Hypnotizing Bangalore hottie Akshata
Hi, all Indian sex story readers. This is Madhan here. First of all, thanks a lot to all ISS readers for your many likes and valuable feedback on my stories . I am a story writer with many stories published. About Me: I am a Madhan of 28 years of age, 6″ tall, south Indian complexion, broad shoulder, and a normal body with skills of tasting a body erotically. I belong to one of the cleanest cities in India, Mysuru, but currently working in Bangalore (which has all varieties of chicks/aunties). Horny unsatisfied housewives, sexy young baby dolls, and wanna have fun ladies (Bengaluru) can reach me on my Hangout and mail [email protected]. Total anonymity and secrecy are guaranteed. Telegram @msarsstr. Coming to the story, the heroine of this story is Akshata. She came in touch with me through telegram. Akshata is from Mandya and currently works in a multinational company in Bangalore. She was staying in a PG and travelled every weekend to her home. Akshata texted me, showing her interest in having physical fun. She was coming out of a depression. A pretext for her depression. She was deeply in love with her aunt’s son, Rohit. Akshata and Rohit loved each other for more than three years. Rohit was a sweetheart and lovable idiot. Akshata lost her virginity to Rohit. Rohit had an elder brother Prem who also loved Akshata, a one-sided love. She rejected the proposal of the elder brother five years before. Akshata instead was in love with his brother Rohit. Akshata and Rohit hid the love story from Prem. After three years of secrecy, Prem caught Rohit smooching Akshata. He felt envious and frustrated by witnessing the scene. He could not digest it and lost sleep since he madly loved Akshata. He drank too much that night and came home. In the kick of the drink, he lies to his brother Rohit. Prem tells Rohit that Akshata is a slut, and he has fucked her on multiple occasions. He even shows some pics of Akshata from his phone. It was regrettable that Rohit believed his brother. He immediately broke the relationship with Akshata without reasoning. Akshata was shattered, especially knowing why Rohit was breaking off. Akshata decided that Rohit would never be her life partner. Rohit, on the other hand, learned the truth later. He returned to Akshata to continue the love. Akshata was not interested in the relationship anymore. Her decision to break off was easy but forgetting Rohit was challenging. Its been six months since the above incident. Akshata kept herself busy with work. She worked long hours to forget the memories of Rohit. A hard six months have passed. Akshata is 26, and her family has started looking for a marriage alliance. She wanted to have sex. She approached me for physical fun with no strings attached. We decided to meet on Monday at a luxury hotel near Ulsoor lake. We decided not to share any pictures and meet blind. It’s crazy to meet blind with lots of thoughts running, fantasizing about the other person. Akshata asked me about the dress for the meeting. I told her to wear a silky saree if possible. She said, “OK.” I booked the hotel for us. I reached the location at half-past nine in the morning. I checked in half an hour before her arrival. She messaged me at around 10. I walked down to the hotel lobby to pick her up. Wow. Akshata is a pretty girl wearing a pink mask and shy, cajoled eyes. Her deep, powerful twinkling eyes hypnotized me. She caught my stare and blushed in the mask. She was wearing a cream churidar with a bag on her shoulders. I walked to her and asked for the bag, but she said, “It’s OK.” I pushed my hand for a shake and grabbed her small hands briefly. We walked to the lift. The moment was awkward, and hearts raced for both of us. I told her to take off the mask. She opened her mask, and the lift opened on the 7th floor. She smiled, heavens very pretty with dimples on her chubby cheeks. I walked her to the room. We reached the room, and she rested her bag on the table. She then sat on the bed. We were scanning each other by staring through the eyes. She was smiling non-stop, and I enjoyed every bit of the time with her. She had applied a thick deep red lipstick on her full juicy lips. I was staring at her eyes, cheeks, and lips repetitively. She was a gorgeous chick. Let me describe Akshata, around 5 ft in height. She had a slightly duskier skin tone with deep big round eyes. She has chubby cheeks with dimples when she smiles. Her nose was small, and her lips were thick and inviting. A sticker on her forehead and a round silver hoop on her ears. She had medium-sized tender boobs with a fleshy tummy and provoking ass cheeks. She broke the silence by asking, “Shall I change to the saree you asked for?” I asked her, “Have you brought the saree.” She nodded, “Yes, you asked, and I brought the saree in the bag.” She blushed with a big smile and walked away from me. Akshata unzipped the bag, took the saree, and walked to the washroom to change. I opened my bag and took the chocolate and condom packet. I kept them on the side table of the bed. An idea crossed my head. I removed my shirt and pants. I walked to the door of the washroom and knocked. She told me to wait from the inside. I knocked again and continued to knock. She opened the door and peeked, asking me to wait. I stared at her lips lustily. She blushed and was about to close the door. Before the door was shut, I stopped the door with my legs. She laughed with her cheeks turning pink in blush and told me to wait. I again stared at her deep red thick juicy lips. I waited with my leg stopping her from closing the door. She stood with her expressions changing. I love these moments more than the sex. I pulled back my leg, and when she slowly closed the door. Before she could latch, I pushed my way inside the washroom. She was halfway in wearing the saree, and the saree was jumbled below the hips. I grabbed her with my strong hands and hugged her tight.