A Bangalore Evening

We had been messaging and exchanging emails for a few days now. You complimented me on every single picture I sent you. The anticipation was at its absolute peak, and I was beyond ready to finally meet you in person. I arrive at the quaint little cafe tucked away on a busy college street in Bangalore, order my hot, soothing filter coffee, and sit at an empty corner table. My phone pings with an incoming WhatsApp text: I might be a few minutes late.

I sip my coffee occasionally, waiting for you to walk through the glass door. My thoughts intrude my focus. Will he look like his pictures? Will he like what he sees in real life? Will he stay true to all those bold things he has been saying in his messages? Will it dawn on him that I am a full 10 years older? Will it even matter?

I look up, and my thoughts disappear immediately. You have arrived. A long, low breath escapes your lips as you sit down across from me, your dark eyes never leaving mine. I hold my coffee mug, my finger tapping against the ceramic as you get situated.

Hi, I say softly.

Nice to finally meet you, Archana, you reply, your voice a bit raspy.

You as well.

Your pupils are heavily dilated in the dim cafe light. You are obviously taken aback by my appearance. I study you closely, taking in your sharp jawline and thick hair. Well, am I true to my pictures? I ask with a teasing smile.

Better. Much better.

I can feel my cheeks flush. I am genuinely flattered by this young, fit 21-year-old college student. His hands tremble just a bit on the wooden table. His breath is a little scattered. He is nervous, and it is incredibly endearing.

You aren't so bad yourself, Karthik. Thanks for meeting me.

Oh no, thank you for wanting to meet. You look absolutely amazing.

Thanks. I work with what I've got, I suppose, I reply smoothly.

An awkward silence hovers over us for a few moments. All we do is stare at each other. I have no idea what is going through your head, but my mind swims with highly vivid images of you in my SUV, completely naked, struggling to hold back your release. My daydream is cut short as you suddenly lean forward and start to speak.

I can't believe how sexy you are!

I giggle under my breath, adjusting my dupatta slightly. Quite the charmer, aren't you? You nod earnestly. You know that isn't really necessary with this type of arrangement, right?

Sorry... I just hope this is all really happening.

Oh, I assure you it is.

We engage in light, casual conversation for a while to break the ice. You talk about your engineering college goals, your campus life, and your hobbies. I talk a bit about my past, and what exactly I expect from our meeting today. I lean over to grab a napkin, and your eyes immediately drop to my cleavage. You sure aren't making a secret of your distraction. It's almost as if it's completely out of your control. I absolutely love the power it gives me.

Maybe 10 or 15 minutes pass. I can tell you are waiting for me to make the next move. You seem a tad afraid of overstepping your boundaries. I decide to take charge.

Let's go back to the car and... talk.

Your eyes widen, and you hop out of your chair almost immediately, reaching out your hand to help me up. Your breathing quickens a bit. I smile devilishly at you. So eager.

I walk a few steps ahead of you out the cafe doors. I can feel your eyes practically burning a hole in my ass as my hips sway. I look back over my shoulder and you have a brand new confidence about you. You want me. I am reeling with excitement.

Holy shit, the Bangalore breeze is freezing out here tonight! you say, rubbing your arms.

Do you want my jacket, Archana?

Oh no, no, you don't have to do that. This is not a formal date. Such a sweet guy. You then wrap your warm arms around my shoulders. You are so naturally warm. I giggle as you obviously flex your muscles a bit under your shirt, trying to impress me. It reminds me of how young and relatively inexperienced you are with older women.

We reach the parking lot. Well, this would be my school bus of a vehicle. Big SUV, huh? I say, patting the hood of my Innova.

Yeah, do you want to sit in the front and talk?

I put the key in the door, unlock it, and swing the heavy back door open. No, sit back there. You gasp a bit in surprise, but hop into the spacious back seat without question. This is all going exactly the way I want it to.

You sit in the backseat, legs spread a bit. I get in after you, close the door, and kneel down on the floorboard right between your knees. We are eye to eye in the dim street light filtering through the tinted windows. I want you to remove your shirt and lean back.

The shirt flies off you in record time, and I toss it into the very back. Oh my, very nice. Okay, just relax. I'm going to touch you, alright? I want to see how your body reacts to being touched in certain areas.

Go right ahead.

My hand reaches out towards your face, and I brush my fingers lightly down your cheek. You stare at me hard, your chest rising and falling. My hand travels down your neck, tracing over your chest, and slides all the way to your lower back. Your skin is so soft, expressing your evident youth. My hands go back up to your neck, and I look deep into your eyes.

How do you feel about getting your hair pulled?

I don't-- but before you can even answer, I tug your thick hair forcefully, bringing your head to one side, completely exposing your neck. You gasp loudly and smile broadly.

Okay, so we like that, don't we? I whisper in a sultry tone.

Mmm, yes... I guess I do! My lips find your exposed neck, and I lightly nip your skin with my teeth. You gasp again, and I can literally feel your legs shaking on either side of me. Oh god...

I release your hair, firmly grasp your face with both hands, and press my lips to yours. Your mouth overtakes mine, a bit too forcefully. You are not a very experienced kisser. Poor thing, I will have to teach you properly at some point, but I'll let it slide for now. You're trying so hard, it's adorable.

Okay, let's switch places. You may touch me now.

You jump up eagerly and allow me to sit back comfortably on the leather seat, as you kneel down on the floor in front of me. Your hungry eyes scan my body in the dark. You seem a bit unsure of exactly where to start.

Here, start with these, I say, lifting up my top and unhooking my bra, letting my heavy breasts spill out freely.

Oh my god... and instantly, your mouth is all over them. Your warm, gentle tongue circles my nipples over and over in frantic worship. My breathing changes drastically now. I haven't had this sort of undivided, eager attention for way too long, and it feels absolutely amazing.

Glad you approve, I tease. You look up at me, giving me a beautifully reverent look.

Of course I do. They're incredible, Archana.

What else would you like to see?

Everything...

You place your hands on my shoulders and pin me back against the seat, kissing me deeply again. Oh, I really like this little bit of forcefulness.

I reach down, unbutton my tight jeans, and slide them all the way down to my ankles. As always on nights like this, I am not wearing any underwear beneath. I scoot my bottom forward to the edge of the seat and spread my legs wide open for you.

You lean down, staring intently at my dripping wet core. Your fingers glide up and down tentatively, and then you bury your face right into me. The small, delicate sucks you place on my clit drive me completely crazy. My legs start to shake uncontrollably as you moan softly into my wetness.

Ah... fuck... My legs tremble more and more, and my moans become much louder in the enclosed space. Oh, that's one deprived little pussy, isn't it?

You answer me with a muffled Mhmm, and the vibration of your voice resonates straight through my sensitive nerves. I'm going to cum! As I release violently around your mouth, you start to slurp with every single pulsation. You are literally sucking the climax right out of me. I have never had a man do that with such raw eagerness before. Damn, you are driving me crazy. Oh my god, Karthik, that feels so good!

You come back up towards my face and kiss me hard. I can taste my own wetness on your lips, and it thrills me. I yank your shorts down, and your rock-hard cock springs free, instantly standing to attention. I wrap my hand tightly around it and tug forcefully.

You whisper pleadingly in my ear, Oh please, Archana, can I fuck you?

You don't have to ask, baby.

You exhale a massive sigh of relief and slide your thick length inside my soaking wet pussy. I am still so overly sensitive from my climax, and I clench tightly around you as you fully enter me. You go in and out very, very slowly, almost agonizingly so. You are trembling all over. I quickly realize that you won't let yourself go any faster in order to avoid cumming too quickly. I revel in your slowness, your forced gentleness. You lean your head heavily on my shoulder, and your warm, jagged breath against my neck fulfills me completely.

But then, things become risky as a security guard patrols past our row of cars. We almost get caught about four times by passing headlights and have to stop our rhythm abruptly.

I'm sorry, but let's stop for a moment and find somewhere much safer to go, I whisper urgently.

Okay.

We quickly scramble to dress and hop into the front seats of the SUV. I start the engine, and we drive out of the busy street.

I bet you're glad you emailed me, huh? I ask, glancing at him.

Oh, hell yes. Without a single doubt.

What's going through your head so far?

You know what...

Yeah, but I want to hear you actually say it.

You are incredibly sexy, and I'm pretty sure I'm the luckiest guy in Bangalore right now.

I blush, smiling at the windshield. Such a sweetheart. Thanks. I am certainly enjoying myself too. But remember, I still have to make you cum.

We drive for about 5 minutes and I find a dark, completely deserted IT office complex parking lot. The weekend means it's totally dead. We definitely won't be seen here. We hop into the back seat once again.

Take your pants off, I command. You do, and surprisingly, your cock is still just as hard as it was before the interruption.

Time to share some of my actual skills with you, I purr. I lean over, run my tongue slowly from the base of your cock right to the tip, and then in one swift, practiced motion, I take the entire thing deep down my throat.

You exhale loudly, your hands gripping the seat. I bob my head rhythmically up and down your amazing length, hearing small, young moans escape you in the quiet car. I moan softly around your cock, and the vibration makes your legs tremble uncontrollably.

Hold my hair, please.

You nervously gather my long dark hair in your hand, and I lean down a bit further so you can watch your cock disappearing into my mouth. I stare up at you from below, my eyes wide, dark, and completely willing. You lean your head back against the window, and instantly bring it back towards me to maintain eye contact. You stare intensely into my eyes.

Oh fuck yes... oh my god...

Mmm, you like it when I look at you? I murmur against your skin.

Fuck yes. Please don't stop.

I continue to take you deep in my throat, holding you all the way down until you twitch. I lick and suck gently at your balls and flick my tongue repeatedly over the sensitive head. I take a brief breather, jerking you with my hand for a while, occasionally leaning in to wrap my heavy breasts around your shaft.

What's going through your head now?

This is so hot... Such raw innocence. I smile.

I take you into my mouth again, closely watching your expressions. You have a look of sheer disbelief on your face. I am surely blowing your mind.

Faster, you whisper hoarsely. I bob my head hard and fast up and down for about 10 seconds.

I'm gonna cum!

You moan so loudly as your hot, thick load pours straight into my mouth. You seem to pulse and cum over and over. I tightly squeeze the base of your cock, and pull all the way up, milking and releasing every last drop of your youth into my mouth.

Wow, you're a heavy cummer, I remark, swallowing smoothly.

I know. Sorry.

I snicker, wiping my mouth. Don't be sorry, that's a very good thing, baby.

You shake with intense post-climax sensitivity, and I sit back against the door, simply admiring you. We sit in a comfortable, heavy silence as you finally catch your breath in the cool air.

I eventually break the silence. So, do you want to talk a bit? Do you have to be back at your hostel?

I can stick around a bit, I suppose. What should we talk about?

I shrug playfully. Um... well let's see. What would you say was the absolute best sexual experience in your life?

Are you kidding me?! THIS!!

I burst out in genuine laughter, Don't just say that! Really, what was your best one?

I am so not kidding, Archana. This was easily the hottest thing I've ever experienced.

Oh. Well, I'm glad I could be that for you. I guess you'll want to see me again sometime then?

Definitely!

The feeling is certainly mutual, Karthik. Let's start heading back.

We hop into the front seats again, and I start the engine. The FM radio automatically turns on, playing an old, classic romantic Bollywood track, Roop Tera Mastana. We look at each other, realizing the perfect irony of the song, and completely bust out laughing.

How perfect is that?! I exclaim.

That is way too funny!

I turn up the volume, and we dance and sway like total idiots in our seats to the most perfect song for the moment. I eventually pull up to the gates of your college hostel. I lean over and steal one more lingering kiss from you before you get out.

Thanks again.

No, thank YOU, Archana. Best night of my life.

I wave goodbye with a wide, satisfied smile as I drive away into the cool Bangalore night, already looking forward to our next meeting.