Shriya fulfilled my fantasy – Part 1

I was tired that evening from a whole day of shopping. All I wanted was a seat on the bus, and to my luck, I found one.

At the next stop, she walked in. A beautiful woman, confident, with eyes that caught the light in a way that made them gleam. She was wearing tight denim jeans, a black tank top that held her breasts well, her cleavage on full display, her navel also catching my attention with the small ring.

A sharp jawline, lips stained red, and a nose ring that seemed to demand my attention. She looked at me and asked, almost casually:

“Hi…is this seat free? Mind if I join you?”

Her eyes, her nose ring, her lips – I couldn’t look away. Somehow, I managed to breathe out:

“Yes, please.”

She slid into the seat beside me with an easy smile.

“You say ‘yes please’… but those eyes of yours are saying a lot more than that.”

I felt my cheeks warm.

“Eh… actually, that nose ring looks good on you. That just caught my eye.”

She touched it lightly, tilting her head.

“Oh… so it’s the nose ring stealing all your attention? For a second, I thought it was me. Do you usually notice little details like that… or am I special?”

I swallowed, smiling awkwardly.

“I think you are. Uh oh, your eyes are trying to compete for attention as well.”

She leaned closer, her eyes locking on mine.

“Mmm… sounds like I’m winning either way then. First the nose ring, now my eyes? Careful… you keep talking like that and I might start to think you’re trying to charm me.”

“I might be,” I admitted, half-teasing, half-serious. “Where are you headed anyway?”

“Nowhere too exciting,” she said, relaxing into the seat. “Just heading home after a long day. But I have to admit – this ride suddenly feels a lot more interesting. What about you, mister shopper? Bags full of secrets, or just the usual errands?”

“Nothing. Went shopping… going hometown next week for my friend’s wedding.”

“A wedding, hmm?” she smiled. “That sounds exciting. Nothing like seeing your friend start a new chapter. So tell me, are you the kind of guest who just blends into the crowd… or the one who secretly steals the spotlight?”

“Meh, I don’t care,” I shrugged. “This one’s gonna be filled with questions -‘ When are you getting married?’ And uh oh, the fight is getting serious… that nose ring is shining with the sunlight, the eyes are gleaming too.”

She laughed softly.

“Ah… so the real fight isn’t at the wedding, it’s right here between my nose ring and my eyes? Maybe I should let you decide the winner… though something tells me you’ll find a way to avoid choosing.”

“Yeah,” I grinned, “because I think someone else is also getting into the fight.”

She raised an eyebrow, her lips curving slyly.

“Oh? Someone else? Don’t tell me it’s my lips trying to join the competition now.”

“No, they’re not fighting,” I smirked. “They’re in the finals anyway. It’s your cleavage.”

She let out a little laugh, narrowing her eyes playfully as she folded her arms beneath her chest.

“Ohhh… bold, aren’t you? Most people would’ve kept that thought to themselves. Good thing I like it when someone’s honest with me.”

“I knew I was right then,” I said, smiling. “You’re not the kind who likes things held back when it comes to admiration.”

Her voice seemed a bit weird to me; it seemed a little manly. I had my doubts.

“Mmm…” she smirked, “you read me well. I’ve never had much patience for half-truths. So,… if you’re this straightforward with a stranger on a bus, I can only imagine how dangerously charming you must be with people you actually know.”

“No actually, I’m surprised at the progress I’m making. I am making one, right?”

She brushed my arm lightly, letting her touch linger.

“Oh, you’re definitely making progress. Trust me, I wouldn’t still be sitting here if you weren’t.”

I hesitated.

“Actually, don’t get me wrong. I don’t intend to disrespect you, but may I ask you a question?”

Her expression softened.

“Of course, ask me anything. What’s on your mind?”

“Are you trans?”

She paused for just a moment, then smiled calmly.

“Yes, I am. I hope that doesn’t make you see me any differently.”

“No, that doesn’t matter to me at all. So where do you work?”

“By the way, I am Shriya. I work at a design studio. Long hours, but I love it.” She leaned in with a grin.

“What about you,…?” She stumbled as she didn’t know my name.

“Akshay,” I replied, extending my hand.

“Oh, Akshay… what do you do when you’re not charming strangers on buses?” She asked, meeting my hands; her hands were soft and cold.

I just couldn’t stop thinking about how her breasts might feel in my palms.

“I’m a copywriter. I love my job too. I get to write what people might like to watch. I’ve been in the city for almost a year now, and I hadn’t met any stranger with a cute nose ring and gorgeous blue eyes whom I can try to charm.”

She laughed softly, pretending to look away.

“A copywriter, huh? No wonder your words come out so smooth.”

“Nope,” I admitted. “As I said earlier, I’m surprised. Also… one more question.”

“You do love your questions, don’t you?” she teased. “Go on then… what’s the next one?”

“Do you prefer dating men or women?”

“I don’t take that as disrespect,” she said gently.

“I prefer men. Though for me, it’s less about labels and more about the connection. If someone can make me laugh, make me feel seen, that matters more than anything else.”

“Ah ha,” I grinned. “Would you mind getting a coffee with a copywriter who spent his day shopping for a wedding he doesn’t even want to go to?”

She laughed, eyes lighting up.

“Hmm… I’d say that deserves a coffee. But only if you promise you’ll bring that same honesty and playfulness with you.”

When the bus stopped, I followed her off, and only then did I notice that her ass swayed so well even in the tight jeans.

She caught me staring at her from behind. She glanced back with a sly smirk, “Tell me, Akshay… were you admiring the view, or just making sure I don’t get lost on the way to the café?”

“I think there is a new player in the game, it was hiding this whole time,” I replied as I caught up beside her.

She grinned a little at that remark.

At the café, she stopped me from choosing a random table and pointed to a quiet corner.

“Uh-uh, not that one. If we’re going to crown a winner tonight, I don’t want any distractions.”

We sat across from each other. She let her hair fall free and lifted her arms to tie it back.

Her crop top dropped a little further down as she did that, exposing almost her entire breasts.

She caught me.

“You stare like a man writing poetry in his head. Tell me, Akshay… what exactly is running through that copywriter’s mind right now?” she said, adjusting her top.

Under the table, I rubbed her leg with mine.

She smiled a little, and that encouraged me to carry on.

I went a little up her inner thighs, she spread her legs open, and took my feet close to her groin.

I could feel the bulge through her denims.

Just then, our coffees arrived. She wrapped her hands around her cup and gave me that look.

“Now this coffee has some competition… let’s see if it can keep me as interested as you have.”

She slipped the straw between her lips, lingering, licking its tip just slightly as her eyes stayed locked on me.

“Mmm… caramel never tasted this good before. Careful, Akshay… if you keep watching me like that, you’ll make me wonder if it’s the coffee you came here for… or something else entirely.”

I leaned in, smiling.

“I’m so mesmerized by you, Shriya. I think your nose ring finally won – it’s going to the finals with your lips.”

She laughed softly, touching it.

“Ahh, so we’ve made it to the finals already? Nose ring versus lips… quite the match. But tell me, Akshay… when the moment comes, how will you possibly choose between them?”

“Maybe my lips will have to explore them,” I murmured.

She checked out the café and noticed that we were not visible to anyone, then she got up from her seat and came beside me.

We got closer to each other and finally, our lips met; it felt so sexy, my fantasy was getting fulfilled.

I held her by her waist and pulled her closer with one hand, while with the other, I pressed her breasts over her top.

She too sent her hand to my dick.

I broke the kiss and asked, “Should we get to my place? It’s nearby.”

“Come on, let’s go” she replied instantly, getting up.

I smirked.

“Would you mind if we stop for condoms? Or should I order on Blinkit?”

She laughed softly, eyes twinkling.

“Stopping on the way might be smarter – saves us from awkward delivery timings.”

We started walking really fast, holding hands.

I stopped near a medical store and told her to wait.

“Since we are sword fighting, do we need lube?” I asked playfully.

She smiled back, “No, I have it in my purse, just get the raincoats and come fast… the weather is getting heavy.”

I brought the extra thin as I wanted to explore it fully.

As soon as we got into my apartment, I locked the door behind me and got to her lips. We kissed passionately. I took her in my arms without breaking the kiss and took her to the bedroom.

I put her down on the bed and pulled her top up immediately. Her breasts lay there, right in front of me. I was surprised to see she was braless. I took her right breast in my mouth and pressed the left one with my hand.

She let a soft moan. Just as I imagined, soft as a pillow.

I sucked on her nipples turn by turn, occasionally giving small bites.

I switched to her neck, cheek, and the jewel in the crown, her sexy nose ring. I planted a kiss on it and then slid down to her lips. The kiss was messy, and things were getting hot.

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So what happened? What did Akshay do next?

Head over to part two of the story to find out.

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