Sex With Anjali In Her Apartment
Hi friends, this Vike back with another sexual encounter. Keep your suggestions, reviews and questions coming at [email protected] It was a hot and humid day, I was sitting in a bus constantly wiping my sweat. I saw a girl getting into the bus. She was wearing a crisp white shirt and a knee length black skirt and her hairs tied in a bun. I was staring at her until I noticed that she was also holding a file in her hands and I thought that there is a possibility we are going for the same job interview. My stop came and I got down from the bus, I saw her getting down as well. I maintained a little distance from her but was just following her to steal a glance of her face. We reached the office and at the reception there were different queues for the applicants, I stood just behind her in the same queue. After 15 minutes her turn came, the receptionist asked her name and she said “Rita” in her soft sweet voice. After completing the formalities were asked to sit and wait for our turn. Since my turn was just after her I sat beside her. She must have had a 32-34-32 figure. After an hour of effort I finally saw her, she had beautiful eyes and a very sweet smile. I was just looking at her when to put her hand forward and said “Hi, I’m Anjali, “Hey, I’m vike” as we shook hands. “Is this your first interview ?” She asked ” Yes !” I nodded my head. “You don’t look nervous!” “Would it help ?” I said “Whats your specialization ?” “Computer Science, Yours ?” “Mine is Electronics,” she said. Suddenly the tension of the whole thing vanished. We started chatting, cracking jokes and some odd laughter received some staring eyes but we hardly bothered. I couldn’t take off my eyes from her smile. She was fun having around. It was lunch time and we were given a 1-hour break. I decided to utilize this time to get to know her more. We went for lunch to a restaurant nearby and we ordered our food. We started discussing our college and studies. She told me how she used to irritate her lecturer and classmates and I was just listening to her. We had our lunch and went back. Her turn for the interview came around 5 and she went in. I realized that I never asked for her number and she may not be here when I come back. I was disheartened but I didn’t want to lose my focus and my turn came. The interviewer was clearly frustrated having interviewed so many people and it really seemed hard to impress him with my answers but I tried my best. My interview continued for more than an hour and all I prayed was it takes longer for Anjali as well. I came out with a small hope to see her but the chair was we sat was empty and I was a little sad. I got into the lift and just when the lift door was about to close I heard “Hey Vike, wait!” I saw Anjali walking fast towards the lift. Immediately I started to press the button to keep the door open. She came rushing. “Who keeps a girl waiting and leaves just like that ?” She said breathing heavily. “I didn’t leave you, I didn’t even know you were waiting” I defended. “Shut up! you idiot, how was your interview ?” “It was not very good, what about yours ?” “Not any better than yours” We came outside the building and were waiting for a taxi but we had no luck finding one. We were standing looking for a taxi, suddenly one taxi came and we both felt relieved but now the question was who will take the taxi. We both started arguing that the other person should take it while the taxi driver was just confused and asking us to make it fast. I asked him to start the meter and opened the door for Anjali. She sat in and also pulled me inside. “We can share the taxi” Anjali suggested I just nodded with saying anything. “Can we share the phone numbers too ?” I asked “9********5” give me a missed call. The driver took a sharp turn and I lost my balance, falling over Anjali. My hands were over her thighs and our face was close enough to feel each other’s warm breath. We were just looking into each other’s eyes and I was confused about what to do next when the driver started honking and I got back. “I am sorry” “It wasn’t your fault,” she said putting her hand on my shoulder. She untied her hairs and let it loose which made her look even more beautiful before I could compliment her house came and she asked the driver to stop. We shook hands and she got down. I was watching her through the rear glass when she waved her phone at me. I knew I might not get the job but I have got the girl. But was it love or my lust was the question? I reached home and texted her “Hey” “Hey” the reply was quicker than I expected “How are you doing ?” “I’m good, how are you?” “Oh. Not so well” “What happened ?” She asked “I met a girl today and I am missing her” I teased her. *oh. Why don’t you talk to her ?” “I am just doing that ;)” We chatted the whole night talking about various stuff with some flirting in between. The following night I decided to call her. “Hey” “Hi” “Busy?” “No, I was just about to take a shower” “Oh do I need to close my eyes ?” “Haha. No” “So you don’t mind me seeing you take a shower?” “See all you can from this phone” “Oh I should have done a video call” “Bad luck” I disconnected the phone without saying anything and video called her.To my surprise, she did receive it. I saw her sitting on the bed with a towel wrapped around her, I could see her shoulders and a little cleavage. She was looking damn hot. “You are opportunist,” she said “It’s your fault, you mentioned the shower thing” “Oh. There is something I didn’t mention” “What?” “I like getting wet before shower” I got excited listening to this and wanted to make the full use of it.