Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

The distance to the lift was barely 30 feet. But the way I was feeling, it looked like a mile. The lift door seemed to be swaying side to side. I focused on it with all my concentration and then took a couple of steps resolutely. Suddenly, the lift door was replace by a glimpse of the sky. Only one star was visible. Why was there a star where the lift door should be?

"Memsaab, are you okay?" I felt two strong hands grab me and pull me upwards.

"Hey sardarji! How are you?" I giggled and said as his bearded and turbaned face interrupted my view of the sky.

He grabbed me by my arms and pulled me up. My knees buckled and if he wasn't holding me up, I'd have collapsed again.

"Memsaab, is there anyone at home who can take you upstairs?" is what I think he said.

I stared at him, barely registering his question. I vacantly looked into his eyes.

"Memsaab?"

"No one. I am all alone. Poor Huma is all alone." I sang.

"What floor do you live on?" he sighed and started leading me towards the elevator.

"Eight....five six seven eight!"

"What? Which one?"

"Eight! Five six seven eight! You remember that song? My boot scootin baby is drrrrrriiiving me....ULKKXXXX"

It came out of nowhere. Just a few feet away from the lift door, I puked. A lot of the beer and tequila mixed with french fries came gushing out and sprayed the driver's shirt and my top. He clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"I'm so sorry.....I'm so sorry...." I started apologizing.

"Don't worry about it." he gruffly said. The muttered something to himself in Punjabi.

"I will buy your shirt....no...I will buy you a new shirt....and pants.....and a new taxi!"

"Okay."

Soon I found myself in the lift, propped against the wall. He hit 8.

With my hands, I tried to wipe the puke off my neck and arms. I also rubbed my top when I felt something move.

"My braaaaa, sardarji!"

"What?"

"That asshole unhooked my bra. And I forgot to hook it back!"

He just looked away.

I reached behind my back and tried to hook it over the fabric of my top. But if I was too drunk to stand still, I was certainly too drunk to manage something that complicated.

"Have you noticed you hardly see any stars in Bombay?"

"Hmmm."



"But you are my star. My hero!" I threw my arms around his big burly body.

"Memsaab, please, control yourself."

The lift stopped at the 8th floor. Now that I had puked out so much of the booze, I was able to walk a lot better. I walked saying towards my door and reached into my purse for the keys.

"Okay memsaab, take care." he turned around to get back in the lift.

"Nooooooooo! NONONO! Come with me!"

"Shhhhhh!" he said and walked towards me.

"I have to give you shirt money. Shirt. And money."

After several attempts, I managed to get the key in the lock and open the door. The driver warily followed me inside.

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"Wait here!" I instructed him and went to my bedroom. I took off my puke covered top and the bra. I put on a t-shirt that I often slept in. I then rummaged in my drawer until I found enough cash.

The big guy was standing nervously right inside the door. As I walked out, I saw that my puke had messed up most of his shirt and was also in his beard.

"Wash up." I said.

"What?"

"The bathroom is right there. Wash up. In fact, give me your shirt and I'll wash it."

"It's okay."

"I can't let my hero go out stinking of puke. I insist!" And I marched up to him.

He walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. I heard the sound of running water. A few seconds later, the door opened again and he held out his shirt. I walked to the washing machine and threw it inside.

He walked out, wearing his under-vest and trousers. He was a hairy dude! His chest and arms were covered in thick hair. He looked at me, and then looked away.

"Memsaab, you are safe in your home. I really need to go."

"First take your money." I held out the bunch of notes. It was roughly three thousand rupees.

"Memsaab, this is way too much."

"Nonsense, you're my hero!"

I walked to him and put the cash in his hands. He stuffed it in his pocket and started walking to the door.

"WAIT!"



He turned around.

"Your shirt. It's be don e in about half an hour."

"It's okay. You can leave it with the watchman later. I have to get back to my shift."

"Come with me. I'll give you one of my husband's shirts!"

I said and walked into the bedroom. He reluctantly followed me and stood a respectable distance away.

In the closet, I found a nice black shirt and handed it to him. He tried putting it on. But he couldn't even get both his arms in the sleeves. He smiled and put the shirt down.

"What was I thinking?" I giggled. "My husband is like a string bean compared to you."

"It's okay memsaab."

"You have a really broad chest don't you?" I raised my hand and scratched the tuft of hair peeking out from his vest. "And broad arms too."

He shuffled uncomfortably, pushing my hand away. I stepped close to him. I could smell his musky sweat. I could feel the heat radiating off his massive torso. I could almost hear his quickened heartbeat and see that he was nervous and excited.

"I could feel your hard body and your solid muscles when you were helping me up here." I rubbed his bare hairy triceps with both my hands.

"Memsaab, please. Don't....." he grabbed my wrists, held them in front of his chest and looked into my eyes. Deep into my eyes.

"Don't what?"

"Don't...............................tempt me."

I shook my wrists free of his grip. And I came to my senses for a second. What the hell was I doing? Had I just been seriously hitting on this driver? What had happened to me? Was it just alcohol? Or was it something else? He was a big yummy specimen of masculinity. All the flirting and foreplay from Abir had gotten my engine running after almost a year of forced celibacy. My husband had still not responded to my last text. I was feeling more intoxicated by his brutish presence than by the alcohol remaining in my system. What was I doing? What did I want? Did I really want to......



"Memsaab." he interrupted my reverie.

"Hmm?"

"Exactly how drunk are you?"

I looked up at his bearded face and into his dark brown eyes. His question made a volcano of words and thoughts bubble up inside my head. I waded through that molten mess and picked my words carefully.

"Not.....so....drunk...that I'll accuse you of something horrible after sobering up."

I turned around and walked to the bed. Sat on it, put my hands on the bed behind me and looked at him.

He stared at me fiercely. Looked at me up and down for probably the first time that night. His eyes started at my feet, moved up to examine my shins and calves peeking out from under my skirt. Then up to my chest where his eyes lingered on my bra-less boobs and my erect nipples poking through the t-shirt. Then up to my face and into my eyes. He looked at his watch, then back at my face.

"Oh what the hell....." he said and strode towards the bed.

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I smiled and pulled my t-shirt off, making my boobs swing naked and free. He put one knee on the bed, bent down and grabbed my left tit with his big right hand and my hair with his left hand. He pushed me down on my back, getting on top of me as his hand mauled my tits. The metallic bracelet in his hand rubbed against my boobs. I pulled his face close to mine and kissed him, his beard rubbing against my skin, his hot breath against my nose. He kissed me sloppily but passionately. Not as skilled as Abir, but manageable. He put one arm under my back and I rested on it as his other hand kept working on my tits.



I reached down with my right hand and felt his crotch. There was a healthy bulge there. I tried to unbutton his pants, but I couldn't manage to do it with one hand. After my fourth or fifth futile attempt, he let out a small laugh, reached down and did it himself. I put my hands down his pants, and felt a nice thick dick in there. He was ready.

I broke the kiss and said,

"Do it."

"Huh?"

"Enough with the kissing and fondling. I have been waiting too long. Fuck me." I said that in a raspy hungry voice of a woman in heat.