Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

It was way into the wee hours that our party wrapped up, and that too because the pub was closing. All of us, drunk and delirious, stumbled outside to the waiting line of cabs.

"Alright, All! Follow me!" Akash said as he opened the door of a cab.

This was the usual configuration when we shared cabs back from South Mumbai. Kirti would get dropped off first, then me, then Abir, and then Akash last. He paid for the cab and we paid him our shares the next day.

"Sardarji, Lokhandwala." Akash said to the turbaned driver as we got into the cab.

"Dude, how drunk are you? I stay at Lokhandwala. You stay at Oshiwara!" Abir said.

"Yeah man. Sorry, I forgot to tell you. I am going to my cousin's place in Azad Nagar tonight. We're playing squash tomorrow. So you'll be the last stop tonight." Akash said.

As drunk as I was, I detected tone of rehearsed-ness in what Akash said. Or maybe I was reading too much into it. But this new configuration meant that Akash and Kriti would get off first and Abir and I would be alone in the cab after that.



Akash had already kissed me in the lift with me putting up only token resistance and saying "someone might see us". He then had been extremely flirtatious with me all night without any pushback from my side. I suppose he decided to strike while the iron was hot by asking Akash for this favor.

The cab started zooming north through the mostly empty streets of Mumbai. Akash was sitting in the front next to the driver. Three of us were in the back, with Kriti and Abir sitting by the windows and me between them.

"I'm sleepy." I mumbled. I had drunk more than I could ever remember drinking. I had nearly fallen a couple of times while walking out the door.



"Awwww, take a nap." Kriti said, sounding a lot less drunk. She could always hold her liquor a lot better than I could.

I put my head on Kriti's shoulder and dozed off.

I woke up with a start a while later, with the loud sound of my phone beeping. 

"Good morning." Abir squeezed my thigh over my skirt and said.

I looked around and saw that Akash and Kriti were still in the cab. The nap, far from making me feel better, was actually making me feel worse. I had a headache and I felt even more disoriented.



"It was your phone." Kriti helpfully informed me.

I fished the phone out of my purse. It was a text from Rahul.

- Hi hon, hw wz prty?

It always annoyed me that Rahul wrote text messages like a teenager. But now, drunk as a skunk, I felt myself compelled to do the same as the phone's keyboard seemed to swim all over the place.

- Gud. Goin home. Hoz yr day?

There was no reply for a while. My three colleagues were talking in their drunken slurred voices about the contract and speculating who would get promoted to what. I put my head back on Kriti's shoulder and closed my eyes. But I couldn't sleep.

Getting a message from my husband suddenly made the magnitude of what I was contemplating become apparent.

Akash got dropped off at Azad Nagar. I saw him chuckle at Abir and me before walking away, further strengthening my suspicions that he was in on it. Soon we reached Four Bungalow where Kriti lived.

She got out of the cab and hugged me goodbye. And as she was doing so, whispered in my ear,

"Don't rush into anything. Think about Rahul. But if you decide to, have fun."

I nodded. The cab got going again.

Within two minutes, Abir, who had maintained a respectful distance so far, slid over and put his arm around me.

"I've been waiting so long for this!" he said, and lowered his lips onto mine.



Much like earlier in the lift, I was taken aback by how fast he had moved. I was caught in two minds about whether to reciprocate or not. The guilt was still there. But Abir was so passionate that I thought, what the hell. And I put my hands on his shoulders and started kissing him back

When Abir broke the kiss, my eyes fell on the reariew mirror and I saw the driver's eyes in them. He was watching us make out. When he saw me looking at the mirror, he looked away. And suddenly, I felt conscious and pushed Abir away a little.



"What's the matter?" Abir asked, lowering his face again.

"The driver." I whispered.

"Hahaha!" Abir laughed. "Don't be shy of the driver. This is Bombay. He's seen way more happening in the back seat. Am I right, Sardarji? Do you mind if we fool around a little?"

The driver just shrugged.

I still didn't feel too comfortable making out in front of an audience. But I was too drunk to seriously resist. Plus Abir's technique at least so far was quite good. Soon we were kissing again.

After a few seconds, Abir moved his right hand to my left breast and squeezed it over my top and bra. I responded by unbuttoning his top two buttons and feeling his chest hair. Abir saw I was willing, so slipped his hand under my top and to the back. Deftly, he unhooked my bra, and then moved his hands to the front, and felt up my bare boobs.

"Ummmm....lovely tits!"

I was so starved for male contact that everything Abir was doing was turning me on even more with every passing second, and the guilt of the fact that I was cheating got buried deep somewhere.



We were kissing and fondling each other for a couple of minutes as the cab drove towards Lokhandwala. I could feel his erection through his pants pushing against my hip and it seemed quite substantial. After Abir had mauled my tits under my top to his heart's content, he moved his hand sound and put it up my skirt.