I’m Rehan, a 24-year-old guy with a slim build and a wheatish complexion that catches the eye. My cock’s a solid 6 inches, thick enough to make an impression. This story’s about how I met Meenal, a 26-year-old goddess with a killer 36-30-34 figure, fair skin, and a face that could make any man hard just by looking at her. She’s the kind of woman you’d beg to fuck, a total bombshell who turns heads wherever she goes. This all went down a year ago, and it changed my life.
I was working as a customer relationship manager at a restaurant, living a decent life but feeling a void inside. Then came Friendship Day, and we hosted a big party at the restaurant. About 100 guys and girls showed up, dancing, eating, and having a blast. After the party, I collected feedback from the guests, and one name stuck out: Meenal. Her full name was on the feedback form, and it sparked something in me. The next day, I searched for her on Facebook. Her profile pic hit me like a lightning bolt—she looked like a fucking movie star. Her status said single, and since I was single too, I thought, “Man, you gotta make a move on this chick.” I sent her a friend request right away.
That evening, I got a message from her. “Who are you?” she asked. I replied, “Hey, I’m Rehan. How you doing?” She shot back, “Uh, I’m good. I can see your name, but how do you know me?” I explained, “You know, you came to the restaurant yesterday with your friends. I was the one taking feedback, and I saw your name on the form. That’s how I found you.” She laughed and said, “Oh, that’s what this is about. Cool.” That’s how it started. We chatted every day, and soon we were tight, like real friends.
Meenal started ordering food from the restaurant for her office, and I’d deliver it myself just to see her. Those quick meetups turned into long talks. One day, she opened up about her life. Her dad had passed away, and she was carrying the weight of supporting her mom and younger sister. Her strength blew me away, and that’s when I realized I was falling for her. Hard.
When her birthday rolled around in July, I saw my chance to make a move. I bought her a sexy black dress and waited outside her office. When she came out, I called her over and handed her the gift. She hesitated, saying, “Rehan, you didn’t have to.” But I insisted, and she took it with a shy smile that made my heart race. That night, she texted me: “I tried on the dress, and it looks amazing on me. Thanks!” I replied, “No thanks or sorry between friends.” She laughed and said, “Thanks anyway!” I was over the moon.
We got closer after that. One day, I asked her to meet up, and we hit a pizza joint. She showed up in a tight black dress that hugged her curves, her tits and ass popping out like they were begging for attention. We ate, talked, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I told her, “You’re one hell of a woman, Meenal. Taking care of your whole family like that? That’s real strength.” Her eyes welled up, and she said, “I miss my dad today.” I wiped her tears gently and said, “Baby, you’re not alone. I’m right here for you.” She nodded, resting her head on my shoulder.
We left the pizza place and wandered into a nearby park, finding a quiet spot to sit. I gave her a chocolate and blurted out, “I love you.” She looked into my eyes, smiled, and said, “I love you too.” She leaned her head on my shoulder, and we talked for hours. As it got dark, I kissed her forehead, and we left, my heart full. That moment killed the loneliness I’d been carrying for years.
Two days later, her office had a meeting at another hotel owned by my boss. She told me about it, so I made sure to be there. Being restaurant staff, I got easy access. When I saw Meenal, my jaw dropped. She was in a white shirt that clung to her tits and blue jeans that made her ass look fucking perfect. My cock twitched just looking at her. I couldn’t hold back anymore—I needed her. I sweet-talked the hotel manager, someone I knew from work, into giving me a room for two hours. He handed me the key with a knowing grin.
I texted Meenal: “Come to the first floor, I need to see you.” Her meeting was on the second floor. She came, looking nervous, and said, “Rehan, what are you doing? What if someone sees us?” I smirked and said, “This room’s ours for a bit, babe. No one’s coming.” I locked the door and pulled her into a tight hug. Her warm breath hit my neck, and she wrapped her arms around my back, hugging me just as hard. My cock was already throbbing in my jeans.
We stood there, locked in each other’s arms, the heat between us building. I lifted her up and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently. Climbing over her, I started kissing her face, from her soft cheeks to her neck. She ran her hands over my back, stroking me, and I could feel her body responding. I was getting harder by the second. I kissed her lips, sucking on her tongue, and she moaned softly, kissing me back with the same hunger. The room was filled with her soft gasps.
I unbuttoned her shirt, kissing her the whole time. She didn’t stop me—she wanted this as much as I did. Her shirt fell open, revealing a tight pink bra that barely held her massive tits. I kissed her stomach, working my way up, and she arched her back, pushing her tits closer. I slid my tongue along her cleavage, tasting her skin, and she moaned, “Oh, Rehan…” Her hands tugged at my shirt, pulling it off, then my vest, her fingers tracing my chest.
I moved down, unbuttoning her jeans and pulling the zipper down. The scent of her pussy hit me, and fuck, it was intoxicating—better than any perfume. I slid her jeans off, and she lifted her hips to help me. Now she was lying there in just her pink bra and panties, her creamy skin glowing in the dim light. She looked like a fucking porn star. I kissed her pussy through her panties, then licked her thighs, making her legs tremble. Her moans were driving me wild.
I pulled her on top of me, lying back as she took over. She kissed my neck, my chest, working her way down my body. Her lips were soft, teasing, and I was losing it. She unbuttoned my jeans, yanked them off, and saw the bulge in my underwear. She bit her lip, her eyes hungry, and slid my boxers down. My 6-inch cock sprang free, hard as a rock. She wrapped her soft hand around it, stroking slowly, and I felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through me. She looked into my eyes, smiled, and licked the tip of my cock, swirling her tongue around it before taking it into her mouth. Her warm, wet mouth sucked me deep, her tongue massaging my shaft. It felt like fucking heaven.
She sucked me for a good 8 minutes, her head bobbing, her moans vibrating against my cock. When I felt myself getting close, I stopped her and flipped her onto her back. It was time to fuck her. Her pussy was already wet, dripping, and my cock was slick from her spit. I positioned myself between her legs, rubbing my cock against her pussy lips. She squirmed, moaning, “Rehan, please… fuck me now.” I didn’t make her wait. I thrust hard, and my cock slid deep into her tight, wet pussy. She gasped, “Oh fuck!” her body tensing as I filled her up.
It hurt her at first, but she clung to me, her nails digging into my back. After a moment, I started moving, slow at first, feeling her pussy grip my cock with every thrust. She moaned louder, “Ohh… Rehan… harder…” I picked up the pace, pounding her pussy, the bed creaking under us. Her tits bounced free as I ripped her bra off, sucking her hard nipples and biting them gently. She was screaming now, “Fuck me, Rehan… oh god, fuck me!” Her pussy was so tight, so wet, it was driving me insane.
After about 10 minutes of relentless fucking, her body shook, and she came hard, her pussy clenching around my cock as her juices soaked me. I kept going, and she started moving her hips, meeting my thrusts, begging for more. “Don’t stop… fuck my pussy…” she panted. I couldn’t hold back much longer. When I was about to cum, I pulled out and shot my load all over her stomach. She grabbed my cock, stroking it, milking every last drop. We were both panting, sweaty, and spent.
We kissed, long and deep, before cleaning up and getting dressed. She went back to her meeting, and I returned to my duties. That day, something shifted. Meenal wasn’t just a fling—she became the missing piece of my life, the one who made everything feel whole.