Ashutoshkhurana's Blog

A few months ago, I'd moved to a different part of the city to cut down on commute time for this several-month-long project. I moved into a rented flat in a fairly posh area of town, just so that I could be an hour and a half closer to work.

Anyway.

The flat was semi-furnished, but didn't have much in the way of furniture other than a dining table and a sofa. On the day that I was getting the movers to carry some of my own furniture in for the 6-odd months that I'd be living there, I caught sight of her.

She was standing down the corridor that led up to both our apartments (ours were the only two on the floor), engrossed in her phone as she made her way out the door. She paused for a moment, furrowing her brows as she stared into her phone, and that's when I felt the blood rushing down to my loins.

She must've been in her early twenties, 5'3" at the most, and she was wearing clothes that were possibly two sizes too tight for her.

Her brown hair was cut short (a bobcut), she had sharp features and the kind of body that was obviously gym-toned. I guessed that she was headed to the gym, where doubtless she'd have been the centre of attention.

Or maybe she just liked wearing gym clothes while running or something, I don't know (I never actually found out).

Her ample tits (a D cup, maybe?) were encased in a tank top that strained to contain them.I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra because her nipples poked through the fabric as if they were struggling to get free.

But what really got me hot and bothered was the gym shorts. She wasn't wearing any panties either. I'm told that there's a name for when cloth outlines a woman's labia, and it's called a camel toe.

I couldn't help staring at a her crotch.

My pulse and breath quickened at the sight of pussy. I hadn't had any in a while, and images of me lapping away at her cunt while she laid back with her back arched and one hand grabbing my hair flashed through my mind.

I was deep in my carnal reverie, imagining all sorts of depravity when I realised she't noticed me.

Only because she said, "Hi there! When did you move in?"

Startled, I … stupidly, trying to pretend that I was lost in thought and she'd caught me off guard. Well, I was, but I was pretending (and oh-so-obviously-failing) to be staring into infinity while ostensibly in thought about something else entirely.

Our eyes met, and if she'd been offended by my letching, it certainly didn't show. If anything, the contrary was true: she had a wide smile on her face.

She wore no makeup, but was one of those women that didn't need to. Clean skin, sharp features, large eyes, thin lips.

"Oh, just a couple of days ago", I said, presenting her with the friendliest, most benign, non-sexual (if that's a thing) smile that I could muster.

What I really wanted to say was that I wanted to stick my cock between her tits and cum on her face.

She must have been reading my mind, because her eyes darted to the obvious bulge in my pants then back into mine, and she said, "Great! Let me know if you need help unloading any packages", winked at me, and darted down the corridor.

I wanted to say something clever in response, but even if there was enough blood circulating in my head, I probably wouldn't have been able to top that.

All I could do was stare at her taut ass cheeks after she'd walked past me.

She paused again at the elevator, turned around and waved good bye before entering the lift.

Was she one of those women who liked getting men worked up, or should I have made a move? I mean, I'm aware of the fact that I'm good looking, but she was out of my league. Like, WAY out. I'm handsome. She was HOT. Beautiful. Could easily woo Brad Pitt or something.

Regardless, I couldn't stop thinking about fucking her for the rest of the day.

Needless to say, the day wasn't particularly productive. I got very little work done. Every time I tried to concentrate, images of her crotch and tits, straining against cloth, flashed in my head. I kept wondering what her cunt looked like. Was it was hairy, clean shaven? How big were her areolae? What colour? Did she swallow? Eat ass? Like having her ass eaten? What was her favourite position?

By the time I got back home, I was so worked up that my balls were actually beginning to ache. I needed to cum.

Unfortunately, I ran into her again