Hi! I am Anil and this is the first time I am writing to you about experiences I can never forget. I hope you can relate to it, since it was the sort of opportunity, which comes in every man’s way, but only a few lucky ones can grab it. I have been working in an office which has equal number of females as males. Most girls are from middle-class backgrounds, with a lot of “moralistic” shit ingrained into them. But, one girl, Sonia stands apart. She is pretty, slim (perhaps extra slim, except at places that matter), 5′3″ tall without heels, and has bazookas that defy gravity.

It all started innocently, with both of us going for an appointment in another office around lunchtime. As usual, the meeting lasted a few hours and both of us were hungry. On reaching the car, I suggested to Sonia that we should have a snack at one of the Fast-food joints like Wimpys, McDonalds or KFC nearby. Since she was not interested in burgers, we opted for KFC and ordered spicy-crispy chicken. Soon the conversation veered to life in college, boyfriends, etc. Sonia told me that she has a lot of male friends - all in computer hardware, but, none of them can be called boyfriends. This was expected from an Indian girl belonging to the middle-class, who waits till her parents select a suitable boy and then marry her off to a life she can do nothing about - happy or unhappy - the latter state being a result of either an indifferent husband or pestering in-laws.
She told me that her father had expired about two years back, and she was the eldest. Her household was dependent on her for expenses and she had a mother and two brothers. While she was not particularly concerned about her place in life and the responsibilities thrust on her, her brothers were a cause for concern, since both of them had dropped out from school and were doing practically nothing, except spending time with their friends - a set of nogoodniks. So, shaadi was one thing far away from her mind, more so because of the fact that while she may not consider her life at home even remotely similar to her dreams and aspirations, but, she dreaded the thought of getting married and being controlled by her husband and his family, who may or may not love her. She wanted love, and not just being a receptacle for her husband’s lust or a factory for producing his clones. Sonia, I found, even at the sweet age of 25, was intelligent and perceptive. As the discussion progressed, we found ourselves talking about subjects on the fringes of sex. For example, she said that she dressed conservatively because she had big boobs (she called them “choochees”), and travelling in buses meant attracting as little attention as possible to her obvious assets. She also informed me that she wore tight bras, since her choochees had a bounce to them when she walked. I noticed that while she was talking, she had moved her shoulders back and was displaying her obvious milky assets in their covers. Her nipples were peaked and combined with her cupid’s bow lips eating the chicken drumstick by inserting it in her mouth, I could not help getting a hard-on. I told her so and she gave me a shy, coy smile - of a girl obviously pleased to turn-on a man. She added that she was very attracted to me, but, I was out-of-bounds, since I was married and had a family. “Aap apne jaisa koyi ladka mere liye kyon nahin dhoond dete?” Anyway, while talking, the time flew so fast that we realised that it was evening, and she had to go back home. Since neither of us wanted to part immediately, I offered to drop her near her house. She sat in the car in the front seat, while I started driving. While driving, I saw her stealing glances at my crotch, and I on the other hand, was very beholden by her beautiful mammaries which were jutting out, the nipples trying to bore a hole through her bra and kameez. She was crossing and uncrossing her long and slim legs, looking like an epitome of sexiness. Nothing happened, but, after having enjoyed each others’ company so much, we decided to try and meet more often, outside the office. She was of course paranoid about someone seeing us together, so we decided that we will go for long drives when ever we managed to go out.

Soon, we started going out - driving out of the city in the evenings to the outskirts, talking about each other, our families, our problems and most important - our desires. She was a virgin and had heard a lot about sex, but, was inexperienced due to the strait-laced society that all middle-class homes belong to. Although I was attracted to her immensely and wanted desperately to fondle her beautiful boobs, kiss her passionately, caress her long shapely legs - and get into her panties as soon as possible, noting her inhibitions, I decided to take it slow. Otherwise too, sex and love, to me are emotions which are best satisfied if both the participants are equally involved. I wanted her at fever pitch and knew that neither the office, nor the city would offer us any opportunity where she could get rid of her inhibitions. During our talks, it was implicitly understood (and even vocalised sometimes) that no waves are to be created, which could rock any boat - my marriage, or, her chances of getting a good match. Sonia, in many ways communicated her attraction to me, as did I - like taking the lint off my coat, or wiping a piece of food perched on my moustache - and I by caressing her back, and at times, while crossing a road, proprietorily putting my hand on her pretty ass to lead her across the road. I was in heaven when I gave small squeezes to her ass - firm and round, yet soooo soft to touch. Opportunity presented itself in form of participation in an exhibition in Jaipur, where, our boss told us, the company had booked a stall and it had to be manned by Sonia, while I attended the various seminars, and generally kept an eye on the enquiries generated through persons visiting the stall. In line with the ranking, I was to stay in a luxury deluxe Hotel, while Sonia was booked into another Hotel nearby. The exhibition was at a Plaza about a mile away. While she was thrilled with the idea of the trip, Sonia still had to get over the hurdle of convincing her strait-laced mother to permit her to go. Thankfully her mother was convinced by our boss. So, as per the programme, I was to pick up Sonia in my car in the morning and we would drive to Jaipur - a drive of 5 hours, which both of us looked forward to. Finally the day dawned and we were on way to Jaipur. The journey was uneventful, except for the exhilaration both of us felt of being away from prying eyes and our hands were free to touch each other with implied intimacy, though over our clothes. Sonia was in an excellent mood, this being a rare occasion when she left the environs of her city.

In the evening, straight from the exhibition Hall, we went for a drive and a walk through the bazaars of Jaipur. She had a lot of boxes containing literature about our products and a portable projector, which we kept in the car. We flirted as we talked. Now that we were away from all the people we knew in our city, Sonia flirted with me outrageously. You will recall that I had mentioned that she usually dresses conservatively, but she has a few salwar-kameez suits that show off her curves, causing me to forget what I was doing. She was wearing one tight kameez that day, which made her boobs shout out for a squeeze. I thought that Sonia might be romantically interested in me but, because I did not want to wreck it, I didn’t take any actions to confirm my opinion.

On return to the Hotel, I still couldn’t stop thinking about the picture she made in that outfit with the top clinging to her generous breasts, her thin waist, and the seat brushing against her round, soft ass. I invited her for dinner at my Hotel, and she accepted. Since the literature and other stuff from the exhibition could not be left in the car, I suggested that we keep them in my room. After a few seconds of silence, she agreed provided I act as a gentleman, and do not take advantage of her once we are in the room. She was so enamoured by the luxury of the Hotel, never having been in such a place earlier, that she was gushing praises. In the room, I offered her a drink - knowing that she was averse to the smell of alcohol, I ordered a Screwdriver for her - vodka (no smell) and orange juice for the right amount of masking of the bitter taste. She was feeling thirsty and not knowing the effects of alcohol, gulped the entire drink down in ten minutes. She started stretching out her limbs - the classic “angdaai”, which showed off her curves even more. I asked her “Kya tumhara kabhi sex ka man nahin karta”? She said “Karta to hai, par kaise karoon?” I once again asked her “Kya tum apni pussy ya choot se khelti nahin?”. She genuinely seemed to be shocked by the question and demurely said “Ooper se sehlaane se kucch kucch accha lagta hai. Maine ek baar toothbrush ka handle andar daalne ki koshish kee thi, par, dard ke dar se ooper se mal kar reh gai.” I kept finding myself thinking about how it would feel to kiss her, to suck her nipples into my mouth and pinch them between my teeth, to feel her warm hands on my cock as she slowly bathed it with her tongue and licked her lips at the taste of my pre-come, to slide my throbbing rod into her warm mouth, and to quench my desire by spattering my hot seed in her wet snugness. I tried to keep my mind in control, but it was futile. I kept on fantasizing about the aroma of Sonia’s sex, whether she had trained her vaginal muscles to grip a hard toothbrush, the precise texture of her pubic hair, the quantity of her natural lubrication, and the warmth my prick would feel in her sheath. I wanted to lick her earlobes, to feel her tummy against mine. After she had already taken all the juice my glands could produce I wanted to rub my flaccid cock against Sonia’s thigh and feel it spring into alertness, ready to penetrate her again.