Bold autowalla gives me best sexual and sensual experience

Note: This story happened way well before the pandemic.

Autowallas are a different breed. A lot of them are snobby, rude, greedy, and dirty. A few of them accept life as it comes and enjoys their endless rides with strangers. They expect nothing in return, remains concentrated on their tasks.

But a lot in life is also about something that happens out of the blue when we least expect it to happen.  It was a rainy day, and the monsoon was extra kind in many cities like mine. It was dark and gloomy when my sleep broke very early in the morning.

I went back to bed, hoping things would change by the time it was a good day. I will then head to college and submit the project I had worked on till late in the night.  But the alarm went on again, as raucous as it could get to wake me up from my beauty sleep.

I was still very much asleep when I put it off, dragged myself off the bed, and sat on the toilet seat to pee. My eyes wanted to remain shut. But they did not fail to notice the dry, white spots on my dark blue panty.

I recalled, tired from work and a long day, I had made good use of my fingers last night. The spots reminded me how much I had desired a piece of meat inside me. It had been a long since I had any fun.

I got ready for the day and tasks to be finished. A project was to be submitted, and a meeting with my gang of girls before we get confined in our homes. Considering the horrible weather, I decided to skip jeans for soft cotton three-fourths.

A black bra gave a proper push and extra cleavage, and an off-white sleeveless shirt with buttons in front. It was loose enough to keep me ventilated through the day. There I was, standing under a big pink umbrella, looking for a ride.

With several tasks lined up, I was afraid that I would get an auto that would make a few stops before college. Rains had picked up, and I was feeling the sprinkles off the road on my feet. After about 20 minutes and a few rejections, an auto walla standing on the other side of the road had mercy on me.

He took a u-turn and came to me. (All conversations hereon were in Hindi, but I will describe them in English).

Him: Where do you want to go?

Me: To X bank, a nearby bill counter, and then to my X college.

Him: That is a very long journey, and roads today are jammed and flooded with water. I can take you to your college directly.

Me: Bhaiya, please? I have to do these tasks. Otherwise, my mom would be very angry. My papa is not in town, and I have to finish these tasks today anyhow.

Him: Fine, I will take you, but I will need 100 rupees over the meter.

Me: Thank you, bhaiya! You are the sweetest.

I knew I had hit the jackpot by making him agree to take me everywhere I needed to go. I did not mind his demand for extra money. Having settled in the auto, I kept my umbrella and bag aside. I began tying my open hair that was blowing in the wind as he picked up some speed.

I had not realized that it had been a few days since I had shaved. My armpits had visible growth of hair. I could smell the perfume with fresh sweat as I took my arms up and began tying my hair. I was sitting upright. I noticed that the autowalla’s eyes were not on the road and were instead on my armpits.

I knew they made a sight many do not ignore—shapely armpits of a girl with fair skin, greenish tinge with a bit of stubble. He was juggling between two activities, keeping his eyes on the road and me through his wide, horizontal glass inside the auto.

I did not mind him having a look. I wondered if he could smell what I could.  We know how armpits smell. Do they smell any different than in summer? When is it just too hot? One tends to lose track of how long it has been since the armpits were washed and perfumed.

Suddenly he spotted a huge pothole. As if he had disk brakes at the front. I slid straight up into the autowalla’s back and was thrown up a bit from my seat. The auto came to a standstill after going through a massive pothole.

I somehow balanced myself holding the horizontal bar and his shoulder, and we looked at each other into the mirror again.

Me: Bhaiya, please go slow and easy!?

Him: Sorry, madam, but it is anyway difficult to see the road full of water. How can I spot a pothole?

Me: I hope you are not hurt. Is the front wheel fine?

I could feel the pothole did some damage. You know when you have landed in a huge one.

Him (looking in the mirror and grinning): I am all good madam, what is it with the wheel? I go through this every day. But I hope you are not hurt.

The autowalla, by then, could not control bringing a broad smile on his face. His eyes lit up when he said the last line. Embarrassed to the core, having rubbed my breasts all over his back, I could only reply with a ‘yes, I am fine.’ My breasts had crushed into his back, and I could see why he was grinning.

We resumed the journey. My hair was falling everywhere after that incident. I had to tie them up again. As soon as I took my arms up and began sorting my hair, the driver started looking back in the mirror again. I was both angry as well as surprised at his reaction.

We just had a narrow shave, and this guy was still hungrily ogling at my armpits.  We had taken a detour from the main road seeing some traffic building up due to waterlogging. We thought of taking a parallel road onwards but a deserted one generally since it promised quicker passage.

But as things turned out, the front wheel was damaged. The auto came to a wobbly halt near a building on the service road. The water was knee-deep.  A car flew past us, splashing gallons of muddy water on us. That is when I remembered that I had not used the leather sheet curtain of the auto.

Nor had I been wise in picking the clothes for what was turning out to be such an adventurous day. The car had splashed a hell of a lot of water inside our broken-down auto. My shirt was completely wet, revealing the color of my black bra.

But I had even bigger worries than that. The soft cotton three-fourths, which had felt so comfy so far, had also soaked in a lot of water. I could feel my panty was drenched too.

Me: Why can’t these people drive carefully? Can’t they see the auto has broken down?

The autowalla turned towards me and said, “What to do, ma’am? There are so many autos breaking down in this rain. No one cares about us anyway,” I thought he wanted to say more. But he stopped in his tracks to observe my helpless state.

My black push-up bra was visible, so was the cleavage. He took a few seconds to devour them with his eyes, and he began speaking again.

“Arey madam, you are drenched!”

“What to do? I forgot to close the curtain! I do not know what to do!”

“Madam, the auto has broken down. I do not know when and how I can fix it. I do not even think there will be any other empty auto coming this way either,” his words scared me. “But I have a solution if you do not mind me saying this.”

He knew a place that was a deserted old factory adjacent to the road. He and his mates used to go there to have some fun time, perhaps consuming alcohol and playing cards. It is a little inside, and no one, absolutely no one, comes there. If I were okay with it, it would only be a five-minute walk from where we were.

He said we could go there for some time till we sort out our plans.   Confused and helpless as I already was, it began raining heavily again to make matters even more complex. He suggested we move there for the time being and see what help we can arrange. I agreed.

He got down and asked me for the umbrella. Even though he was in his uniform, he was getting drenched too. Some of the water off the car had splashed on him as well. I handed it to him and soon joined him under the umbrella. It was big enough for one person, but not for two.

My body was hugging him from the left side as we began walking. A few steps later, I felt I was falling in what was like a broken part of the road hidden completely by water.  But he was quick and strong. He held me by his arm and pulled me towards him.

I thanked him and began walking again. But he did not take his hand off my arm. Rather, he slowly and lightly put it on my right shoulder. He had a smile on his face. I could sense his intentions, and hunger was building up. Soon we reached the place.

Asking me to hold the umbrella, he moved a vertical zig-zag hard plastic sheet that people usually use as roofs. Here, it was being used as a door. Having made the way while taking more water onto his clothes, he let me in. We had to put on mobile phone torches to figure out the way.

He said there was a room upstairs and that the gallery was completely away from the public eye. I could anxiously, nervously, sense where this was heading. He would suck off the last drop of my pussy juice in the next half an hour or so. But what if he would not? “What am I even thinking?”

We went up. The room was well arranged — a few chairs here and there and a bed. Surprisingly, there was a thin shiny nylon rope (on which you dry clothes at home?) from one end of the room to another. The thought of taking off my wet clothes and putting them to dry under the fan flashed in my mind.

But what will I do with my companion here? I was confused. I was lost making any current plans. The man took out his shirt, twisted it, twirled it to take out the water, and spread it out on the rope. He smiled as he turned towards me. I was a bit surprised.

His face might be of a 30-year-old man, but his body was of a 25-year old. He did not have any tummy bulge no chest hair. (I observed he had no such growth), a well-shaped arm and chest.

“What are you thinking, madam? Please take out your shirt and put it to dry. I will increase the fan speed so that it takes less time,” he said.

“What? Where will you go if I have to do that,” I said. I was shivering with the thought of how cold it feels when you are drenched and standing under a full-speed fan.

“I cannot go out and stand in the rain, na,” he laughed.

“What are you even saying? Have you lost your mind?” I shot back.

“Look, madam, you are a girl, I know that. I respect that. But I also know what health issues one can have in such rains, especially when clothes are wet. Please, I request you not to be shy. You are only a woman. You have everything that the other women have. Ya aapke paas kuch naya hai jo kisi ke paas nahi?”

His answer hit me hard. I was a progressive young woman, but a guy from a section we all treat so badly and think is uneducated was educating me.

“Can you at least turn off the light?” I asked.

“Arey madam, why are you so shy? Have you not been naked in front of anyone else? Have you not had sex? Then? I suggest you put out your clothes for drying and save yourself from the cold,” he took off his pants while he said this and hung them on the rope.

I saw, yes, he had a semi-erect penis by then, but what caught my eye was that his undies were dry. Mine was not.

“Bhaiya, I understand your point. But my problem is that both my undergarments are also wet. What do I do with that?” I had begun giving up.

“Arey have I not said this to you? What are you hiding? I have seen so many girls naked in porn videos. You must have seen many naked guys too. Anyway, it is your choice. Remain wet and have the risk of falling ill because this rain has increased. I do not see any way out as of now,” he replied.

Enough was enough. He had increased the fan speed, and I began feeling the chill. I started opening the buttons of my shirt. Soon my black bra with heavy breasts came out. The shirt was soon hanging on the rope, and I took out the pants too. He smiled.

“Madam, can I ask one question if you do not mind? I have been straight and direct so far, only knowing that we may not meet again in our lives after today. So many people in this city, right? Are your areola and nipples big or small?” he asked.

I was taken aback by his question. But standing half-naked and having seen his boldness so far, I was expecting his next move. “Why?” I asked.

“I thought if you have small ones, it will make some sight with your arms up in the air,” he said.

“I will not tell you this. If you are so experienced watching girls, why do you not guess?” I replied.

I knew this was it. It was happening. I needed meat inside me. I had not thought in my wildest of dreams that it would be an autowalla’s.

“If I guess it right, will I get to see it?” he asked.

“Depends on your answer,” I had joined the game long back.

“Mmmm, they have to be small. They have to be small,” he was spot-on in his reply.

My panty was drenched, and it was getting wetter now. I took a few steps towards him, and just the way he wanted to see, I stood and lifted my arms again. A fresh aroma of my perfume and sweat hit my nose. I thought he would pull down the upper cup of my bra and peek into it, seeing what was inside it.

I knew I had lost the game. My nipples were darkish pink and small. But then, he was full of surprises!  The smell from my armpits that were washed an hour or so back, reeking of sweat and deodorant, hit harder on him. He moved close.

He grabbed my arm and rolled his palms up till the elbow of my left hand. I suddenly remembered my left nipple was my weakest point. What if he…? He brought his nose closer, took a few deep breaths. He soon began kissing and licking my left armpit.

He was enjoying the act. I was standing shivering by it. Soon he brought his other palm on my right boob. After a few gentle presses going harder, he plucked out the hooks and opened up my bra. He took it off my body and seeing my short areola and nipples, all he said was, “I knew it.”

He buried his face between my breasts. I have experienced how a tongue feels on the breasts, like a soft, warm, wet, like a soft, furry wet animal moving sexually around your assets. But this man was a different beast.

After a few wet kisses around my soft boobs, he went to flick my nipples one after the other with his tongue. No lip game yet. It was directly his tongue running riot on my nipples. They were at their hardest. Soon he began sucking on and trying to take as much of boob as possible within his mouth.

He pushed me against a wall. I was glad I had support while he devoured me.  He took his hands to my pussy, and his eyes bulged out. “Why are you still wearing wet clothes?” he shouted and took it off in one go. I was naked, and this was when I started feeling the bulge of his mushroom on my tummy.

He took some time playing around with my boobs. My hands were now aching after being up for all this while. He understood. He guided me to the only bed in the room. The sheet was a bit dirty and stinky, but all I was thinking was of the piece of meat inside me.

But he made me wait. Instead, he made me lie down with my feet dangling and touching the ground. He spread my legs wide, and all I felt was a warm tongue hitting my pussy. I shrieked. He said I could shout for all I wanted. No one would hear.

I was happy. Finally, I had got a place to make all noise while having sex. I felt his slight beard rubbing hard against my soft skin down there.  He did not take long, much to my surprise, and pulled me up from the bed but kept me seated. He asked me to take off his underwear.

I looked into his eyes while I rolled down the last piece of cloth on his body. His member was approximately seven inches long and thick enough for me to make as much noise I would like. But instead of entering me, he made me sit. He wanted a blowjob.

I think it was Lifeboy; only that soap has that smell. I thought it would hardly have been two hours since he had bathed. He smelt fresh. I do not mind pre-cums. For some girls, they can be a big deterrent for taking a man in their mouth. I brought out my tongue, licked him clean in a few strokes.

When I was opening my mouth to take him in, he showed urgency. He grabbed me by my ponytail and pushed my mouth over his penis. I loved the action. I took away my hands and let his penis grow inside more and more in my mouth.

It began hitting the back of my throat. But I wrapped my lips around it and began moving to and fro.  He did like it, but he could not resist it. Hardly five minutes on, he took it out of my mouth, lifted me by pulling me up with his hands under both my arms. He felt my underarms’ sweat on his hands.

He pushed me on the bed, licked the sweat off his hands. He then spread my legs apart again. A few strokes and he was entering. A few more strokes and he was inside me completely. The fan was running at full speed, but I was sweating.

Seeing a few drops on my forehead, he came close and licked them off too. He lifted my arms again. The smell of my perfume was long gone. He was glad to meet pure salty sweat as he brought his nose and tongue closer again. But down there, he was not giving up on the speed.

For the next few minutes, he was fucking me and licking my armpits while pinching my nipples one after the other.  He slowed down, his motion relented. But shortly after gathering his breath, he began pulling my nipples up. I was surprised.

I was being sucked on boobs and fucked at the same time for the first time. He had pulled my left breast up entirely and was sucking while going harder down there now.  A few more minutes, and I felt I would throw out a river now. I was not just leaking.

My pussy was overflowing, and somehow he sensed it. He let me drain myself out as I screamed in ecstasy.  It did not take him long to realize he was going to release too. He took out his penis and pulled me up again. “Suck it out like the pornstars,” came the demand.

I was shivering in pain and after a recent orgasm. He soon began releasing me around my mouth, lips. His cum was falling over on my boobs, tummy, and thighs.

We were spent. I laid down beside him. He pulled my hand up again and buried his nose as he took long breaths near my armpits. I realized, coming to the senses, that it had stopped raining.

“Let’s get up?” I asked.

He got up, put on his clothes, and made a phone call. His friend was on the way to help us. I dressed up again.

“It was the best experience I have ever had,” I blurted out as we walked down the deserted old factory.

“I know, madam, I have heard this before,” he said.

“I do not know when and if at all I will experience such again,” I said.

“Note down my number. Give me a missed call when you want it next,” he said.

His friend came soon, and I left for home in his auto. I was too tired, satisfied to the core. I went home. I told my mom that the tasks could not be finished due to the weather and a pothole which changed my memories forever.

Having sex with a stranger was always on the wishlist. But with an autowalla that too it being the best of my life so far, I had hit the jackpot.

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