This is not a conventional sex story; it is a proper story with some sex in it. This will take its time to build the premise, and I hope you like what you read. This is going to be a multipart series, and as this is my first story here, I will try to improve as we go.
It’s a late-night write, so please pardon some of the mistakes. All names and characters are fictional, but I am not saying anything about the story.
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Hi, my name is Aashray. I’m 28 years old and around 6 feet tall. I am working as a software developer for an MNC. This happened around two years ago, when I was 26 and had been working in Ireland for over a year.
Unlike when I was working in India, the job schedule here is very flexible. When they say ‘9-to-5 job,’ it was 9-to-5. And after 5, no one asks or even wants you to work.
Due to the flexible timing, I was regularly working out after office hours and sometimes playing badminton with some of my colleagues. After working out regularly, I had become somewhat lean and muscular, making me look fairly fit.
As usual, after work, I was walking towards the recreational area where we usually play badminton, and the gym was also in the same place. I saw a girl sitting and waiting for someone to show up to play badminton with her. One court was already full with 4 of them playing. So as soon as I showed up, her face lit up, and she came towards me and introduced herself.
“Hi, my name is Ritika. I joined a few days back.”
“Hi, my name is Aashray.”
“Would you mind playing a match?”
“Sure, but I must warn you. I am pretty (took a pause) bad at almost every game, including this.”
She laughed, and we took our positions to play singles. She was really good and won all the games. I was not that bad; nonetheless, she won.
During the game, I got to know which team she joined and where she was sitting in the office. She also mentioned that she had seen me earlier today with some of my teammates.
I got to know that she came here for higher education to avoid marriage. I asked her age, and she told me she was 24, and her family wanted her to get married when she was 22 as soon as she finished her college.
We ended up playing for almost an hour. She was tired and wanted to rest a bit, and I wanted to hit the gym to do some basic stretching and some core exercises.
“Hey, I need to hit the gym and do some exercises.”
“Now? After playing for an hour?”
“Yeah, I’m used to this… and anyway, I will not be doing much… just a few sets.”
“Yeah, I’m also almost done… may play a match with others here and then leave. Too sweaty right now.”
“Ok… by the way, you can have a shower. We have showers, and they provide us with fresh towels… and there is also a hair dryer, and it’s quite comfortable.” I pointed out where the showers were.
“That’s great!”
I put on some music and went to the gym, and after half an hour, I came out and was going towards the shower room. A few people were still playing badminton at the court, but Ritika was not there. I assumed she had left, as it was just her first day.
Every shower room had two compartments – one is to keep your bags, where there was a mirror, a bench and a dryer. And the other compartment was a transparent glass compartment where the shower head was.
As I entered, I saw all the showers seemed open as none of them had the red occupied sign, which is visible when the door is locked from inside. I opened the first door; it was all misty, which happens after someone takes a hot shower and does not keep the door slightly open.
I kept my bag down and removed my t-shirt. So I was in my white vest (which is very common for an Indian male to wear) and track pants.
While removing my t-shirt, one of my wireless earphones fell down. It had the feature that, if I remove one of the two earphones, the music will stop automatically.
As the earphones fell, I kneeled to pick it up and I froze completely. I could hear a girl’s voice. I slowly started raising my sight, I could see someone moving inside the transparent shower compartment.
It was not clear due to the mist created from the hot water. But as I raised my sight completely, she sprayed some water on the shower door and I saw Ritika. Standing there completely naked.
She saw me kneeling with one earbud in one hand and my mouth partially opened due to shock, and me standing in my vest. We both locked eyes for a moment, and I snapped out of it.
I completely freaked out and literally yelled, “Sorry, sorry, sorry,” picked up the towel, which was on the bench and threw it at her (don’t ask me why, but I just saw a towel and that was the first thing that came to my mind), and rushed towards the door.
In the moment of hurry, I hit my head on the door, then took a second, opened the door, and rushed outside. Outside the shower, there was a bench, so I went and sat there.
I removed my earphones, put them back in the case, and facepalmed my face, nodding. Realized that I left my t-shirt in there, so I took out my shirt from the bag, which I had worn to the office and hurriedly began going away from the shower rooms towards the exit.
I was halfway to the exit when I heard my name. I froze, my heart hammering against my ribs. When she called out a second time, I forced myself to turn around.
To my surprise, her voice didn’t carry the sharp edge of anger I was expecting; she was just peeping out from the shower room door. As I saw her, “I’m so very sorry, I didn’t know you were in there and I didn’t hear anything due to my stupid earphones.”
“I’m not thrilled by what happened, but I need a favour. In all the hurry, you threw the only towel in the room down, and now I cannot use it. Can you pass me another?”
I stood in silence there for a few seconds. And in all the nervousness, instead of going to the next shower room and picking up a towel, I opened my gym bag and started digging.
The gym bag was on my shoulders, and I held it from one corner with my left arm and I was digging with my right arm. I put my ID card down, and my earbuds fell down again when I pulled out the towel and gave it to her.
She looked back at me with a big question mark on her face and didn’t want to argue or say anything, so she just took the towel from me and shut the door hard on my face. I picked up all my stuff and rushed out.
I walked out of the office and was waiting for a bus. The office was quite remote, so there were not many bus options. As per maps, the next bus was in 15 mins. So I had to wait.
While waiting, I started worrying about what would happen if she raised a complaint. I started overthinking every scenario and all possibilities. Between all this, I actually started thinking about what I actually saw.
Ritika was around 5’5” tall and fair-skinned. When I was looking up, I could see her legs a bit with all the mist. Her legs were perfectly smooth; it looked like they had been recently waxed.
And when she sprayed water to see who was there, I actually saw her face and top body naked. She looked absolutely ravishing, with her hair pushed back, water drops still on her face.
Due to the hot water, her eyes were a bit red, and her cheeks had gone a bit pink due to her colour. Her lips were still wet, and she was exhaling from her mouth (I could see fog forming near her mouth on the transparent glass door).
My eyes were following the water, both the water she sprayed on the door and the droplets falling from her body. A water droplet fell right on her left boob. That’s when I noticed that she had a small birthmark on her left boob.
Her nipples were getting erect, mostly as the water stopped, and now it must have gotten a bit chilly. She had perky boobs, mostly a 34B.
I also glanced a bit at her tummy and lower waist; she was fit, not with abs, but a flat stomach. She had an innie navel, and a drop of water was flowing right out downwards, but I couldn’t see more as it was a bit misty.
So right now, I am standing at the bus stop, worried that I might lose my job due to this incident and kind of turned on about the same incident, while having a hard-on, which I am not able to hide as I am wearing loose, comfortable track pants.
It was a very weird and confusing situation for me. Due to my hard-on, I opened my bag and took out my jacket to hold it in my hand and cover my hard-on. While I was removing my jacket from my bag, I saw someone’s steps approaching me.
I quickly took the jacket out and held it in my hands in front of my crotch area as casually as I could. And to my luck, it was Ritika. Her hair was still a bit wet, and she was looking down with her hands extended.
It was my t-shirt that I left back in the shower room. With my left hand still holding the jacket in front of my crotch area, I took the t-shirt from her with my right hand and stuffed it in my bag as the zip was still open.
Meanwhile, the bus arrived. It was a double-decker bus, which is quite common in Ireland. I went in, paid the fare, and rushed towards the top. The bus was empty as it was the first stop on the way back.
I went and took the front seat at the top, which I usually take. I placed my gym bag and my laptop bag on the window seat and sat on the aisle seat. I prefer sitting in the aisle seat as it provides good leg room, and I can stretch my legs as much as I want without bothering anyone in front of me.
As I settled down, I felt someone standing beside me; it was, of course, Ritika. I looked at her with a question mark on my face.
“Are you going to sit on the window seat?”
I just nodded negatively.
“Then remove your stuff. I want to sit there.”
I kept looking at her with a big question mark on my face, as the bus was empty.
“You need help with that?”
“No, no.”
I picked up my bags, placed the gym bag on my thigh and the laptop bag above that and turned to the right to allow her in. She just had her laptop bag. She settled in by keeping her laptop bag on her lap, removing her jacket and making herself comfortable.
While she was passing me, I got this weird scent from her. I am not sure what it was, but it was very intoxicating. It was like the perfume had mixed with the sweat and water, and it was giving a nice, mild fragrance, and I could smell it because she passed close by to get to her seat.
Meanwhile, I kept my gym bag and laptop bag down, in front of me, so that I could sit comfortably. I also took my jacket out, and placed it on my lap, just as a precaution to cover a hard-on I may get.
Meanwhile, my brain started to analyze and over-analyze the situation and kind of concluded that now I am going to get yelled at. I was trying to prepare an apology speech in my head, so that she would not raise any complaints with HR and also forgive me, because it was really fun talking to her.
Also, I felt a good connection and vibe with her. Just when I was almost ready with my speech, I knew I would surely mess it up. I felt she was looking at me. Now I wanted to turn around and say something, but I was quite terrified. As I was gathering up the courage to turn towards her, “I know why you kept your jacket like that on your lap.”
I was actually in the process of turning around when she started speaking, and I literally paused midway. Not really knowing what I needed to say or do. I also realized that I had actually folded my jacket into a small rectangle to just cover the required area. And I called myself an idiot, of course, in my mind.
“I saw you had a hard-on at the bus stop itself.”
It’s like I can hear her, I can understand what she is saying, but I don’t really know what to do with that information, and how to react. From turning sideways, my head was moving down due to the embarrassment.
“And I know that you were thinking about me at that time.”
I straight away looked at her in disbelief. I never expected her to be this direct and say any of this to me. Because we literally met just a few hours ago. We had a great time talking and playing. But I didn’t expect it.
In retrospect, now I think I should have said, “I am so sorry, it was not intentional, it was a mistake from my end. Please forgive me.” But, like an idiot, I chose to remain silent, looking at her in disbelief. Before I could say anything, “Now that you have seen me naked, it’s only fair that I see you naked.”
She looks at me mischievously. For a moment, I felt I was having some kind of wet dream, because it seemed too much like porn to me. But I still did not react. And I kept looking at her, all confused.
“So, when will you send me some pictures?”
“Ahhh, mmmmm.”
“(Mockingly) Ahh, mmm what?”
She continued to look at me and broke into laughter.
“You should look at your face. I’m just messing with you. Relax.”
I fake-smiled at her with all the tension on my face.
“God, you are more shy than a girl. I know this is sexist of me, but you are!”
In all fairness, you don’t want to really say anything in such a situation. You never know what may backfire. It’s mostly better to stay silent. And oh, wasn’t I so glad that I stayed silent. I was still looking forward for a moment, and then looking on the left towards her and giving my fake smile and still not sure what to say.
“Well, say something.”
“Hi!”
Ritika chuckled, rubbed my left shoulder, trying to console me.
“Hiii.”
The conversation went really well; we spoke the entire journey. I apologized, and she told me it was an honest mistake. So, no need to worry, and she should have locked the room after entering. She also said that she was glad that it was me and not someone else, which was weird for me to hear, but I was also enjoying what I was hearing.
I got to know her even better; she continued speaking, and I continued listening. I’m no expert, but there was a lot of hand touching, smiles and flirty exchanges (mostly from her), which gave me the impression she is interested in me.
In between, I glanced at those perfect boobs from the top view I had. She was wearing a top, which was not deep, and I could see nothing inside. But I had already seen them quite recently, so it was still a turn on. In between, she was texting someone; I didn’t see who or what she was texting, as I was distracted elsewhere.
We both were getting off at the same stop, and my dick was still semi-erect. So I kept my jacket where it was and began gathering my stuff (laptop bag and gym bag).
Both of us got off at the stop. I was going to say ‘goodbye’ to her and take the Luas (kind of a tram) to reach home. But as we got off, she rushed off ahead of me and hugged a guy, who seemed to be waiting for her.
I initially thought that they were friends (maybe close friends), but then they kissed. Looking at that, I was completely shocked and didn’t know what to do or say.
Moments back, she was flirting with me, and now she was kissing someone. I felt like a fool, and thought to myself that I had misread things.
I didn’t want to make a fool of myself, so I thought I’d wave ‘bye’ from afar and leave. When I looked at them, I saw her saying something to him and pointing at me.
Then, they both started walking towards me, with him leading the way. Now that can mean a lot of things. I had maybe 2-3 seconds, and my mind went from hi-hello to him wanting to fight with me.
As he came close to me, he went for a handshake and introduced himself.
“Hi, I’m Riyan.”
“Hi, I’m Aashray… nice to meet you.”
He smiled at me and looked at Ritika and whispered something in her ear.
“Hey guys, I need to leave… I’m getting late, I have some work at home.”
Ritika, hearing this, gave her bag and jacket to Riyan and came towards me and hugged me. As she came close to me, the first thing that I felt was that intoxicating fragrance. My God! It’s very hard to describe.
She hugged me really well – not the usual side hugs but a proper hug with her arms around my neck. And due to our height difference, she was on her toes. I could feel her boobs crushing on my chest, as even I didn’t have my jacket on, it was just my t-shirt.
She held me really tight with no gap for even air to pass in between us. And every guy knows that a good hug from the girl you have just seen naked and got fantasies about is surely going to give you a boner. So, of course, that happened to me as well.
This time, things are more confusing. This time, I am having a hard-on; her legs are pushed up against my dick over my pants, and the guy she just kissed is looking at us. It seemed like it was a very weird day for getting hard-ons, and in weird situations.
Every guy can relate to the fact that getting a hard-on anywhere and anytime is very common, and we are quite used to it, but such situations rarely present themselves, and today I had a few. But what happened next was something I never expected. She moved her lips towards my ear and whispered:
“Earlier, you had a hard-on looking at me naked… and I saw you peeking at my boobs on the bus as well. I can feel that your dick loves the feel of it as well.”
While she was saying this, I dropped my gym bag, and I dropped my jacket, which I was holding. What she said next shocked me a lot:
“I’ll be waiting for the day when I can feel you in me… we can’t wait to see what you could do.”
Saying this, she went towards Riyan, collected her bag and jacket, and both of them left. I was stuck there for almost a minute, I think, with a proper hard-on which is visible.
I was thinking, “Are people looking at me? Maybe? I don’t know…”
I was too lost. My mind kept repeating, “Feel me in her?” And “We” can’t wait to see what you could do? Who is “We”? What did I just experience? Or did I even hear it right? What did she whisper to Riyan? Was she texting Riyan earlier on the bus? A lot of questions and no answers with me.
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Thank you for reading.
This is the end of part 1. I hope you guys liked it.
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