Greetings to all the horny and passionate readers of this site. Patrick, this side from Gurgaon, with a horny dick and a passionate smut writer and reader working in the IT industry.
Here is the narration –
The whole COVID thing had me messed up. I had some problems, and my friends suggested that I needed a therapist to talk to. I signed up for sessions online because going to an office felt too strange. It was easier to take the calls from my home. That’s how I met Anamika.
But the real story starts before the therapy. After the worst of the pandemic, a friend in Jaipur asked me to visit. I flew down to deliver some things she needed and planned to stay a week. While I was there, she took me to a cultural and literary event, and in that, there was a particular workshop for psychology.
That’s where I first saw Anamika. She was on stage, running the event. She was sharp, commanding, and honestly, very good-looking. My friend introduced us later. We talked, and right away, I felt I could tell her anything. I told her about the mess I was dealing with.
She didn’t judge me. She just listened, and we instantly connected. I flew home the next day. But that feeling of connection didn’t leave me. When I looked for a therapist in my city, I found that Anamika worked remotely. It felt like a sign. I knew it was risky because we had met socially, but I had to talk to her.
I couldn’t imagine talking to anyone else. For two months, we had sessions. She was helping me sort out my life. The professional rules were technically in place, but they were thin. She was attractive, three years older. She knew every single detail of my worst moments.
I learned simple things about her, her mom, and her recent breakup. It felt like a close friendship, even though it was supposed to be professional. I never thought about her sexually. She was my therapist.
Three years older than me, Anamika was lovely; nevertheless, our professional connection prevented me from even thinking of her as a potential date or sexual companion. It completely never came to me. Not until one evening a few weeks ago.
I ran across her at a birthday celebration for what proved to be a mutual friend. Rahul sent me a text on a Wednesday night. “Hey Patrick! Friday marks my cousin’s bachelorette party. It’s close to my girlfriend’s home at the resort. Should you need the address, text me.”
I was eager to run into Rahul and all the pals I had not seen since pre-Covid. I answered straightaway. “Yeah, I recall Shreya’s place! I will be present!” I met Shreya and Rahul, then with a few additional buddies I had not seen since before the epidemic.
Most of them had paired off with their girlfriends, so we were having a great evening. I went to the restroom after around an hour, but when I came back out, I saw her. She wore a yellow floral sundress, and her wavy brown hair was down.
She appeared so different with her hair up in a bun and a button-down shirt. She normally wore it during our video calls, so I did not know her right away. Drinking a glass of crimson wine, Anamika was standing at the entrance chatting with Rahul and Shreya.
I was not surprised, but I was not aware of sharing any friends. Most of my friends and I had at least middle school, growing up in our city. I avoided them. Rather, I went out onto the back deck, grabbed yet another Gin and Tonic. I talked with my buddies and their girlfriends.
Anamika had come out to the deck around the moment the sun was setting after a while. She came over to me after filling her glass of wine.
“Hi, Patrick,” she said politely. She looked uncomfortable, I could see.
I replied with a broad grin, “Hey!” to reassure her that it was OK and she should not feel bad. I asked, “What are you doing here?”
“Shreya and I share certain courses at our gym. I had no idea you knew them.”
“Oh yeah, years of friendship between Rahul and me. Haven’t seen them since Covid, though.”
She added, “Well, it’s nice to see you! I’ll be nearby. Should you not want to be one, avoid becoming a stranger.”
She then left with her curly ginger hair bobbing. Her legs were incredibly lean and dark. Her dress was somewhat on the shorter side. I saw her thighs for a minute. That was the first time I had ever seen beneath her shoulders, I think. On her 5’2” frame, she was slender and sculpted all over.
Her skin shone darkly and warmly. Her breasts were medium, and the fluid cut of her dress made it difficult to determine specifically what was happening underneath there.
“Dammit,” I thought. I had no idea that Anamika was hot. This might make things weird. I started to get increasingly irritated with those telling me about their lady friends and trying to fix me up as the evening went on. At ten o’clock, one more gin was ready for home.
Talking near the doorway, Rahul, Anamika, and I joined them, still sipping wine. She was almost certainly drunk. Perhaps at this stage, just totally drunk.
“Are you going, Patrick?” she questioned.
“I was planning to head home soon, yeah,” I remarked.
“Patrick?” Rahul chimed in. “Nobody calls you Patrick. You two know one another?”
“Yeah, she’s my…I started, but she spoke faster than I could.
“New friend,” she interrupted. “We met earlier,” she said, raising a ‘please don’t tell him’ look.
After a little conversation, Rahul backed off without any more questioning. He thought he was sensing a mood between us, I guess. Perhaps he really was, or perhaps he was one of the many individuals here suddenly interested in my dating life.
“You didn’t come talk to me,” she said bluntly after we had some space.
I answered gently, “I didn’t want to bother you. I thought you wouldn’t want a client ruining your Friday night pleasure.” She said, swinging around and gazing straight at my eyes, “You should have spoken to me…”
I jokingly said back, “I doubt my insurance will pay this one.”
She laughed like, really laughed. After that, she polished off her wine glass.
“I will return momentarily. Don’t leave yet,” she said. Then she swung around, and I detected a smell of her. Chanel perfume permeated her scent. It sparked my interest. Though I had never considered it, Anamika was currently looking beautiful and seemed to be flirting with me.
I was unsure about its appropriateness. Though I knew it most likely was not, I still waited for her near the doorway. She reappeared five minutes later, holding a new glass of wine. She was smiling across the room all the way. Straight to me, I saw her go across the little throng.
We discussed the state of her automobile. We started laughing and were at ease with each other after a time. We then parted our own ways around the party, wishing goodbyes as it became obvious Shreya wished all these individuals out of her home.
Anamika had opened the Uber app on her phone to request a ride. I approached to provide her with one. I didn’t then understand how totally unsuitable that could have been. She immediately said yes. I assisted her into my sedan. As I was heading to the driver’s side, I spotted Rahul thumbing me up.
Inside, I chuckled a little bit, still not sure where the evening was going. As we drove, we spoke, and she began yawning. She enquired whether we might stop at Brew to get a late-night latte so she could start her wine buzz. That was acceptable to me; we entered the store joking and laughing like old buddies.
She snatched my receipt while standing at the ordering computers. She smiled and said, “Yours is on me.” I wanted to object, but she hushed me and rested her hand on my chest. Her touching me didn’t register with me. Though it was my first actual meeting with her, I immediately felt quite at ease with her.
We still had almost complete iced coffees when we arrived at her place a few minutes later. She was seated in the passenger’s seat about 10:30, her legs tight and her skirt raised a touch on the leather. I really caught it. Though I tried not to look, I saw. She looked so calm, her free hand resting in her hair.
She eventually raised the million-dollar issue, and we gulped our refreshments. Anamika stated as she looked me in the eyes, a serious but kind semi-smile, “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable about tonight. I am grateful for your friendliness and assistance getting home.”
I said, “No concerns,” as I averted her glance. I was quite anxious.
“Do you want to come in and talk some more?” she inquired.
I hesitated not at all. “Yes”
We entered her flat. Being in her living room seemed odd. From the background of our regular sessions, I could see into her workspace, where everything looked familiar. She pointed me to the sofa, then sat on the far end. It seemed like we both were treating things very civilly and decently.
She was considerably sobering up, so I started to loosen my guard. With no one else around, I felt free to admit how familiar we were and just felt rather relaxed. Her and how things with her ex had ended mostly consumed our conversation.
She said she wanted to settle down. He was not yet ready for kids or a relationship. They were travelling to different sites. I left for her bathroom and realised we had been conversing for nearly two hours. She was on the sofa with her phone.
Her sundress had climbed her legs, and the very edge of her black blue panties could be seen. For a brief moment, I glanced around. I couldn’t prevent myself. She sat cross-legged in the centre of the couch when she realised I was back. She patted me to sit back down beside her.
Our coffee orders had vanished. It was growing very late. I understood I ought to go, but I hadn’t enjoyed spending time with a woman like this in years.
“She laughed. Shreya texted to ensure I got home okay.
“What did you say to her?” I asked.
“That so far you were the ideal gentleman.” She chuckled.
Speaking of being the ideal gentleman, I ought to go back.” Rising from the couch, I stared downward at her.
She glanced at me with a pouting face. Though I had no idea what had taken over her, we were quickly overcoming several obstacles. I believed this might already have gone too far, but I knew that if I didn’t halt it, things would possibly cross a border. I believe she can sense my ideas.
“Patrick… Patrick. With that pout on her lips, she looked up at me and advised, “I think you need to find another therapist.”
“That would really make me sad,” I remarked to her.
She enquired, “You know why, right?”
“Why?” I said. I knew what I wished the answer to be, but I wasn’t certain if the line we passed just then was beneficial or negative. Just a second of confusion.
“Because I want this to happen,” she said gently. She rose and inclined me. Our kisses were gentle. Her hand sat over my chest. Chanel, wine, and coffee smelled. A few seconds seemed like ages. She broke away, searching for an answer, looking at me. I paused to consider.
“Are you drunk?” I asked. She shook her head no. “Are you sure about this?” I asked. She shook her head yes and smiled sweetly. “I’m firing you.” I decided.
She smiled bigger. We said, “Kiss.” The passion was rising then when our lips began to touch. God knows how long we made out like adolescents and stumbled back onto the couch. I ran my hand across her shoulders and clavicles as things got more severe. Her skin felt hot to my touch.
She began fiddling with the hem of my button-down before she grabbed it away. For the first time in many minutes, I pulled a strap of her sundress down and stepped away from her. Then I dove into kissing her shoulders, her clavicle, her neck. Things were quickly heating up.
To an unpleasant degree, my cock was hardening inside my trousers. Her hands were roving under my t-shirt. Her whimper caught my ear.
“Bedroom?” she mumbled.
To ensure she knew what was going to happen, I parted and faced her. She didn’t allow me to hesitate for very long. She pushed me back so that I was lying against the arm of the couch. Her fingertips playing with my button and zipper, she climbed on top of me and kissed me.
Her hand was in my trousers pretty fast. Her delicate, warm touch encircled my dick, and she gripped it just firmly. Anamika gave me a look, then stopped kissing me. Her eyes were burning. That was extremely damn hot. She began her nervous plunge along my body.
In those few seconds, there was great expectancy. Closed my eyes, and I could feel her pulling down my boxers and jeans. My cock burst out and stood straight. She caressed it softly a few times and lightly kissed it. Then I blinked open and saw her open her mouth and gently draw my length in past her lips.
It was heaven. Heaven is warm, fluffy, and damp. She swirled her tongue around it and slowly bounced up and down. I groaned and clutched her dense curly hair. She worked my cock so enthusiastically.
“Oh God, Anamika, you’re so good,” I grunted. She replied by bringing more of my cock into her throat. I tried to pull back as I heard and saw her gagging, but she pushed onward. As she caressed my cock, she pulled off and turned to look up at me, teary-eyed.
“Patrick, I want you to feel excellent. Anamika remarked, pushing every one of my buttons: “Use my mouth however you desire.” She went back to sucking me, and I pumped into her mouth, softly at first, then with more force until I was fucking her face.
Gagging and slumping, she grabbed it with hands clutching my thighs. Her spit covered me, and sheer ecstasy was her lips slipping on my shaft. Came I. She swallowed my entire load and never stopped sucking. She did not appear to be bothered at all by my cumming in her mouth.
She gasped and panted as she finally removed her lips from my dick. Her eyes seemed to me brimming with passion. She climbed back up and wrapped herself in my arms. Her scent made me horny throughout yet again. I began to explore my hands under her skirt and massage her pussy across her panties.
She murmured into my ear, “Mmmm.” “Not tonight, babe. She mumbled, “I am spent.” We drifted off together, cuddled on her partially on top of me.
I hope you enjoyed my story. I’m from around Delhi. For feedback, you can hit me up at [email protected] or via Google chat.