19-04-2024, 11:58 PM
Divya’s POV :
That night has been the worst ever most awkward night in my life so far. I can never show my face to Praman again. All he’d think of me is a horny married bitch to bury his cock in. I can’t live with that. I was in a depressed state. Didn’t go to college for few days and the only person I was talking to was my hubby. I was in guilt that I almost cheated on my husband with a guy who’s 6 years younger than me. One day I just took a bath and sat in front of my laptop to do some American stuff and just then I got a mail on outlook that I got an on campus job that I applied to which was in college gym. I never wanted to work Partime as my husband didn’t want me to do so but I needed it for passing time and all my roommates work Partime and I felt left out all this time. I went to the gym the next day and they told me I had to work 8 hours a week split across Tuesday and Friday from 8 pm to midnight 12. I didn’t want to work that late but those were the only spots available. I took them. Since I showed on Tuesday I was asked to work from 8 pm. It was still 7 and there is time and I was roaming around the gym as it was my first time visiting that area of the college. I see white women and white men in minimal clothing. Both men and women are hot and kept themselves in peak physical condition. I never thought they’d wear such kind of clothing. I saw both white and black and even some Indian girls wearing sports bra and shorts and working out in front of 100 men. This is new to me. I could not imagine myself doing that in wildest of my dreams. My eyes got fixated on a guy who I felt recognizable. It was Praman. He gave me an eye contact which made my heart skip a beat. I just walked away from there and observed from far while he was busy working out with a common friend/classmate Aditi. Aditi is closer to Praman from first day of college. Is she the one who’s bra I found in his bed the other day ? He’s touching her wherever he had to and she’s not bothered by anything he does. There is this weird chemistry between them and I found myself water oozing from my mouth watching it. Just like that it was 8 pm and I walked to the front desk. They asked for my size and they don’t have tshirts in my size but have a something which is one size lesser. They said they’d get new shipment before Friday but I have to work in the smaller tshirt that day or I can choose not work. I didn’t want set out an example of myself skipping the first day of work for that reason. I took the tshirt and changed myself. After wearing the tshirt I am shocked to see my boobs are looking even bigger in them as the tshirt is super tight. I decided I cannot wear it and walk around men who are pumped with adrenaline and testosterone but I clocked in already and no I’m helpless. I went in the outfit and got introduced to Raymond (an African American man who’s in his 30s).
Ray : So you must be Divya.
Me : Yes sir. I’m Divya
Ray : Drop the “sir” please. Call me Raymond. My homies say Ray tho.
Me : Sure.
Ray : You know these students. They sweat like hell but don’t wipe the machines after use. All you got to do is get a glove, sanitizer wipes and wipe the tables whenever you find a dirty machine.
Me : Oh. Sure. That’s not bad. I got it.
Ray : So, when you ain’t doing that, just walk around the room and look sexy. That’s all you can do.
I was taken aback by the word “sexy”. No one has ever been direct with me and that too this is our first meeting. Is he a pervert making a remark on my sexuality or is it just a regular expression for him. I just smiled. Raymond is a personal trainer in the gym. He is atleast 3 inches taller than Praman who is already 6 feet and around 7-8 inches taller than me and my husband. Yes, we’re both same height.
I just walked around for the rest of the shift wiping tables. I see teenagers and young students ogling and eye fucking me. I see them stop working out in the middle of their weight sets just get a glance at me in this tight tshirt. I just wanted the shift to be over as soon as possible. At 12, I took a quick face wash and changed back to my regular dress and came out of the gym at 12 20. By the time I arrived everyone have already left. There was just Raymond there.
Raymond : Ah! Looks like you missed the bus.
Me : Oh I didn’t know the bus timings.
Ray : Next time, skip the face wash and come to the stop at 12:15.
The next bus is at 1 am midnight.
Me : oh shit ! I guess I’ll call an Uber.
Ray : Are you serious. I’d leave a chance to help my sexy ass colleague ? No way. I’m dropping you home.
I was again shocked by the shrewd comments he made but didn’t react. I got in his car. We didn’t talk much in the car and he played rap music and was vibing to it.
Ray : You got a boyfriend here?
Me : I’m married. Husband works in New York.
Ray : okay but you still have a boyfriend here ?
I was confused and shocked at the same time and didn’t know what to answer.
Me : No, I don’t have one.
Ray : Ah! Unlucky guys.
I wanted to divert this topic.
Me : I hope they get the tshirts in my size before my next shift.
Ray : whaaat. The one you wore today was just perfect.
Me : But it’s tight and it makes me look bigger.
Ray : That’s the point. I see you “goods” in this. They look gooood.
I gave out an awkward smile. He then dropped me home and I went in.
I slept on the bed and was recalling what all happened today and it’s just too much to handle for one day. I got a text from Praman. “Good to see you at the gym Divya”. It frustrated me. Why does he remember me at that time. Is he masturbating to my name now ? Why don’t he just fuck his girl Aditi or whichever whore. I didn’t reply. I slept off and wake up to a couple of texts. One from my husband with his everyday wake up text and the other was from Ali.
Ali : Hey Divya. Hope you and your friend are all set for today's event.
I completely forgot about the event with all that’s happening in my daily life.
Me : Sure. Yeah I am all set and Praman ain’t coming. He got something else to do today.
Ali : Wow. Guess it’s just us now. Anyway no worries. Will pick you up at 5. West your best saree.
I was excited for the event and found out my best saree with a sleeveless blouse. Ali arrived at my apartment at 5. He was wearing a burgundy suit and he looked good in it like a celebrity. We walked into the event hand in hand and anyone who see us for the first time would think of us as a couple. There are a lot of other hot Indian women in the event but most of the eyes are particularly on me and Ali started introducing me to his friends as a “very close friend”. I see everyone trying to get a glimpse of whatever meat they can in my dress. Then two guys approached towards us. Both are young should be teenagers or early 20s. Then Ali introduced me to them. One of this is Iqbal his nephew and his friend Kumar. Kumar shook hands with me but Iqbal kissed my hands and said you look gorgeous “aunty”. It pissed me off first of all he kissed me and then he addressed me like that as if I’m his uncles wife. I was angry on him. I wanted to use the toilet. There was no ladies toilet but an all gender rest room. I excused myself from Ali and went to the toilet and there was another toilet adjacent which was barricaded by a wooden door. I saw few guys talking there and from their voices I could make out that they are Iqbal and Kumar who are doing weed gummies.
Iqbal : This shit is strong. My head is having a little spin already.
Kumar : Pull yourself together. I’d be a bad name for our families and your uncle Ali if we’re caught doing them in this event.
Iqbal : Do you think I care. Speaking of my uncle. That maal he got today. Bet she’s stronger and tastier than this weed gummies.
Kumar : Exactly my words dude. By her looks she’s from my place Gujju. And yeah she’s a fucking bomb. I love her tits from the cleavage. I wanna sandwich my dick between then and fuck her brains out.
Iqbal : Did you look at her juggling ass. Every step she takes on those high heels, her ass moves all the way from side to side. I’d do her in doggy style.
Kumar : I wanna slap her ass. Make it red hot and eat it.
Iqbal : I bet my old geezer of an uncle is having spread her legs and take his dick every fucking night.
Kumar : I bet dude. I just hope he does like last time. Remember ?
And they laughed about it and left the toilet.
I became breathless listening to their comments. Kids in teenage feel this about me and I don’t know how to react as I felt disgusted by their behavior. But again, what happened last time ? I slowly walked out of the toilet few minutes after they left and there was Ali. Smiling and wrapped his hands around my waist and called me to dance floor.
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That night has been the worst ever most awkward night in my life so far. I can never show my face to Praman again. All he’d think of me is a horny married bitch to bury his cock in. I can’t live with that. I was in a depressed state. Didn’t go to college for few days and the only person I was talking to was my hubby. I was in guilt that I almost cheated on my husband with a guy who’s 6 years younger than me. One day I just took a bath and sat in front of my laptop to do some American stuff and just then I got a mail on outlook that I got an on campus job that I applied to which was in college gym. I never wanted to work Partime as my husband didn’t want me to do so but I needed it for passing time and all my roommates work Partime and I felt left out all this time. I went to the gym the next day and they told me I had to work 8 hours a week split across Tuesday and Friday from 8 pm to midnight 12. I didn’t want to work that late but those were the only spots available. I took them. Since I showed on Tuesday I was asked to work from 8 pm. It was still 7 and there is time and I was roaming around the gym as it was my first time visiting that area of the college. I see white women and white men in minimal clothing. Both men and women are hot and kept themselves in peak physical condition. I never thought they’d wear such kind of clothing. I saw both white and black and even some Indian girls wearing sports bra and shorts and working out in front of 100 men. This is new to me. I could not imagine myself doing that in wildest of my dreams. My eyes got fixated on a guy who I felt recognizable. It was Praman. He gave me an eye contact which made my heart skip a beat. I just walked away from there and observed from far while he was busy working out with a common friend/classmate Aditi. Aditi is closer to Praman from first day of college. Is she the one who’s bra I found in his bed the other day ? He’s touching her wherever he had to and she’s not bothered by anything he does. There is this weird chemistry between them and I found myself water oozing from my mouth watching it. Just like that it was 8 pm and I walked to the front desk. They asked for my size and they don’t have tshirts in my size but have a something which is one size lesser. They said they’d get new shipment before Friday but I have to work in the smaller tshirt that day or I can choose not work. I didn’t want set out an example of myself skipping the first day of work for that reason. I took the tshirt and changed myself. After wearing the tshirt I am shocked to see my boobs are looking even bigger in them as the tshirt is super tight. I decided I cannot wear it and walk around men who are pumped with adrenaline and testosterone but I clocked in already and no I’m helpless. I went in the outfit and got introduced to Raymond (an African American man who’s in his 30s).
Ray : So you must be Divya.
Me : Yes sir. I’m Divya
Ray : Drop the “sir” please. Call me Raymond. My homies say Ray tho.
Me : Sure.
Ray : You know these students. They sweat like hell but don’t wipe the machines after use. All you got to do is get a glove, sanitizer wipes and wipe the tables whenever you find a dirty machine.
Me : Oh. Sure. That’s not bad. I got it.
Ray : So, when you ain’t doing that, just walk around the room and look sexy. That’s all you can do.
I was taken aback by the word “sexy”. No one has ever been direct with me and that too this is our first meeting. Is he a pervert making a remark on my sexuality or is it just a regular expression for him. I just smiled. Raymond is a personal trainer in the gym. He is atleast 3 inches taller than Praman who is already 6 feet and around 7-8 inches taller than me and my husband. Yes, we’re both same height.
I just walked around for the rest of the shift wiping tables. I see teenagers and young students ogling and eye fucking me. I see them stop working out in the middle of their weight sets just get a glance at me in this tight tshirt. I just wanted the shift to be over as soon as possible. At 12, I took a quick face wash and changed back to my regular dress and came out of the gym at 12 20. By the time I arrived everyone have already left. There was just Raymond there.
Raymond : Ah! Looks like you missed the bus.
Me : Oh I didn’t know the bus timings.
Ray : Next time, skip the face wash and come to the stop at 12:15.
The next bus is at 1 am midnight.
Me : oh shit ! I guess I’ll call an Uber.
Ray : Are you serious. I’d leave a chance to help my sexy ass colleague ? No way. I’m dropping you home.
I was again shocked by the shrewd comments he made but didn’t react. I got in his car. We didn’t talk much in the car and he played rap music and was vibing to it.
Ray : You got a boyfriend here?
Me : I’m married. Husband works in New York.
Ray : okay but you still have a boyfriend here ?
I was confused and shocked at the same time and didn’t know what to answer.
Me : No, I don’t have one.
Ray : Ah! Unlucky guys.
I wanted to divert this topic.
Me : I hope they get the tshirts in my size before my next shift.
Ray : whaaat. The one you wore today was just perfect.
Me : But it’s tight and it makes me look bigger.
Ray : That’s the point. I see you “goods” in this. They look gooood.
I gave out an awkward smile. He then dropped me home and I went in.
I slept on the bed and was recalling what all happened today and it’s just too much to handle for one day. I got a text from Praman. “Good to see you at the gym Divya”. It frustrated me. Why does he remember me at that time. Is he masturbating to my name now ? Why don’t he just fuck his girl Aditi or whichever whore. I didn’t reply. I slept off and wake up to a couple of texts. One from my husband with his everyday wake up text and the other was from Ali.
Ali : Hey Divya. Hope you and your friend are all set for today's event.
I completely forgot about the event with all that’s happening in my daily life.
Me : Sure. Yeah I am all set and Praman ain’t coming. He got something else to do today.
Ali : Wow. Guess it’s just us now. Anyway no worries. Will pick you up at 5. West your best saree.
I was excited for the event and found out my best saree with a sleeveless blouse. Ali arrived at my apartment at 5. He was wearing a burgundy suit and he looked good in it like a celebrity. We walked into the event hand in hand and anyone who see us for the first time would think of us as a couple. There are a lot of other hot Indian women in the event but most of the eyes are particularly on me and Ali started introducing me to his friends as a “very close friend”. I see everyone trying to get a glimpse of whatever meat they can in my dress. Then two guys approached towards us. Both are young should be teenagers or early 20s. Then Ali introduced me to them. One of this is Iqbal his nephew and his friend Kumar. Kumar shook hands with me but Iqbal kissed my hands and said you look gorgeous “aunty”. It pissed me off first of all he kissed me and then he addressed me like that as if I’m his uncles wife. I was angry on him. I wanted to use the toilet. There was no ladies toilet but an all gender rest room. I excused myself from Ali and went to the toilet and there was another toilet adjacent which was barricaded by a wooden door. I saw few guys talking there and from their voices I could make out that they are Iqbal and Kumar who are doing weed gummies.
Iqbal : This shit is strong. My head is having a little spin already.
Kumar : Pull yourself together. I’d be a bad name for our families and your uncle Ali if we’re caught doing them in this event.
Iqbal : Do you think I care. Speaking of my uncle. That maal he got today. Bet she’s stronger and tastier than this weed gummies.
Kumar : Exactly my words dude. By her looks she’s from my place Gujju. And yeah she’s a fucking bomb. I love her tits from the cleavage. I wanna sandwich my dick between then and fuck her brains out.
Iqbal : Did you look at her juggling ass. Every step she takes on those high heels, her ass moves all the way from side to side. I’d do her in doggy style.
Kumar : I wanna slap her ass. Make it red hot and eat it.
Iqbal : I bet my old geezer of an uncle is having spread her legs and take his dick every fucking night.
Kumar : I bet dude. I just hope he does like last time. Remember ?
And they laughed about it and left the toilet.
I became breathless listening to their comments. Kids in teenage feel this about me and I don’t know how to react as I felt disgusted by their behavior. But again, what happened last time ? I slowly walked out of the toilet few minutes after they left and there was Ali. Smiling and wrapped his hands around my waist and called me to dance floor.
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Please let me know if I need to change anything. I’m open for suggestions. It would encourage me to write more. Thanks for everyone who comments.
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