An Afternoon With The Angel Ananya
Staring with me, I am from Chennai. 21 years of age and with brown skin, 5’9’ in height and a 5.5 inch thick cock. I will narrate about how I met to girl how it lead to sex.Let me get into the story with a short intro. After completing my bachelors I had a few days off. I planned not to waste my time and thus decided to join an internship. I decided to move to Chennai and there I joined a company for the internship. I had a great time working in office. Days went by and 4th day of office got over and that evening I was standing in the parking lot to take my bike. At that time I saw a girl walking in the opposite row of the parking lot. I could just see her backside as she was facing the other side and talking to someone on. She was wearing a yellow chudi. Very fair in complexion (milky white complexion), long dark hair, and most of all she had a huge ass, like that of a 30 year old aunty. This figure seemed familiar and I was very curious. So I took my bike and tried to move closer to her. By that time she had taken her Scooty and move towards me. To my surprise it was ANANYA. Yes! She was my classmate in school. I was surprised. She was excited to see me too. We both greeted each other and had a good chat. To my surprise she was also doing her internship for the past 4 months in the same company but in the other department. I had great memories of Ananya in school. She was a traditional Tamil girl who was very fair with a cute face. Eyes were charming and the best was her sharp nose Most of all, she was always referred to as the “BUSTY” girl at school. Even at the age of 15, when other girls were just hitting puberty, she had huge round white boobs which looked like milk factories. Guys used to crave for her. I never expressed my feelings for her openly to anyone. But I to loved to stare at her boob quite often. One small peek at her boob and she would give any guy an instant hard on. When I met her at the parking lot I gave a tiny look at her boob. Nothing had changed and it had got bigger and better. In addition she had a great ass. What a girl she was!! Days went on and I occasionally saw her during lunch hours in the cafeteria. Whenever we met we had a good chat and I never forgot to stare at her white milky boob. This became a daily ritual and I used to flirt with her occasionally. I knew that she loved my flirting. She always had a cute smile in her face. I was getting desperate but I controlled myself. I thought this will just stop with staring at her boobs and never thought I would fuck her. But that day arrived. It was a cloudy day in Chennai and was Onam day too. We didn’t have office that day but instead we had onam celebrations. We were asked to come in traditional onam attires to office for a half a day celebrations. I wore myself a maroon shirt and white dhothi (veshti in Tamil). I reached the office. I met Ananya too and to my surprise she was wearing a white onam saree with a red blouse (yes matching colours). She was amazing. We had our usual chats and by 11 AM I prepared to leave office. I took my bike and was came out of the company and I saw Ananya waiting in the nearby bus stop. Her huge boobs and ass were protruding from her body as she was staring at the road. I stopped. Me: Hey anu what happened? Why are you standing here? Ananya: No nothing, my scooty is at the service station. So will have to travel I bus today. (I knew her house was far away from here. I sensed a chance.) Me: Oh. Then call your dad ask him to pick you up.? Ananya: Didn’t I tell you? My mom and dad have gone to Bangalore to visits my uncle. I am alone at home. No other choice. (My eyes gleamed up. I sensed a real chance.) Me: oh well. Anu! If you don’t mind I can drop you. I don’t have a problem. Ananya: No. Not a problem I’ll manage. Me: No anu. It is getting dark. Seems like it is gonna rain. So no problem. I’ll drop you. Come Ananya: (with a mischievous smile) well if you don’t mind I have no issues. Then Ananya got onto my bike. Since mine was a big bike she had no balance. So she kept her soft hand on my shoulders. Thousand butterflies started to fly in my stomach. I was flying high. I had to go through a series of speed breakers. Ananya’s boobs touched by back a number times. I was the happiest man in the world. As we reached Ananya’s house it started to drizzle heavily. We reached her house. We got wet. I waited outside her house for some time to wait for the rain to stop. The rain seemed to get heavier. I made my move towards the gate. Ananya called me. Ananya: Can’t you wait for some time? Let the rain stop. You can come and sit inside. Me: No issues. I will reach home before rain gets any heavier. Ananya: Now listen to me. I will make you some coffee. You are wet. At least dry yourself. Me: No problem. Anaya: Won’t you listen to me? This was some kind of a signal. So I didn’t utter a word and went in to try my chances. She made me sit in the couch and gave me a towel to dry my hair. I didn’t want to make any move immediately. I wanted to make sure of everything. She went into a room. I could see through the mirror opposite to the room. She was drying her hair. As she reached her hair I could see her creamy white Pulpy hip popping out of the side of the saree. I was admiring her beautiful curls in her pulpy hip. She then slightly moved the pallu of her saree and wiped her neck. I could see her cleavage. This gave me a hard on. I was wearing a dhothi and it was very much visible. I tried to cover up before she came out. Ananya slowly came out of the room and stood opposite to me. I got very tensed. She spoke to me as she was drying her hair. Ananya: What happened to you? Why are you so tensed? Me: nothing. I am feeling hot and stuffy. Ananya: Is that so? Me: Yes (hesitantly) Ananya: Were you looking at something? Me: What? Looking? No? What do you mean? Ananya just gave a stare at my dhothi.