It is just past midnight and I am stuck at work eagerly eyeing every source of time hoping it would tell me that it was time to go home, but it still said I had a good three hours before I could pack up for the day.
Working in customer support for western countries tends to have most people in Bangalore doing night shifts and like every other jock trying to pay his bills and rent, I had joined the bandwagon back when the BPO culture had set in to make quick bucks. Sadly, it became an addiction that I couldn't easily get out of.
Over the years, though, I have found that the best way to plod along without going senile is to develop a habit or an interest. With all the swanky dating apps and what not, its tough not to miss hitting the broadside of the barn with a shotgun, and yet that is how fate would have it for me.
Bored out of my wits, I decide to go old-school and find an ad-posting site like the erstwhile Craigslist and post a simple, dumb as a spade hookup ad. Reviewing it once again after posting the ad and ruing how lame it looks now, I swipe my screen over to another app and get immersed in it, while going thru the motions with a query at work.
Two hours later, I decide to see how my ad had performed and am actually stunned that I have a response. It just says, "26 F Domlur. Ur Num?" This was posted 10 mins earlier and I quickly reply to this with my number. Five minutes later my phone rings. An unknown number.
I answer, "Hello?"
In a very north-eastern Indian accent, "Hey. You gave me your number sometime back"
"Yeah. Am sure you have no doubts about the ad. When do you want to meet?"
"Now?"
I gulped, checked my watch and thanked fate for finally telling me I could leave work in ten minutes. "I'll leave work in fifteen minutes. Where is your place?"
She gave me her address, landmarks and asked me how I'd be coming. Told her, by car.
"Let's go for a drive then." She said suddenly. "I'll meet you at the gate. I'll be in a frock."
After hanging up, I went to the men's room for a quick dash before almost running down to my car. I get in, key in the ignition, program the navigation and in under 10 minutes am at the gate of the apartment. A quick call to let you know I've reached and a couple minutes later, I see the gate opening and a lady wearing a dull colored frock step out.
With distinct North-Eastern Indian features to the face and thick, jet black hair styled like a pixie, and flawless skin, she comes around, gets into the passenger seat and offer me her hand to shake. I look at her, frozen for a second before taking it, shaking it twice and kissing it before letting go. She smiles, shy and surprised.
I pull out of the lane, drive out of the colony and ask her how far and how long? She just says, drive for an hour and then turn around. I head to the expressway leading to the airport to give us some privacy and free roads and we make conversation.
She tells me she's been in Bangalore only for a few months now, working here. Has a boyfriend, but something isn't clicking. She was alone, sleepless and horny when she came across my ad. She particularly loved the fact that I had mentioned "love oral sex and am a sucker for the 69!". I thought that line was pretty lame when I put it in, but apparently that shit worked!
With that acting as the breaching, the dam exploded and we began talking about our fetishes, kinks, turn-ons and that is when I mentioned that I get turned on by women who don't wear bras or panties. She turned to look at me as I drove, I looked back at her and she reached into her frock, undid her bra, removed it, wrapped it around the gearshift, and slid her panties down, reached over to me, made me sniff it and put it down my shirt's neck. All this in under a minute and I was blown!
I told her that it was a major turn on and I just got hard. She looked down at my growing tent in my jeans and looked back up at me and said, "You know, I've always wanted to suck a guy off in the car while he is driving". I know I heard it, but I just turned to look at her to confirm, while my cock was trying to get more blood supplied to it and get bigger.
Without another word, she leaned across, undid my jeans, fly, and pulled out my cock and looked at it for a second before engulfing it with her warm tongue. Sigh!
I was just happy that we were on the national highway where there were no signals, cops or door-to-door traffic and at 3.45 AM.
She continued to lusciously lick my cock from base to tip, around the shaft and finally taking it in her mouth allowing her warm breath and saliva to do its magic. After a few minutes, she sat upright in the seat and asked me a no-brainer, "Liked it?". A coy smile dangling on her pointed face.
Without bothering to reply, I just extended my free arm over to her, caressed her face, neck, trailed it over her chest, located a nipple and gave it a gentle squeeze. A soft "Ah!" escaped her mouth and I just kept rubbing it for a bit, before trailing further down south, lifting the hem of her frock to feel her pussy. It was bald, closed with just a hint of moistness around the tip and I let me fingers show her some love. Nothing rushed. It was slow caresses, which progressed into gentle rubs and then into an occasional finger dipping inside to flick the clit once I knew where it was.
