The Quarantine Period
When the corona pandemic was just starting to get serious, I had thought it would be something like bird flu and the quarantine period would be over in a couple of weeks. I decided to stay in the current place instead of going home to my family. In a few days, the situation worsened. Now, even though I wanted to head back home, I was locked in the room. I lived in a 2bhk apartment on the 16th floor in a building with two of my roommates. The roommates had already left. I was gonna leave for a nearby place where my distant relatives lived the next day. I was having evening coffee sitting on the balcony. I put up a story on Instagram about being stuck at the place alone. A while later, I received a text from an unknown person asking if I don’t have anywhere else to go. I checked on the person’s profile. It was a girl named Shweta, and the profile was private. But she looked damn cute in the DP. Her follower count said that she must be quite popular, or beautiful, or both. We had a brief chat after that. I didn’t mention going to my relative’s place. She told me that she saw the story by the location I had mentioned and lived in proximity to my place. That even she was left alone by her roommates, and was stuck at the place. After another brief talk, she asked if she could crash at my place for a few days. It would help us both to get rid of the boredom. I agreed within an instant but replied, “I’ll have a talk with the society members and let you know ASAP.” I knew that society people would never accept the demand of a tenant. I went downstairs and handed 200rs to the watchman to let her in at midnight without anyone knowing. I texted Shweta to come at midnight. She agreed to come at midnight by her moped. I was extremely relieved. As living at any relative’s place can get annoying as fuck; especially when it’s for a long period. I always had weed stacked at my place as all the roomies were weed lovers. I was really excited about having Shweta over. At 12:30, I received a text from her that she’s leaving her place and would take around 20 minutes to reach. I changed into joggers, put on a t-shirt, and went down to receive her. Also, I needed to make sure that no one sees her coming in. A while after waiting downstairs, I saw a girl ride a moped, figuring out which was the building. I waved a hand as an indication, and she drove in. I guided her to my parking space. She was wearing a grey tank top, sky-blue jeans, and sneakers. She had a backpack and was wearing a face-mask and helmet. Her face wasn’t quite visible. She parked the vehicle, and we had a brief talk as we went upstairs. Shweta was really cute. She must be around 4’10”-5′ in height, and her curves were great. Her chest and hips must be around 34, and her waist not more than 26. She had long, silky straight hair. The most impressive part was that she was extremely sweet by nature (at least from her first impression). She freshened up and changed into shorts and another similar white tank top. I was still in my joggers. I thought it might be embarrassing to change into boxers. I showed her the entire house, and she really liked my bedroom. The room had RGB led strips running on the edges of the floor and ceiling. She sat down on the bed. I sat on a bean bag, and we had a brief talk. After a moment, she asked if I smoked weed. And what else could I ask more from my life at the moment! I said yes and stood up to take out my stash box and a bag of weed. But she had already pulled out two joints from her backpack by then. She was really impressed with the stash box and stuff that could last another month. We smoked some joints and ate some ice cream. We were playing some old Bollywood songs. The neon lights reacting to the music were really hitting hard. We did all sorts of crazy stuff, being high like had staring contests, laughed our guts out. I’m generally a person who wants to relax after smoking. But being around Shweta was really fun. After a while of such bullshit, the song changed to a romantic song. We were dancing on the bed on the previous song, me on my knees and Shweta standing. As the romantic song gained momentum, I stood up. I wrapped my hands around her waist starting some erotic fucking during lockdown . We were still swaying in the rhythm of the song, and I gave a quick kiss on her lips. She wrapped her hand around my neck over my shoulders, staring at me with that lustful look. She moved up on her toes, leaning on me, and I kissed her lips again. I could feel her heavy and moist breath and the warmth of her skin. I could taste her as my lips mashed against hers. Our tongues touching each other and twisting together. I moved my hands onto her ass, her soft breasts pressing against me. Our bodies were so close that even the differentiating line didn’t exist anymore, as if our bodies were one. I could smell her fragrance, her sweat, and could feel her warm breath gusting on my face. I don’t know if it was just about Shweta or me being high. But that was the most amazing kiss I ever had. The magical herb had enlightened all of my senses. Shivers ran down me as she gently moved her fingers over my hand, tracing a line from the palm till under the sleeves. I moved my hands, brushing over her hips and onto her ass, squeezing her bums. She gently lifted my t-shirt, and I took it off while she got rid of her tank top. And we resumed back to kissing. She was sliding down her fingers, tracing patterns on my back. While I resumed my same fun. I ran my hand down on her back to under her panties, squeezing her bums. She was caressing my bulge over the joggers, and that was driving me to a horny madness. I pulled her shorts and panties down. She tossed them into the corner of the room with her leg. She inserted her hand into my pants and curled up her fingers around my dick, her thumb rubbing the soft foreskin. I can promise you that the most erotic foreplay you can ever have is after smoking weed.