72 5 Hours With A MILF In Lockdown 8211 Part 2 First Time Blowjob
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Before we begin, here’s some basic info about me: I’m fair-skinned, wear big round glasses, and my hair is always a mess. Thus many people lovingly call me Harry Potter. I’m 5-11 and have a 5.5″ cock. I’m a fitness freak and have a slim body. I’m also an intellectual, love films and books, and I am fun to talk to.
Although Ved Varma is not my real name (and I’ve also changed other people’s names in the story), all of these are real events. I’ve tried my best to document them in the most realistic way possible. Just as they happened to me in real life.
I’ve always been a huge fan of ISS and never dreamed I’d be posting here. This story starts off slow, but if you stick around, you’ll be rewarded later on. Because I’m a professional writer, I can express my story nicely and in a detailed way, and I hope you enjoy it.
I shifted to Mumbai around the beginning of 2020. In Pune, my previous hometown, I’d always been a complete loser. I had never had a girlfriend and any big achievements. I saw all the people I grew up with going out with girls, going on to university, getting real jobs and stuff, and getting ahead of me.
I stayed at home all day and made money on the Internet. I posed as a professional ghostwriter. Whenever I got orders to write any content, I copied everything off the Internet. Some of my clients found out about it, some didn’t. I made enough money doing it, but obviously, it was wrong.
I felt like a ghost, forgotten by everyone I knew and trusted. But when I shifted along with my family to Mumbai, I made a decision to change. I decided I will become an attractive, fit, and happy person.
All this effort was directed at finding a girlfriend. I’d always been a lonely person and craved love, so having a girlfriend was the ultimate goal for me.
There were two flats on each floor of the building we moved into (total 13 floors). We were occupying both the flats on the 7th floor (both 3BHK). For the first few weeks in the new home, things went really well. I joined a gym, started waking up early in the morning, meditated, and started doing my job honestly.
I also started my No-Fap journey. I’d been addicted to porn for years (in Pune, I jerked off 3 times every day). But now I wanted to be able to control my urges. Now and again, I relapsed, but the period in between got longer and longer each time, so I figured I was improving.
In a short time, I had made a lot of progress and got a lot of looks from girls whenever I went out, which motivated me to improve further. But, of course, then it all went to shit.
In mid-March, a lockdown was ordered all over India due to the COVID-19 pandemic. The gym I went to closed down, and my parents didn’t allow me to go anywhere outside. All things just sort of slowed down to a halt around the world. As a result, my enthusiasm for a new life started wearing off.
But it wasn’t all that bad. The new place had a great 65″ 4K TV and a high-end Bose surround-sound system. So I watched many movies and rediscovered my love for films. I also started doing my own writing projects besides the ones that I was ordered by my clients to do.
On top of that, I also started running. There was a running track at a 3-minute-long walk from the house. That’s the only outdoor exercise I could do safely while maintaining distance from others. So, I bought a fitness band and ran for 3 miles each day at 5 PM.
Soon it became mechanical and habitual. I ran the same distance each day and even burned the same number of calories. It was almost robotic, and I never missed a day.
Even though I was Internet-addicted at one point, I’d always thought online dating was very fake and pretentious. I had also never really gotten involved in social media that much. I used some apps like Instagram from time to time, but it wasn’t really my thing.
Plus, since the only place I ever went to was the track, there was not much of a chance that I’d find a girlfriend. So I just gave up on my dream for quite a while. I instead tried to love myself a bit, find happiness in my own company. That worked, but it didn’t take me very far. I still felt like something was missing.
As April came around, I started getting really anxious and sad. On the 26th was my birthday and I was going to turn 21. I turned 21 years old and had never had a girlfriend and had never slept with a woman. Thinking that I felt horrible about myself.
As you might expect, all the days up to the 26th rolled around really slowly. I still went on my daily run. But it was just another daily habit and didn’t make me feel anything. I became afraid of life and didn’t want to face anything. Got up very late every day and went to bed very early.
On the big day, the 26th, I woke up in a cold sweat early in the morning and cried. On the bed, I put on my headphones and listened to some of my favorite songs. I looked around my room and couldn’t help but think about just how lonely, miserable, and boring I was.
I couldn’t help but cry and feel shameful for the kind of loser I had become. I put my phone in Airplane mode so my friends wouldn’t be able to call me. I spent many more hours in my room, just hanging around and wasting time. In the evening, my parents decided to do something for me.
They knew I didn’t like traditional birthday parties, so they just told me to take a shower and get ready. We’d go out to some eateries that were still open to get dinner. I didn’t feel like it but didn’t want to turn them down. Besides, it would be a refreshing change. I hadn’t been out of the area for so long.
After we came back, I got out of the car and walked over to the reception area to enter the lift. I was alone because the others in the car still hadn’t gotten out. I got in, pressed the 7th-floor button, and waited for the doors to close. Then I saw Varsha for the first time.
She’d also gone out somewhere and had just parked her car as well and was entering the reception area. She saw me standing in the lift and gestured me to keep it open. I did, and seeing that there was nobody else around, I felt a surge of excitement within me.
She fully fit the title of . Big titties, long legs, all that stuff. She was wearing a tight black sweatsuit and looked like she’d just had a workout. She had fair skin and long, dark hair, was about 5ft6in (shorter than me). I’d guess she was in her mid-30s.
I found it pretty odd that I was getting excited, though. My goal was always to get with a girl my age, not with an older woman. Maybe it was because of a lack of hope of achieving my original goal, or maybe I was just straight-up attracted to her sexually. Whatever it was, I got pretty excited.
I maintained some distance from her when she got in. She told me to press the 12th-floor button because she typed something on her phone, and I did. My mind was running at full speed, coming up with some kind of conversation starter. I didn’t want to miss my chance like I had many times before in Pune.
What’s the worst that can happen, I thought. She’ll find me boring and not reply to what I say, or maybe even find me creepy and avoid me after that? That’s nothing compared to not even trying and thinking about it constantly afterward, imagining what could’ve happened if I had acted differently.
I decided to get out of my head and said, “You must have a nice view of the city from up there. All I see from my window is a tree and some squirrels who constantly poop on the window railing.”
She chuckled.
Success, I thought.
“You can come and see if you like,” she said.
I couldn’t control my feelings, and I even struggled to stand straight.
“Nice… when?” I somehow sputtered out.
“Tomorrow. Anytime you like. My name’s Varsha.”
“I’m Ved. So… great… nice… thanks….”
The lift door opened, and I bumped my leg when I walked out, which made her chuckle again. I couldn’t believe what had just happened when I went inside the house and tried to make sense of it all. I’d never had an actual conversation with a woman like her before.
On top of that, , so it was difficult for me to digest. It took me a few minutes to get my mind running again.
Had my big lucky break finally come?
After I calmed down a bit, I realized that it wasn’t all that perfect. What if she had someone else living with her? What if I had misread her, and if she genuinely just wanted me to show her the view from her flat? I’d always been bad at reading people, so I couldn’t trust my judgment.
Plus, it would be incredibly awkward for my family to know that I was visiting some random lady on the 12th floor. If they found out what my actual intentions were, I’d be homeless in the blink of an eye. Nobody except me can know about this, I decided.
Even if I had misread her intentions, she still had invited me to her flat, and it would be rude to not visit. I had to go once and see how it went. But I had to hide it. If I was going to hide it successfully, my best chance was to visit her when I went for my daily run.
If I didn’t screw it up, I could hide my movements properly, and nobody would ask any questions. So, how would I achieve this? I sat down and did some thinking.
The first thing I had to take care of was the time. It couldn’t be more than 30 minutes. That’s how long my run took, and if I stayed out any longer, everybody at home would start asking questions.
The second thing was the sweat. When I came back from my run, I looked as if someone had just thrown a bucket of water on my head. That’s how sweaty I was. Any less sweat and my parents would start thinking I was hanging out with other people rather than running.
The area we lived in wasn’t that great, and my parents didn’t want me mixing with the locals. So, I had to make sure I gave them the impression that I had a solid run. Otherwise, they wouldn’t allow me to go out of the house, especially with the virus spreading around.
The track wasn’t directly visible from any window from the house. So I didn’t have to worry about anybody peeking out and finding out I wasn’t there. That wouldn’t be a problem. But I couldn’t get into the lift and go directly to her flat.
I would have to first go to the ground floor (as expected), wait for a minute, then take another lift directly to the 12th floor. Based on these observations, I planned my first visit. I couldn’t sleep that night. My mind was bursting with possibilities, but I controlled it.
I also didn’t jerk off imagining her either, as any other guy would. I had started another No-Fap streak, and at Day 30, this was my longest one yet. I was thankful for that because it helped me control my mind.
“If it doesn’t go my way, it would be a one-time thing anyway,” I told myself. If things didn’t turn out to be as I expected, I didn’t want to be too disappointed. As it is, life was full of disappointments at that time.
I remember the next day clearly, the 27th, my first visit to Varsha’s flat. I couldn’t think about anything else that day. I was insanely curious about what would happen, but as always, I controlled my urges and didn’t let it show on my face.
I made sure I pretended like it was just another day. I took a shower, I worked on my computer. I watched TV, ate lunch, read a book, and took a nap, yadda yadda yadda. Then came 4:30 PM. I double-checked my plan and ran it through my mind, again and again, trying to find any loopholes.
But it just didn’t work. I had barely slept the night before, and my mind was filled with junk and was totally exhausted. So, I just gave up control. “What’s gonna happen is gonna happen. I just need to do my best,” I told myself.
At 4:55 PM, I started getting ready for my ‘run.’ I put on my fitness band, socks, sports shoes, face mask, ate a banana (for energy), and called the lift. I stepped inside and pressed the ground floor button. Once there, I got out, walked around the reception area for a minute.
Then called the lift again and pressed the 12th-floor button. Counting the time wasted in the reception area, I set a timer of 29 minutes on my fitness band. I closed my eyes and focused on my breath to calm down and be able to act normal. I didn’t want to look like a junkie when I talked to Varsha.
Then, after a few deep breaths, I reached the 12th floor. One door didn’t have any label on it, and the other was labeled “Ms. Varsha Kulkarni.”
I stood outside the lift doors for a minute and made sure I was presentable. I dusted off my clothes and used the front camera on my phone to make sure I didn’t look like an idiot. Then I walked to the door, stood straight, and rang the doorbell.
“This is it, no going back now,” I thought.
I hope you enjoyed my story up till now. Believe me, in the next part, things get real hot!
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