It started quietly just messages exchanged in the stillness of night, when the world slowed down and conversations felt a little more honest. He was that corporate guy from my workspace, the one I never thought I’d actually *feel* something for. But somehow, between his nights and my day shifts, we found a rhythm.
Then we met.
At first, it was simple coffee, casual smiles, that soft curiosity of two people figuring each other out. One meeting turned into another, then drinks… again and again, until it became our thing. Laughter that felt effortless, a kind of ease I hadn’t known in a while
In our next meet we hugged, Not the kind you give casually. This one lingered. Ten minutes, maybe more. It wasn’t about time, though. It was about how safe it felt, how naturally I fit there, like something inside me had finally exhaled
By then, I knew what I wanted
I told myself I needed courage, so I let the drinks blur my hesitation. When he pulled me in for another hug, I smiled and made up some excuse about the gear box being in the way. “Can I just sit properly?” I asked, already moving closer before he could answer, And then I was there on his seat, close enough to feel his breath.
We were hugging, but it shifted. That silence. That charged, quiet pause where everything speaks without words. I pulled back just enough to look at him. Our eyes met, and I swear it was like we both already knew.
I smiled, barely breathing I paused, just for a second. “Can I kiss you?”
Consent mattered. But so did that moment.
And when he said yes,it happened.
Slow at first. Then deeper. Warmer. Hungrier in a way I hadn’t expected. It wasn’t rushed, it wasn’t awkward. It was… right. His lips, the way he held me it stayed. I don’t even remember how long it lasted, only how it felt. Like something I’d been missing without knowing.
After that, everything changed.
At least for me.
I found myself thinking about him more than I should. Missing him in quiet moments. Craving his presence… and his lips. It wasn’t just attraction anymore it had weight.
I’d look at him and tell him, almost every time, “You’re so handsome… so gorgeous.” Not because it sounded nice but because, in my eyes, in my world he was💋
The way his eyes softened when he looked at me, the way his smile felt like it was meant only for me.
We couldn’t always meet openly, so we found our own quiet corners. A little cabin café became ours a place where time slowed down and the world stayed outside. We’d sit close, talk in low voices, steal moments that felt too personal to exist anywhere else. Every touch felt intentional, every glance heavy with meaning.
And then came the day that stayed with me the most.
Our recent meet… where we went slightly a bit more intensed!!
I took off my top.. so he could explore my bare skin!! Feel my heart from outside!! Suck my tits and make me moan just for him. He’s soft lips touched my nipples and I forgot to breathe. Gradually his lips and tongue made there way out to my collor bones, my neck nibbling around my ears.. oh my fucking god!! He is just so good. And then he grabbed my legs and made me lie down… swirling his tongue around my tummy and trying to get in. But I stopped I wanted to take charge now. I love his neck… its just Sooo tempting to bite around it! Lick his ear lobes… ufff just love how he gets into the moment. Then we kissed again with more passion and this time I rubbed him from his pants. He was rock hard! Just about to explode… Didnot want that to go wasted so I holded it…. Damn he is… speechless!!
I was really shy to go down on him!!! But then he said with his cute smile and handsome face, its alright if you don’t want too!! I couldn’t fucking resist it and I just sat down and took the monster in… I am not exaggerating but thats the best dick I have ever tasted!!! I loved going in and out with my lips… Had goog gags in between but enjoyed it to the core…. And then it was his turn but I was shy again… but he slipped his fingers inside my pussy and woah!!! The gameplay he had made me sit on him the next moment.
And thats when I found myself swaying on him…
The time was limited but the energy was intensified and bursting… but then hunger came in and we had to stop mid way…!!
We ordered food, just casually, like any other time. But when it arrived, he did something so small… and yet, it meant everything. He took the first bite of every single thing we ordered and gave it to me. Every time.
And before I could even process it, he’d lean in and kiss me.
Again and again.
It wasn’t about the food. It wasn’t about the gesture itself. It was the way he made me feel seen… chosen… like I mattered in that quiet, unspoken way no one had ever shown me before.
I remember sitting there, looking at him, feeling this strange calm settle inside me. No overthinking, no doubts just him, in that moment, being exactly what I didn’t even know I needed.
And maybe that’s what made it so dangerous.
Because somewhere between those kisses, those stolen moments, and those soft, unexpected gestures… and the incomplete SeX
I realized I wasn’t just enjoying him anymore.
I was madly falling