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NSFW: yes

This is just a fantasy, one of the those I imagined in detail multiple time. I hope you will like it.

I had just come to a new city. Coming from a rather small town, this was my first experience in life in a a rather large city. New job wasn’t making it any easier. Since I was fresh out of the school, I was trying my best to learn my new environment, work harder to get a raise and live on my own. Things were tough. Everyday I had to get earlier than I was used to get to the office, work hard (and sometimes on stupid assignments) and get back to the small flat I had on rent. Sometimes I would get a ride in a crowded bus, sometimes I got a taxi and sometimes when I was really out of luck, I had to walk.

One evening, I stepped out of office and was got a taxi to go back to the flat. 2 minutes in and I found how lucky I was. There was absolute chaos on the road. Apparently, there was some sort of accident and all traffic was diverted to the road I was travelling on. The traffic was jammed and we were moving much slower than a man would walk. It had started to drizzle already. I could see a man coming from front, asking each taxi something and it looked like he was being rejected every time. He looked tired, irritated and out of luck. He came near mine, knocked on the window. I pulled the window glass down and asked “Yes ?”

He asked where I was headed. I asked him “Why?” He said he “I need a ride to the Slow Commerce Avenue and can’t find an empty taxi. Are you going that way?”. I said “Yes”. It was just about 100 meters before my block. He asked “Can I share the ride?”. While I made my mind, he added “I will pay for the entire ride if you want”. That was an incredible offer but more than the money, I could see the desperation to take rest. I said “Ok. Come in”.

He was so thankful for the gesture. He came in and slept off right within the first 3 minutes or so without exchanging more than a word and a smile. It is rarely that I had the freedom and the time to observe a guy so nearly without being judged. So I stared at him while he slept. The scruffy beard, the light brown skin with some sweat and some water, pretty relaxed too! I was enjoying looking at him. As minutes passed by, my mind was working on what to say to him when his stop comes by, should I let him pay for the ride or should I split it and was cursing the traffic situation in my mind silently.

In some time his destination was there. But he could not discover where his mobile was. He requested me if I could call his number and make the mobile ring. I did and found that it fallen on the floor of the taxi. He picked it up and was about to pay the entire fair. I told him that it was okay and asked the taxi driver to keep moving. In another minute or so, I got to my flat.

The next day was a weekend. I got a text message saying thanks for the help. He also expressed his desire to return the favour if feasible by taking me to a coffee. I replied saying it wasn’t really needed but he insisted. I said ok. It was Sunday and I met him in a nearby cafe in a red swing dress. The first time he saw me, his eyes widened and jaw almost dropped. He was in a casual Tshirt and Jeans only!

While we chatted, and got to know each other, we exchanged some basic info about where we were from, where we worked (our offices were not too far either) and other things. I liked his way of talking, the dressing sense and overall how he carried himself. It wasn’t the same tired, sweaty, exhausted guy I had seen that day. After our coffee and little chit chat got over, he offered me a walk to my place. I had only seen how such things ended and I wasn’t ready for ‘that’ yet. I hoped that he won’t come in the flat as I had expected. He behaved like a total gentleman and didn’t even offer to come up. It was pretty relaxing.

We talked for a few days over text, call and met a couple of times. I was getting comfy around him. One day he asked if it would be okay for us both to book the same taxi to and from work as both our houses and offices were close by? I said sure. We started commuting together. I think I was falling for him.

Our talks started involving more and more sexual content which I liked too. I wanted to explore as I was new to everything (still a virgin). One day while we are at office, he asks if I think size matters or not. I was not expecting that. I mean my fingers definitely were too small to let me know that and a dick hadn’t gone in yet (and I had just one dildo which did the work but I didn’t enjoy it too much) so I didn’t know. Now, I didn’t know what to reply him. But I had been fascinating him. I had started maintaining my hairs down there so that in case opportunity presented, I’d be rather ready than not. So I said “I don’t know if it matters or not. Haven’t tried any so far”.

He read the message but replied much later with “I didn’t know.”.

I replied almost instantly saying “It’s okay”. A few hours later, when I had reached home, he asks “Have you ever thought about the experience though?”. I replied “Sometimes.” He asked “How often?” I said “about once an hour”. He said “That’s way too often. I think you desperately need some action.” I said “yeah… but the guy I like just keeps messaging me”.

I guess that was a signal strong enough. Then nothing for a couple of hours. At night, he calls me up and says he liked our chat today and wants to show me a picture. I asked him “what of?” He said that he wanted to show off his dick. I said ok. In came 3 pictures with his dick. I was feeling too stimulated. I told him that I wanted to inspect it closely. He messaged “you should take a shower”. I didn’t quite get it but I guessed he wanted to come over and probably have sex. In the anticipation, I did take a shower, trimmed the landing strip better and applied lotion and cream to smell better too and wore a tunic till knee-length. It took me some time to decide but I took the courage to let go off panties. All this in the hope that he was already on his way.

I wasn’t all wrong. He did come over. It took a bit of time before we started getting closer on the couch and then he said “are you still willing to inspect it closely?” I felt too shy and too excited both at the same time. He stared into my eyes as I moved my hands towards his jeans. As I reached his crotch, I could feel his hard cock. I had never felt the sensation of my pussy feeling empty and needing to be filled so strongly. What I really wanted was for him to tear my dress away and fuck me like hell but as things are, we have to be slow. I moved over to his jeans button but I could not undo it. He helped it. I didn’t have to ask him to undo his underwear. He did it on his own. There was the lollypop that needed to be sucked.

I was sitting expecting him to push his dick in my mouth. He instead asked me to stand up. I stood up; he knelt in front of me. He lifted my tunic a little and put his hands in to pull my panty down. He didn’t discover anything. When he touched my waist and it was bare, he moved his hands up and found my bare ass which he squeezed slowly and while doing that, his other hand was exploring my pussy (from outside). At this point I had a mix of feelings both physically and mentally. Physically I was feeling pleasure and pain both at the same time. And mentally, I wanted him to stop because I wanted to save myself for marriage and I also wanted him to just begin fucking immediately, or like begin with my boobs first but have his dick in me at the same time. There was so much desire that it was difficult to even want just one thing.

And then he made me sit down back on the couch. It was exciting. He had his hands on my thighs, leaning towards me, he asked me if I was ready to lose my virginity today. I knew I wanted it. So I nodded in yes while looking down. He got in front of me on his knees, spread my legs and dug his face in with his tongue giving me pleasure enough that I wanted to push his head further deep into me. I had never felt the amount of pleasure while touching (or fingering myself). This was another level. Then he started sucking on my pussy and clit. After about a couple minutes, my pelvis was moving on its own. He stopped to tongue-play my pussy very lightly and showed me my sticky release hanging from his tongue and still connected to my pussy.

It was incredibly hot. I wished for losing my control and virginity both. He got up. I could see the rock hard cock. I held it in my hand to stroke it. I had not expected it to be so hot to touch. For the pleasure, I started stroking it a little. While I knew that he probably wanted to put it in my mouth, I did not want that. I instead wanted it inside my vagina. He did put a condom up on it.

Legs were still spread out. I pulled his cock closer to my cat. He knew what I wanted. He moved his dick to rub off me. I wrapped my legs around him and pushed him a bit towards me making him figure out what I wanted. As he started kissing, his dick was slowing pushing on the door. Pain, excitement, wetness and being kissed at the same time is an amazing experience.

And then the door opened to welcome the visitor – his dick was sliding in. I was being kissed. I was moaning with my mouth open as he kept on kissing/sucking on my lips while his dick was still not fully in. Then he pulled back a bit and pushed again. And again. After some time, he stopped kissing and was just focussed on the sex. I realised now that being fucked was so different from fingering or to dildo yourself. I could just focus on feeling the pleasure and loved how he sped up and slowed down and made me move my waist again.

I felt kinda satisfied, excited, proud to be doing all that. We were not kissing anymore. I was smelling lust in the air. I was on the couch and he was over me, my legs wrapping him, he was sweating. As I wiped his sweat off, I felt so happy to give him pleasure and to receive it. Then his eyeballs started to go up. I knew he was about to cum. He was shaking and started pulling his dick out. I tightened my legs wrapped around him and asked “you are wearing the condom, right?”. He said “yes”. I asked him to finish while he was still inside me. He did.

He was about to pull out but I wanted him to keep it inside. It was kinda kinky for me to feel his dick going soft inside me after he came in me. After a few minutes, he took it out, removed the condom, kissed me back and went back to his room, leaving me sore and happy.

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