Nandi-hills ride to Riya’s pussy riding

Nandi-hills ride to Riya's pussy riding
Hi, Madhan here, a passionate erotic writer. Thanks to all my ISS readers for the likes and valuable comments on my previous story, ‘Meaty wife’s Desperation at the Swimming Pool.’ Looking to connect with Pleasure-seeking girls/ladies/couples. Reach me on my hangout/mail [email protected] anonymity and secrecy are guaranteed. Everything began with Riya’s irritation and frustration. It had been around six months since she moved to Bangalore from Delhi. In her five years of work life, these past six months had been her most challenging days. Riya was a pretty, fair-looking girl in her mid-20s. Given her beauty, anyone could guess that she would have a loving boyfriend. She left her boyfriend and hometown for a higher-paying job in Bangalore, hoping for a fresh start. But instead, the pressure only increased with each passing day. Despite her impressive skills, Riya felt overwhelmed by the demands of her new workplace. Her boss’s lingering glances and subtle sexual advances made her very uncomfortable. Also, many colleagues—some even married—looked at her with desire. She had always been accustomed to this desire-filled attention. But in this new environment, it felt stifling rather than flattering. In Delhi, she had the warmth of her family during the weekdays and the companionship of her boyfriend on weekends. Now, the solitude of her apartment echoed with her loneliness. The vibrant city around her only highlighted her isolation. She found herself longing for the connection she once had. As the days turned into weeks, Riya began to explore her bodily feelings in secret. Riya felt a mix of frustration and yearning. She wanted to embrace her desires but was held back by her upbringing. Riya yearned for her delicate boobs to be squeezed and sucked. She wanted her lips to be kissed, her tongue to be sucked dry. It was a delicate dance between who she was and who she wanted to be. With every glance from her boss and every flirtatious comment from colleagues, her internal conflict deepened. Would she continue to suppress her feelings, or was it time to explore the hidden aspects of her identity? Riya invited her boyfriend to Bangalore several times, mainly to fulfil her bodily desires more than her emotional connection. Her boyfriend fulfilled her cravings very passionately with long kisses, hard squeezes, and loud moan-filled bangs. However, it had been three months since his last visit. She hadn’t invited him again after their last time together, where she felt unsatisfied and disconnected. Despite her affection for him, she realized that he wasn’t meeting her huge pussy tearing fuck desires in the way she needed. This realization weighed heavily on her. Her boyfriend felt slightly annoyed by her distant thoughts. But the love never disappeared. They continued to enjoy love talks and a few sex talks over video calls. At Bangalore, some days, she felt like dipping her fiery desires by surrendering her soft body to her boss. Somedays, she thought of surrendering her body to one of her colleagues, Harish. Harish was cute and had always watched her with bulged eyes. Riya knew by her heart that she could have any man she wanted in Bangalore. However, Riya always believed in the ethics of not involving in physical relationships at the workplace. She fulfilled her cravings with some nude video calls with her boyfriend and by keeping herself busy with work. During her boyfriend’s unavailability for her sex talks/dirty video calls, she self-pleasured watching porn and reading erotica online. During one of the long holiday weekends, her boss expected her to work on holidays and wanted results. Riya wanted some relaxation. She thought of a lovely ride with her boyfriend. But he was too far to fulfill her thoughts. She thought at least he could speak to her and soothe her frustration. But right at that moment, her boyfriend was in his native and had limited his talks. That’s the day she texted me. The first few messages were exciting while introducing each other. She needed an anonymous, friendly nature ride. I agreed to a bike ride and suggested Nandi Hills. She again clarified that it would be just a ride, some nice food, and byes, no more. The morning of our ride arrived. The meeting spot was Hebbal and the timing was 05 A.M. Riya was a mix of excitement and nervousness. I was awe-struck, Riya a 5.5 ft tall milky skin beauty. She had a round, chubby-cheeked face with a thin-rimmed glass. A small nose and full, thick, juicy lips. She had a soft curvy body with a perfectly shaped around 36-sized boobs. The round shape of her boobs emanated from her grey-coloured buttoned shirt. Her ass cheeks were spongy, round, and inviting to be squeezed in her tight black chino pants. I controlled my excitement and felt sad about the missed opportunity. She needed only a nice drive, food, and byes no more. “Hey!” she greeted me with a bright smile with the milky white teeth. I could sense a hint of tension behind it. “Hey! Ready for the ride?” I replied, trying to match her energy. I handed her the helmet. She climbed the bike and sat comfortably. She sat with just a hand on my shoulder, keeping her body away from my back. We set off towards Nandi Hills. The cool breeze whipped through us, and for a moment, Riya seemed to forget her worries. She laughed at the thrill of the ride. “Thanks for agreeing to this,” she said, breaking the comfortable silence. “I really needed to get away from everything.” “Anytime,” I replied. “We all need a break sometimes. It’s good to unwind.” The bike picked up pace around 5 kilometres into our ride. I felt a jolt when her soft body pressed onto my chest, especially her round boobs squeezing tight onto my back. “I wanted to hug,” she whispered almost melodically. “Hmmm. Ahhh,” she sighed.

I reduced the pace of my bike and replied, making eye contact with her, “It’s my pleasure. Hold onto me tighter.” I nudged her by moving slightly backwards and said, “Don’t let any air come between us.” Riya smiled, slightly pinching my hips before circling her arms around my waist and pulling me into a tight hug. My half-active dick inside my jean turned thick and hard, trying to poke out. Her body continued to remain squeezed onto me until I stopped near a tender coconut shop. She spoke very comfortably. I flirted with her and joked around. After the coconut drink, we continued our ride into the Nandi hills. As we arrived at Nandi Hills, the view was breathtaking, and we parked the bike to take it all in. Riya slid her hand into mine, her small, cold fingers entwining. We strolled like lovebirds along the ridge of the hills. We found a cosy spot to sit. The world below was shrouded in mist. The sun slowly climbed the horizon, casting a warm, reddish glow across the landscape. I felt a connection building between us. She buried her face against my shoulder, relishing the weather while her fingers remained entwined with mine. The atmosphere felt charged with potential. I noticed Riya stealing glances at me, her expression a mix of curiosity and hesitation. I gently rubbed her hair, enjoying this serene moment together. She opened up about her life in Bangalore—her struggles at work, the loneliness she felt, and the frustrations of a relationship that seemed to be drifting. The more she talked, the more I could sense the weight she carried, the desire to explore her identity and her needs. “I just feel… stuck sometimes,” she confessed, her voice softening. “Like there’s so much more I want to experience, but I don’t know how.” Her honesty struck a chord with me. “It’s okay to feel that way,” I said gently. “Exploring yourself can be a journey. It’s important to understand what you want.” Riya smiled, her eyes reflecting a mixture of hope and uncertainty. Yet, beneath her laughter was an unspoken yearning. I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if she let her guard down. She looked at me, a flicker of vulnerability in her eyes. That’s when I gave the idea, “I feel sad to end our ride like this. If chance is given, I love to kiss your honey lips and would have fucked you madly.” She only smiled and tightened her grip on my hands. The intoxicating aroma of her fragrance wrapped around us like a warm embrace. Upon returning to the parking, before climbing the bike, I said, “I am dying to taste your juicy, full, rosy lips.” She blushed and never replied. We drove to a nearby food corner and finished our breakfast. After breakfast, she gave a green signal, “You can kiss me. But how?” She glanced around the surroundings and put a break to my imagination by saying, “Just a kiss han? Not more than that.” I started the bike, and she climbed behind me. I turned around and told her, “I could not stop myself by just kissing. My dick won’t stop there. It’s better I drop you back.” On the ride back, she kept her body away not hugging for some distance. After the toll, she hugged me and hissed, “You can fuck me. Take me to a nice place and fuck me, Madhan.” She squeezed her body much harder into my back with her words, “Can you fuck and eat me like your stories hard and loud?” I did not answer. She asked again, “Can you Madhan? I will eat your cock till my mouth gags. Take me soon.” That’s when I took a diversion after the airport into the village. I parked the bike in front of a resort in the village. I asked, “Be ready to leak all the juices, Riya.” She teased me, “Oh really, let’s see how well you can fuck me.” Part 2 with the hard drilling soon. Thank you, all ISS readers.