Hey! I hope you are all doing well and are ready to read my story, which happened a year ago. I don’t like to fake or fantasize about something that never happened, and everything I narrate is one hundred percent true.
My name is Dev (name changed, obviously). I am twenty-four. I am a decent-looking guy – five foot ten, and I have a dad bod. My lady in this story is a colleague who worked under me, Akanksha (name changed). She was much older than me. (Yes, I am into older women.) I don’t know how to measure body size exactly, but her body resembles Rashi Khanna’s current figure. She is very pretty, hot, and athletic.
I was born and brought up in Bangalore, and she was from India as well. I would like to keep her details private because I respect her privacy a lot.
So all this started a year ago. I was working in hospitality in one of the northern states in the USA. I was awarded Best Employee because I had just arrived a year ago and was already on top of everything. Because of that, I used to train many people even though I had been there only a year. Working at the hotel, I met many women and talked to them, but I never made a move.
Rewinding my first twenty-three years of life: I had made out with a few people, which I might discuss in private or maybe upload later. During those times, when I was making out with people, they used to say that I could go ahead and take things further, but I was always scared. I was inexperienced and worried about things like pregnancy, so I never had the courage to go further. I would usually stop after kissing, oral, or other things.
Coming back to the story…
After a year, my manager suddenly told me, “Hey Dev, tomorrow there will be a new colleague joining you. You might have to train her, and it might be easier because she is Indian too.”
I was a bit upset because sometimes Indians in the USA who have lived there longer don’t really help other Indians who have recently arrived. Because of that perception, I mostly kept to myself and focused on work.
The next day, I was using the washroom, and when I returned, I saw someone at the desk wearing a suit and looking very professional. That was her.
We greeted each other, and one of my colleagues said that I should train her. I was busy, but my manager insisted as well, so I told her to observe me that day and ask if she had any questions.
Everything went fine that day. Over the next few days, I started properly training her, and after a week, she was already very good at the job. I honestly didn’t expect her to pick things up so quickly. Because of that, my manager started scheduling us for shifts together.
Then, our conversations slowly moved from professional topics to personal ones: where she studied, what she wanted to do next, and things like that.
After another week, we became quite close. I was happy because I finally found someone I could talk to and gossip with. We shared similar experiences about growing up in India and how society sometimes judges people. She also talked about how difficult it was for her as a girl in India and the lack of freedom she felt at times.
All these conversations were normal until one day, when she asked about my past relationships.
I told her that I had three ex-girlfriends and that two of them cheated on me. The first relationship was serious, and even our parents knew about it. The other two were complicated.
She asked if I had much experience in relationships or intimacy. I told her that I had made out with two of my exes a few times but never went further because I was nervous and inexperienced.
She laughed and said that in today’s era, it might be difficult to find relationships that move slowly like that.
Then I asked about her past. She told me she had one ex who was very toxic. She was in a relationship with him for several years. They had been physically involved, but she said many times she wasn’t really interested and sometimes felt pressured by him. After that relationship ended, she took several years to move on and didn’t feel interested in dating again for a long time.
Gradually, day by day, our conversations started including jokes and flirting. I would make playful comments, and she would laugh at them. Eventually, she started responding positively to the flirting, and we became more comfortable around each other.
One day, while I was showing her how to manage inventory, I took her to the storeroom where there were no cameras. I closed the door and stood close to her, but I didn’t do anything. I just stood near her and looked at her.
She said, “Dev, what are you doing? What if someone comes?”
I told her there was no CCTV there and that I wouldn’t do anything unless she wanted it too. We stood there for a moment with that tension between us, and then we went back to work.
Later, she told me that moment made her heart race, but she was also scared someone might see us.
After that, the playful tension between us kept increasing.
One day, she told me she had the next day off and asked if I would like to join her for dinner. I foolishly said I had a morning shift the next day and couldn’t come. When I got home later, I realized that I might have misunderstood the invitation.
A few days later, she had another day off. I casually mentioned that I didn’t know what to cook for dinner. She said she had already cooked something.
Then she said, “Why don’t you come over to my place? I made some extra food.”
This time, I immediately said ‘yes.’
And that is where things started to change between us.
As soon as we reached her place, she was reheating the food. We ate a little and were talking casually when she suddenly said, “Let me show you my room.”
We went into her room and continued talking for a bit. Out of nowhere, I moved closer to her lips again and was breathing heavily. I didn’t kiss her immediately.
She looked at me and said, “If these lips go dry tonight, I will…”
Before she could finish, I pulled her closer and kissed her. The kiss turned passionate, and we kept kissing for almost fifteen minutes. She was completely into it.
Finally, she whispered, “I can’t wait anymore. Let’s cut to the chase.”
She removed her top. Soon, we both undressed. I started kissing and leaving hickeys across her body. The perfume she wore that night was Gucci Flora, and that scent is something I still can’t forget.
When she removed her panties, I instantly went down on her, sucking all the juice. I spent a long time there, and after a while, she said, “First put it in. We have the whole night. Later, you can do whatever you want.”
I made sure she was trembling before moving up again. When I was about to enter, I told her to guide me. She smirked and said, “Don’t worry. Don’t hesitate. Don’t panic. Just put it in.”
Guys, if it had been a normal day, I probably would have cried. More than her own pleasure, she wanted to make sure my experience was the best. She knew I was nervous, but she said, “It’s your night. Just feel it and enjoy.” When I finally entered her, it felt incredibly tight. People say heaven is somewhere else, but in that moment, it felt like heaven was right there.
For the next several minutes, the room was filled with our breathing and her soft moans. Then she climbed on top of me and started moving, and the moment felt unbelievable.
After some time, I was about to finish, and she moved down again. That night stayed in my mind for a long time. I decided that one day, I would become even better and make her feel the same intensity she made me feel.
In the days that followed, we spent more time together and became friends with benefits. We agreed that neither of us would fall for each other and that things would stay simple between us. I have kept many conversations and details private because she asked me to.
Later, I had experiences with two other women as well, both older than me. Those stories might be shared another time.
But Akanksha was the one who taught me everything.
Now we have both moved back to India. She returned to her city, and whenever she comes to Bangalore, we still meet. It has happened twice already.
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