10-11-2021, 04:22 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-11-2021, 04:23 PM by madiha.agarwal. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
MY lilac panty, which I had worn to the office function. In a second, everything flashed in my mind. It was the guy whom I went to third base with on the bus journey. He left his number on a card before leaving and I ended up taking it. After Neha's narration, I got so aroused and called him but I cut it immediately. Then I masturbated and forgot about it.
Now what does he want? What should I do? I unnecessarily exposed my number to him. It was fun for something to happen out of the blue but now I might get blackmailed for it. I constantly chastised Neha for not being careful, but sometimes I also act like an idiot.
As if he could read the tension of not typing from my side, he added. 'Don't worry. I didn't want to disturb you. I was curious why you called me?'
I didn't know what to say but certainly not the truth. So I typed back.
'Just wanted to check if it's a real number or not'
He replied with a winking smiley. I didn't know what this uncle was trying to convey. Maybe he wasn't good with emoticons yet.
'Truth be told, I was thinking about you all day. Shall we meet tomorrow?' came the next message.
'What for?' I typed back.
'Just want to meet and see how it goes'
'Oh my god, he wants to complete what he started on the bus.' I thought.
'What if I say no?' I replied.
'I have no issues with that. I respect your opinion. I'll delete your number and move on'
I was stunned by his response. I expected some begging or even threats but he just accepted my decision. I started feeling a bit guilty. But then the thoughts of Neha started coming back. What would they think if I tried to do another Facetime? Would they think I'm easier than Neha? I kept the phone and decided to sleep.
I kept fidgeting for the next half hour. I couldn't take out the images of Neha getting double-penetrated. How did that happen? Did Shrek plan it earlier or was it just a coincidence? Did they force her or had she just agreed? Did they give alcohol to make her easy? Is she shocked or actually enjoying it?
Then my train of thoughts moved in another direction. I thought about the bus journey, how he slowly snaked his hands inside my body, unclothed me and gave me an orgasm in a bus with 40 sleeping people. How I bit Neha's pashmina shawl to hide my moans. My hands slipped into my panty and started playing with the devil's harp. I fingered a tune while imagining him on top of me. I hardly even saw his face in the morning so my mental picture only had a penis attached to a body.
I bit my bedsheet when I orgasmed to make sure my parents never heard it from the other room. I could feel my panty fill with wetness. After the warm feeling subsided, I felt even hungrier rather than being satisfied. I needed something inside me, not just rubs. With a heavy sigh, I took the phone and opened Whatsapp and typed a message to the man.
'Hi'
Now what does he want? What should I do? I unnecessarily exposed my number to him. It was fun for something to happen out of the blue but now I might get blackmailed for it. I constantly chastised Neha for not being careful, but sometimes I also act like an idiot.
As if he could read the tension of not typing from my side, he added. 'Don't worry. I didn't want to disturb you. I was curious why you called me?'
I didn't know what to say but certainly not the truth. So I typed back.
'Just wanted to check if it's a real number or not'
He replied with a winking smiley. I didn't know what this uncle was trying to convey. Maybe he wasn't good with emoticons yet.
'Truth be told, I was thinking about you all day. Shall we meet tomorrow?' came the next message.
'What for?' I typed back.
'Just want to meet and see how it goes'
'Oh my god, he wants to complete what he started on the bus.' I thought.
'What if I say no?' I replied.
'I have no issues with that. I respect your opinion. I'll delete your number and move on'
I was stunned by his response. I expected some begging or even threats but he just accepted my decision. I started feeling a bit guilty. But then the thoughts of Neha started coming back. What would they think if I tried to do another Facetime? Would they think I'm easier than Neha? I kept the phone and decided to sleep.
I kept fidgeting for the next half hour. I couldn't take out the images of Neha getting double-penetrated. How did that happen? Did Shrek plan it earlier or was it just a coincidence? Did they force her or had she just agreed? Did they give alcohol to make her easy? Is she shocked or actually enjoying it?
Then my train of thoughts moved in another direction. I thought about the bus journey, how he slowly snaked his hands inside my body, unclothed me and gave me an orgasm in a bus with 40 sleeping people. How I bit Neha's pashmina shawl to hide my moans. My hands slipped into my panty and started playing with the devil's harp. I fingered a tune while imagining him on top of me. I hardly even saw his face in the morning so my mental picture only had a penis attached to a body.
I bit my bedsheet when I orgasmed to make sure my parents never heard it from the other room. I could feel my panty fill with wetness. After the warm feeling subsided, I felt even hungrier rather than being satisfied. I needed something inside me, not just rubs. With a heavy sigh, I took the phone and opened Whatsapp and typed a message to the man.
'Hi'
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