I’m Mohit, 28, 5’10”, with a lean, muscular frame and a wheatish complexion. My short, scruffy beard and messy black hair give me a rugged look. I’m a software engineer at an IT firm, my days filled with coding, coffee, and occasional nights out with friends. I live alone in a small flat near my office, a cozy setup where I unwind with movies or a cold beer. I’m reserved but can be charming and quick-witted when the mood strikes, especially around someone interesting.
Next door, in another flat, lives a group of girls, including Ankita, 26, a 5’4” knockout with fair skin and a killer 34-26-36 figure. Her long, silky black hair falls to her waist, and her deep brown eyes seem to hide a playful secret. She’s always in tight tops or shorts, her round ass and full breasts impossible to miss. Her smile is mischievous, her voice soft and sultry, like she’s always teasing. She works somewhere, but I’ve never pried. We’ve only exchanged brief hellos, nothing deep.
This happened during the Diwali holidays. I had pending projects at work, so I decided to stay at my flat instead of visiting home. Honestly, I also wanted a break—some time to chill, watch steamy series, and roam the city without my parents nagging me about marriage. The winter vibe was perfect for staying in and relaxing.
One afternoon, I was sprawled on my couch, wrapped in a blanket, dead asleep in the chilly weather. The doorbell snapped me awake. Rubbing my eyes, I stumbled to the door in a faded tee and track pants, wondering who it was. I opened it to find Ankita, looking stunning in a tight black top that hugged her curves and jeans that showed off her perfect ass. My grogginess vanished.
She smiled softly. “Hey, Mohit, my flat’s lights are out. Can you check?” Her voice had a teasing edge. I grabbed a shirt and followed her, still half-asleep but hyper-aware of her swaying hips and faint jasmine perfume. At her flat, I checked the main switch—fine. The electric panel showed a tripped MCB. I flipped it up, and the lights flickered on.
Ankita exhaled, relieved. “That’s it? Thanks, Mohit!” Her smile lingered, her eyes catching mine. I shrugged. “No problem. You didn’t go home for the holidays?” She shook her head. “Nah, my friends left. I’m alone. You stayed back too?” I nodded. “Yeah, got some work.” Her gaze held mine a moment longer before I headed back.
I showered, freshened up, and decided to enjoy the holiday. I roamed the city, ate at a local diner, and got back around 11 p.m., tired but content. The winter night was crisp, so I buried myself in a blanket and started a steamy web series. A hot scene was playing, my cock stirring as the characters got it on. Then the doorbell rang again. Who the fuck at this hour? I cracked the door open—Ankita.
She wore a red, deep-neck top that barely held her breasts and tiny shorts showing off her smooth thighs. “Hey, Mohit. Can I come in?” Her voice was low, almost seductive. I stepped aside. “Yeah, sure.” She walked in, and I shut the door. Her eyes had a spark, a hunger I hadn’t seen before. She sat on the couch, crossing her legs, and asked, “You live here alone?” I nodded. “Just me.” She smirked. “No girlfriend?” I laughed. “Not yet.”
She leaned closer, her eyes locked on mine. “Ever fucked anyone, Mohit?” My heart raced. The question was bold, raw. “Yeah,” I said, my voice steady. She bit her lip. “You like me?” My mind reeled. Ankita, with her perfect body, was asking this? “You’re fucking hot, Ankita. Who wouldn’t?” She stood, closing the gap between us. “Then fuck me tonight.” My cock twitched. “Hell yeah,” I said.
“Strip,” she said, her voice firm. I yanked off my shirt and pants, standing in boxers, my hard-on obvious. She peeled off her top, her black bra straining against her full breasts. Then her shorts and panties hit the floor. Her naked body was flawless—firm breasts, tight pink nipples, and a trimmed pussy glistening faintly. I was gone.
She stepped close, her fingers grazing my face, then my chest, before grabbing my cock through my boxers. Her touch was warm, electric. She pulled my boxers down, my cock springing free. “Fuck, Mohit, this is huge,” she whispered, spitting on her hand and stroking me slowly. I groaned, my head spinning. She shed her bra and panties, her body bare. I pulled her in, kissing her hard. Her tongue tangled with mine, her breath hot and needy.
I kissed her neck, sucking softly, then her earlobes, her perfume driving me wild. My hands found her breasts, squeezing them, her nipples hardening under my fingers. She moaned, “Fuck, Mohit, harder.” I sucked her nipples, grazing them with my teeth, her gasps filling the room. Her body pressed against mine, her hands clawing my back.
She pushed me against the wall, her voice husky. “I’m so fucking wet, Mohit. Do something.” I dropped to my knees, her pussy inches from my face. She lifted one leg over my shoulder, her wet folds glistening. I buried my face in her, licking her clit, tasting her sweetness. She moaned loudly, “Oh fuck, yes, suck it!” I tongued her deeper, her hips grinding against my mouth, her hands gripping my hair. Minutes later, her body tensed, and she came hard, her juices flooding my mouth.
She pulled me up, kissing me fiercely, tasting herself on my lips. “Bedroom,” she panted. I led her to my bed, laying her down. I climbed over her, sucking her breasts while my fingers teased her soaking pussy. “Suck my cock,” I said. She hesitated, but I guided her head down. She took me in her mouth, her lips tight around my shaft, sucking slow at first, then faster. I fucked her mouth gently, and when I couldn’t hold back, I came, filling her mouth. She swallowed, her eyes locked on mine.
Now for the main event. I spread her legs, positioning my cock at her entrance. I pushed in slowly, her tight pussy gripping me. She gasped, “Fuck, it’s big!” I thrust deeper, picking up speed. She matched my rhythm, her hips bucking, her moans growing louder. “Harder, Mohit, fuck me harder!” The room echoed with her cries and the sound of our bodies colliding. I flipped her over, her ass up, and entered her from behind, pounding her doggy-style. She gripped the sheets, screaming, “Fuck, yes, tear me apart!” She came twice more, her body shaking.
Past 1 a.m., I felt my climax building. I pulled out, flipping her onto her back, and came all over her perfect breasts. We collapsed, tangled in each other, my fingers still teasing her pussy as we caught our breath. Over the holiday, we fucked again and again, each time more intense, our bodies addicted to the heat.