Passionate Sex with a 39yo Divorced Reader

This story happened very recently; I’m posting this in between the series. To the people who don’t know me, I’m Vicky, a 25-year-old male from the southern part of India, presently in Mumbai, before that in Delhi NCR. The messages flooded in after I shared the first story about Gitika.

While most were the usual requests from men, a handful of women’s profiles reached out. And then, there was Shreya. Her first message was a spark in the digital noise.

Shreya: Hello, Vicky. Your narration… I could feel it. All of it.

A simple thank you felt inadequate for the thrill her words sent through me. Her next question was inevitable, a gateway to something more.

Shreya: Tell me it’s real. I need to know.

Vicky: Yes, most of it.

Her response was a direct hit.

Shreya: It worked. I’m sitting here, utterly horny, from your narration

The image she painted in my mind was vivid and intoxicating.

Vicky: I hope you found a satisfying way to cool down.

She told me more about herself. A divorced mother of a 9-year-old kid, an IT professional who earns a good amount of money to take care of her kid and family. She lives alone with her kid in Worli. She was in Worli. I was in Byculla.

Shreya: Could we… catch up? Just as friends? Let’s spend a day together and see where it lands.

Vicky: Ok. Shopping evening?

Shreya: Yes.

Vicky: Before anything… I need to see you. I need to confirm.

I got a video call with her. And there she was. A 39-year-old woman with long hair and a warm smile. Her eyes spoke a lot more than her mouth; they were very beautiful and attractive.

For five minutes, we spoke about our whereabouts and fixed our catch-up for the coming Saturday. Her kid was going to his ex-husband’s place.

The day came; it was a pretty busy day in Mumbai. She texted me at 11 A.M.

Shreya: When and where are we meeting?

Vicky: 4 PM? Palladium.

Shreya: Done.

I got to the mall around 4:15. I waited at the Starbucks like we said, but she texted me saying she was inside the Biba store. So, I headed over.

And man, I saw her and just stopped. She had on this red top that was… yeah. And those bell-bottom jeans that fit her perfectly. I was just stuck there looking. She saw me, laughed, and dragged me inside to help her pick stuff out.

She just looked incredible. She was holding up dresses, asking me, “What do you think of this one?” I felt really good when she was asking me. When she said, “I like your choice,” it felt really good.

But then she started trying them on. Every time she came out, it was like a whole new level. The clothes just looked so good on her. I couldn’t hold it in. I just said, “Wow. I’m getting really excited seeing you like this.” It was the truth.

And she didn’t even say a word, but just a smirk, and she just gave me this look, this smile that said she knew exactly what was up. It was so attractive. Later, we’re at this cafe, and the mood got serious. She started opening up about some real stuff, her voice all soft.

She told me she had never felt cared for like this in a long time, and she asked for my hand. Right then, man, my heart just swelled. Seeing her get emotional made me emotional, too. I pressed her hand and said, “Don’t worry, Jaan, you can share with me, I am your friend.”

Because, besides all the other feelings, that was the main thing. I really cared about her. It was a wild, confusing, but really beautiful evening. The time is around 9, and we are thinking of leaving.

I asked if she wanted to come over to my place and watch something. (No intentions at this point, as I am really emotionally connected to her now). She was a little hesitant, saying she should go home as her son would come back tomorrow morning. I asked, “Are you sure?”

She paused and said that she wanted to say yes. So, I said, “Only one episode, I’ll drop you home after, I promise.” She finally agreed with this shy little nod. We got to my place on my bike. She hugged me tightly on my bike. It felt a little different to me; she considered me a safe place to sleep on my bike.

We reached my home. It was rainy and quiet, just a couple of lamps on. I can feel my heart beating faster just having her here at my new apartment. I asked what she wanted to watch, and she saw in my eyes, smiling, and said, “You pick something… romantic.”

I found a show, some romantic drama, and we sat on the couch. There was a good foot of space between us. For the first ten minutes, we just watched, making little comments here and there. But I was hyper-aware of her. Every time she shifted, every time she laughed.

Then a real steamy scene came on. The characters were all over each other. The air in my room felt thick. I slowly moved my arm and put it around the back of the couch behind her shoulders. I wasn’t even touching her. I just kept my hand over the couch.

She glanced at me, and then she leaned back. Just an inch. Her hair brushed against my arm. That was all. I felt a shockwave in me. I let my arm drop, my fingers gently resting on her shoulder.

She let out a soft sigh and leaned onto me, resting her head right on my neck and shoulder.

I can smell her hair, and my lips are touching her hair. I really love pulling her hair with my fingers. She was laughing while I was playing with her hair. I could smell her perfume, it is light, and besides it, just her. I turned my head just enough to breathe her in.

I looked down and saw that it was looking up at me. Her eyes were dark, and she had little mascara on her eyes, which made her eyes more beautiful, her lips slightly parted. There was no mistaking it. The question was hanging right there in the air between us.

I leaned down, painfully slow, giving her every single chance in the world to turn away. She didn’t move. She just watched me come closer, and she closed her eyes before our lips met.

And oh man, that first kiss. I wasn’t hungry yet. It was soft. A question and an answer all at once. Her lips were so unbelievably soft. I pulled back just a millimetre to see what she’d do. She followed me, pressing her lips back to mine, a little surer this time.

That’s when it changed. I saw the hunger in her, too. She got her hand on my cheeks and rolled her fingers through my hair, pulling me to kiss deeper. Chills ran down my spine now. Now, she came over to me and she is pressing herself against me.

I can feel her warmth, and I am exploring the curves of her body with my hand, kissing her. We kissed for 15 minutes continuously and aggressively, and we finally broke. I am falling into her deep eyes, I am seeing her with that intense feeling, then suddenly, both of us are kissing each other.

This was at least 10X of my past kiss. She sat over me, and she took my hands and placed them on her waist, asking me to explore her. I am admiring her amazing curves all day. I am feeling now that there is absolutely no one to say “No for me.” It felt awesome.

I removed her top, and she raised her hands herself, where I felt she needed me more than I did. I moved my hands inside her bell-bottom pants, and I am loving pressing her ass; it is such a heavenly feeling.

“Shreya,” I said softly against her lips. I tried removing her pants, and I am unable to unbutton them. She gave a smile and removed them without stopping, exploring my mouth. Oh my god, she has smooth ass, I am getting mad, exploring her ass over her panty.

I looked at her. Her hair was a mess, her lips were slightly swollen from kissing, and her boobs rose and fell from heavy breathing after the kiss. She was the most beautiful I had ever seen.

There she was, in just her beautiful black lace bra and black panties. She is looking hot and sexier in that black bra and panties. Her curves were more perfect than I had imagined all day. I stared for a moment and whispered in her eyes, “You’re so beautiful,” and blew air in her ears.

I reached behind her and removed her bra. It fell away, revealing her breasts, which are the best pair I have seen to date. Her areola is pink in colour and her nipple is already hard. I carried her to my room, and we didn’t stop kissing while moving to my room.

I made her sleep on the bed, and I stopped for 1 minute and just admired her beauty as she was only in her panties. She got shy and said, “Baby, don’t make me wait, please”. Her skin looked amazing in the soft light coming from the window.

She was like a total goddess, and she was checking me out like I was everything. I took off my boxers and I got completely naked. My dick is hard, and her eyes got glued to my dick. I lay down over her, skin to skin, and the feeling was electric.

The weight of me and the softness of her underneath me was making me go mad. I started kissing her body, and I am kissing her neck, and as you all know, I love playing with her neck, and I am literally biting her neck, and she is shouting like anything.

I went down her body— her collarbone, the valley between her breasts, her stomach. I placed my hands under her knees and spread her legs, tore her pants apart, and kissed the inside of her thigh. She was trembling. I could smell her, that musky, sweet scent of her arousal. Then, I put my mouth on her pussy.

She cried out, a sharp, broken sound. I kept her down, my hands on her hips. I licked her slowly, from bottom to top, circling her clit before sucking on it gently. Her moans grew louder and more desperate. Her hands were gripping the sheets. “Yes… right there… please, don’t stop… I’m so close.”

I didn’t stop. I kept my rhythm, steady and firm. Her thighs started to shake around my head. “Vicky, I’m… I’m coming!” she screamed, and her whole body convulsed under my mouth. I held her through it, gentling my touch until she was a trembling, sensitive mess.

But I needed to be inside her. I moved up her body, kissing my way back to her mouth. She tasted like us. I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her wetness. I looked into her eyes. “Are you sure?” I asked, my voice raw.

She didn’t answer me, she just wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me onto her, and she got my dick inside her directly. She was so tight, so warm, too wet. I stayed still for a moment, kissing her lips, just feeling her pulse around me. I dropped my forehead to hers, our breath mingling.

Then I started to move. Slowly. Pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, deep and steady. Each thrust was a slow, building fire. I was watching her face. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open in a silent ‘o’ of pleasure. I could feel every inch of her.

“Look at me,” I whispered. Her eyes fluttered open. The connection was intense. I was inside her body, but looking into her eyes felt even more intimate. I shifted, angling my hips, and found a rhythm that made her see stars. Her eyes went wide. “Right there,” she moaned. “Oh my god, right there.”

I kept pounding her, my thrusts getting a little harder, a little faster. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room, mixed with our heavy breathing and her soft cries. She scratched my back with her long nails, but I loved it.

I rolled us over so she was on top. She sat up and took control, and now she is riding him. She moved slowly at first, rocking her hips, grinding down on me. The sight of her above me, her breasts moving, her head thrown back.

It was unbelievable. She started to move faster, riding me hard, finding her own perfect rhythm. I held her hips, guiding her, helping her.

“I’m close again,” she panted. “Don’t stop.”

I sat up, wrapping my arms around her to hold her close below. We were a mess of sweat and skin and motion, both chasing that feeling.

I flipped her onto her hands and knees. The view was insane. I entered her from behind, and it felt even deeper. I grabbed her hips and set a deep, pounding rhythm. She was pushing back against me, meeting me thrust for thrust.

I was completely lost in her, in the feel and the smell and the sound of her coming apart. I could feel my own orgasm building. I reached around and found her clit, rubbing her clit. That was all it took. She cried out, her whole body shaking as she was nearing her second orgasm.

“Shreya, I am also nearing. Let’s climax at once.” She said, Yes, come inside me. I gave my final thrust, and I just let it all go. As I released her, my voice blending with hers, everything went silent.

Together, we fell to the bed, sweaty and panting. We cuddled, and I was able to hold her tightly and draw her in, bringing her to my chest.

She turned to face me in my arms after a few minutes. She remained silent. She gave me that same warm smile from before and gazed at me with those gentle, contented eyes.

She placed her head beneath my chin, and we just lay there in the quiet, completely together. We slept together, and I dropped her off at home the next day, and she is so happy. I will write the next part if something happens next.