It was a regular day at the office, just like any other. My desk was a bit messy, but the certificates on the wall made me feel proud. Around 11:30 AM, I went for my coffee break. When I came back, I saw two girls passing by my desk. They stopped for a moment to look at my certificates. I said, “Excuse me, can I help you?” They quickly said, “No, we’re just looking around.” They seemed to be Indian, maybe from Kerala, and one of them was dressed modestly, in a traditional outfit. She looked at the certificates and said, “You’ve done a lot of good work, huh?” I just smiled and said, “Yep!” There was something about her that stuck in my mind.

Later that day, by chance, we met again on the metro. We said “Hi” and as the train got more crowded, we had to move closer to find space. Her friend was busy on her phone, but the girl in the traditional dress was standing close to me. With every bump of the train, her back brushed against my chest. I could feel the warmth of her body, and it was hard to ignore the tension building between us. My heart was racing, and I could tell she felt it too.

Numbers exchanged for official reasons but We started texting that evening, and the conversation quickly became more personal. There was a spark, something we both felt. We decided to meet again, this time in a nearly empty movie theater. We sat in the back row, away from everyone else. The movie was playing, but neither of us was paying attention. The air between us was thick with anticipation.

I reached for her hand, and at first, she pulled away. But on the second try, she let me hold it. Her fingers intertwined with mine, and I could feel her pulse quicken. My elbow brushed against her side, and she leaned in slightly, her breath catching. I whispered something in her ear, my lips barely touching her skin, and she shivered. Her body was tense, like she was holding back, but I could tell she wanted this as much as I did.

My hand moved to her waist, and she didn’t pull away. Instead, she leaned into my touch, her breathing deeper now. The layers of clothes between us felt like a challenge, but also a tease. I could feel her warmth, the softness of her body, and it was intoxicating. Our eyes met, and in that moment, words weren’t needed. We both knew what was happening.

My fingers traced the curve of her waist, and she let out a soft sigh, her body arching slightly. My hand moved higher, exploring her stomach, and I could feel her trembling with anticipation. When my fingers brushed against the edge of her bra, she gasped, her eyes closing as she gave in to the feeling. I could feel her heart racing, and I knew she was as lost in the moment as I was. Everything which happened from here was something which everyone would wish to happen everytime or atleast for the first time in light of somethings very controlled but allowed to explore relaxing a control every now and then. The rest of the story is restricted for a private conversation only for those who dilute some controls every now and then ;)