Rain-Colored Strangers

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Bangalore was hit by a monsoon shower out of nowhere without any slight hint of warning. In no time, the slight drizzles turned into a huge wall of water. Though I never hated rain, I was frustrated that evening after work.

Office crowds scattered, roads flooded, autos vanished, and bus stops overflowed with damp, irritated people. I had just left work early, hoping to dodge the storm. However, the weather had different ideas.

My bike was under maintenance. Now I stood under a tiny tin-roofed, crowded bus stop, already half-soaked, watching the buses splash by without stopping. As I shook water off my backpack, someone rushed under the shelter beside me.

A girl.

At first, I just heard the frantic sound of an umbrella struggling to close and saw a blur of sea-green cloth. She muttered under her breath as each tug caused her umbrella to bend backwards. “Come on, yaar. You were working five minutes ago,” She said in anger while fighting her umbrella.

I tried to control my laugh, but a small giggle escaped my lips. She looked at me, stopping for a moment. That was when I truly noticed her. And it hit me like the rain had gone silent for a second. Her pastel green kurti was wet just enough to stick to her arms.

She looked simple yet elegant because of its subtle white pattern. A soft jingling sound was produced by her anklet whenever she moved her legs. A few strands of her long, wavy hair softly flowed onto her forehead with tiny water droplets at the tips of its curls.

She looked so beautiful without being overdressed. I immediately got pulled to her large, almond-shaped, shiny eyes. She had a delicate, almost hypnotic figure due to the rain’s slight fading of her kajal. Her lips would curve into an almost-smile when she got frustrated while still trying to be kind.

She lowered her umbrella in one final go and chuckled cockily. She then gave me another look. “Were you not just laughing?”

I blinked. “A little. Your umbrella has a personality.”

Her smile betrayed her as she rolled her eyes. “It’s not personality. It is the mentality.” Rain pounded against the tin roof, and she shifted closer to avoid getting splashed.

She was standing near enough to me that suddenly the small space seemed much warmer. I tried not to stare, but couldn’t help it; there was something about her. Not loud energy.

Just a quiet glow. A charm that actually made me feel as though I were looking at a moment in time I would never forget. She noticed my glance and raised her eyebrows.

“What?”

I coughed. “Nothing. … you look like you belong in the rain.”

She laughed lightly, musically, and completely unfiltered.

“Most people tell me I look like a drenched pigeon in the rain.”

I stuttered, “No, you look like the rain made you softer. I don’t know how to explain.”

She blinked, slightly surprised, but didn’t stop smiling.

“Okay… that’s new.”

“I’m Rahul,” I said smilingly.

“Meera,” she replied with a similar smile.

A gust of wind sent raindrops sideways, soaking us both again.

Meera: (Sighed) Oh, great! This day keeps getting better.

Meera: (frustrated) And I’m supposed to reach a friend’s engagement looking like a respectable human being. But apparently my auto driver decided to abandon me mid-way.

Me: Classic auto-walas, they follow their heart, not the meter. Trust me, you look more than respectable (said with a smile).

Her cheeks warmed, just slightly. Minutes passed. No buses. No autos. Only rain.

Meera: (groaned) If this keeps up, I might swim to the venue.

I laughed and pointed at the tiny tea stall across the road, half-hidden under a tarpaulin sheet.

Me: Plan B, we get chai. At least that way we’ll be wet and happy.

Meera: (Eyes lit up) I think that’s the best thing I’ve heard all day.

We dashed through the rain and squeezed into the stall, huddled under the warm smell of ginger tea and frying pakoras.

Meera: (said between sips) So, what’s your tragic monsoon story?

Me: (shrugged) Missed my office cab. The bike is under maintenance. I lost my umbrella yesterday. And now I’m having chai with a stranger who might disappear after this.

Meera: (Tilted her head) Who says I’ll disappear?

Me: I don’t know, people disappear all the time, especially in Bangalore rains.

Meera: (smiled softly) Maybe I am different.

Outside, rain softened into a fine mist, and her hair began to curl at the ends in the humidity. I was hoping the rain would never stop. When it eventually did, Meera glanced at her phone and sighed.

Meera: I should try catching a cab now.

We walked back toward the road. I hesitated, then said

Me: It’d be nice to… meet again. Preferably when we’re not drenched.

Meera looked at me for a heartbeat too long. She asked for my phone and quickly dialled her number, and handed the phone back to me, she said,

Meera: Here. My number. But call only after the rain stops… for both of us.

Before I was able to say anything, a taxi pulled up, and she jumped inside with one last smile. Standing, I watched the cab until it vanished in the traffic. And then I booked a cab for myself as I didn’t want to wait for the bus or auto anymore.

I was thinking about Meera all the way until I reached my flat. As soon as I reached home, I called her and confirmed if she had reached the engagement venue and got an immediate reply saying.

Meera: Yeah, but my close friend ditched me because of the rain, and now I am in a bad mood. Instead, I should have spent more time in that tea stall.

Me: (winking emoji) You can come back right now and find me waiting for you there.

Meera: Haha. I wish, but can’t leave too. The bride will come to find me to kill.

I then laughed at her response and texted for some time before she got busy with her other friends. Our texts continued after she reached home and picked up pace in no time. Texts turned into calls the very next day, and then we decided to meet again that weekend at some pub.

As I had seen her traditional attire, I was surprised for a moment when she asked if we could spend some time together in a pub with drinks. I was waiting for that moment to meet her again, though we were clinging together all the time on texts and calls.

And when I finally met her on Saturday evening, I just gazed at her in amazement. The girl who was looking simple, beautiful and innocent in a Kurti was in a black transparent strapless mini dress that reached only to the upper thighs.

Her cleavage, smooth skin and thick thighs almost got me an instant boner. If I hadn’t controlled myself, I would have grabbed her right away and kissed her like there’s no tomorrow.

Meera: (giggled) Surprised to see me like this?

Me: (Coming back to my senses) Yeah, I wasn’t ready for this look of yours.

Meera: (laughed) This is the real me, darling. The day you saw me in the rain, you were just lucky enough to witness my rare look.

Me: (Chuckled) You look perfect in both, can’t wait for the wild night (wink)

Meera: I have heard it quite a few times. I guess I am blessed with this body.

Me: (smirk) I guess it’s me who is blessed.

Meera playfully punched my shoulder and held my arm as we entered the pub. The dim, warm lights and light evening music were adding spice to the moment already. We then settled in a corner seat and talked for some time before ordering our drinks. We had a few cocktails and smoked together.

All the time while we were talking, we never took our eyes off each other, even for a moment. We sipped our drinks, taking our time to embrace that moment. As we were taking it slow, it took a couple of LIITs to get us dizzy.

And that’s when we hit the dance floor and danced, sticking to each other like we knew each other for a very long time. She was a pro at grinding her ass and teasing me with her sensual steps.

And at one point, I lost control of her hotness. I grabbed her by her ass. I guess she was expecting that and waiting for that moment. Without wasting a second, when I grabbed her, she immediately got on her toes with a smile and captured my lips with hers.

Anyone could be deceived by that innocent face that I saw in the rain that day. I didn’t even think that an innocent, simple-looking girl would be this wild. Nothing was holding us back when our lips met for the first time; my hands were caressing her ass cheeks as our tongues danced together.

That was one hell of a kiss. We were both so indulged in that kiss that it made us forget our surroundings for a moment. As we parted our lips from a deep, passionate kiss, I noticed her lipstick was now spread all around her lips and mine as well.

We smiled, and then I pulled her again for another deep kiss. I placed my hand in her hair and gently pulled it back, making her moan in my mouth, and squeezed her ass with another hand by pulling her completely on me, crushing her boobs on my chest.

After a few minutes of our heavenly kiss, she broke the kiss and looked right into my eyes-

Meera: (smirk) Let’s take this wildness to my place.

I smiled and kissed her one last time in the crowd, this time a brief one and then dragged her out of the crowd. I held her in my arms and my palms on her ass, continuously squeezing it like a stress ball as she booked the cab.

It didn’t take long for the cab to arrive. We quickly hopped in and continued our steamy make-out after confirming the OTP without bothering about the driver.

I noticed the driver was enjoying the view in the mirror with a smile and didn’t try to question us. For sure, he wasn’t new to that scene.

It didn’t take long for us to reach her place. As we were so busy exploring each other’s bodies, we didn’t even realise we had reached until the driver called on us. It brought us back to our senses for a short amount of time. I paid the driver, and we rushed to the apartment with my hands on her ass all the time.

As soon as we stepped inside the flat, it didn’t even take us a minute to undress each other. As my usual routine, I took my time to enjoy the beauty in front of me with my eyes until satisfaction.

Firm boobs of size 32C, erect dark nipples pointing right at my face, craving for my touch. Without wasting a second, I grabbed both of them in my hands, squeezed and seized them with my mouth. Soft boobs and pointy nipples were so satisfying to suck and bite gently.

After a few minutes of squeezing and munching on her boobs, I then grabbed her ass again and pulled her in for another kiss. This time it was more intense, with more tongue and lip bites. I was experiencing the perfect weekend getaway that night.

Her round, big ass, shaped like a big peach, though it had some stretch marks, was the main attraction of her body. I would never miss out on something like that.

I quickly bent her over onto the couch, got on my knees and squeezed her ass into my mouth, giving it a proper bite mark all over her fair ass. After a few minutes of biting her ass cheeks, I got up, applied some spit on my dick and placed it on her asshole, grabbed her waist, and slowly entered her.

To my surprise, it went in smoothly.

Me: (surprised) Whoa!

Meera slightly turned her head towards me, staying bent over the couch, and said with a smirk-

Meera: Surprised, huh? You aren’t the first person to enter that hole, darling. Every guy I fucked couldn’t resist entering my ass. But yours do feel somewhat tighter.

I chuckled and gave a powerful thrust, entering her butt hole in one go.

Meera: Ah! Go slow, asshole, that isn’t my pussy. But don’t stop, keep going.

I smiled, gripped her waist tighter and continued drilling her asshole with the same intensity despite her crying to go slow.

Meera: (Screaming) Ah! Please go slow, Rahul!

Me: (Chuckled) That’s right, that’s how you should talk, like a good girl.

With that, I reduced my speed a bit and fucked her slowly, though it was tight, it wasn’t as tight as the other butt holes I have fucked.

Meera: (With a pleasured moan) Ahh! Yeah, just like that. Ah! Rahul, this feels so good. Damn… Don’t stop, Ah! Your dick fills up my butthole completely.

She flung her head back, all the way, and kept moaning louder and louder as I drilled her asshole. Her ass was contracting on my dick as I entered her fully. It felt so warm and tight enough to make it feel like it was meant for my dick. It filled her up so perfectly.

With a feeling like that on my dick, I couldn’t last longer and came right in her butt, filling her up with my load. My cum flowed down on her thighs. She then took me to her bedroom, the warm, dim lights of her room were making her look more sexy, with my juices still flowing out of my butt down her thighs.

She then blindfolded me, took my hands behind my back and cuffed them. This was another surprise of that night for me. Usually, it would be me doing that to a girl, but that was the very first time a girl blindfolded me and cuffed my hands behind my back.

Me: (smirked) You do surprise me every time, Meera.

Meera: (Chuckled) Unpredictable as ever.

With that, she pushed me on her bed, got on top of me and sat between my legs, spreading them a bit apart. Her blindfold made me anticipate her moves and touch. She started slowly kissing her way up, starting from my toes to reach my dick after some time.

She gently reached for my balls, caressed them a bit, and kissed the tip of my dick before taking the head of my dick very slowly into her mouth. Blindfold, her teasing was just about perfect, bringing me to the edge in no time.

She observed the tension building up on my dick and stopped for a moment, letting it relax. And then she held the shaft with both her hands, with a gentle thrust, she sucked the tip of my dick.

After repeating the same thing a few times, she then took it all in her mouth and sucked it like a pro. This girl was a true sex angel and a master at everything she does. In no time, she made me cum, and I’m not sure if she swallowed it, but I definitely did hear her gulp.

Meera: Mmm! It tasted good.

Then she came on top of my face and sat on it, placing her pussy right at my mouth, forcing me to lick it without giving me time to breathe. Already, it was dripping wet, and that sour taste of her pussy made me eat it like a hungry dog.

It was hard to breathe that way, but she made sure she gave me a second to gasp for air, then got me back at it.

Meera: (Loud moans) Ahhh yeahhh! Right, just like that. Ahh! Rahul, eat it like it’s your last meal. Damn! Lick it clean, lick every bit of it.

After a few minutes of riding my face, she really did cum a lot and forced me to swallow it.

Meera: Sniff it, Rahul, sniff it like a good dog.

I had never been dominated by a girl before. But it did make me feel great when she took all the charge and did things however she felt like doing. I took a long sniff and felt like I had been drugged by it. And took another long sniff before she shifted down to my dick again.

Meera: Good, you are holding up well, Rahul. Now let me feel you in my pussy.

By saying that, without wasting any time, she took it in her pussy in one swift motion, and it easily slid inside her. Her wet, warm juices and flesh were making me feel awesome around my dick as it slid in.

She then bent towards me and captured my lips with hers for a passionate kiss. She kept moving her ass on top of my dick while kissing me. After a couple of minutes of kissing and grinding her ass with my dick inside her pussy, she took off my blindfold and said-

Meera: (With a smirk) Enjoy this view, baby. Who knows when you will get to see it again?

I saw Meera sitting straight on my dick, slinging her head all the way back. She grabbed both her boobs with her hands and started massaging them while riding my dick slowly at first with loud moans.

Meera: Aah, Rahul! This feels so wonderful, you fill my pussy so good!

She was continuously squeezing her boobs with her head facing the ceiling. Her moans echoed in the room as she was moving up and down on my dick. I could feel every bit of her inner flesh, her warm juices flowing down my shaft as she rode my dick without any break.

She rode me nonstop for minutes and made me cum inside her and didn’t stop even after I came, I could feel my juices flowing out from her pussy onto my dick, balls and thighs.

Meera: Ah! Yes, fill me up. Claim it. Ahhh! (Continued moving up and down) Hold still for a moment, I am about to cum.

After I filled her, she rode me for a few more seconds. As my fluids began to come out of her pussy, I felt it tighten around my dick. Then, with a loud moan, she crashed on my dick and exploded.

Meera: Ah! Fuck, that’s it!

She stayed in that position for a moment until she let out every drop of her juice, faced down to me with a smile-

Meera: Nobody could ever make me cum when I rode them like this. You really did live up to my expectations, Rahul.

By saying that, she bent over me again, with a deep kiss, she slid her hands behind my back and undid the cuff.

Meera: Good job, Rahul! Thank you for making me cum. Now (kissed me again), take the charge, make me yours. Use this body as you wish.

With another deep kiss and biting my lower lip-

Meera:(Smiling with my lip in her teeth) You get to have me as you wish for making me cum and fulfilling my fantasy. Take me, baby.

And that steamed me up for another round with my control now and fucked her in every position I could imagine until the next morning.

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