A random post on reddit turned into me eating a girl our in the middle of her office

It was a Sunday night. I’d already committed myself to bed, to be honest.
But was mindlessly scrolling Reddit, when suddenly something popped up in my inbox. I opened it. It was a response to a post I'd made a while ago (since deleted), about
potentially eating a girl out near Noida. The reply was clearly from a throwaway
account. But it said, "I'm around Noida often, and have my own place. Thought
I'd reach out." And I got an instant hard-on. Not every day you get a response
to a horny post online. We started talking. And vibing. Moved to a different platform.
Turned out, she lived 10 min away from me. Told her as much.

We continued talking for a few hours. She was cool. Responded quickly.
Flirtatious. The dream. I tried to charm it up as best as I could :P
Then I took the plunge. Asked her, "What is she up to now?” In response, she
sent me a pic of her alone, with her legs visible, in what looked like a studio
space. It was a clear sign. So I confirmed, "Are you alone?"
"Yes," she responded.
Had to take the risk.
"Can I come over?"
"Yes," again.

By this point, my heart was pounding because:
(a) It was 1 AM Monday morning.
(b) This was turning out to be too good to be true. What if this was some random
scammer?

But I was in too deep by this point. I was thinking from my groin, and my groin alone.
We both were. I asked for her location, which she promptly sent me. I pulled out the
car, kept some condoms with me, and bounced. Thought all the while, this
horniness will get me killed some day. I reached the location she'd sent me. But
her house (as she'd described it) was nowhere to be found. So I drove around the
neighbourhood a little more.

She was trying to guide me over messages, but no luck. She sent me a new location,
which was a little further away from the old one. So I was a little suspicious now.
And also, there seemed to be a car following me? Or so I thought. I drove
around in circles till that car vanished, and I breathed a slight sigh of relief. A few
minutes later, I found the place. I parked the car and cautiously step out. She was
waiting at the gate. In a skirt. Curly hair. Tube top. Looking hot as ALL hell. Now
I was feeling a little more vindicated in my decision-making process ;)

She took me in. It was an interior design studio, on the ground floor while her parents lived on the first. She'd put a mattress on the
floor. As soon as I entered, she closed the door behind me, jumped on me, and we
started making out. I didn't get any chance to take in my surroundings, but oh
well. Wasn't really there for the surroundings :P. We got to the mattress. I,
politely, pushed her on to the floor. She had these massive tits, which I pulled out
and start sucking on. She was curvy in all the right places. Incredible tits,
incredible ass. Fantastic lips.

We were making out wildly. My hands ran all over her. Her hands ran all
over me. I was throbbing at this point. I put my hands up her skirt, and felt her
sopping wet in her underwear. She smelled sooo fucking good. I pulled her panties
down and went down on her. Circling her clit with my tongue. But she pulled me back up.
"I want to feel your dick first."

I, obviously, had no issues with that ;). I pulled down my pants, rubbed her pussy a
little more, played with her nipples a little more, kissed her a little more. And entered
her warm, soft, tight-as-fuck pussy. And started stroking. Instantly realizing I
don't have a condom on. I pulled out to wear it, and she pulled me back.
"I hope your pullout game is good," she asked.
"The best," I responded.

Neither of us could really hold back, or think about anything other than
missionary, tbh. We were both so “bricked” up. She felt incredible. I’d already
masturbated that morning (if only I’d known what the future held), so I was not
proud of my dick-game that day. But she felt too good. I came all over her
thighs and cute little tummy. So I had to “make up” for it. I went down on her.
She was clean down there. Tasted sweet, and slightly salty. Like good clean
pussy. My favourite. I started flicking her clit with my tongue. She whispered, “Put
your fingers in me.” I obliged. I could feel her thighs tightening against my head. I
kept going.
"Harder," she asked. I obliged again.

I could feel her body writhing. Hear her moan. It motivated me to keep going,
even though my tongue and forearm were both cramping. I kept going. Soon,
she was cumming all over my tongue. I went for a few more seconds. Overstimulation is one of my favourite things. Until she pulled away.

She had a satisfied look on her face. We both laid next to each other, drank some water,
and chatted for another hour or so. Fun, flirty conversations. By the time it was
3 AM, I started to head back. Dressed up. Cleaned up. Gave each other some more
kisses, complimented each other's skills, and said our goodbyes.

I drove away, more than alive. Listening to music.