It was a breezy night. The electric locomotive of the train darted past me freezing me with the chilly drag. I wondered whether the train will stop at the platform. It did start to slow down and it eventually creaked to a halt.

I was standing in the right compartment. She had said she will be in the B2 compartment which is right before me. She will step out of the compartment in a few seconds and I will see her for the first time. In the yellow light from the mast light, I saw her emerging out of the compartment with a backpack and a handbag.

She did look way better than the photographs I saw of her. Tall, and slender with the right amount of boobs and ass, she was perfect. She recognized me and walked towards me.

“Hi”

“Hi… You look way better than in pictures.”

“I told you I am not photogenic.”

“I did not believe you. It was difficult to imagine you were much more gorgeous and hotter than in the pictures. I have been proven wrong. Come on, let me grab your bag and get a cab.”

She resisted when I tried to take her bag, but eventually, she obliged. I took the bag off her back and sling it across my right shoulder. I took my left hand and wrapped it around her shoulder and pull her forward walking with me towards the exit of the railway station. I pulled out my phone and hailed a cab with Uber. We waited outside the station Ankara escort for the cab to pull up. We were chit-chatting and so comfortable with each other that no one would have guessed we just met for the first time a few minutes ago.

The cab arrived in a couple of minutes. I opened the rear door of the car for her and got in after her. The cab driver confirmed the location and prepared to forward. As soon as the cab started moving, she pulled me by the t-shirt collar and started kissing me. I was taken aback for a split second and got going with the groove. We were frisking in the dark seat of the cab. I occasionally darted my eyes at the driver and I saw that he intermittently took a peek at the action in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

Things were heating up in the back. We were running our hands all over each other, kissing each other fiercely, biting, scratching and what not! While kissing me she got up from her seat, crossed her leg over my lap, and sat down facing me. I grabbed and squeezed her left boob over her top. She let out a faint shriek of pain and pleasure.

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I am a South Indian living in New Delhi, reasonably tall with an athletic figure. I did well with women and generally never had to resort to the online route to meet women. Dating is quite Ankara escort bayan difficult in India, but much less so for me. On top of my good genes, I am a consultant that makes good money. That helps.

It was September, right after I broke up with my girlfriend of nearly two years. I was not at a great place and was feeling quite lonely. I downloaded a chat application that connects users anonymously. How it differs from other app is that you can stay friends with the ones randomly connected.

But I was not feeling up to it and was completely immersed in the app to chat with random women across the world. Interactions on the app were rather uneventful. Some dirty talks here, some sexting there. No one stood out.

I continued this for a couple of months and met a great Indian girl. She’s from Ambala, was an engineering student, and was great fun. Texts were interesting, she looked hot, and we clicked. Eventually, we shared Instagram, and eventually shared numbers. We talked every day about everything under the sun. We wanted to meet each other badly but there’s couple hundred kilometers between us.

A couple of months after we started talking, she got an internship in Mumbai. She let me know and we planned to meet while she travels from Ambala to Mumbai. She will reach Delhi on a Saturday night and leave for Mumbai Escort Ankara in the morning the very next day. This was what landed me on the railway platform on the breezy night.

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Things were so hot and steamy in the cab that I did not realize we reached my apartment. The cab driver stopped and cleared his throat.

“Bhaiyya… We have reached the location.”

That brought us back to our senses. It is a surprise we did not even notice the potholes and bumpy roads of Delhi. We hurriedly got out of the cab and I thanked him. It was past 11 in the night when we reached my apartment building.

I guided her towards the elevator of my apartment building. It was empty as it was late in the night. Once the elevator door closed, I lunged towards her, wrapped my hands around her, and buried my face into her neck. She pushed me back and I was taken aback.

“My train is early in the morning tomorrow. Let’s not do anything anymore. We will have our time later. Let me just freshen up, eat something, and sleep.”

I was horny as hell and wanted to take her right there in the elevator. But I obliged. I used to be much more docile back then. We entered my apartment, took a shower, and ate a couple of roti-sabzi there was at my place. I offered her my bed to sleep in. She resisted but obliged. I would be sleeping on the makeshift bed not too far from her. I turned off the lights and we turned in.

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Note: This is my first attempt at writing down a story. I expect it to be a five-part series. I am open to feedback for this amateur venture.