I have contributed a small amount under several names on various websites. Women readers are one asset of Sex4Stories. Although I’ve read accounts of readers having sex, I’ve never really given them much credence. Things shifted. I apologize if my narration of events over the past 30 days seems a bit sluggish; the whole tale has to be told in something of a thorough manner. I believe it’s crucial to provide an honest and factual story.
This narrative is different from some of my past ones, which were heavily reliant on fantasies that stemmed from actual occurrences and centered the characters on maids. Since it is a current chapter in my life and is as authentic, current, and live as it can be, it demands more care and attention to detail in its depiction. Moreover, Veena (use any name; I used Veena as a neutral pseudonym) requested it to be that way. Actually, she came up with the idea for me to write this. She wanted everyone to hear our tale since it all seemed so unbelievable, yet everything occurred so quickly.
Veena contacted me via email. I was taken aback and assumed it was a joke. I feel strange now because I ignored so many prior emails that I thought were jokes. However, the tone of the chat and the message appeared sincere this time.
Veena identified herself as a Kerala teacher. She wanted to move from Cochin to Bangalore or Mumbai, had completed her MBA, and was looking for work. She gave her age as 24.
I was afraid to go into too much because all of a sudden, I realized that almost everything she was saying was true, and I had a child around that age myself. But Veena was not put off by that.
We were conversing over Google Chat when the topic of the narrative I had written, as well as her likes and desires, came up. She freely acknowledged that she frequently engaged in regular masturbation and that she enjoyed reading porn but did not enjoy viewing porn. She also expressed her desire to experience a threesome.
We quickly got off topic to chat about sex, and I was genuinely shocked by how attuned to her emotions and how fearless she came across. I asked her several times whether she was sure about this, but she continued answering in the affirmative, saying things like, “I want sex because my boyfriend broke up with me.”
After a few weeks of sexting, I found out that the mallu girl was leaving for Bangalore by plane and that I had a first-class coupe reservation on the train that day to Goa. We agreed to catch an afternoon performance at an abandoned movie theater, have lunch, and then board the train to Goa as there were around 12 hours between her airplane landing and our train departure.
I saw Veena at the airport first. She was just 5 feet 2 inches tall, compared to my over 6 feet presence. She had a busty curve. Wearing a tight outfit that flaunted her curves and shape, she exuded confidence. Her gown was well over her knees and barely revealed her voluptuous behind. She strolled with confidence, wore sunglasses, and carried a red purse. It seemed like everyone was moving in slow motion as they watched her stroll, giving the impression that she was a movie star.
