Ramya: Adam fucks me

Tanner leaves, and I'm wrapping up drinks with my team and sipping my third beer. I'm still safe to drive, but I'm enjoying the vibe and hate to waste the fresh shave or the free night. I scan the room and notice a very handsome man across the room. He's in business casual, dark trousers, a fitted button-down with the sleeves rolled once. No ring. He looks a few years older than me, white, great hair, and a couple inches taller than me. I hold eye contact for a few seconds and smile softly.

It takes a few minutes for my coworkers to slip out, then I discreetly stay and make my way to bar and wait to see if he takes the bait.

I order another beer and spend ten minutes on my phone checking on the rental for the weekend and answering a couple emails as Aria.

Sure enough, the incredibly handsome guy shows up next to me and orders himself a drink and offers me another one.

"Still good," I say, holding up an almost-full bottle.

“I was starting to think you were leaving with the other guy,” he says. The smile is open, a little teasing. “The one you stepped away to talk to.”

“Old friend,” I say. “It's complicated.”

He's Adam. I introduce myself as Ramya. Aria Patel gets the weekend off. This one is for me. The attraction is immediate and uncomplicated. No mentoring required for this guy. No Indian cultural landmines to worry about. No virgin to teach. Just a tall, beautiful man undressing me with his eyes.

Conversation comes easy, and it's apparent to me that I've encountered a skilled player in the wild. Adam is going to try to close me for sex. I play hard to get just enough to make him chase harder, enjoying the banter and attention. He offers another drink, which I decline.

"I have to be able to drive," I say.

"Maybe I want you to need a ride from me," he says with a cocky grin.

"I just want to be able to drive. I can choose whatever destination suits me."

Thankfully my lame pick-up lines don't repel him. Adam's gaze is flicking back and forth to my breasts that are straining against the tight shirt with nipples poking through. He made up his mind ten minutes ago he wants to fuck me. I'm actually pretty good at this stuff back when I was just giving away blow jobs for fun. But Adam is going to get all of me.

Aria's country villa is booked as a short-term rental. My apartment would do in a pinch, but it's not so impressive. Luckily, my lover for the evening is prepared to host. I agree to drive to his place for the next drink.

Adam has a proper bachelor pad with an open kitchen, low lighting, big windows, and an expensive couch that has never seen a child’s toy. I tease him about it while he pours two more drinks we abandon almost immediately.

“This is quite a bachelor pad,” I say, looking around.

“Ouch.” He grins. “Accurate, though.”

The sex starts in the kitchen. He gets the skater skirt up around my waist, discovers the lack of panties with a low, appreciative sound, and drops to his knees. His mouth is confident and generous. I come quickly standing up with one hand braced on the island.

He finally leads me to the bed. I cover my tits with my arms as the bra slides off, nervous and shy for the first time in ages. He grins and pulls my arms away to look. "I've lost some weight..." I start, my breasts hanging heavy and low with stretch marks showing. Bloated nipples point to the floor.

He lifts them and grins, and I know it's going to be okay. He slides out of his shirt. Six pack of course. This man is a Greek god and could be chiseled out of marble. His pants come off, and his erection is bigger than average, but not so huge I have to worry. He grins and pulls out a condom. I nod appreciatively. Although it's humbling to be on the other side of this. He doesn't know where I've been. He doesn't want to get me pregnant.

Adam sinks in slow, his eyes going wider with each inch. "Wow. Holy shit, Ramya, that's tight pussy."

I grin and clamp down as he begins his first withdrawal. "Wasn't expecting that?"

He closes his eyes and stills, then grins. "Not exactly, geez."

"Don't come too fast, I want to enjoy you for a while."

"I'll try," he laughs.

Adam fucks me like someone who has paid attention to women’s bodies for years. The kissing is perfect. He works his cock in me with perfect precision. Perfect pacing, perfect angles, perfect touch as his hands wander. I rapidly come twice in missionary position.

This is the best sex I've ever had. I love mentoring virgins, but here I can let go and be completely uninhibited. The only other sex I had for me was when I was deflowered. It was great, but now I'm not in pain, and I have skills.

"I want you in doggie," he groans against my ear.

I nod and move to my hands and knees. Adam is a very appreciative lover, and the compliments I get on my ass and the way I move back against him spur me. He'd detected my insecurity about my breasts, and after a few minutes in doggie style listening to his praise, I'm even twisting my torso to make them flop more for him. My fourth orgasm of the night hits when I'm on my hands and knees, and I never come in doggie pose.

I come two more times riding him on top, then Adam finally announces he's close. After being served this well, I offer him a facial, which he happily accepts. Off comes the condom, and Adam shoots a big load past my outstretched tongue into my mouth, then puts a few globs on my left cheek and chin for fun.

"You avoided my eyes and my hair. Thanks," I say after swallowing his load.

He gets a washcloth and wipes up the cum from my face, then surprises me with a tender kiss with his load still fresh on my breath.

There's an impressive wet spot where my bum rested during the oral and missionary. He slides a towel over it and takes me into his arms. I lie there damp and loose-limbed and think, distantly, that this is what sex is supposed to feel like when it's only for me.

I don't know what is supposed to happen next. When I used to hook up with guys and blow them, I always leave if I'm at their place. Staying makes them get clingy or bolder to try to fuck my pussy.

"Stay over, Ramya."

"Okay. I wasn't sure how this works," I admit.

Adam and I talk for two hours in bed. He's an incredible listener and good at getting me to open up. I don't tell him about my escort business, but he finds out all about my work and the Indian culture. I even confess to losing my virginity only a few months before after waiting for marriage. He doesn't pry for details.

I sleep surprisingly well in his arms. I wake to the smell of breakfast and coffee.

Adam is in the kitchen in sleep pants and nothing else, his abs looking even more appetizing in the morning light. He sets a plate of eggs and toast in front of me.

“I’d like to see you again,” he says. "I can take you on a proper date if you're interested."

I raise an eyebrow over my coffee. “This isn't a one-night stand?”

He has the grace to look faintly embarrassed. “For the first time in a while, I'm interested in getting to know someone better."

But I think of my fucked up Indian culture, my arranged marriage destiny that has eluded me. I think of my new business. I am a whore for money. Adam deserves better. I give a soft smile and hesitate.

Adam gives a small, crooked smile. “And you're going to reject me. Weirdly enough, I think I finally understand how women feel after a night with me. It’s disorienting.”

I laugh, surprised into it. “I’m waiting on an arranged marriage,” I remind him. It's part of the whole truth anyway. "I like having fun until then. That’s all this is.”

"I'm sorry to hear that, but I respect it."

"You are dangerous, Adam. If I spend too much time with you, I won't want to marry an Indian."

Adam doesn't respond. Women are irresistibly drawn to him, and I am no exception.

"But if you call me, I might decide it's worth the risk. That was the best sex I've ever had."