In the serene, tree-lined suburbs of Pune, where old bungalows hid behind high compound walls and bougainvillea crept over iron gates, Mahesh Sharma lived with his 22-year-old daughter, Bhavya. He had raised her alone after her mother left when Bhavya was barely three. Now, fresh out of college and staying home while she figured out her future, the house felt smaller, warmer, and far more dangerous than it ever had. Mahesh was 45, still powerfully built from years in the construction business. Salt-and-pepper hair, strong arms, and quiet confidence. Bhavya had grown into a breathtaking young woman — long, wavy auburn hair, bright green eyes she inherited from her mother, and a body that curved generously in all the right places. She moved around the house in tiny shorts and loose tank tops, completely at ease, unaware — or perhaps fully aware — of the effect she had on him. It began innocently. Late-night movies on the large sofa in the living room. Bhavya would curl into his side li...
It was during the strict COVID lockdown in 2020. Everything was shut down in Bangalore, and most of us were stuck working from home with barely any excitement. One evening, while scrolling through an old dating app, I noticed a match from a few months earlier — Priya — was still showing active in the city. We had chatted casually before but never met because of work.
I messaged her asking what she was up to the next day. She replied that she was house-sitting for her boss’s flat in Indiranagar while her own family had gone to their native place. She was bored and invited me over to smoke some weed and have a few drinks. With nothing better to do under lockdown restrictions, I agreed and reached her place the next afternoon, carefully following all the movement rules.
After a couple of joints and some chilled wine, we were lying comfortably on the big living room couch, listening to soft lo-fi beats. The vibe was relaxed and intimate. I turned towards her, rested my head on her soft chest, and leaned in for a kiss. She responded eagerly, and soon we were making out passionately, our hands exploring each other.
I slowly moved down, kissing her neck, then her breasts, and finally went between her thighs. Priya was already wet. I licked and sucked her clit gently at first, then faster, sliding my tongue inside her. She moaned loudly, gripping my hair as she came hard, her juices covering my mouth and chin. She hadn’t been touched properly in a long time, and her body was trembling with need.
I positioned myself and slid my hard cock into her soaked pussy in one smooth thrust. Priya gasped and wrapped her legs around me. “Oh fuck… it feels so good,” she whispered as I started moving deeper. She was incredibly tight and responsive, moaning with every stroke. We fucked intensely for almost twenty minutes in the hot, sweaty Bangalore afternoon — the kind of raw, passionate sex that lockdown loneliness makes even better.
When I couldn’t hold back anymore, I pulled out and came all over her smooth stomach and breasts, thick ropes painting her skin. It was messy, hot, and incredibly satisfying.
We stayed naked on the couch afterward, talking casually while she gently played with my balls. After some time, Priya suddenly became quiet and confessed, “I thought I would feel guilty about this… but I don’t.”
I asked her why she expected to feel guilty. She bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and then told me the truth — she had a boyfriend of almost two years. They had only recently started having raw sex, and yet she had let me cum inside her without a second thought that very day. She shrugged with a naughty smile and said she couldn’t explain why, but being with me felt different… more exciting.
Before I could fully process it, she leaned down and took my cock back into her warm mouth, sucking me slowly and lovingly. We ended up fucking two more times that evening — once on the couch and once in the bedroom, going harder each round.
I had been there for nearly three hours when I finally said I should head home before it got too late and risky with lockdown rules. Every time I tried to pull my shorts up, Priya would playfully pull them back down and start sucking me again. It felt amazing, but I was also worried about her boyfriend suddenly showing up.
I eventually left, but that was just the beginning. We kept hooking up secretly for the next two months during the lockdown, always at that same house or my place when it was safe. One night she even admitted that she used to masturbate thinking about me even before we met, and that I made her wetter than her boyfriend ever could.
It gave my ego a huge boost, though a small part of me did feel bad for her boyfriend. Still, the thrill of having this beautiful, horny girl who couldn’t get enough of me during those lonely lockdown days was something I’ll never forget. Our secret meetings added a dangerous, addictive spark to that otherwise boring pandemic time in Bangalore.
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