offered, “If you don’t mind, I’ll teach you how to drive. I could also use some extra money.”
When I asked how that would be possible at night, he said, “You work at night, too. We’ll be alone on the way home, and there won’t be any traffic, so I can teach you then.”
I was a little skeptical about his proposal, but agreed, hoping the fee would be lower. I didn’t know this would change our relationship.
The next day, after my shift, our lesson began. On the way, we saw a deserted road, and Aravind said it was perfect since there were no other vehicles.
We switched seats; I took the driver’s seat, and he sat next to me. When I remember what happened that day, I still laugh. I tried to drive alone but, in my haste to go fast, I made a mistake. Aravind’s quick reflexes helped us avoid a major accident. I was so scared that I immediately stopped the car and got out.
Aravind came over, gave me water, and said with a smile, “Madam, don’t be afraid. I’m here. This happens to everyone when they’re learning to drive. It’s normal; don’t get stressed.”
He tried to comfort me. I don’t know why, but Aravind started to feel like a good friend.
Even after his reassurance, my tension didn’t ease. As if he understood, he said, “Well, okay, madam… I think we should stop for today.”
He dropped me off at my house and said, “It’s okay, ma’am. I’m responsible for teaching you how to drive. Go and get some rest.” He smiled again and left.
The next day after work, he said there was an open ground on our route where we could practice. He added that there was no need to fear any danger because our office was far outside the city, and it was unlikely anyone would be there at 3 a.m. We went there.
It was a very large, open ground, dark all around, but very neat, and I felt confident no other vehicles would come. We switched seats again, and he began my lesson, but I was very confused.
Once, I pressed the accelerator instead of the brake. The car sped forward, and I got scared and stopped it. I was so frightened that I started crying, saying I’d never be able to drive.
Aravind came to me and said, “Madam, you can learn to drive. It’s okay.” He placed his hand on my back and held one of my hands with his. I relaxed a little at his touch.
Then he said-
A: “If you don’t mind, I have a suggestion.”
Me: “What?”
A: “Let me sit behind you so I can control the car if there’s a problem.”
Me: “How can we sit in the same seat?”
A: “Don’t worry, madam. You can trust me; I won’t do anything wrong. And you won’t make any mistakes.”
I thought for a moment. I had known Aravind for months, and he had never misbehaved. He had also mentioned he was having money problems, and I liked the attention he gave me.
Me: “I believe you, but it will be uncomfortable for both of us. If someone comes, they will get the wrong idea.”
A: “Madam, no one will come to this ground until 10 a.m., so don’t worry. It’s only for a few minutes. Once you feel confident, you can drive alone, and I’ll teach you from the side seat.”
I agreed. That day, I was wearing a kurta and leggings. He sat in the driver’s seat and asked me to get in. He moved his legs apart to make room for me. The car seat wasn’t big enough for two people, so it was a tight squeeze.
I somehow managed to sit between his legs, our bodies completely touching. To anyone watching, it would have looked like Aravind was hugging me from behind. Without giving me any reason to think otherwise, Aravind started the car and told me to drive.
Our thighs and arms were intertwined, and for a moment, I found myself liking Aravind. Driving felt so easy. I was a little excited, happily so, because I was now sitting so close to someone other than my husband.
After half an hour, he said, “Madam, that’s enough for today. Let’s practice again tomorrow.” I smiled and agreed.
When he dropped me off at my house, Aravind said, “Ma’am, you will learn very quickly; that’s my guarantee.” I felt like I was flying.
As I was freshening up at home, I remembered everything that had happened. My whole body tingled as I recalled sitting on Aravind’s lap. But I didn’t want Aravind to take advantage of the situation.
This continued for two days. I got used to his touch; he would place his hands on my waist and shoulders, but I never objected because it felt professional.
My husband had been busy with work lately and hadn’t fucked me in the last four months. His younger brother had been absent from my pussy for so long.
My little gold was going to waste, and it was starting to have the wrong effect on me. I thought Aravind might try to fuck me, but he didn’t do anything; he remained professional.
I felt a deep despair, sitting on his lap, his warm breath on my neck. I felt something poking between my buttocks from behind. Oh… why was I thinking this?
When I got home that day, I took off my clothes and saw that my panties were wet, which meant I was enjoying it all. To make matters worse, my husband ignored me that day, pretending to be busy.
The next day, I decided to be a little bolder. I wore a sleeveless salwar suit with a deep, low neck in the front and back. Since it was winter, I was used to wearing a jacket over it.
After work, we went to the ground and started practicing with me sitting on him as usual. I noticed his breathing was unusual and immediately understood why. I had a mischievous idea.
I stopped the car and sat on Aravind. I took off my dupatta and jacket and put them on the back seat. Aravind helped me take off the jacket. As I leaned forward to remove it, I noticed Aravind staring at me with a curious expression.
The sight of his hands on my now-unrestrained, smooth arms made me feel intoxicated. Meanwhile, I felt something hard press against my ass and realized it was Aravind’s dick. I felt an uncontrollable joy inside me. I felt that my cleavage and my bare back were getting him in the mood. My ego was satisfied; I felt like I had achieved something.
I was happy, so I started driving. The touch of his chin on my bare back was driving me crazy, his head on my shoulder so he could see the deep valley of my breasts. Aravind immediately took his hands off me, which disappointed me a little.
I moved back to press my back against his stomach and chest, and then he put his hands on my thighs and brushed my bare shoulder with his chin. I was happy with these movements. As his hands moved over my thighs and waist, I unconsciously braked, my pussy getting wet. Startled by the suddenness, Aravind leaned forward and lightly kissed my back.
I wanted to get Aravind on top of me and fuck me hard right then. I immediately pushed my ass against his dick and pressed my hips hard against it, hoping he would understand my intentions. But suddenly, his phone rang.
I was so angry and frustrated that I couldn’t contain myself. After his call, Aravind dropped me off at my house.
The next day, I went to the cab but didn’t find Aravind. There was a different cab with a security guard. I tried to call him, but his phone was switched off. I suddenly felt bad, thinking my actions the other day were the reason for this.
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