First ‘N’ Last – With A Stranger

It had been a hectic day during the month of April. I was tired of all the work and was in a mood to relax. After closing my office at 6pm I left on my bike and headed towards home. The clients had been behind me all day long and having tackled all of them I had almost finished the day’s work, except for one client who was not satisfied with what I had done with his project.

Before I move ahead with my story, let me introduce myself. I’m Javed, a graphic designer by profession and work alone at small unit of my own. I earn enough to lead a comfortable life. Bike’s have been my weakness. Changing a bike every now and then, modifying it according to my fantasies and selling them, of course with quite a good margin of profit has been my part time business too. As known to almost all, girls fall for bikes and specially the speeding ones.

Now back to continuing my story, I stopped by a roadside tea stall for a hot cup of tea. It was around 6.30 pm. With a cup of tea in one hand I had lit a cigarette and sat on the bench laid by the Chaiwala for his customers. The road was quite busy and a few yards away was the bus stop. I heard someone calling me and turned to see one of my friends. He seemed to be in a hurry to catch a bus. He said something to me which I couldn’t hear due to the heavy traffic and the noise.

I wished him back which he too didn’t hear and the way I shouted, my words may have caught somebody else’s attention too. I had uttered some vulgar words to him, since he was quite close to me and we pulled each other’s leg a lot. The bus passed and my eyes suddenly fell on a girl who had turned towards me and smiling. For a moment I thought she’s smiling at someone else standing ahead of me. I finished my tea and sat for a while to finish my cigarette. I stood up and paid for the tea and walked towards my bike. My eyes again fell on this girl who was smiling and this time she was staring at me with a smile still on her lips. She was in her mid 20s.

Dressed in a grey colored loose pullover like top, sleeveless and underarms a bit low cut and loose, and white leggings she had the curves enough to attract attention of any passerby. I returned her smile and pointed my index finger ahead of me, as if asking her if she too was heading ahead and needed a lift. She nodded and replied to me the same way, without uttering a word, as if saying ‘yes’. I turned my head aside and signaled again asking her to hop on.

She walked towards me and quietly sat behind me, her bag slung to her shoulder and she was clutching the bike’s grip behind her. I opened my mouth now, asked her “which way?” She said ‘straight’ and mentioned that she was put up in Tnagar which was on my way to ***Layout. We had traveled about a kilometer where there were crossroads and a signal. The signal suddenly turned red and before I could realize, the traffic from the vehicles on the crossroads had started moving. I had to suddenly apply brakes and the jerk almost made her fall on me. I said ‘Sorry!’ She didn’t mention anything but I felt like a cushion pressed against my back. That was enough to rouse anyone. She could have moved back again to her position, but she remained pressed to my back. She had left the grip behind and instead her right hand moved around my waist. I had to turn back. I saw her smiling and she said, ‘That’s ok! .

I smiled and introduced myself to her, ‘Well.. my name’s Javed’ .. she said, ‘Hi Javed, I’m Lisha’. With a few words of introduction exchanged between us like what I do and what she did, we were like friends in a few moments. She was working for a private organization as a receptionist. We moved ahead and it was about a 20 minute drive to her place. I asked her whether she wanted to get off at the main road junction of her street. She said, ‘No! You’ve helped me and I’m not going to leave you unless you have a cup of tea with me’.

I said, “I’ve already had tea, you saw me at the bus stop. And moreover it’s getting late, I have to reach home”.

“Oh! that roadside tea? Yuck! How do u manage with that? I really prepare good tea. Come with me na.. please. I don’t feel like leaving you without even treating you with a cup of tea.” I had no other option but to accept her invitation. She guided me through the crosses ahead and we reached her place. I wanted to park my bike across outside her gate but she insisted that I take it inside and park it safely. She fumbled inside her purse and took out her keys. “Well, I’m alone at home for about a week. My parents are on a trip to Delhi,” she said.

“Oh!” I said, and as she opened the door, I hesitated for a while stepping in. She said, “Come in! Feel free and make yourself comfortable”, and ushered me to the sofa in her living room. I could feel my heart beating a bit faster now. I’m a married man and was thinking about my wife waiting for me at home.

I usually reached home by 7 in the evening. Though I had come across a lot of girls in my life, this was my first experience being alone with a girl in her place. Thoughts of all kinds emerged in my mind. Suppose someone known to me has seen me entering her house with her? I was worried someone may spot my bike parked inside a house unknown. I had drifted in thoughts when she suddenly gave me a jerk again, “I’ll just be back with the tea.

Till then you can relax with the magazines and here’s today’s newspaper”. I just smiled and saw her walking in. Maybe she kept the water for boiling to prepare tea and I saw her again moving towards her bedroom. “Just a moment. I’ll be right back”, she said and went in.

When she came out, she had changed. She was wearing a light cream colored night gown, thick enough only to hide her skin. But with the light from the other side one could easily make out her silhouette. The curves in the right places were enough to rouse any man. She brought tea saying “Tea’s ready!! Just taste it and tell me whether it isn’t better than your roadside tea”. I smiled and took the cup from her.

Instead of sitting on the chair opposite, she sat beside me on the sofa, with the cup in her left hand. She wiped her palm on her gown covered thigh which for a while tightened and I couldn’t resist eyeing her. She had a sip or two and I too was gulping down the tea ensuring to finish it soon and taking her permission.

“Hey! Relax..! You seem to be in a hurry. Let the tea cool down.” said she and smiled at me. Her right hand slowly moved around my waist. She took another sip and kept the cup away on the tea table. Her face moved close to mine and she whispered, “Don’t you find me attractive?” I smiled back at her and said, “You look lovely!”

I kept my cup away and was about to take her permission when she too kept her cup away and placed her hand on my shoulder, brought her face close to mine. I could feel her hot breath. She whispered, “Don’t you want to stay back?” I hesitated and said, “Well, my wife’s waiting for me at home. I usually reach home early to spend some time with my family.”

She now put both her arms around my neck and whispered, “You can always have an excuse. Please, stay back for a while. Reaching home late one day doesn’t make any difference”.

Now her intention was clearer and I had to gather my guts to face her. I had never touched any girl except my wife. However, this appeared to be a challenge to my manhood. I put my hands around her waist and pulled her to me. Her lips came down on mine. She was breathing heavily and she nestled closer to me. Her breasts pressed against my chest. I felt on top of the world.

After the kissing and smooching, her hands unbuttoned my shirt; she undid my belt and unhooked my pants. Her lips moved down on my chest, down still and on the bulge of my underwear.

She lightly bit the bulge and pulled down my pants. I had to slip out of my shoes to remove my pants and she pulled my underwear off too. Now her lips and tongue started working on my hardened penis. She licked it all the way down, took my balls in her mouth, sucked them awhile and started sucking my penis till I couldn’t control myself.

The way her tongue and lips were working on my penis, it was clear that she had all the experience having sex and she wasn’t a virgin. She gagged on my hardened penis. Her mouth drooled with her own saliva mixed with my pre-cum.

Her face had gone red; she stood up and gave me a smile, stretched her hand and pulled me up. I stood up, “Let’s go to my bedroom”, she said and led me in. She threw herself on her bed and spread her legs and said, “I’m all yours”. I bent down between her legs and feasted on her already wet pussy.

About five minutes passed and she too couldn’t control herself. She was moaning and squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, biting her lips. I climbed on her, placed my hard penis on her pussy lips and parted them. My fears had all gone and I was in a different world. I had forgotten my wife and home. She moaned and wrapped her legs around my waist.

I started pumping and we both reached climax. We laid beside each other, with one leg over me she was smiling at me. “You’re so strong. A real man I met after a long time”, she said and ran her finger over my chin, my neck, my belly and down to my limp penis. She clutched it and started the push pull action for a while. She climbed on me giving her pussy to my mouth, in a 69 position and her mouth started again working on my rod. She roused me again.

This time she turned back and lifted her leg in air asking me to enter her from behind. My rod had again hardened and I had another round. Half way in the spoon position, and after a while she begged me to fuck her doggy style which I did.

I stayed with her till 9.30pm. My cell phone was ringing. It was in my pants that were lying in the living hall out. I heard it and had to get up. I took the phone. It was my wife calling. I rejected the call, dressed up in a hurry and turned around to see her standing behind me smiling, dressed in the gown now. She hugged me, kissed me again and said, “Thank you. You were so good to me”.

I took her permission, came out and before starting the bike I saw her waving goodbye to me. I called my wife and said I was held up with a client. I sped towards home and for a while I felt myself ashamed and unable to face my wife. It took me a week to forget the incident. I had cheated my wife.