Should I give security guard a chance in return?

A new life in a big city for a small-town girl was never going to be easy. But I had the determination to explore new horizons and challenges, which had taken me to Mumbai.

A new office and a new group of people had brought some flavour to the new life. But no friends or family had also made my time off work very tough. It’s never easy. But I thought I had done everything to settle down and get into the flow of a new start.

It had been six months. I was relatively new. But still, I blended in perfectly with my teammates and girls with whom I was sharing a flat. The workdays would pass easily. But the weekends and holidays would be particularly tough.

The other girls at my flat had people to go back to, boyfriends to have fun with and lots of other things to do.  But on one of those weekends, we girls decided to stay in and have fun by ourselves. We all had moved in together and were pretty busy with our respective lives.

But we had also forged friendships. It would only deepen further once we bonded over some drinks and food.  It was Saturday night when we decided to have fun. In case any of us were to have any hangovers, the next day would come in handy to recover and rest.

But little did we know even that would not be enough. We just had too much to consume. Or was it just me who was new to the world of drinking? Anvi and Tanya were pros in drinking, as it turned out. Whereas I, a small town girl fresh out of home, was exploring the limits to which I could handle.

Anvi and Tanya were only getting into the groove. But I began feeling like I was losing control. Without experience and knowledge of how much to drink, I had got carried away. I was happy, relaxed and craving for more as the alcohol kicked in.

But my flatmates were rushing from one cigarette to another. I was also feeling uncomfortable with the smoke that had engulfed the entire flat. I thought of moving to the terrace. The flat was on the fifth floor of a small, old building, and there were no balconies.

I took their permission and went upstairs. Being drunk, I thought how tough it was to take one full floor of stairs, being high and lacking control.  It was well past midnight. I had made my way upstairs, unaware of the time. Most of the people were deep asleep.

Here I was, trying to make sense of all that was happening around me right now.  It was dark on the ground with poor street lights. But the moon was making everything visible in shape. At least that’s what I thought. A cold breeze had dried up the sweat around my neck and shoulder.

But my back and armpits were still drenched, I felt. I was wearing white shorts and a black tank top. On the way upstairs, I had carried a stole to cover my attractive white body. I knew it was glowing under the moonlight.  I was feeling sexy from inside!

‘Should I slide my hand inside my panties and finger my pussy? Or should I use my longest finger in the butt hole?’ Random thoughts began running in my mind. I took off the stole and kept it on the floor. I spread my arms wide over my head to let the breeze dry me up.

I wasn’t wearing a bra. The top was thick enough not to show my nipples when they were not hard. Who was going to ogle here at this hour? Anvi had figured out that I had only the top on me. I had, too, since she was displaying her protruding nipples proudly.

Suddenly, a voice thundered, “Kaun hai?” from behind. Lost in the moment, I stumbled and fell hard on the floor. Water pipes were running through the floor, and on one of those, my foot got stuck, and I hit the floor hard.

It was the security guard who had ventured to the terrace at that time. His usual visit is to check the water level in the terrace tank before going to sleep. Usually, he won’t find anyone on the terrace so late in the night. So even Vijay was surprised to see a girl all by herself.

But what scared him was the way I fell into the dirt and some overflowing water. I was wincing in pain. I had not only hit the floor hard but had also banged my elbow on one of the pipes. Vijay came running and helped me up while profusely apologising for scaring me like that.

It turned out I had injured myself. My clothes were dirty, and my elbow was in severe pain. The effect of alcohol, I felt, went up higher than before. I was not feeling myself.

Vijay helped me get up. I was in pain, so he had to put my hand over his shoulders. He was sober, but I was not. He was aware of the happenings but I entirely was not. But I also had no other choice but to cede control to the man who scared me and made me fall.

Vijay helped me settle down on the cemented stairs which led to the guard’s resting room. It was locked. But there was some light coming from the nearby building’s terrace.  As we began inspecting me, I noticed Vijay’s boldness. He was sitting on his haunches.

His touching me was also increasing. He had rubbed his hands pretty hard on my silky thighs a few times when he brushed the dirt off them. Suddenly, there was a power cut, and the darkness grew further. It felt as if I could not see anything in the front for a few moments.

I felt his hand straight up approaching my boob and its nipple. He certainly grazed his hand as if to feel my nipple intentionally.

“Sorry, sorry! Main bas dekh raha tha aap apni jagah se hile to nahi?” (Sorry, sorry! I was trying to figure out if you had moved from the spot) Vijay said.

“Kya bol rahe ho? Is andhere mein kaha jaungi?” (What are you saying? Where would I go in this darkness?) I replied.

“Theek hai, yahi baitho, main generator on karke aaya.” (Please remain seated here while I go and turn on the generator) he said and left.

I had two options. I could have dragged my sorry ass back into my flat or sat out here, in the open, drunk, injured. I got my braless boob grazed by a man whom I won’t recall his face the next day. I chose the latter.

Vijay was back in five minutes from the ground floor without breaking a sweat. His breathing was normal. I stayed put on that cemented staircase, getting a bum-ache from the hard surface, dirty and sweaty.

“The generator won’t power the lift. I would not like you to go down two floors with the injuries. Let’s wait for some time and see if the power is restored,” said Vijay. He boldly made his way to sit right next to me.

I wondered what Anvi and Tanya would be doing while I sat next to the guard who was about to devour me.

“Aap ki khushbu bohut achchi hai,” (You smell very nice) he said.

“Thank you, par maine pi rakhi hai, garmi mein paseena bhi ho raha hai.” (Thank you, I am drunk, but I’m also sweating) I replied.

“Arey ladki ke paseene ki badbu hoti hi kaha hai, aap madam log to sirf mehekte ho!” (Oh, tell me which girl smells? All you madams always smell so nice) he replied.

“Ha, ye to hai par abhi mujhe kafi paseena ho raha hai,” (yes, that’s right but I’m sweating right now) I said.

I knew a few men had a fetish for female sweat and other kinky stuff. If Vijay was among them, there was only one way to figure it out.  I lifted my arm while saying I needed to check if my elbow was alright now. I knew the smell of my armpits would hit his nose.

But as it turned out, Vijay simultaneously moved much closer as if he were to bury his face in me.

“Madam, ye kaun sa perfume hai? Main apni wife ko lakar dunga, bohot achcha hai,” (Which perfume is this? I’ll get one for my wife as well.) he said.

I turned towards him to let him enjoy more of the aroma. But the heat of the moment, the closeness between us, the darkness. It all led to him burying his face in my armpits while his hand attacked my boob.

While he squeezed my boob, flicked my nipple and kissed me all over my neck, shoulder and arms. I failed to recall when was the last time someone made love to me.

Vijay did not waste any time rolling up the top to expose my boobs. He was clean-shaven. I loved having nothing in between my breasts and a man’s tongue and lips. He ate my boobs.

Yes, he ate them and not sucked them. He opened his mouth as wide as he could to take each of my 34c size boobs in his mouth. I felt only sorry that he could only open his mouth to a limit and could not fit the whole of it.

Suddenly, he rose and dropped his pants in a jiff. On night duty, he had showered perhaps a couple of hours back. He smelled, at least, not sweaty and dirty like I was. I was leaning on the stairs as he came right in front of me and shoved his dick into my mouth.

I was taken aback by the speed at which things were happening. But for once, I did not care. I did not care where I was, with whom I was and what I was doing. I was getting mouth-fucked.

Vijay’s dick was long. In darkness, I only imagined it to be black. But its thickness was enough to make me choke. I was drooling. My saliva flowed out of my mouth to slip onto my chin. Then, on my neck and between my breasts. Sure, it was a mix of my saliva and his precum.

I vaguely heard him mentioning happiness over getting a ‘madam’ to get his dick sucked. But I was also busy using my hands too. One was collecting the liquid from my chin and neck and rubbing it over my exposed nipples.

The light wind giving a chilling feeling on my nipples was something I always enjoyed. Even though my shorts were still on my waist, I slid my hand finally into the panty on this open terrace.

True to his strength, Vijay lasted a little more than five minutes when I felt a thick burst of cream hitting my throat. He shivered and moaned while I frantically fingered my pussy, hoping for a burst. I knew I wouldn’t cum while he was already done.

Right at that moment, I heard Anvi calling my name ‘Smriti, Smriti, where are you?”

Vijay was shaken to the core. He literally jumped across, pulled his pants up and just said, “Madam, ek chance dena mujhe please, aapko special wala thank you bolna hai.” (Madam, please give me one chance to say special thanks to you.).

I understood what he meant. I quickly lowered down my top and desperately wiped my face with my bare hands and shoulders to make myself look presentable. The power was back, apparently, and Anvi had come looking for me, worried.

All that she saw was Vijay and me at the same spot. Did she figure out what had just happened here?

Wait for the second part.

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