Hello friends, Md Saif Ahmad here. call it a fiction but Iâm too lazy to write this detailed and would surely say it is a story of a reader. I posted my last story (a real though) some 7 months ago. Till now, I received a lot of compliments for which Iâm really thankful and some comments & abuses for which Iâm really grateful. Read this hot story of a horny girl I went through recently.
One of my readers shared her incident with me and so did I with you with her consent to change just names. So, as stated by her, the story follows. I didnât know about the authentication but I liked the way she elaborated.
Hi, Iâm Sneha(edited) from Delhi, 24years, 5â10, 60kgs. Iâve read one of your stories, âGifted her daughterâ and really loved it. though I expected it to be detailed a bit more, you seem quite defining with loving her, exploring her rather than just being a lusty beast. I donât know if you believe me or not but this is a real incident. not a SEX but a LOVE STORY. Iâd like to share with you & hope youâd post it which happened with me last year during the second half.
Basic about me has been detailed above. I wasnât a studious girl since schooling, did it from a prestigious school of Lodhi estate. I didnât score good but got into a prestigious institution in Faridabad, MRIU. Then, I got my tech degree and recruited at Concentrix by myself and got Honda BR-V from my dad as a present.
I had kissed almost a hundred guys and a few girls in life but still a virgin as advised by my mom with a descriptive reason & explanation. It was during the first 6 months of my job and my love, BR-V that I made long trips with friends & colleagues that I received a call from Pearl Honda, Sec 37 for some major service.
It was this guy Akash(edited) with whom I submitted my vehicle for the last two times for service to which he told me that my vehicle is liable for a major free service within 48 hours as scheduled. I told him that Iâm busy with my work & unable to give my vehicle this time to their driver.
He suggested me for the availability of driver from my home to drop me at the office & proceeded to their workstation. I thought fuck! why didnât I get such an idea is so creative throughout, to which I readily agreed to next dayâs appointment.
To my surprise, the third pick as scheduled for 08:10. I heard my doorbell. I was ready by then & about to ask the guy for so punctual but the moment I opened the door, my first question was, âwho are you? tumara uniform b different hai?â to which he politely smiled and said, âmaâm Iâm your service advisor onlyâ.
âOur only pick & drop executive from Delhi was illâ. Me: â Akash⊠right???â. He: âyes maâm, youâre ready?â. It was some 20-30 minutes ride when we talked pretty formally, financially & friendly, I donât know how he made it but before reaching my office he told my almost exact cost of service, my highs, my lows, my favorites, my disappointments, and basic about himself. I was surprised that he didnât yet ask my personals, just socials, to which he said ki maâm aap zada badey to bilkul nhi hoâŠ(to which I blushed) par ye(BR-V) aaapke dad ne aapki kaabiliyat par hi di haiâŠ
He definitely not just made me blush but also made me feel proud and some good of respecting a female. I was attracted to him that very moment and wanted to kiss but I firmly asked, âitna kaise keh sakte ho tum mere baare me, zada badey toh tum b nhi lag rahe???â to which he laughed and apologized for same, âIâm just 23 beautiful or sab engg. Itne lucky nhi ki respectable job miley.â A silence took over the journey and while dropping, I told him not to worry. Heâs meant for some better, just donât lose an opportunity or meri lovely car ko sahi salamt laana.
In the evening, the moment I stepped out, he just slowed the vehicle in front of my building in his blue uniform looking handsomely exhausted but smiling, donât know why but I just went to him and hugged him tightly. It was the best hug which lasted for few minutes, I felt the best warmth in his arms like the one I use to receive from my father.
He whispered gently in my ears, âSnehaaa, girlllll, shayad tumare office k logon k paas tumhare liye bauhaut saare sawal aane lage hain!â I parted from him when maybe he counting the number of people watching us and kissed his lips. After maybe six months I had a kiss, not a boyfriend waala soft kiss but a pretty rough one, I liked it pretty much.
He was broad-chested, uski body warmth, thoda c sweet masculine sweat ka aroma, his caring & politeness. As he said it was the exact most economic charges provided with some discounts and I was excited. He dropped me & my vehicle home and went to his.
This was the first time ki life me first time maine kisi bandey se uska number maanga, par vo kisi me consider nhi tha. Out of five, I use to call him 4 times to talk to him, bandaa itna busy hone k baad b call pic kar k hamesha chat kar leta.
Finally, one day after a couple of weeks, we planned to meet friends or maybe a date. I better say that. He was wearing no formal but an amazing combination of red full winter wear & cool pairs of denim and as requested by him I had to wear decent and clothes for him as he demanded to travel in public transport to commute.
He came to my home sharply by 07:30 in the evening and for some 40 minutes of travel and few miles of walk, to my surprise, we went to Lodhi, The Garden Restaurant. Freaking shit, school friends or parties k liye b we usually use Khan Market, Habitat, MeharChand market or Sarojini, Iâm here for this fine dine for the first time yaaar, all this was going through my mind when I suddenly noticed that weâre walking with hand in hand and I loved it, guy.
My soft & cute skinny hands in his wide and thoda rough hands. I teased him, âyour hands were really rough since early ya is month ki poori salary aaj mujhpe hi udaaagey. Shit yaaarâ.  He didnât annoy, laughed indeed and said, âYaaar Sneha I know ki tumhari throughout education private rahi hai and your dad would have actually treated you like a princess & Iâd love to spend my decent hard earn to the girl jo down to earth hai, respect decency, polite hai, no matter tumhara past kya tha, future kya hoga, but until the time Iâm with you, I wonât let any stone unturn to make this moment memorable for both of us.â
I kissed him again for saying this right in front before entering and it went on for long, some few minutes I guess. Everyone around us was clapping for us but I was just drowning in his eyes to see a graceful me, a respectful me, which I didnât see in any guyâs eye in my life till then.
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