Hello, this is Chandan. I have been a fan of this site for a long time now. I haven’t been reading many stories of late, but I am here to submit a real story that I think is enjoyable.
I live in Bangalore and work for an MNC. That is enough about me.
This is a real story that happened with my colleague before COVID. I used to work the second shift, from 2 to 10 pm, and usually, after 8 pm, the work wasn’t hectic. One day, I received an urgent ticket from production saying some code wasn’t working. I fixed the code, but couldn’t find a tester to check it, as most had already left – it was a Friday.
I then reached out to a new joiner who worked from a different office. Her name was Monica, and she tested it quickly. Everything was good. From the next day, I started pinging her because she was very responsive. We began talking, and at first, it was all about work. Then, I learned she was from Bangalore and knew Kannada.
One day, I needed her help but couldn’t see her online, so I got her number from Teams and messaged her on WhatsApp. She replied and came online within two minutes (I think she saved my number). I saw her WhatsApp display picture – she was beautiful.
We started chatting more since both of us were bored, and soon we began talking on the phone. I started liking her and began commenting on her WhatsApp status and display picture, which she liked. We spoke almost every day for almost an hour. She used to live with her mother – just the two of them.
This went on for more than six months, and I had no bad intentions toward her. She was like a friend. One day, while chatting, she said we should meet. Since we worked from different offices, it was difficult, so we decided to meet on the weekend.
We planned a weekend to meet, but on the day we were supposed to meet, she said she couldn’t come because something urgent had come up. That night, she messaged me and started apologizing in the chat. I was okay with it, and we ended up chatting a lot that night.
I asked, “What would you do when we meet next time?”
She didn’t answer and asked me the same question. I told her I’d shake her hand, we’d have lunch, and maybe go to a movie afterward.
I asked her again, “What would you do?”
She replied, “I’ll hug you, and then we’ll have lunch and go to a movie.”
Then, my birthday came up, and I was going on a trip with my friends. I wasn’t enjoying the trip and told her, “I wish I were spending the day with you.” This is where we started sexting by chance.
Chandu: I’m not liking this trip; it’s so boring.
Monica: Just two days… manage somehow.
Chandu: Yeah, I have to. How was your day?
Monica: It was good. I went to a movie with a friend.
Chandu: Your friend is lucky.
Monica: Haha, why?
Chandu: She gets to watch a movie with you.
Monica: How is that lucky?
Chandu: You wouldn’t understand.
Monica: Tell me.
Chandu: It’s nothing. If I were there with you in the theater, you’d know.
Monica: Hmm.
Chandu: What movie was it?
Monica: Up.
Chandu: Oh, horror. That would have been difficult for me.
Monica: Haha, are you scared?
Chandu: Yes, I would have held your hand.
Monica: Haha, such a kid.
Chandu: You wouldn’t mind if I held your hand?
Monica: No.
Chandu: Next time we watch a movie, I’ll definitely hold your hand.
Monica: Sure, sir.
Chandu: I need a hug.
Monica: Oh, why all of a sudden?
Chandu: I don’t know; I just felt like asking.
Monica: Hmm.
Chandu: That’s okay, forget it.
Monica: Hey, I didn’t say anything.
Chandu: Give me a hug then.
Monica: Yes, sure.
Chandu: I need it badly.
Monica: Yes, baba, I am hugging you.
Chandu: Hug me tight.
Monica: Why?
Chandu: I don’t know… but I need it tight.
Monica: Ha, sure.
Chandu: What are you doing?
Monica: I’m in bed and hugging you… 😉
Chandu: But I am not there in your room.
Monica: You are here.
Chandu: I see, I’m in your room then. Hug me tightly.
Monica: Yes, I’ve come near you, and I’m hugging you.
Chandu: I’m hugging you tightly too and rubbing my hands all over your back.
Monica: Why? We should just hug as friends and not do all this.
Chandu: You don’t like it?
Monica: I’m not going to answer that.
Chandu: I’m still hugging you.
Monica: This is bad; we shouldn’t be doing this. We’re crossing our limits.
Chandu: We’re not doing it in person. This is just virtual.
Monica: Yes, but no.
Chandu: You didn’t like my hug?
Monica: I liked it, but I’m scared we’ll cross the line and go too far.
Chandu: I promise I won’t do more. Let’s just enjoy it.
Monica: Haa, okay.
Chandu: Are you okay?
Monica: Yes.
Chandu: I’m hugging you again and rubbing my hands over your back.
Monica: I’m hugging you too.
Chandu: What are you wearing?
Monica: A T-shirt and shorts. You?
Chandu: Same. What color?
Monica: Black.
Chandu: My favorite.
Monica: Aha.
Chandu: My hand is on your waist, and I’m looking at you.
Monica: No, don’t look at me.
Chandu: I’m looking in your eyes and pressing your waist with both hands.
Monica: Ouch.
Chandu: I want to kiss you.
Monica: Do what you want.
Chandu: Kissing your forehead, ummaa.
Monica: Hmm.
Chandu: Now your eyes, umm.
Chandu: Can I kiss your lips?
Monica: Yessss.
Chandu: I’m coming closer to you, hugging you tightly. My hands are around your waist, pressing lightly, and now I’m kissing your lips, ummmm.
Monica: Ufff.
Chandu: I’m taking your soft lips into mine.
Monica: I’m taking your upper lip.
Chandu: I’m pressing your waist hard now.
Monica: I’m smooching you, taking your tongue, Chanduuu.
Chandu: Hey.
Monica: What?
Chandu: You’re liking it.
Monica: Yes. It’s my first time… and I’m loving it.
Chandu: Let me come inside your T-shirt.
Monica: Yes, it’s loose. Go ahead.
Chandu: I’m in now. Your boobs are touching me.
Monica: Haa, I’m kind of shy now.
Chandu: Heyy, how big are they?
Monica: They’re big enough.
Chandu: I’m kissing your ears now, licking them.
Monica: Ouchhh, haa, ufff.
Chandu: Kissing your shoulder, ummmmm.
Monica: Uff, yes.
Chandu: I’m putting my hands inside now.
Monica: Nooo.
Chandu: I want to touch your boobs.
Monica: Stop asking.
Chandu: Are you wearing a bra?
Monica: Of course.
Chandu: My hand is on your left boob now, and my right hand is on your waist.
Monica: Ouchhhh.
Chandu: It’s so big and soft.
Monica: Haa, it is.
Chandu: I want to press it.
Monica: Do it.
Chandu: I’m pressing your left boob, now. Ufff, it’s so soft. My other hand is on your ass now, pressing, and I’m putting my tongue in your mouth.
Monica: Chanduuu, uffffff! This is all new to me.
Chandu: For me too. I’m pressing your boob hard.
Monica: Haa, do it hard. More.
Chandu: I removed your bra from inside your shirt.
Monica: Ouch.
Chandu: Your boobs are touching my chest.
Monica: This is too much to handle.
Chandu: I want to see those boobies.
Monica: Haha.
Chandu: Can I remove your T-shirt?
Monica: I’m removing my shirt. Put your hand on my boobs.
Chandu: Haa, sexy.
Monica: Do what you want.
Chandu: I’m enjoying the view. Such sexy boobs.
Monica: Don’t just look; kiss them.
Chandu: Yes, ma’am. I’m kissing your right boob, and my left hand is pressing your other one.
Monica: I’m putting my fingers in your hair.
Chandu: I’m slowly touching your nipples with my tongue.
Monica: Ufffffff… I can’t control myself.
Chandu: I’m licking your nipples now.
Monica: Haa, ouch, haaa.
Chandu: Pressing both boobs hard.
Monica: Yesss, harder.
Chandu: I’m going down now to see your navel. Uff, what a sexy, deep navel – my favorite.
Monica: You like it?
Chandu: Yess. I’m slowly licking the outside of your navel.
Monica: It’s ticklish.
Chandu: Now I’m putting my tongue in your navel.
Monica: Ufff.
Chandu: Licking continuously.
Monica: Chanduuu.
Chandu: I’m licking and pressing your boobs hard.
Monica: This is heaven.
Chandu: I spit my saliva in your navel and am licking it.
Monica: Ufffff.
Chandu: I want you.
Monica: I want you too.
Chandu: I’m hugging and rolling all over the bed with you.
Monica: Now I’m on top of you.
Chandu: Then?
Monica: I’m kissing you on your shoulder.
Chandu: Haa, yes.
Monica: I’m kissing all over your chest madly. Do you have hair on your chest?
Chandu: Yes, darling.
Monica: I love it. I’m kissing your nipples, licking them.
Chandu: Haaa, do it.
Monica: I’m feeling your chest with both my hands.
Chandu: Yessssss, so hot.
Monica: Kissing you, ummm, ummm, ummmaaa, ssssssss.
Chandu: Sexy babe.
Monica: I’m putting your hands on my boobs. Press them.
Chandu: Yessssss, haaaaa, I want youuuu. I’m so hard, all for you. I want to fuck you.
Monica: Chandu, this is enough. Let’s stop.
My mood went off as soon as she said that. I didn’t reply.
Monica: Sorry, we agreed it wouldn’t cross the limit.
Chandu: Yes.
Monica: Are you angry?
Chandu: No. Did I make you angry?
Monica: No, I’m sorry.
Chandu: Did you enjoy it?
Monica: Yes. You’re good; the way you described it was sexy.
Chandu: Haha.
Monica: Let’s sleep then, it’s late.
Chandu: Together?
Monica: Haha.
Chandu: Fine then, good night.
Monica: Good night.
We chatted until 4 AM that night. The next day, we chatted about the sexting, and she was happy. My feelings toward her changed after that.
I had so much fun, and my dick was so hard the entire time. This was just sexting, but I did finally meet her at her apartment.
What happened there will be in part 2.
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