California rocks
Hey ISS readers. I have been reading the stories here for a few years now and i believe i have read almost all stories here:) i wanted to post mine too but not a fake one and i really did not have any encounter until this one. This happened a couple of months back and everything is fresh in front of my eyes :) unlike all other stories, this story does not happen in india. This happens in fremont california. First of let me tell you something about myself. I am 5,11”, 32 yrs old , 150 lbs (approx 68 kgs, so i am height weight proportionate). Atletic build, excercise regularly (not to build muscles, but to stay fit). I wont call myself a very handsome but i am a decent looking male. I work in a software company in bay area and usually travel by bart (train system in fremont). Usually the trains run empty here unlike mumbai trains. Not more than 50 ppl travel in one compartmet :) one day as usual i came and sat in the train and i noticed that one indian girl (approx 27-28 yrs old) was sitting diagnoally opposite to me. It’s my nature to stare (or ogle) at beautiful females. I like apni desi skin compared to the white skins :) usually girls look at me once and when they realize that i am staring at them, they dont look back, but today was different. She too kept looking at me every now and then. I got down when my stop came and kept thinking about her. Next day i went at the same time. To my surprise she was there. Previous days episode was repeated :). I did not have courage to go and talk to her. I wanted to talk to her but did not know how. There is one missed connection section on craigslist.com where you put your information and if that person reads (and wants) he/she can get back to you. I put my description and her description and wrote that i am interested in making friends with her. To my surprise i got the response from her. Frankly i wasnt expecting it. Next day i saw her on the station and smiled at her. She too smiled at me. We sat together and started chatting. I got to know that her name is nanda (ofcourse not a real one :)), she was married for 6 yrs and did not have kids, she worked as a part time software engg. I told about me too. This went on for a few days and we became good friends. Our spouses did not about these. One day she told me that next day she was planning to work from home. I told her that even i was planning to do the same, why dont we work together:) she smiled and said ok. She asked me to come after her husband goes to work. I went at 11:00 in the morning. I asked her why she worked from home today. She said that she did not have much work that day and didnt feel like travelling for an hour. We started working (rather chatting with each other :). Suddenly there was a noise down. 5-6 kids were playing there. She went to patio (balcony) and started chatting with those kids. She looked happy while talking to them. When she came back i asked her if she likes kids… She said yes. I asked then why didnt you have your own kids even after 6 yrs of marriage? To this question her happy face suddenly turned into a sad one. I knew i had asked something which i should not have asked. She was still silent. I decided to change the topic. I decided to tell her about my married life. I told her that i am going to tell her which i never shared with anybody, will she keep it to herself? She said yes. I told her that i am not really happy with my married life especially the sex life. Wifey doesnt satisfy me :( she likes to do it only in the dark and only in missionary positions. I havent seen her naked properly in last 5 yrs… There was a silence… I asked her is she really happy with her marriage? To this question she started crying.. I dint know what to do… I went near her and kept my hand on her shoulder to console her.. She put her head on my chest and started crying… I decided to let her cry for sometime and kept patting on her back.. After sometime she stopped crying and shared a few things with me. She was married at the age of 18 and there was a gap of 9 yrs between her and her husband… Her husband was interested in sex but he had the problem of premature ejaculation.. He would come immediately after insertion leaving her unhappy.. He also had less sperm count so the chances of her concieving were less.. I told her that i absolutely can understand her situation and if she wants we both can be happy… She asked how? I told by having nsa kinda discreet relationship… If she doesnt want then we can still be good friends… Again there was a silence… I thought she would throw me out of the house, but to my surprise she kept calm but did not say anything… I thought it is now or never… I put my hands around her shoulders and started putting my lips on her head… She did not resist… I started kissing her on her lips and she started reciprocating :) i couldnt believe my luck… Suddently i realized that i dont have a condom… I asked her if she has one at home.. She said no… I told her that i ll get one soon, meanwhile she can change wear a sari… I had not had any sex with my wife wearing saari as in usa we mostly use western formals… I immediately went out and drove to a nearby store to get a condom.. I came back within 20 mins… I knocked the door… She took couple of mins to open the door and when she opened it was a sight to see… She was wearing a blue saari and black sleevless blouse.. She was looking like a sex godess… I immediately enterd and pushed the door and started kissing her wildly….. Kissing went on for 5-7 mins.. Meanwhile i was exploring rest of her body… She was shivering a lot… Slowly i put my right hand on left boob and that sent a jolt in her body.. She held me tightly… I started squeezing her left boob and slowly put my left hand on her ass… She started moaning.. I lifted her and took her to her bedroom… She was standing started to unwrap her saari..