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I’m John, that’s my pen name. I’m 28 years old from Kerala, India, but now residing in Australia. Quick heads-up: don’t ask about the heroine’s details in this story – it’s private.
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One day, another Hinge notification popped up. When I checked, it was a woman named Neha (name changed for privacy concerns), who seems to be living. I thought to match her to see where this takes us, even though she was 8 years older than me.
I messaged her. From then on, the conversations started flowing in. It was casual and real vibes. Once she asked my intention on being on Hinge, I said I’m just figuring out where the vibe takes us. We continued talking for 2 weeks. Really clicked.
To give context, the heroine of the story is in her mid-30s, a divorcee living in Australia. She is shorter than I am. I am 5 ft 7. She should be 5 feet, 3 inches. Her body was chubby. She was fair in colour.
Her breasts and ass are of a size. Her breasts were of a size, not too big but not too small. Her pounding ass literally beautified that body. It was a protruding buttock.
On a Saturday evening, the sun was low in the sky over NSW, making the clouds look like they were on fire. I was standing outside my apartment fixing my sleeves. The air was warm and wet. It smelled like the ocean. My phone was buzzing in my pocket.
It was Neha just asking for my address. Just thinking about her made me feel all warm inside. I did not need to look at my phone to know what she wanted. She had been sending me messages all day. First, she sent me a voice note. She sounded sleepy. Then she sent me a picture of her wrist.
She was wearing bangles. She asked me if I liked them. Like I would ever say no to her. I had been thinking about her all day. I was thinking about how it would feel to have her hands on me. I knew that she was really craving that intimacy which she had been longing for some time.
A big black car pulled up. The window went down. There she was. Neha was smiling at me. “Get in, John,” she said. The way she said my name made me feel funny. I got in the car. It smelled like her. She was wearing a kurti with gold on it. It looked nice on her. Her hair was up. Some of it was falling.
She took my wrist and pulled me close. “Hi,” she said. Her breath was warm on my face. I should have played it cool. I did not. I kissed her. It was not a kiss. She kissed me back. Her tongue was hot. She tasted like tea and mangoes. It was nice.
Her hand was on my leg. It was close to the part of me that was getting hard. I made a noise. She laughed. “You are excited,” she said. I was. I did not say anything. I just nodded. We drove to the beach. We did not talk much. The air was thick with excitement.
We got out of the car and walked on the sand. The waves were crashing against the rocks. Neha took off her shoes. I did the same. We walked together holding hands. She was tracing circles on my hand with her thumb. I was getting more and more excited.
After a while, Neha said, “You are quiet.” I looked at her. The sun was setting behind her. She looked nice. “I am just looking at you, ” I said. Neha gave me a smirk, her eyes dropping to my lips before going up to my face. “Liar,” she said. “You are thinking about how to get me out of this kurta.”
I laughed. I did not say she was wrong. Because she was right. We kept walking until the path got narrower. The cliffs were on one side. The ocean was on the other side. It was really dark. The water was moving around a lot. Neha stopped all of a sudden, her hand holding mine really tight.
“This is it,” she said. “This is the spot.” I turned to face her. The wind was blowing my hair across my face. She reached up and put my hair behind my ear, her fingers touching my jaw. Her touch felt like fire; it was so hot. When she got closer, her body against mine, I lost control.
“I have been thinking about this all day,” I said, my voice sounding rough. “About you, Neha.” Her lips opened a little; she took a breath. My hand found her waist. I pulled her close to me. She could feel how much I wanted her. When she moved her hips a little, I almost lost it.
“John,” she whispered, her nails digging into my shoulders. I put my head down. My mouth found the skin under her ear. I kissed her there, then a little lower. My lips went down her neck, tasting the salt on her skin. She leaned into me, making a sound as my teeth touched her collarbone.
“Neha,” I said, “you feel so good.” She stopped me with a kiss, her hands holding my shirt, pulling me closer. Our teeth hit each other; our breaths mixed. I swallowed the sound she made when my hand went up her side, my thumb touching the underside of her breast.
She felt so soft. When I touched her nipple, it got hard. She stopped kissing me, taking a breath. “People can see us,” she said. She did not let me go. Her hips were still moving against mine.
I groaned, my head against hers. “I do not care if people see us, Neha.”
She laughed, sounding like she was out of breath. Then she looked seriously at my mouth. “Can we hang out for the night?”
I replied, “Let’s go to my place.” She said, “Big time, John.”
Those words made me feel hot, my body reacting to them. I did not need to be told.
The drive back was really hard. Neha’s hand was on my leg, her fingers touching me a little more with each light. It was driving me crazy. By the time we got to my apartment, I was ready to explode.
She turned off the engine, looking at me. Her eyes were dark, like she really wanted me. “Your flatmate is gone, right?” she asked.
I nodded, my voice sounding rough. “He will be gone for two weeks, Neha.”
She smiled, looking really happy. “That is good.”
I barely got the door open before she was over me, her body against mine as she kissed me. Her hands were everywhere, touching my shirt, my chest, my hips. I turned us around, holding her against the door as it closed. My hands were on her butt, lifting her so I could feel her heat.
“Bedroom,” she said, her nails digging into my back.
I growled, my mouth on her neck. “Not yet, Neha. Kitchen first.”
She made a sound as I lifted her onto the counter. Her legs opened up so I could stand between them. The counter was cold. Her skin was hot. I took my mouth off hers, my hands pulling her kurta up. She was wearing a laced bra. Her breasts were really beautiful.
I did not make her wait. I took one of her nipples in my mouth, my tongue moving around it. She leaned into me, her back arching off the counter. “John, that feels so good,” she said.
Her hands were in my hair, holding me to her. I gave attention to one breast, the other. My other hand was on her leggings, unbuttoning them. She lifted her hips, helping me take them off. When I got on my knees, her scent hit me hard. It was warm and musky. It was all hers.
I groaned, my mouth watering. I kissed the inside of her thigh, her skin trembling. “You are already so wet, Neha,” I said. “You are wet for me.”
She made a sound, her fingers tightening in my hair. I hooked my finger under her panties, pulling them aside. The time I touched her with my tongue, she cried out. Her thighs closed around my head. I held her open as I kept going. She tasted good, sweet and salty.
When I put my finger inside her, she clenched around me. I almost lost it there.
“More,” she said, her hips moving against my face. “I need more John.”
I gave it to her with another finger inside her as my tongue worked on her. Her breaths were short and fast, her body getting ready to come. When she did it, it was with a cry, her nails digging into my scalp.
I did not give her time to recover. I stood up my mouth on hers, letting her taste herself. I was fumbling with my belt, trying to get it off. She was helping me with her hands, pulling my jeans down. Her fingers wrapped around my cock. I hissed. It felt so good.
“Condom,” I said, my voice strained.
She shook her head, her lips on my jaw. “I am on the pill, John. I am clean. You?”
I groaned, my hands on her waist. “Yes, I am clean too, Neha.”
That was all she needed to hear. She guided me to her, her legs locking around my hips as I pushed inside. It felt so good, hot and tight. I stilled, my head against hers, trying to control myself.
“Move,” she said, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Fuck me, John. Hard.”
“Oh fuck, John,” she moaned as I kissed down her neck. “I’ve wanted this for a long time.”
I reached under her. Stroked the wetness between her legs. I pushed my fingers inside of her. She gasped. “Oh god, John, that feels so good.”
I couldn’t wait. I inserted myself. Opened up her heart by revealing her. I plunged into it, my tongue exploring each region of hers. She. Wriggled in bliss, her fingers tangled in my hair.
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“Fuck me, John,” she begged. “I need your dick in me.”
I didn’t need to be asked. I thrust into her warm pussy, engulfing me. She gasped as I buried myself inside her. I started moving in and out.
“Oh god, John, you feel so good,” she groaned. “Fuck me harder.”
I obliged, ramming into her as forcefully as possible. I could feel her orgasm starting. I knew I wouldn’t be able to last much longer. I touched my fingers to her clit. Rubbed it, and she was catapulted off. She shouted out my name as she orgasmed, her pussy milking my dick.
I didn’t need to be told. The counter creaked under us as I drove into her with each thrust hard. Her cries filled the kitchen. When she came again, I lost it. I came with a groan, my release spilling inside her as she clung to me. We didn’t stop there.
The couch came next. She was on her hands and knees. I held her hips. Took her from behind. Her butt hit my thighs with each thrust. We spent the rest of the night getting to know each other’s bodies, fucking in every fucking position we could think of.
The shower followed. Steam filled the space. I pinned her against the tile, her breasts pressed to the wall. I pounded into her, her moans echoing off the walls. By the time we collapsed onto my bed, our bodies were slick with sweat. The sheets were tangled around our legs. I thought I’d gone to heaven.
Neha curled into me, her head resting on my chest. Her fingers traced patterns on my skin. “That was…”
I kissed her head, my arm tightening around her. “Not enough.”
She laughed, the sound vibrating against my chest. “Greedy.”
I grinned, my hand sliding down to cup her butt. I pulled her closer. “You have no idea.”
As her breathing evened out, I knew one thing. This was the beginning.
The morning light came through the blinds, cutting across the sheets of my bed. I reached out for Neha’s hip. Found only the cool fabric. I. The sleep receded as the silence settled around me.
The faint clinking of a spoon drifted in from the kitchen, pulling me into the waking world.
I sat up, rubbing my face, and grabbed my jeans. I walked out of the bedroom following the scent of beans.
Neha stood by the counter wearing one of my dress shirts, which hung loosely off her shoulders. Her dark hair was in a knot with a few strands falling over her neck. The gold bangles on her wrist chimed softly.
I moved silently across the floor, coming up behind her. I wrapped my arms around her waist. Buried my face in her neck. She smelled like coffee and vanilla.
“Morning,” I said, pressing a kiss below her ear.
She leaned her head back, a hum vibrating in her throat. “Good morning to you. I hope you don’t mind; I helped myself.”
“Help yourself anytime,” I said, turning her around.
I tilted her chin up. Kissed her lips. It wasn’t the kiss we’d shared the night before, but something else.
Her lips were soft. I deepened the kiss, my hands resting on her butt. When we broke apart, her eyes were dark. Her lips were swollen.
“Coffee,” she said, handing me a mug.
We took the mugs out to the balcony. The Sydney air was crisp. The harbour glittered under the sun. We leaned against the railing, watching the city wake up.
The coffee was strong, a contrast to her taste on my tongue. We didn’t speak much; there was an ease in the silence.
As the caffeine hit my system, I felt electricity building. Every time her arm brushed mine, the heat flared.
She finished her coffee, looked at me, and a playful glint was in her eyes.
“Inside,” I agreed.
We left the mugs on the table. Moved back into the living room. The atmosphere shifted. I pulled her close, my hands finding the hem of my shirt.
I lifted it over her head. Tossed it aside. She was naked in the morning light.
I guided her back to the couch. She sat, her legs parted. I knelt between them, cupping her breasts in my hands.
They were pale and soft. Her dark nipples hardened in the air. I squeezed them together, marvelling at their weight.
“John,” she whispered, her hands tangling in my hair.
I lowered my head, taking one nipple into my mouth. I sucked hard rolling the other between my thumb and forefinger.
I bit down gently, and she gasped, her back arching off the cushions. I worshipped them with my mouth.
I pushed her breasts together, dragging my tongue through the valley. I tasted the salt of her skin.
She was writhing her hips, lifting off the couch. She was desperate for friction.
“Please,” she breathed.
I smiled, beginning to kiss my way down her stomach. I was settled between her thighs.
Her scent was intoxicating. I didn’t tease her; I licked a stripe from her entrance to her clit.
She cried out, her thighs trembling. I wrapped my arms around them, holding her open.
I focused on her clit, circling it with my tongue. I sucked it into my mouth.
I alternated between licks and motions. I listened to the sounds. I slipped two fingers inside her.
“Oh god yes,” she moaned, her fingers gripping my hair hard.
I sucked harder on her clit, pumping my fingers faster. I felt her inner walls clench.
Her breathing turned into gasps. Her body tensed. With a cry, she came, her pussy pulsing around my fingers.
I lapped it all up, prolonging her orgasm. She pushed my head away.
I sat back, wiping my mouth. I grinned at her. She looked wrecked.
“Your turn,” she said, sitting up and pushing me back against the couch.
She undid my jeans, yanking them down. My cock sprang up.
Neha wrapped her hand around the base, squeezing tight. She leaned down.
She spat on the head using her hand to spread the moisture. She took me into her mouth.
I groaned, my head falling back against the cushions.
She took me deep, her tongue swirling around the shaft. The wet sounds filled the room, mixing with my breathing.
Neha’s mouth felt really good. I said, watching her dark hair move up and down.
She looked up at me, her eyes getting watery as she took me all the way in. She gagged a bit but didn’t pull back; instead, she swallowed. The feeling was too much for me.
“I’m going to cum,” I told her, my hips moving up off the couch.
She made a sound around my dick. That sound made me cum. I came, my cum going down her throat. She swallowed all of it using her hand to make sure I was done.
We just stayed there for a moment; the only sound was our breathing. Then she sat up, wiping her mouth with a smile.
“Do you want to take a shower?” she asked.
I said yes, standing up on legs that felt weak, and kicking my jeans off. We walked to the bathroom. I turned the water on, getting it to a hot setting. Neha got in a moment later.
The steam filled the bathroom, making the glass all foggy. I got the body wash, put some on my hands, and started to wash her. My hands moved over her skin, feeling the soap and touching every curve. I turned her around, washing her front, spending time on her breasts, feeling the soap making them slippery.
She took the bottle from me, doing the same, her hands moving over my chest and down to my dick. Even though I just came here, her touch felt good. We got the soap off under the water, the water coming down on us, washing away the sweat and sex.
I pulled her under the water with me, kissing her deeply, tasting the water and us. It was a moment that felt close. No rush, no need to hurry her wet body against mine.
Eventually, the water started to get cold. We turned it off, getting out and drying each other with towels.
As we got dressed, the mood changed from sexy to sad. I put on a shirt. Watched her button her kurta. She fixed her hair, putting it back in a knot; the gold bangles made a sound.
She walked over to me. Put a hand on my chest. “I have to go,” she said.
“I know,” I said, putting my hand on hers. “Night and this morning were amazing.”
She smiled, a smile that reached her eyes. “It was,” she said. “We will do it again, I promise.”
“Soon?” I asked.
“Soon,” she whispered, standing on her toes to kiss me one time. “Another night,” she said.
I walked her to the door, my hand on her back. As she stepped out into the hallway, she turned back, gave me a wave, and then walked towards the elevator. I closed the door. Leaned my head against the wood. The apartment was quiet again.
The air still felt like she, Neha, was there. I knew this was not the end; it was the start of something with Neha.
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