The Long Ride

Arjun had never believed in love at first sight, but something about the girl at the bus stop had him questioning everything. Her petite frame, the soft roundness of her face, her pointed chin—all of it captivated him. He’d first seen her two weeks ago, and since then, his routine had revolved around her schedule.

Every evening, he ensured he was at the stop on time, hoping for a chance to sit beside her. But the bus was always crowded, and despite his best efforts, the seat beside her was always taken. Still, he savored those brief glimpses, the curve of her lips as she read a book or the way she absentmindedly hummed along to her music.

One day, the weather took a turn. The rain came down in sheets, soaking everyone to the bone. Arjun arrived at the stop, drenched, his shirt clinging uncomfortably to his skin. And there she was, standing under a feeble shelter, her black top and short skirt plastered to her body. Her wet hair clung to her neck, and she shivered slightly, crossing her arms to keep warm.

The bus finally arrived, and Arjun made a point of sitting beside her this time. He offered her the seat with a polite smile, pretending the decision was casual.

“Thank you,” she murmured, her voice barely audible over the rain.

He noticed her trembling and couldn’t ignore it. “You’re shivering. Here, take this,” he said, shrugging off his jacket and handing it to her.

She hesitated, her eyes flickering to his face. “I’m okay. Really.”

“Please, I insist,” he said, his tone gentle but firm.

She finally took the jacket, draping it over her shoulders. Arjun tried to look away, but the sight of her top—clinging to her skin, revealing the faint outline of her nipples—made his heart race. He felt a surge of heat, but he quickly pushed the thought aside, determined to respect her comfort.

The bus crawled through traffic, the rain causing delays that would stretch the journey to hours. Arjun decided to break the silence.

“I’m Arjun,” he said, offering a warm smile. “I’m a chef, by the way.”

She turned to him, her interest piqued. “A chef? That’s interesting. What kind of food do you cook?”

“Everything,” he said with a small chuckle. “I love exploring regional cuisines, understanding the history and culture behind every dish. Cooking isn’t just a job for me; it’s a way of connecting with people.”

Her eyes lit up. “That’s beautiful. I’ve always admired chefs—their creativity and the way they bring joy through food.”

He smiled, encouraged by her words. “And you? What do you do?”

“I work for an NGO,” she said, her voice soft but steady. “We focus on women’s empowerment—helping them find education, jobs, and independence.”

“That’s amazing,” Arjun said sincerely. “It must be rewarding, knowing you’re making a difference.”

She nodded. “It is. But it can be challenging too. Sometimes, the problems feel so big, like we’re just scratching the surface.”

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, each discovering how much they had in common. She listened intently as he spoke about his passion for cooking, and he admired her dedication to her cause.

In between, Arjun couldn’t help but notice the way raindrops trickled down her smooth thighs, gliding to her calves. He quickly averted his gaze, focusing instead on her words, her laughter, and the way her eyes lit up when she spoke passionately.

After what felt like an eternity, he cleared his throat. “You know, this ride is taking forever. If you’re comfortable, maybe we could get down somewhere and grab a coffee instead?”

She looked at him, a hint of surprise in her eyes. Then, she smiled—a smile that reached her eyes and made his heart skip a beat. “That sounds nice. I’d like that.”

The rain had eased into a gentle drizzle as Arjun and the girl stepped off the bus. “This way,” he said, gesturing towards a nearby café. But before crossing the road, he reached out his hand. “Hold on, it’s slippery.”

She hesitated briefly, then placed her hand in his. His touch was warm and firm, his fingers wrapping around hers with just the right amount of pressure. As they crossed, she felt a subtle spark travel up her arm, leaving a tingling sensation that made her heart race. His cologne—a blend of citrus and musk—floated around them, intoxicating in its subtlety.

Inside the café, the air was cozy and welcoming, filled with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee. They found a corner table, away from the bustle. The warm lighting reflected off the rain-dappled windows, creating a cocoon of intimacy.

“What will you have?” Arjun asked, his voice soft yet steady.

“A cappuccino,” she replied, brushing a strand of damp hair behind her ear.

He nodded and placed their order, his eyes lingering on her face for a moment longer than necessary. When he returned with their drinks, she noticed the care with which he carried the tray—a trait she found endearing.

As they sipped their coffee, the air between them grew warmer, charged with unspoken tension. Her wet top clung to her body, the neckline dipping slightly to reveal a hint of cleavage. Arjun tried to keep his eyes on her face, but they betrayed him, flickering downward for the briefest of moments.

She noticed, of course. And to her surprise, she didn’t mind. In fact, a small part of her wanted him to look. She adjusted her top slightly, a subconscious movement—or perhaps deliberate—allowing the fabric to fall more naturally over her skin.

The heat of the coffee mixed with the unseasonal humidity, and a faint blush crept up her cheeks. Her nipples, still erect from the cold rain, pressed against the damp fabric of her top. She saw his gaze flicker again, lingering for a split second longer this time.

Their eyes met, and she held his gaze, her lips curling into the faintest smile. The atmosphere was heavy with a shared awareness, but neither of them said a word about it.

“So,” Arjun began, breaking the silence. “It’s still pouring out there. Can I offer you another deal?”

She raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What kind of deal?”

“I’ll call a cab and drop you home,” he said, his tone light yet sincere. “It’s late, and I wouldn’t feel right letting you go alone in this weather.”

“You hold better than a bra,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear as she guided his hand to her breast. He obliged, squeezing gently, feeling the weight of her in his palm. Her nipple hardened under his touch, and she moaned softly, her fingers tracing the outline of his shaft through his shorts.**

They had been dancing around this moment for weeks, their chemistry undeniable yet restrained by unspoken fears and doubts. But tonight, something had shifted. The air was charged with anticipation, and neither could deny the magnetic pull any longer.

The shower was already warm, steam fogging the glass doors as they stepped inside. Water cascaded over them, hot and insistent, washing away the layers of inhibition that had kept them at bay. She reached for the soap, lathering it between her hands before offering it to him. Their eyes locked, and in that instant, all hesitation evaporated.

He took the soap, his fingers brushing hers in a fleeting caress. He soaped her shoulders first, his hands gliding down her arms, leaving trails of warmth in their wake. She shivered under his touch, her breath hitching as he moved lower, circling her breasts with gentle pressure. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire.

She bit her lip, nodding slightly as he cupped her breasts, lifting them with a reverence that made her heart race. His thumbs flicked over her nipples, coaxing them to full attention. She gasped, her head falling back as she arched into his hands. “I love your touch,” she admitted, her voice trembling.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against her neck as he continued to explore her body with slow, deliberate strokes. “I love everything about you,” he whispered, his breath tickling her skin. She melted against him, her hands moving to his hips, pulling him closer. The water pounded against their bodies, but she barely noticed. All she could focus on was the heat pooling between her legs, the aching need that demanded release.

She reached for his shorts, tugging them down with urgency. His shaft sprang free, thick and hard, standing proud against his belly. She wrapped her hand around it, marveling at its size and the way it pulsed in her grasp. “It’s so big,” she breathed, eyeing it with a mixture of awe and excitement.

“And you’re so perfect,” he replied, his gaze fixed on her. She blushed, but there was no denying the truth in his words. She was ready, more than ready, and he knew it.

Moving with practiced ease, she dropped to her knees, bringing her face level with his erection. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with hunger. “I want to taste you,” she said, her voice low and sultry.

He groaned, his hands threading through her hair as she opened her mouth wide and took him in. Her lips sealed around the head, and she sucked gently, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. He bucked his hips, thrusting deeper into her mouth as she adjusted to the rhythm, her throat swallowing him whole.

His fingers clenched in her hair, guiding her movements as she worked her magic. Her lips were like velvet, her tongue a relentless tease that drove him wild. He lost himself in the sensation, the heat of her mouth a stark contrast to the cool air outside the shower. He could feel the pressure building, the tension coiling tighter with each passing second.

But then she pulled back, releasing him with a pop. “Not yet,” she said, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “I want more.”

He growled , but he wasn’t done with her either. He lifts her up, his voice hoarse with need. She came more closer, rising to her feet and turning her back to him. He pressed his chest against her spine, his arms wrapping around her waist as he nuzzled her neck.

“Bend over,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. She did as he asked, grabbing the edge of the shower wall and arching her back. The position gave him full view of her ass, the curves of her hips, and the glistening folds of her pussy. He couldn’t resist, his fingers dipping between her thighs, exploring the wetness that awaited him.

She moaned, her head dropping forward as he slid two fingers inside her, curling them just so to hit that sweet spot. Her inner walls clamped down on him, milking his fingers as he pumped in and out, adding a third when she was good and slick. She was soaked, desperate for more, and he reveled in the power he held over her.

But he had other plans. Pulling his fingers free, he knelt behind her, his lips trailing kisses down her spine as he positioned himself between her legs. He spread her thighs wider, giving himself room to work. Then, without warning, he plunged his tongue into her, burying it deep as he lapped at her from within.

Her hips jerked forward, a strangled cry escaping her lips as he ate her out with fervor. His tongue was relentless, probing and stroking, drawing out every last drop of her arousal. She could feel herself teetering on the edge, the orgasm building fast and furious, but he wasn’t done with her yet.

Withdrawing his tongue, he replaced it with his thumb, pressing firmly against her clit as he used his tongue to lick the length of her slit. The dual sensations were almost too much, her body trembling with the effort of holding on. But she didn’t want to come just yet. Not until he was inside her.

“Please,” she begged, her voice cracking with desperation. “I need you.”

He didn’t make her wait. Rising to his feet, he guided his cock to her entrance, positioning it with care before pushing inside. She cried out, the stretch and burn of his entry making her eyes water, but she welcomed it. She needed it. Needed him.

He thrust slowly at first, letting her adjust to his size, but soon the pace quickened, his hips snapping forward with increasing speed. She met each thrust with equal vigor, her hands gripping the edge of the shower wall for balance. The water pounded against them, mixing with their sounds of pleasure as they fucked right there in the steamy enclosure.

Their bodies glistened with moisture, their skin slick and warm as they moved together in perfect harmony. He could feel the tightness of her pussy gripping him, the way she squeezed and released in time with his thrusts. It was exquisite, the kind of connection that left no room for doubt. They were meant for each other, and tonight, they would lose themselves in one another completely.

As the intensity built, she turned her head, capturing his gaze in the reflection of the shower door. The sight of him, so primal and powerful, drove her wild. She wanted to see him, wanted to watch as he claimed her, took her like the animal he was.

“More,” she demanded, her voice fierce and commanding. “Fuck me harder.”

He snarled in response, burying his face in the curve of her neck as he complied. His thrusts became savage, his cock slamming into her with brutal force. She screamed, her nails digging into the tiles as she rode the waves of pleasure crashing over her. The world narrowed to this moment, to the sound of their mingled breaths, the slap of flesh against flesh, the roar of the water drowning out everything else.

He could feel the familiar tightening in his balls, the surge of impending release. But he wasn’t done with her yet. Reaching around, he found her clit again, pinching it between his fingers as he continued to pound into her. The added stimulation sent her spiraling out of control, her orgasm crashing over her in wave after wave of ecstasy.

“Yes! Yes!” she shouted, her voice echoing off the tiled walls as she came, her pussy pulsing around his cock. He followed her over the edge, his own release erupting with volcanic force, his seed filling her to the brim.

For a long moment, they were frozen in that tableau, their bodies locked together as the aftershocks of their climax rippled through them. Slowly, reluctantly, he withdrew, stepping back to give her space. She collapsed against the wall, gasping for breath, her body still thrumming with residual pleasure.

He reached out, gently lifting her chin so their eyes met. “Bedroom,” he rasped, his voice hoarse with exertion. “Next round.”

She smiled a slow, wicked grin that promised untold delights. “Lead the way.”

As they exited the shower, a playful cat darted into the room, its slender body weaving between their legs. She let out a startled giggle, her hand instinctively reaching for Arjun's arm for balance. He steadied her, his eyes twinkling with amusement. The cat, sensing the opportunity for fun, jumped onto the bed, its tail flicking mischievously.

"I think your little friend wants some attention," Arjun murmured, his breath warm against her ear.

Her laughter was infectious, and soon they were both chasing the cat around the room, their movements fluid and unhurried. The cat leapt off the bed and disappeared under a chair, leaving them alone and breathless in the dim light of the bedroom.

Arjun turned to her, his gaze softening as he took in her tousled hair and glowing skin. "You look incredible," he said, his voice low and sincere. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering on her cheek.

She smiled, her heart pounding in her chest. "And you look pretty damn good yourself," she replied, her tone teasing but affectionate. She stepped closer, her hands slipping around his waist, pulling him into a tender kiss.

The kiss deepened, their tongues dancing together in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Arjun's hands roamed over her back, settling on her hips as he gently guided her toward the bed. They eased onto the mattress, their bodies entwining effortlessly.

"You're perfect," Arjun whispered, his voice thick with admiration. His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs tracing the delicate curves.

She blushed, her cheeks warming under his praise. "Do you really think so?"

He nodded, his hands firm yet gentle. "Absolutely. I love how they fill my hands, how they feel when I touch them." He leaned down, his mouth closing over her nipple, his tongue swirling as he lavished her with attention.

She gasped, her head falling back as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. "Oh, Arjun... that feels so good," she moaned, her fingers threading through his hair.

He switched to her other breast, his touch and kisses sending shivers through her. She couldn’t help but arch into him, her body seeking more of his warmth and touch.

Sensing her growing need, Arjun kissed a path down her belly, his movements slow and deliberate. He paused, his lips lingering just above her mound, his breath warm against her skin.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice filled with reverence.

Her fingers found his shoulders, pulling him closer, her soft murmurs of encouragement guiding him. They moved together, each touch building an unspoken connection, the room alive with their shared energy.

Arjun's breath was warm against her skin as he gently kissed his way down her body, pausing to savor the curve of her waist. His fingers traced lazy patterns on her lower back, igniting a trail of tingles that made her arch into him. "You taste so good," he murmured, his voice gravelly with desire.

She bit her lip, her hips moving restlessly beneath him. "Then why don't you come a little closer?" she teased, the invitation clear in her tone.

Arjun didn't need to be told twice. He shifted downward, his lips hovering just above the juncture of her thighs. She could feel the heat of his breath through the damp curls of her sex, and it sent a shiver down her spine. With a slow, deliberate movement, he parted her folds with his thumbs, revealing the glistening pink flesh within.

"God, you're beautiful," he whispered, dipping his head to gently flick his tongue against her clit. The sensation was electric, causing her to gasp and clutch at his shoulders. He loved the sound of her pleasure, the way her body responded to his touch. It made him want to explore every inch of her, to taste every secret place she had to offer.

He settled between her legs, his mouth working its magic on her sensitive nub. His tongue danced circles around it, alternating between gentle licks and firm presses. He could feel her thighs trembling around his head, the muscles tightening as she struggled to hold back her moans. But there was no need for restraint, not with him. He wanted to hear every sound she made, every whimper and sigh that spilled from her lips.

She gripped his hair, guiding his mouth where she needed it most. "Suck harder," she demanded, her voice thick with arousal. "I want to feel your teeth."

Arjun complied, his lips closing around her clit as he sucked softly, grazing his teeth over the sensitive flesh. The combination of sensations was too much for her to bear, and she cried out, her hips bucking up into his face. He held her steady, his hands gripping her thighs, but he allowed her to ride his tongue, let her set the pace as she ground against his mouth.

Her orgasm built slowly, like a wave gathering force before crashing ashore. Each flick of his tongue, each brush of his teeth, brought her closer to the edge. When she finally came, it was explosive, her body convulsing as pleasure washed over her in waves. Arjun swallowed every drop, relishing the taste of her release.

As her climax subsided, she panted heavily, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. "Your turn," she whispered, her voice husky.

Arjun crawled back up her body, his erection pressing against her thigh. She reached down, wrapping her hand around his shaft, guiding him to her mouth. Her lips parted, and she took him in, her tongue swirling around the tip. He groaned, his hands fisting in her hair as she began to suck him in earnest.

She loved the way he tasted, the salty-sweetness of his pre-cum mingling with the flavor of their mingled sweat. She bobbed her head up and down, her tongue flicking over the sensitive underside of his cock. He was thicker than any man she'd been with before, and she reveled in the challenge of taking him deep. Her throat worked around his length, and she felt a thrill of pride when he shuddered and cursed under his breath.

"Fuck, you're amazing," he gasped, his hips thrusting shallowly into her mouth. "Keep going, don't stop."

She did as he asked, her head moving in a steady rhythm as she hollowed her cheeks to create a tight seal around him. Her hand stroked the base of his shaft, matching the movement of her mouth. He was close, she could tell, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts. She quickened the pace, determined to bring him to the edge and then pull him back, prolonging his pleasure.

But he had other plans. With a growl, he pulled away, dragging his cock from her mouth. "Not yet," he said, his voice rough with need. "I want to fuck you first."

She whimpered in protest, her body aching for him. "Please," she begged, her eyes locked on his. "I need you inside me."

Arjun didn't need to be asked twice. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock nudging against her entrance. With one smooth motion, he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in a single stroke. They both groaned at the sudden intrusion, the sensation overwhelming in its intensity.

"Oh God," she moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders. "You're so big."

Arjun grunted in agreement, his hips already beginning to move. He set a brutal pace, his cock slamming into her with relentless force. Each thrust pushed her further up the bed, her back arching off the mattress as she chased after the pleasure. Her breasts jiggled with every impact, the soft flesh bouncing mesmerizingly as he pounded into her.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper. "Harder," she demanded, her voice breaking with desperation. "I need more."

Arjun gave her what she wanted, his thrusts growing even more savage. His balls slapped against her ass with each powerful stroke, the sound echoing in the room. He could feel her pussy squeezing him, milking him for all he was worth. The sight of her breasts swaying with each thrust was enough to drive him wild, and he couldn't help but reach down to cup them, his fingers tweaking her nipples as he fucked her.

"So good," he growled, his voice strained with effort. "You feel so fucking good."

She cried out, her body shuddering with another orgasm. Her inner walls clenched around him, trying to pull him deeper, to keep him trapped inside her. But Arjun wasn't done yet. He kept thrusting, riding out her climax as he built toward his own.

Finally, with a roar, he came, his cock pulsing as he spilled himself inside her. He collapsed on top of her, his body heavy with exhaustion. For a moment, they lay there, panting and sated, their bodies still joined.

"That was incredible," she whispered, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his back.

Arjun lifted his head, meeting her gaze. "There's more where that came from," he promised, his voice filled with intent. "If you want it."

She grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, I definitely want it," she replied. "But first... let's take a little break.