Gym receptionist
Hey ladies. I’m Bedroom Basher. The story I am about to narrate is my own and true. This is my first story here on ISS and I hope you guys enjoy it. I’m 27, 5’ 9” (180 lbs), and working at a prestigious firm. This incident took place in Bangladesh, my home country. I’m not conceited in anyway, but it has always been the case that wherever I went, there would be a crowd of people attracted to me – sometimes they would do it so much, that I’d be left uncomfortable. I am not gorgeous but I have been called all the names which describe perfection. I am very much self-conscious and as usual with most conscious men, we have to go great depths to maintain our muscular and toned figures. The gym I use to workout in was occupied with the most posh and well mannered international folks. For my first few months, I had a hard time adjusting with the environment there, but eventually, everyone (at the gym) became like family to me. After a year had lapsed since I joined, two girls had been employed as receptionist there. One was around 25 (Rima) and the other 21 (Sheila) (though she looked at least 27). Since both were employees, the gym was at their disposal – and I must mention here they made the very best use out of it by keeping fit and toned. Sheila was around 5’ 7”, 36D-27-34 and could be easily replaced with Priyanka Chopra – almost shared 95 percent of the same facial features with her. I still remember my first encounter with this girl. She was shy and it took a few attempts before we became good formal friends. As time passed, we had almost known each other for a year, and soon, she (had to) quit her part time job (in order to focus on her studies), and I left the gym but we still kept in contact – she would occasionally call me up after midnight just to say ‘Hi’ or something sweet, and I gradually began to spend more and more time with her on the phone. Eventually we realized that there was something which both of us wanted very much, but she was afraid and I was shy (even though I had fucked over a hundred dozen girls by then). We shifted our phone conversations from cell to landline overtime and from there on, the conversations got deeper and longer. It is worth mentioning here that I was frustrated and desperate during that phase (over my ongoing parallel relationship with my girlfriend – we were on the verge of breaking up), and though Sheila knew about her, she never bothered to raise the topic, and I was glad she didn’t. Sheila and I would exchange SMS regularly on cell, which was where I first broke the formal barrier between us. I can’t exactly remember the day but remember the 30 minutes we exchanged our regular SMS – which lead us to bed. On one such SMS occasion, I was so depressed and fed-up over my girlfriend’s recent behavior that I went on to write Sheila, ‘You can tell me everything and anything right now – all you have is just one chance – just tell me straight – are you interested in sex with me?’, to which her reply was an immediate, ‘Yes I do but I am afraid. ’ – and that’s all I needed to know there and then. For a second I could not believe my luck – so many bastards went after this girl from University pimps / Indian & Pakistani Cricketers / one perverted Indian Cricket Commentator (during their tour in Bangladesh) to international businessmen, other employees and politicians, but she had refused them all – and here she accepted my proposal like she had waited for this moment her entire life (LOL). Before we went in bed together, we had several occasions of phone sex – I just wanted to drill the fact that when we meet privately, it would be nothing less than hardcore sex, and I was going to fuck her like a rabbit without mercy with my 6” cock. Now meeting her privately was another painstaking effort. We had to omit all my working and her class days (she studied at a renowned university) in order to schedule a day when she and I would be free – obviously, it had to be Friday (a government and religious holiday all over Bangladesh). Since I was to pick her up and bring her over to my house, I took a long shower on Friday morning, and sprayed all my best perfumes over. I was definitely ready. When I reached her location, I waited near a narrow strip that lead straight to her house. I did not want to get too close – just wanted to play safe both for her and myself. As I waited, for a second, I thought over what was happening to me, as well, the worry that if the people, in my house, come to know about this matter, I would not only lose my girlfriend but my innocent image (LOL) at home. Nonetheless, I was desperate, hurt and broken from my girlfriend’s frequent and violent fights over trivial matters, which somehow got big at the end – I just needed to feel guilty enough to face and forgive her. Suddenly, when all these thoughts brushed through my mind, I saw what I thought was an illusion – Priyanka Chopra look-alike heading straight towards me. When we reached my house, I had to tell her to sit while I have a look around to make sure there was no risk of getting caught in my house. Coast was clear and I immediately took her to my bedroom – made her feel at home by starting with the normal conversations and then, I guess, she could no longer hold her lust – she immediately grabbed me and gave a long passionate kiss on my lips. I started fondling her breasts with my right hand, and while doing so, I used my left hand to rub her pussy making perfect round circles; sometimes indenting my fingers in her pussy over her clothes. She realized the animal awakening within me and helped eliminate delay by taking her clothes off. On the other hand, I was already in my boxers waiting to give her a moment to remember.