Hello guys, I am Aarav. This story is inspired by a captivating imagination of mine. Before moving ahead, I’d like to describe myself. I’m a 20-year-old guy with qualities aligning with those of a nerd. For the matter of appeal, I’m 5’9 with a fair complexion, dark-brown eyes and medium-built physique.
Coming back to the story.
The flight ambience was nothing different from the usual quiet bustle. The elite business class passengers were already settled at their places, the cabin crew were professionally setting up their chores, and the plane looked ready to take off. That’s when the last boarding happened.
A lady wearing a white linen shirt matched with pink trousers boarded the plane. Her appeal screamed confidence and aura. She adorned herself with subtle touches of elegance, like a delicate bracelet paired with a sleek chain and a soft glow of natural beauty.
I already found myself lost in checking her out while she looked for her seat. An aroma filled with soft musky fragrance made me realise that she stood beside me. She gently placed her baggage overhead and made her way to the seat next to me.
She settled into her place as the plane glided gently through the air. It was soon enough that she took out her Space Grey MacBook Air and started hitting the keyboard.
Although I was wandering on my phone, the sound of the keys made me dart my eyes over to her laptop screen. That’s when I decided to break the silence. I finally mustered up the courage to initiate a conversation.
Aarav: Do you write something? (I said this with a polite tone while glancing at the screen)
Lady: I am drafting some legal documents. And yes, I write too.
Aarav: Oh, that’s quite impressive. I work as a freelancer. Anyway, I shouldn’t disturb you more now.
Lady: Thanks!
And she gathered her focus back to her work with paced typing strokes. I didn’t elongate the conversation. However, I kept peeping over her laptop screen subtly, ensuring not to make her uncomfortable.
But as I looked more keenly, I discovered that it was not a legal document. The paragraphs looked more like a story. Out of curiosity, I again asked her with a firm and polite tone.
Aarav: What do you write about? Is it poetry, novels, or something else?
Lady: Well, it’s nothing specific. I don’t publish my work; I write to fuel my passion.
Aarav: I hope I’m not interrupting your work. If I am, you can let me know that for sure.
Lady: There’s nothing like that. I’m someone who enjoys conversations, and even though the flight is quite long, I don’t mind it at all.
Aarav: In that case, I won’t have to refrain from talking now. I’m Aarav.
Lady: I’m Tanya.
Despite the brief conversation, I was trying to engage with her, but she didn’t leave her keyboard even for a second. After introducing myself, I tried reading the words she was crafting on her laptop. Within a short while, I found the words familiar.
Aarav: Is it likely that you write stories for some website?
Tanya raised an eyebrow at me, completely caught off guard. For the first time, her focus shifted from her laptop towards me.
Tanya: I don’t know what you’re trying to say. Could you be more specific?
Aarav: Please don’t take it as offensive. I meant if you write stories for an Indian erotic website.
Tanya looked a bit amused before her lips curled into a small smile. Her smile depicted her defeat in trying to hide her identity as an erotic writer.
Tanya: You got me. But what made you find it out?
Aarav: You should have kept the screen discreet while writing that intro of your story.
Tanya: You figured it out with the intro. You must be a reader, huh? Wait. The Aarav who shares feedback over my every story, is that you?
How could I not be the same guy? I’ve been reading her every story since she started publishing. Tanya, a woman in her early 30s, is someone who crafts stories that connect and captivate. And every story of hers has been able to lure me into a trance of sensuality and passion.
Aarav: Yes, that’s supposed to be one of your biggest readers since your first story, and fortunately, that’s me.
Tanya: I truly appreciate your feedback. However, I wouldn’t have expected to meet you in the air lol.
Aarav: Hehe, me neither.
This made me feel as if I were not living in reality. I have been intrigued by her presence ever since she boarded the plane. And when I found out, she was none other than my favourite writer, the feeling of sitting beside her was nothing less than elated.
Every single story of hers had had a luring effect on me. She crafted each story with immense attention to detail, carrying a sensual and passionate essence through her words.
My thoughts drove me back to last night when I was reading her story. I’ve always imagined myself in the story with her. However, until now, she had just been an unknown personality in my imagination. But now, I knew what the unknown personality of my imagination looked like.
The reality around me started to fade in my thoughts, and I started imagining my favourite part from her stories. I met her a brief moment ago, and here I was daydreaming about her already. My imagination grew wild before I could even stop myself.
The Imagination:
It looked like a lavish setting, perhaps the suite of a fancy resort. There she was, standing in front of me, wearing the same white linen shirt and pink trousers. But this time, her appeal reflected seduction. Alluringly, she started unbuttoning her shirt, her movements slow and deliberate as if to tease me.
She did the upper two buttons, and it was enough for me to gawk at her cleavage. My eyes trailed all the way from the soft natural glow on her face down to her sharp neck, moving to the hint of cleavage revealed through her open buttons.
I stood there in awe, admiring her curves. I glared at her shirt, which clung to her body, shaping her upper curves. The pendant of her chain, dangling at her cleavage, was revealed through her open buttons. Her trousers, although with a regular fit, highlighted her toned thighs.
Words couldn’t describe the way her upper curves flaunted her appeal, flowing down smoothly to complement her heavy lower curves.
That’s when she came closer, I could feel the warmth of her presence, her breath gently hitting my neck. And she laid a delicate kiss on my neck, followed by a series of soft kisses. This little move of hers was enough to drive me crazy.
Soon enough, I felt her hand moving across my chest. She traced her palm all over my chest before leading it down to my crotch over my jeans. She dropped down to her knees, unbuckled my belt and swiftly dropped my jeans along with my boxers to the floor.
Her hands softly gripped my hard length, and she gently started stroking my dick. She looked up with an intensity in her eyes as her gaze met my eyes. And I felt her head move closer to my dick. Her lips planted a small kiss at the slit of my tip.
Back to Reality:
I was lost in my thoughts when Tanya’s voice brought me back to her question. I realised that I had started imagining her in broad daylight, while she was sitting next to me on a flight.
Tanya: So, where are you headed?
I tried to regain my composure. I abandoned my wild imagination and gathered myself back before replying to her.
Aarav: Well, I’ve got a client meeting in Bangalore and I’m planning to stay here for a while. To change my working atmosphere.
Tanya: Same. I have a brief client meeting and then I’ll fly back tomorrow. Still need to book a room to stay, though.
Aarav: Since I’m staying longer, I’ve booked an Airbnb villa all for myself. If you wish to take one of the rooms there, you’re very welcome!
Tanya: I appreciate the offer, but I presume it might be on the outskirts and too far from my meeting. I’ll have to think about it.
Aarav: Sure, take your time. I’m in no hurry.
Tanya: How much will it cost me?
Aarav: You don’t need to worry about the cost. I’d have booked it for myself anyway, and it’d still cost me the same. So there’s no way I’m taking any amount from you.
Tanya: We’re practically strangers, and I’d like to pay my share if I stay there.
Aarav: I can’t argue more, let’s say we’ll discuss it at the time you leave.
Tanya: Fair enough.
Aarav: So what do you say? You’ll surf your laptop for a room, or are you considering your reader’s request?
Tanya: I guess I’m generous enough to accept my reader’s request.
Aarav: I’m honoured to be of some help to you!
This flight journey was turning out to be a series of unexpected events for me. And soon, it ended with some lightweight conversations between us. We made our way to the airport corridor and took our luggage before heading for our villa.
A car was already waiting for us as the attendant put our luggage into the boot while we settled into the car.
Tanya: How about if we meet my client on the way? I’d not have to come back tomorrow for it then.
Aarav: Sure! That totally works for me.
The car wheeled off the airport and headed to Tanya’s meeting location. It turned out to be a monotonous drive as she was busy prepping with her stuff, and I wandered across the skyscrapers from the window. Soon, we arrived at her meeting place.
Tanya left for her meeting, assuring me that she’d try to keep it short and won’t make me wait longer. However, I was totally fine with the waiting. I didn’t want her to compromise her meeting for the sake of coming early.
Soon, she came back with a cup carrier, carrying two cups of coffee. She handed over my cup, and that’s when I felt her touch for the first time. For a brief moment, my fingers brushed over her knuckles. Although it was a quick touch, it felt electrifying within me.
And the car drove off again, but this time to the villa. A short drive later, we reached the magnificent doorway of the property. The car halted just at the doorstep while the attendants had already made their way with our luggage.
As we made our way inside, we found ourselves both charmed by the simple yet warming vibe of the villa.
I let Tanya pick the room of her choice, and she decided to take the cosiest one. Its soft lighting and inviting wall textures made her room the perfect place to unwind. While I picked the other room, reflecting minimalism through neutral tones and simple decor.
Tanya went inside her room to freshen up while I decided to have some time to relax as well. I ordered some drinks and snacks in the meantime.
Thinking it must have been some time, I walked to her door and just before knocking on it, I held the knob. I found the latch already open, and I stepped in. Apparently, she heard the door opening and called out from the bathroom.
Tanya: Aarav, is it you?
Aarav: Oh, sorry! I didn’t realise you were still in the bathroom because the door was open. Anyways, I brought some drinks. Shall I wait or leave?
Tanya: No worries! Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be out in a moment.
I sat on the couch and placed the bottles onto the chestnut table. The room felt alive with the sound of the shower and her fragrance, lingering in every corner. Soon, I heard the shower being turned off and the bathroom door opening very slowly.
There she was.
Tanya walked out of the bathroom with her hair all damp and loose. Water droplets from the shower still cascading down from her neck, gliding into her upper curves. It was becoming irresistible for me not to check out her curves in the satin pink shirt she wore, matching with satin pink shorts.
That was it for this part, folks, but things have only started to get heated up. There’s a lot more coming in the next part. Stay tuned to witness the atmosphere between us heating up, moments getting intense, and how I end up losing my virginity to Tanya.
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