She had left in the morning because of work. She asked if she could come back later that night. Well, she didn't ask but begged, saying she needed more of my dick. I, of course, couldn't turn her down, especially because I had woken up to a morning blowjob, cumming straight into her throat.
I got ready all alone in the apartment, feeling like I was still in a dream. A girl wanted me? It was wild.
By the time I got to work, the craziness of the previous had mostly left my mind and I toiled away, stocking shelf after shelf and dealing with those shit-talking coeds. Fuck them. At least I lost my virginity.
My shift was eight hours long, leaving me utterly drained by the end of it. As I was walking home, I decided it would be okay to treat myself so I stopped at an Indian restaurant to get some nice, hot curry.
I was seated pretty quickly since the place was essentially empty, save for one couple that was talking excitedly near the door. I was placed in the back, partially behind one of those Japanese screen dividers. Odd decoration but it gave me some privacy which I didn't mind.
I sipped on my water as I waited for someone to come serve me. It took a bit but eventually, someone rounded the corner.
She was crazy hot. Long thick black hair tied together in a terribly cute bun, tits that might have been just a touch bigger than Valeria's, and a flowing black dress that served to hide a delicious ass.
"Hi, welcome to Rajineesh. My name is Aanya and I'll be your waitress for today. Can I get you started with anything?"
She was too beautiful, someone that could rival Valeria. My voice was caught in my throat so I could only shake my head no.
"Water then?"
I nodded dumbly, like I was mute.
"Perfect," she said with a smile and walked off.
A girl like her wouldn't give me the time of day.
I sat alone looking through the menu to see if anything special caught my eye. It wasn't particularly impressive, instead listing mostly food items white people would expect in an Indian restaurant, not necessarily food items an Indian would expect.
I decided to stick with curry, opting for a spicy one. I loved a little spice since it reminded me of home.
The waitress, Aanya, came back carrying a tray of food, probably for the other guests, and a cup of water. The tray was perched precariously on her hand and shoulder, making it rather awkward for her to move. Her tits jiggled invitingly even as she tried to minimize all unnecessary movement.
She walked up to my table and tried to set the glass of water down but found that she couldn't bend down without slightly tipping the tray. I reached out to help by grabbing the glass from her hand and, as I did so, I accidentally brushed my hand against hers. I felt that familiar shock course through our bodies, making her jump slightly. I reacted quickly enough to grab hold of the tray and stabilize while she stared at me, mouth agape.
"Oh my god. That was quite the shock!" She said after she recovered.
"Yea, sorry, it's becoming quite the pernicious little thing."
She laughed. "Do you rub wool socks on a carpet or something?"
Even though she was doing a good job covering it up, I couldn't help but notice that same look in Valeria's eyes. Her cheeks were also a little flustered but she rebounded with a peppy energy.
"I'll come back in a second to get your order. Gotta deliver this first!" And she quickly scampered away.
This shock thing was becoming slightly dangerous. I could have been coated in hot curry sauce if I hadn't reacted fast enough. I slumped down into my chair. I decided to not really think about the effect it had on her, mostly because I didn't want to get my hopes up that today would be a repetition of yesterday. I was, after all, still a loser nerd even though I could shock sexy girls.
She came back after a moment, doing a little twirl like she was dancing to a song in her head or something.
"What can I get you?" She said with quite a bit of energy and a smile that could light up a room.
"C-can I just get a spicy curry," I stuttered.
"Sure thing! Coming right up." She spun around and was gone in a flash.
I pulled out my phone and waited by surfing Reddit. I scrolled mindlessly through memes and advice posts. As I was doing that, I noticed through the kitchen window that Aanya was stealthily checking me out. I pretended not to notice but felt awkward, distinctly aware of how unattractive I looked.
I tried to ignore it by diving back into my phone but she kept sneaking glances my way and it made me start to blush.
She eventually returned with my food and I was unable to meet her gaze, too embarrassed by her attractiveness to even look at her.
"Here you go!" She said cheerily as she set the tray down on the table
"Thanks," I mumbled, hoping she would turn away so I wouldn't have to bear her searching gaze anymore. Yeah, I know, I was a total NEET.
Instead of leaving me to eat my food, I felt her hand grazing my back, only to receive the same shock as before. I spun around and looked at her, this time to see that she was clearly ruffled and hot.
"What the...." she trailed off.
"Uh yea, sorry, like I said, it's a bit of a weird thing I have. Lots of static or something."
Her voice was a whisper. "It makes me feel so good..."
"I'm sorry, what?" I couldn't hear her exactly, or maybe my brain was shutting down as it usually did with hot women.
Then, just like yesterday's experience with Valeria, her lips were suddenly locked onto mine. Her tongue darted into my mouth, lapping up my saliva like she was hungry for it. Her small, dainty hands groped the back of my head and chest, nails lightly scratching me through my thin shirt and, let me tell you, it feels amazing.
I could feel her hand run down my shirt and onto my pants leg. A sudden shock erupted once more and she moaned into my mouth, which is another amazing feeling.
But I was also in a state of shock. A hot and sexy Indian woman making sexual advances on me was not what I expected when I had just planned to get dinner.
Before I knew it, she was in my lap, grinding on me, ass sliding around with a practiced expertise. I was rock hard, this random lady sucking my face in the middle of the restaurant. I probably would have been more worried if it weren't for the Japanese divider that created some privacy. Even then, though, it still felt awkward.
Her breasts pushed against my chest and I couldn't help but get a boner.
"You're so hard," she whispered into my ear as she grinded on me, the lips of her pussy spreading through her thin panty fabric around my clothed dick. She was definitely making a wet spot on my pants.
"What are you doing?" I whispered back, my voice involuntarily filling with anxiety.
She suddenly started to shake and I felt her fingers dig into my back. Her breathy, quiet moans danced across my ear. The grinding didn't stop, instead becoming more intense, longer strokes, harder ones.
Aanya pulled back and her hands drifted up to my face, cupping it tenderly. They were so delicate and soft, a deep creamy chestnut brown. A thumb rubbed my cheek gently. I noticed her eyes were locked on mine and I returned the gaze awkwardly as the intensity of the moment dawned on me.
"I want you to fuck me," she said.
A bit of silence passed. I probably shouldn't have been as shocked as I was given the circumstances and the events of yesterday (she was still sitting in my lap, after all) but, for some reason, it still totally caught me off guard.
"Here?" I asked stupidly.
She pursed her lips, full and dark but didn't answer. Instead, her actions spoke for her. Her hands left my face and trailed downwards until I felt them flitter across the top of my jeans, where pussy and dick met beneath layers of clothing.
Her fingers tugged at the zipper gently and she was somehow able to get it low enough that my dick, still covered by underwear popped up. She stroked it slowly, soothingly, and it popped out of the fly, thick and throbbing.
"There are other people over there," I hissed, motioning with one hand to the divider and the voices that resided beyond it. My heart pounded in my chest at the fear of being discovered. And, I mean, at the thought of fucking this Indian beauty. She did have my dick in her hand.
She leaned her head down carefully, still stroking my hard cock, and whispered into my ear. "Then we'll be quiet."
