This story is part of the The Wet T-Shirt – Indian Sex Story series
He pinned me to the wall and held both my hands above my head. My heart had started pounding harder than ever with his face being so close to me. Sensations started flowing through my body as his breath started touching my face.
He kept staring into my eyes without saying a word and I was standing there terrified. I tried freeing my hands from his but he didn’t let me. He held my both hands with his left hand firmly and freed his right hand. Before I could wonder what he is up to, he placed his right hand on my right breast and squeezed it.
It took me an hour that day instead of 20 mins to reach the office because of the heavy rain which had started since early morning. I stepped out of the cab under the shelter of an umbrella and started walking towards the office entrance amidst the downpour. I was wearing black leggings with a sleeveless yellow t-shirt.
As I had almost reached the entrance, a bike coming from inside skid off the slippery road. I would have felt pity for the guy but before I could react, I saw that the tire of the skidding bike was facing itself towards me. I was frightened that the bike would come and hit me but the fate had something else for me that day.
The skidding bike had stopped a couple of feet from me but had triggered a huge splash of water towards me. I saw that splash of water coming towards me and to avoid that, I took a step back. And my foot landed on a small pothole causing an imbalance and toppling me off my feet.
I was able to balance myself causing me to land on the road on my ass instead of falling flat. I was happy that I didn’t fall and hurt myself. I was brought back to the reality by the splash of water from the skidding bike landed on to me.
There I was sitting on the road, the water flowing on the road had already made my leggings wet while the splash of water had wet my t-shirt and my umbrella was lying away from me. I composed myself and stood on my feet again.
I bent over to pick my umbrella when I heard somebody whistle from my back. I turned around and saw two guys enjoying looking at me. As I turned around, their eyes widened as they landed on my breasts.
Did I mention earlier that I was wearing a thong beneath my leggings and a lacy bra without a slip underneath my t-shirt? I don’t know what made me wear those that particular day but it did feel like the dumbest decision, at least at that point.
I tried to cover myself with the umbrella in front of me but the people behind me continued enjoying the outline of my ass while the downpour made me look more naked even with the clothes on. There was no way I was going to work in that attire and put up a show. I had decided to go back home and started walking towards the road.
I kept walking amidst all the eyes upon me, by covering my front with umbrella and my ass with my purse. My eyes were glued to the road when a bike pulled over beside me. I hesitantly lifted my eyes. It was Anish.
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Anish was a good friend of mine from work not only that I had a crush on him. I was too embarrassed to meet him in such condition. He looked embarrassed too as he was having a tough time moving his eyes off my protruding nipples.
Anish looking at my body, sent a splash within. I felt a chill run down my spine.
“Hey Diya, Sorry. It was my bike which caused you to fall on the road. I am really sorry.”
I didn’t care at that point whose bike it was, I just wanted to get a cab home.
“It’s okay Anish. We will talk about it later. I want to get home asap. I will see you tomorrow at the office”, I said and started working away.
“Hey Diya, you won’t get any cabs this way. The roads are all water clogged. If you don’t mind, I’ll drop you home.”
I looked around and saw that there was no cab to be seen anywhere. I looked at Anish and got onto his bike. It wasn’t the first time that I was sitting on Anish’s bike but it felt different that day with both of us completely wet.
With every drop falling on made me wetter and every time Anish applied the brake brought us closer, my body touching his. My mind started churning out all dirty thoughts.
Where will this journey take me with Anish?
Should I invite him inside when he drops me?
Is it okay with us being alone at my house in this condition?
Will my feelings for Anish take over?
What if my husband finds out about this?
To be continued…..