“You should get married bhaijaan, it’s right age for you”
I hesitated for a moment, then said “I would readily, only if I get a girl as good as you, in all respects”.
There was a moment’s pause on other side, and then the line went dead. The arrow was out of the bow, now it was just a matter of time if it will land on target or come back to poke my ass. That’s how I made my first definite move towards my first carnal pleasure in life.
I was 26, living in Pune as a bachelor, recently moved from a small town and joined an MNC. She was 36, married with two kids, husband living abroad.
We were neighbours, and I can’t go into details of how I got a flat in residential society because it may be correlated with real people’s identities because it was a rare occasion of bachelor letting continue to live in strictly residential society. At first I never thought of her as possible booty call, and dismissed her as religious type, serious woman and made a note to myself to stay away from her.
But with women, you never know…there will always be a surprise waiting for you.
Anyways, I was fresh off the boat, full of dreams of success (and booty calls) that usually small town boys have about big cities like Pune, Mumbai etc. Now I realize that Pune is not as big and modern (in terms of sexual adventures) as I expected it to be in comparison to Mumbai, Bangalore and Chennai. With full libido, athletic body, knowledge of hundreds of softcore porn movies, and few internet blog stories, experience of erotic chat and erotic phone talk with girlfriend, I was also fishing in the sea of online hunting (chatting), at that time Yahoo messenger, and Riffle were hot in market. Looking at every beautiful girl/woman on street/ market /society with only one intention and you know what intention that is.
I know this sounds like a pervert, but this is what is surrounding us, look at ads of deodorant spray, soap, shaving cream, car etc. If you have this, then you are going to get girl. that’s what ultimate success trophy of a man is… booty! So I wanted my share of booty too. Though I had a girlfriend, but she was typical “Indian” type nothing before marriage and I was frustrated of occasional kissing and boobs grabbing sessions in the darkness of theatre. Though later she conceded to my demands, but it was not my first experience. I will tell details of that in next session.
For now, let’s come back to the lady in discussion. She was slim (almost like a model), only 36 years’ age, very fair, average looks but extremely wild in bed. Overall a perfect woman with only one shortcoming, her breast were small, and since like almost 90 percent Indian males I was also boob-centric, It was strange for me to see a woman with small breast, something like violation of nature’s law. Later I discovered many things about real life female anatomy from her, which shattered many of my beliefs that were formed watching extreme hard-core pornstars.
In one of our after sex talks she said she got married early and had first baby when she was 18. Now for those of you, who are getting bored by the lengthy side-track details, I must say, I am sharing my experience here and not a cooked up fantasy which immediately jumps to xxx action and boasting of enormous private parts and stamina. The proof of authenticity of my experience? Those of you who have actually done it, will know after reading that it’s a real deal. Period.
So, I was getting desperate by each passing day, because my girlfriend won’t allow me to go beyond second base. Hence I was simultaneously looking for booty call on internet and in real life. My head was filled with real and fake stories of my friends who got lucky while traveling in night luxury bus, train, or by having affair with married women in their neighbourhood. I made few of advancement towards couple of “prospective candidates” and got retorted curtly, which demoralised my ambition and I was on and off the track until one day, when I first accidentally touched boobs of this lady. Her name was Aliya.
On the same floor, where we lived there was another family, and they had this little daughter 4-year-old who, for God knows what reason, was afraid of me. So, whenever she is being naughty and stubborn, her parents would scare her by telling that they will tell me and she would immediately come to her senses. I too, as a social service and to make a case for bachelors being useful to society, would play role of Uncle Angry to help them control their kid. Aaliya was like good caring sweet lady of building, her own kids being teenagers, she would help other women of the building with their kids and other daily stuff that woman do at home.
I would, occasionally ask for a bottle of cold water or ice from her fridge through her kids or kids of neighbour playing in parking. Later I would directly knock and ask her when we got acquainted. I would bring fruits and other stuff a lot and as I haven’t bought the fridge yet, so Aaliya would keep my stuff in her fridge. More than half of the stuff I would give them for use and only take portion what I need, and thus our bonding started. Now, if they cook anything good, I would get some portion of it and so on.
Later I had to exchange phone no just in case anyone knocks her door and ask about me being her neighbour (courier etc.). One day She knocked at my door, I was in baniyan and track sleeping, so when I opened the door my chest and biceps where exposed, so when I opened the door half asleep, she was standing with that 4-year-old kid and wanted to say something but she stopped and I saw her cheeks turned red and she blushed. Now this may seem a very stupid thing, but you should know that she was a gentle woman who grew up in traditional home with old values. She tried to turn away and go back but I stopped her and asked “What happened Bhabhi?”
She said “nothing, I will come later”
I insisted “its o.k., tell me now”
It was 11 o clock in the morning, and all men/kids of society were gone to their office/schools.
She turned around, and without looking at me directly said, “this girl is not listening to her mother and she wants you to reason with her”
Then I started talking to kid, who was sticking hard back to the lady and trying to avoid me and then Aaliya’s phone rang in her front room. She looked towards room then towards me, I understood and gestured her with hand to go and attend the call and give the baby to me. Now as soon as she tried to hand over the baby to me, the baby put her hands around Aaliya’s neck and won’t let it go and since I already put my hand around baby’s trunk to hold her, left of my hand was stuck between Aliya’s chest and right hand on other side.
We struggled for about 30 seconds, and I noticed at 15th second that now my hands are rubbing against a soft pad/cushion like object. Aaliya was off course aware of it from the first second because she shot an angry look at me but I was lucky because I didn’t notice it till 15th second so she didn’t saw any pervert expressions on my face and may be that eased her off, I too was baffled at her angry look when my 15 second of ignorance died and I got that feeling of touching a grown up women’s bosom. One of the sweetest sensory experiences of life.
Next 15 seconds were very tricky as I tried to keep gentle expressions while taking full advantage of situation and what I enjoyed the most was the confused expressions of dilemma on her face. One hand she feeling being touched on other hand she was obliged to play along with me because she was the one who knocked at my door. Her I saw her breath getting heavier and her neck turned red. So I let dragged my hand outside, making sure to rub it hard with a final push so that I could feel her boob pressed till bones of her chest cage. This was a bold move, and I wouldn’t have done it with deliberation but since I was woken up from deep sleep and given this heavenly experience so I was like a drunk person who gets extra daring after he is high. If Aaliya had any doubts that this was happening unknowingly, my final press-draw move had killed it and made things clear. She gave me an angry look that Indian women generally give (like, “you all men are like this only”), but I directly looked in her eye and waited for her response. (expecting a slap)
She didn’t say anything and made the kid stand on floor and went inside to attend call. I came back with thumping heart, expecting a knock from society people and a beating by mob. The day passed by, nothing happened. I kept low profile, coming back late at night, sleep till late afternoon, and going to office around 3 p.m. when everyone is sleeping.
Few days later we crossed each other on stairs and parking while but she didn’t smile at me the way she usually used to do. I too started looking away from her and ignoring her.
One day I was talking over cell phone and came downstairs in parking lot and sat on bike, I didn’t notice the women were standing behind me at some distance so I was loud and careless. Luckily the conversation was about married life and I was advising my recently married friend to be patient with his new wife and give her some time and be nice to her because she is the one who has leaver her family and go through lot of changes etc.
Soon, after that, I started receiving curious gazes from Aaliya whenever we crossed, later those gazes turned into smiles with little amount of shyness. Now I was virgin, but I had quite a few experiences of having affairs with girls so I knew those looks and that body language when a girl likes someone. Now that the first contact was made, I was eager to land the project, since I was 26 and “Virgin”, I was not in mood of wasting time in romancing around. First thing I did was making more eye contact with her during our small talks or crossing each other while walking. Earlier I would look down or right or left while talking to her and she would stare at me but now tables were turned. Then I took some information about her family thru her kids and knowing that her husband comes to India once in two years, I knew that I have caught the golden goose. She was also going through dilemma I guess as she was enjoying my interest in her and was feeling guilty for letting it happen what was about to happen. So sometime she would be warm in her response and sometime very cold and distant. I realized either she is also afraid or playing cat and mouse game with me.
We lost almost 2 months in these silly things. Until one day she called me when was in office and told me my sink tap might be open as all the water on top of building tank is gone people are checking every flat in building to make sure all taps are closed. I came back from office and to my bad luck, it was my tap that was open. She had covered for me already and society people had gone. Since I was in hurry she also came after me in flat for the first time and we both went to see the taps. The kitchen sink tap was open and water overflew in my kitchen and bedroom making everything on floor wet. She, like an efficient housewife started cleaning stuff, I didn’t notice her doing work because I was walking frantically to save stuff on floor because I was a bachelor there was no furniture, only a mattress, lots of books, laptop, and other daily use things.
On my bed there were few magazines of Bollywood like Stardust etc. that my other bachelor friend brought with them and few DVD of adult movies (then they were at Rs 150 for four movies and a new trend of time, later they became cheap like 40 Rs per DVD).
While I was picking up books, she came in bedroom and started picking up stuff from my mattress and I was walking in and out of bedroom for throwing water and keeping stuff on kitchen table. When I was finished, I suddenly remember I have porn magazines and DVD covers etc. on mattress and ran back to bedroom, she was now picking up other stuff from room, and not looking at me, I went to mattress and saw it was clean and looked back at her, she ignored me. So I stood there like a stupid for few seconds then realizing it would be awkward to ask I moved out and cleaned other stuff.
Now I was looking at her every now and then and every time I looked I saw her not looking at me few times I caught her just in the moment when she was taking eyes of me after having a good look. After finishing up I thanked her a lot, given her bullshit excuse, and gave her extra key of my flat. It was around 4:30 p.m. now and we started hearing people on stairs and parking. So she said she should go now, and I came till door to say her goodbye. Then a funny thing happened.
She said: “It’s there, in the box”
I asked: “What?”
Now it was her turn to feel shy and steal eyes.
She said: “that…urrr…some books…computer things”
I said: “What books? I took all books to kitchen table”
Now she turned really red with shyness and said
“Some magazines and movies where on the mattress, U came in room to look for them”
Now I started stammering…”Oh..that..actually they are not mine…my friends visit over weekend and bring such stuff”
Now she looked in my eyes and seeing that I am getting uncomfortable she said with amusement as if pulling my legs and enjoying “is it so?” and went out of the door. Then I started calling her every now and then with made up excuses, and she didn’t mind. Then she called me few times and I realized that she too is making up reasons. Then one day she told me that she spoke to my cousin and his wife (from whom I inherited the rental flat and who moved to Canada for better job, and that’s how I got to flat in residential society)
My cousin and his wife were in regular in touch with Aaliya and she gave them feedback about my wellbeing and now they have this matrimonial proposal for me and want me to go for first meeting. I refused, so they ask Aaliya to convince me and she being “goody goody Bhabhi” of society was telling me that I should get married when I thought its enough of playing around and time for some real action. By this time, I was free with her and making jokes and passing occasional flirting remarks.
She said:” you should get married, bhaijan, it’s the right age for you”
I hesitated for a moment, then said “I would readily, only if I get a girl as good as you, in all respects”.
She hung up on me. I called her back. She didn’t pick up. I tried three times, then turned off my mobile. Late night, when I reached home, I turned on mobile, and as expected, saw missed call alert at 11:20 a.m. I messaged back hoping that his some would not see it, I made message text very general ”got a missed call from your number, everything all right?”
After 10 minutes which passed like 10 hours, I got reply “nothing, Aliya here”
Now I knew that she gave me a sign that phone is with her.
So I replied” can you talk?”
She replied (again after 10 minutes) “about what”
I said “about our conversation in afternoon”
She replied (again after 10 min) “what about it”
I replied “I don’t know if you are really naïve or deliberately teasing me”
She didn’t reply for next 20 min, I turned off the phone, and cursing her and myself, tried to going back to sleep, then got up, lit a cigarette and started watching movie on laptop, couldn’t concentrate, turned on the phone, messaged g.f., got her reply, called her on cell and started having sex talk over phone. Didn’t notice the new message tone during the hot talk, when I was on peak point and my gf was gasping for multiple orgasms, I got a knock on the door.
Cursing the luck, asked girlfriend to wait, she cursed me back, keeping call on, walked to the door, opened it to see Aaliya standing there in night gown, her hairs stands on forehead coming down on side of her cheeks, her face clearly sleepless.
I asked in gesture, what??
She said in whisper: ”Why your phone was off first and now busy for so long”
I said: ”Why?”
She said:” Did you get the message?”
I said: ”yes I got it, U were being ignorant of our afternoon chat”
She said:” not that, I messaged u after that”
I said:” No, but I don’t want to read it either, I already knew what you have send”
She said:” I can’t stand here like this, please read my message and delete it”
When she turned out to walk. By this time, I was really pissed off as well as horny.
First thing, I was scared for making advances towards a married woman, that one too who knows my family, second I never faced rejection in my life and when you feel like being rejected specially for a pervert thing like extra marital affairs, it gives you a great amount of depression and self-loathing, something which I was not used to.
Thirdly, I was dragged out of a steamy phone sex chat with my hot Punjabi girlfriend and those of you who have Punjabi female friends know how sweet and sexy they sound when they are having sexy chat with you and cursing you in Punjabi in ecstasy.
All this boiled up to my next move.
When Aaliya turned around, she was now facing me sideways, so that her left shoulder was in front of me, I took one step ahead, grabbed her right hand by ankle, and swept her whole body inside me door such that her shoulder was touching my chest and my hand was pushing her body against mine and I dragged like that, she startled, tried to scream and then she herself controlled her scream knowing the situation. And as soon as I slammed the door she walked away from me and gave me look of a trapped animal who is about to attack.
She said in angry whispering” what are you doing? Let me go”
I said” no more games, I am not used to these mind games”
She said” what games??let me go, my kids will wake up any moment, you will land us both in trouble”
I said” I am not going to hurt you, nor I am going to rape you or something, I just want some answers”
By this time, my gf started shouting hello hello and we both can hear it from my phone.
She pointed to phone “who is she?”
I said” none of your business”
She said” go to hell and if you ever do this kind of thing again, I will tell your family” and walked towards door.
I said “ I will tell them too”
She stopped, turned around and looked angrily at me “what would you tell?? Haan? You think I am slut like that girl over the phone? What’s there to tell? What I have done so far? I have been nice to you and I thought you are a good boy but you are dirty pig talking over phone to girls”
By now, I was relaxed, and my mind was working quickly. I noticed she was a bit jealous about the girl on phone, second she was not making any attempts to walk out of door and third she didn’t slap me or shout when I dragged her inside the door. That was enough for me to reassure myself, that she won’t over react If I make a move.
I said, “ No, I will tell them too, that find a girl like you for me or better make arrangements to marry you with me and get you divorced from your husband”
As she was not expecting this type of reply, she suddenly fell silent and just looked at me in surprise. But then her experience with men got better of her, and she realized I am using age old techniques of praising a woman to wriggle out of a situation or curry favours from her.
She said” I am not teenager or a slut like that on phone to fall for this, please don’t try such cheap lines on me”
I said” what do you want?”
She said” I don’t know”
I said” why you knocked on my door then?”
She said ”That message….”
I said, “what about message…” and disconnected the ongoing call ( I had kept my one hand on mike during all this time )
And saw sms icon on notification on my Nokia 6600 mobile.
She came quickly close to me and tried to grab phone from my hand, astonished, I let it go then as she tried to open the message, I realized she didn’t want me to read the message and jumped towards her and tried to snatch mobile from her hand, and now we both were struggling close to the door, I held her free hand by her ankle and pinned it against the door which made a loud “thud” noise and also she gave a sigh of pain, we both were speaking in whispers and now we both were struggling to get the phone without making noise.
All this happened in merely 10 seconds, I took mobile from her because she was thin and no match to my physical strength.
But I didn’t read the message, I threw it on shoe stand close by, it fell among shoes so didn’t break.
Then with her one hand pinned against the door and other trying to push away my chest, I bent on her and tried to kiss.
Now this was not very romantic or erotic kiss like in movies, it was in fact very lame kiss, she was doing her every bit with full strength to avoid my kiss and I was forcing myself on her, for a moment I felt bad for her and myself as If I am raping her and I was about to give up.
My kisses were landing on her cheek, neck, shoulder, chin and in our struggle she moved her head so frantically that her head hit my nose bridge and I got water in my eyes.
so I gave up kissing but didn’t let her go, instead, I left her pinned up hand and moved my hand beneath her armpits and other arm around her neck and tried to hug her tight.
This way it was difficult for her to push me away, because she couldn’t fold her hands enough to create arm length for pushing, and I put my chin on her shoulder and started hugging her tightly.
She was a bit loud earlier, and door was also thudded few times because of our movements, so I dragged her away from door and now we were in open from all sides, and I kept increases my hug till she started gasping for air, and I could feel her thin frame of body beginning to feel crush of my hold.
I pulled back my head and kept it face to face…her eyes were popping out because of fear and anger and pain,
I said,:” I am going to lose you, but please don’t make any noise, we both will land in trouble.” My voice was shivering with fear and excitement.
She said:” You are pig and shameless” and tried to push her knee my groin, which I dodged by buckling my body back but in this process I lost my grip of hands around her body and she was very quick to move towards door as soon as she was free.
I jumped after her and held her from behind, this time dragging her to nearest wall and pinning her body against wall and pressed by my own body weight.
By this time she had barely recovered her breath and got control of her anger. She has also realized that things are not “formal” anymore and we have skipped few steps of personal space, so she didn’t struggle hard to get free. Instead she tried to use her soft weapons.
She said:” why are you doing this, I thought you were such a nice guy, please let me go, I will talk to you over phone but just now please let me go”
I said:” I was a nice guy, but you turned me in this and I have no patience for you anymore” ( A cheesy line that I picked up from some Hollywood movie )
Now I was rubbing my body against her back and trying to push my growing in her buttocks, since she was 5 foot 3 inches and I am 6 foot, I had to bend my knees to be able to match both body parts.
She said:” what are you doing, chii…get away from me, you filthy beast”
I said nothing, and started kissing her on her shoulder and neck, whenever I tried to kiss her lips, she would move her head in other direction, until I gave up and managed to put my hands slid through her armpits and hold one of her breast in hand, it was small breast, so I didn’t feel handful like I used to feel with my Punjabi gf.
She had almost given up her struggle, and was just waiting for a lose moment from me to dash for the door, but I was getting horny and rough with her, I pushed her hairs aside and saw her naked white skin of upper back through the half cut circle of her night gown, it was silky material probably bought from gulf, very smooth and rich feeling and it was making my body slip against her body.
I took me a while to write this and few minutes for readers to read this, but all of this took place in hardly 5 minutes time.
Now she stood there, waiting for me to finish, whispering “No Please stop, not like this, don’t do it, “because she realized there is no point in getting out of it. All the walls of shame and hesitation and formality were broken, she couldn’t play mind games with me anymore and I am beast now who fears nothing at the moment until he is done with his prey.
I felt occasional “hmmnn” and “aah” coming out of her mouth when I got a bit rough and started biting on naked skin of her neck and shoulder or squeezed hard her boobs.
Then When I realized the she is not resisting anymore, I thought of bringing out my A game of foreplay and started kissing her below her ears, moving my hands on her silky night gown all over her body, specially her thighs, belly, breast, neck.
I wrapped my hands around her body and kept her back touching my chest and dragged her back from wall, and sat on a chair in the hall. This was chair without side hand rest with a leaned backrest. I used this chair for reading in cozy positon.
Now she was sitting on my lap, totally given up her struggle, silently moving her hands and neck the way I wanted them to using my hands. In short totally cooperating but not making eye contact.
I lied back on chair, dragged her back with me so that her back was on my chest and her legs on my legs totally lying on my body.
I started kissing on her neck and shoulder again, this time I could get the target area as she was not moving, I would first puff on the area to kiss with my warm breath and then kiss it with lips first then bring in tongue to give it moist touch which will suddenly raise her breathing and her body will give light movement in response to feel of my tongue. All the time my hands kept exploring her sweet slim body, from above the silky gown.
I opened my mouth and kissed her ear lop and turned that kiss into mild chewing while cupping her breast, and circling around her nipples with fore finger and thumb, occasionally pressing them slightly to make her moan.
That turned her on, she now started moving her body up and down and felt my erection against her hips, which turned me on, so I started now kissing and biting and chewing all around her neck and shoulder, while moving my hands all over her breast and belly and back to breast and up to her throat till chin.
Then I moved my fingers on her lips, feeling them with tips of my finger and caressing them which turned her on further as I could feel her heavy warm breath on my fingers which were touching her upper lips.
Now we were like two people who knew each other for long and have been doing this for long.
I forgot who she was, what’s her name, what’s her marital status, what’s her relation to me.
We were just like two animals, with purely carnal desire for each other. We weren’t even looking at each other, and we just wanted to have each other’s scoop and do each other. At that moment I forgot everything and nothing mattered to me and only one thing my mind, thoughts and body wanted. To do her and keep doing her, to eat her out, to feel her, to hold and rub her body against my naked body to please her and make her moan.
And then it happened. As I said earlier, this is a true story, so don’t expect any fantasy stuff.
Since she was also responding, and her great soft buttocks were rubbing against my erection, and it was my first experience, I couldn’t control my ejaculation and before I could make her move aside, It started shooting off, so I grabbed her tight and pressed it against her buttocks hard to enjoy a good orgasm, perhaps too tight, because she gave a short squeal before gagging her mouth and tried to wriggle out of my grip. For next 30 to 45 seconds, I kept shooting off while leaving my heavy breath on her neck as I gagged my mouth with flesh on her should-neck joint which was wet partly due to my kissing and partly due to her perspiration. I got to tell you this, first that smell on a perspiring lady during sex, on that particular place is awesome. Just below the hair line end and at the joint of neck and shoulder.
Coming back to my embarrassment, as all guys know, reality hits soon after orgasm and we get all sort of guilty thoughts and realized we done something bad or wrong. In my case, I had almost raped a married woman (which later turned out to be partially consenting, as she confessed about in our after sex talks a month later). As I was trying to get hold of situation, she quickly got up, I saw her expressions, a mix of annoyance, embarrassment and anger.
Before I could say anything, she got up, gave me a disappointing look and walked towards door.
At the door, I went after her, and tried to give some excuse, but she said:” don’t call or message me again, If you ever tried to come near me again, I will talk to your cousin’s wife and tell him what are you up to”
I said:” this was my first time, I didn’t know it would go like this”
She said:” That’s what you are thinking about? And not what you did to me?”
I said:” now come on, don’t tell me that you didn’t enjoyed it at all”
She said:” I am not a sex hungry beast like you, we women not like that, perhaps you misread response”
I argued:” then why didn’t you called people for help?”
She said:” don’t be so wise, you know I was not in position to call for help, I can’t afford even rumours about having such incident, everyone knows my husband is abroad, people will start cooking up their own versions of stories. Anyways, It was my fault to think of you as nice guy and I paid price for it”
At this moment, all my sexual feeling and excitement had boiled down. So this last line of her hit me like a full speed truck hits someone on highway. All good upbringing, and good thoughts, good literature and Bollywood movies about women’s oppression that I went through, started coming back to me. I started feeling bad and sad and fell in cycle of self-loathing. I told her, this time with real emotions: Don’t think that what I told you in afternoon phone talk was just a cheesy line to trap you, I really mean it. She gave me a hard long serious look, and walked out of door.
So guys, that was my first real experience, it all took place in hardly 15 to 20 minutes including all conversation and struggle.
I learned one important lesson, that watching porn for long hours and jerking off with your own hand at your own will is different than actually having sex with a woman. It involves lot of physical movement, coordination, and most important self-control and practice”. I thought this was first and last experience, and now I took an oath that I will change myself, and be a good man, will marry for love and have sex with my life partner only. Little did I know that I will be on an erotic journey with quite a few variety of women and Aaliya will be the first to exploit as well as train me. What was in that sms that she was so desperately trying to delete? Will tell you guys some other time.
Let me know if you liked the writing style and share your experiences.