Experience of a lifetime – Part 1

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I had heard her say the word fuck a million times but when she said the word fuck in this context – I was dumbfounded. Is she toying with me or does she mean it? My brain was doing those mental gymnastics on what to reply and my cock had dibs on the blood supply on a minuscule chance of getting laid.

You must be wondering how Priya looks. She was probably in her late ’20s (I was completely off base with her age, she was much older. She just looked young), 5’1″ petite, with light brown complexion, shoulder-length dark hair, a round face, big eyes, thin lips, and a huge bosom, maybe a C cup. With her amazing petite figure matched with her dark sense of humor, she was a bomb!

Wait! Wait! All of this was irrelevant. She had a husband. I had no business interfering in other people’s personal affairs.

I replied: “Yeah okay. Stop it. It’s not funny anymore.”

Priya: “I’m serious, you should!”

Me: “You do know that I am single but you are marri….”

Priya quickly cut me off and said “Let’s not go there. So what if I am married?”

Me: “No, I meant….”

Priya: “I’m horny, seems like you are too, we should fuck!”

All ethical and moral concerns are likely to be ignored when the blood is around the groin area. I didn’t want to disagree with her or point out that what she was doing was immoral. I justified her and my behavior by saying that I recognized what she wanted and ignored everything else.

The girl I had regarded as one of my close friends for the last few months wanted to modify the status quo. And I sure as hell was not going to stop it from happening! I have checked her out quite a few times; I’m not a saint. Naturally, nobody takes action on it! Who can ignore her massive boobs? Heck! She must have caught me occasionally peeping at her cleavage.
No matter how subtly you do it, women do notice when someone looks at their bosom. And yes! Priya later confessed to me that she caught me enjoying her curves basically every day.

This woman was not joking, I felt. Or was she playing a weird game of chicken that I don’t know of? I was not amused. She was toying with me. I don’t know why I did this, I just decided to call her, each ringing tone felt like an hour, and my hand was trembling, barely holding my phone to my ear.

She answered, and I nervously said –

“Hello! Hi! It’s not funny anymore okay? So stop it”.

I could hear her chuckle at hearing my shaky voice.

She said – “It was a joke. I’m kidding!” And she paused for a second which felt like an eternity.

Priya: “What if I am not? Don’t you want to fuck me? Is this conversation making you uncomfortable?”

Me: “Ahhh Nooooh! Wait” I mumbled.

Priya: “Nooo? For what?”

Me: I muttered “This is getting weirder! I mean, you are gorgeous and I really want to….. fucck…… you.”

Priya: “It’s settled then. You are going to fuck me!”

“Okay, I gotta go. Talk to you tomorrow. Bye!”

I said “Bye” with a raspy breath and hung up.

What on earth had just happened? Why did a 30-second conversation feel like an hour? Was Priya playing an elaborate prank on me because I cheated in a game of Uno and tomorrow she would show our conversation to all the people in the cab? I was horny and worried at the same time. Nobody is this upfront! This is not porn, this is real life!

Stayed awake all night thinking about what had just happened. The next morning was early to my pick-up point. Boarded the cab and saw Priya sitting in her usual seat. She gave me a wicked smile and held on to my gaze till I sat down behind her. She was wearing a beige colored buttoned shirt and blue denim.

I’m not sure if she intentionally unbuttoned a button of her shirt, I got a quick glimpse of her chest crevasse when she glanced away for a second. The cab ride felt quick, hopped off as soon as the cab arrived at our office building wanting to talk to Priya, and saw her busily walking towards her office lobby.

Spent all day working and trying to distract myself from imagining slowly unbuttoning Priya’s shirt and taking a peak or Priya was going to play a sick prank. In the evening I was already sitting inside the cab when Priya arrived. I immediately got a text from

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