15 comments/ 88111 views/ 12 favorites Fun with Deepak Ch. 01 By: Babli5 Author's note: I hope you will enjoy this story. Please don't forget to vote and leave feedback after you finish it. Happy reading. :o) * * * * * The day this incident happened, I was feeling horny right from the moment Mrs. Sahukar walked into the class. She was wearing a plain dark red sari that looked incredible against her fair skin. I already had a crush on her, but that day, as I sat on the first bench, all I could do was fantasize about her. She looked very desirable, her black hair plaited and red sari against her fair soft skin. Her figure was great, not too thin, but just right and curvy. I could run my hands over that soft skin, taking handfuls here and there and squeezing them. I had often wondered how she kept such a nice figure even after three kids. She was young, but usually, after giving birth, women most of the time got fat and unshapely. Mrs. Sahukar was still very sexy. When she walked into the classroom, my thoughts immediately went to sex. My gaze fell on her blouse, which was partially hidden behind her transparent chiffon sari. She wore nice blouses, low-cut and sexy. As she started teaching, my eyes rested on her blouse and on the fair skin of her tummy that peeked out from between her blouse and where she tied her sari at her waist. I always sat on the first bench in her class for this reason, so that I could see her. My hands gripped the wooden bench tightly as I imagined running them over her stomach, feeling the softness, or over her blouse, cupping her generous breasts. My head was filled with thoughts of her all throughout the class. I had completely undressed her and was sucking on her sweet nipples by the time the bell rang, and I was really very aroused. The foremost thought in my head was to get home and masturbate to the image of Mrs. Sahukar stripping out of that red sari. With this in mind, I walked towards the bus stop and almost immediately my bus was there. I saw that it was filled with people, and for a moment, I wondered if I should let this one go and wait for the next one, but then a naughty thought came into my mind. I could have some additional fun here! I got on the bus and of course there was no place to sit. I squeezed through to the middle of the bus where the ladies' area stopped, and the males' area began. This was the best place for me to stand as I was very horny and wanted someone to press against me. Some man would be better than a girl, as girls are usually not that broad-minded and finding girls who didn't mind squeezing together on a bus were hard to find. Standing there, I waited for someone to come and stand behind me. My ride in the bus was a long one as my college was far from my home and I hoped sooner or later someone would come and press himself against my bottom. At every stop, people got on and off the bus and it got even more packed as it went on. I was moved even more into the back area and I moved to stand against the pole in the bus. I held on to it with my right hand, and put my bag near my feet so my hands were free. I was packed in from every side. Wherever I turned, there were people with their backs to me. I wondered whether to approach the girl in front of me, especially as her ass was looking very inviting, but as I was thinking that, I felt someone move behind me and I felt a faint touch against my ass. I stood still -- it might have been an accident, but soon it came again... and again. First it was with the motion of the bus, so that maybe the person could be excused if I took offence, but then gradually, it got bolder and I felt the person leaning into me. I moved my ass back slightly, to let him know it was okay. Maybe that was all the encouragement he needed, because then he also pressed his hips to my soft ass and I could feel a hardness pressing into me from behind. As the bus moved over the potholes in the road, he wiggled against me, all the while pushing into my bottom. I could feel his breath on my neck. It was difficult to keep pressing into each other as the bus moved. The best time was when the bus braked, because then he was thrown against me and I could feel him taking the opportunity and grinding his hard cock into me from behind. It felt so good! I was also pressing my bottom back onto his cock. I felt his left hand settle onto my ass a little hesitantly. I welcomed the touch. I wanted him to feel my soft, round ass. He started squeezing my ass when he found that I didn't resist. I moved back more into his hand. It felt very good. After a few minutes of pinching my ass, I felt his other hand near my right shoulder. "Excuse me, can I hold this pole?" he asked in a low voice, almost in my ear. I nodded and moved a little to my left side, allowing him to take support from the pole. He moved his hand into the space between my body and the pole, and slowly his hand travelled to the front and rubbed against my boob. My chunni was up, near my neck and my boobs were open to anybody to see his hand there. I was worried about being seen, but I liked the sensation very much. 'Let him do it for one or two minutes, then I will move it away,' I thought. His hand moved more towards the front and he cupped my whole boob in one hand and pressed it. I felt very good and my pussy started reacting to it. I was feeling my wet juices come out of my pussy and I could feel my panty getting wet and slippery with my juices. With every motion of the bus, I could feel my pussy throbbing and my pussy lips rubbed slickly against each other. I kept thrusting my ass against his hard cock and I wished I was at a less public place, I might have even allowed him to suck my boobs and finger my pussy, but we were in a crowded bus and the only contact we had was what we were doing. After a few moments, I got afraid that maybe someone will see his hand on my boob and object, so I moved my hand and took hold of his fingers that were pressing my breast. I gently tried to push him away, but he resisted. His hand was rough and manly. I felt nice touching his hand, and a craziness came over me. I wanted that hand to touch my naked breasts, but I knew that was not possible, so I took his hand and pressed it hard against my breast. He also cupped my breast and squeezed it very hard and then while removing his hand, he also took hold of my nipple and pinched it very hard too. If before my pussy was leaking juices, now it was overflowing -- I was so aroused. After that, he removed his hand from my breast, but then I felt his left hand come back where it was, on my ass. He was getting very bold now and was moving his hand around on my ass, touching it all over, trying to press into the line between my ass cheeks. I moved forward to give him space, but because of my kurta, he could not touch me as he wanted. Then he moved his hand to my side, and before I could realise what he was doing, he slipped it inside the side slit of the kurta. Now his hand was inside and I didn't know how to react. We were in a bus and if anyone saw us, it would be very bad. I looked around towards the people surrounding us, but most of them had their backs to us, and we were surrounded and packed so closely that no one could see what was going on at waist-level anyway so I let it be. I also wanted him to touch me. He moved his hand to my tummy and rested it against my naked skin. Oh, it felt so nice! Finally, I had that rough hand touching me. He held my waist and started pressing into me from behind. Now it was better as we were moving as one body and the motion of the bus could not separate us. He was also giving little thrusts like he wanted to plunge his hard cock inside my asshole from behind and fuck me like that. My wetness was spreading and I was holding my legs tight together so that it won't flow down my thighs. My panty was probably sopping wet already, so that wouldn't stop my juices from making everything else wet also. As he was thrusting into me, a stop came and the bus stopped. We also stopped moving and became still. My mind screamed for him to push his cock into my ass again, but I knew we had to stand still until the bus moved. I was feeling very impatient as the bus stayed still to unload and get more and more passengers. Just when I felt that my horniness could not wait any longer, I felt his hand that was inside my dress move down. He tried to stuff it inside my salwar, but it was tied too securely for him to reach inside too much. His fingers were inside and he was wriggling them around, trying to thrust more of his hand inside. I wanted so desperately for him to touch my pussy, because I knew I would reach orgasm if only he touched me and stroked my pussy at that moment. I moved a little, trying to suck my stomach in, hoping that will give him more space, but he jammed his hand in and it was stuck halfway inside. He was touching the top of my mound. The tips of his rough fingers rubbed me a little, but both of us were impatient for more contact. I wanted his hand between my legs. The bus started moving, and he got his hand out and moved it down over my salwar. 'What a good idea', I thought. As his hand moved down, I separated my legs slightly to give him space to touch between my legs. It was a brilliant move. His hand slipped in and I could feel him reaching down and cupping my throbbing and wet pussy. Even though he was touching me over my panty and salwar, it felt like heaven to have his solid hand there, touching me. I shifted my hips back and forwards, rubbing against his hand. He settled his hand over my pussy, and started squeezing it. He held me like that with one hand between my legs and started thrusting into me from behind again, with the motion of the bus. It felt great with his hard cock pressing into my soft ass and his rough hand cupping my pussy. I was sure his hand was wet from my juices. He worked out a nice rhythm. As he thrust into my ass from behind, he simultaneously squeezed my pussy, and then as he moved back, he relaxed his hold and brushed between my legs lightly. This way I was getting a massage also and he was pressing my pussy also. I was so aroused that I knew I would reach orgasm soon. His rhythm got faster and faster, until I felt I could not take it anymore and I moved my hand between my legs and settled it over his hand, pressing hard. He understood and smooshed his hand into my pussy, trying to rub and squeeze both, and I felt a very powerful orgasm rock through my body. I leaned my upper body and against him and felt it tremble through me. I was thankful of the motion of the bus that hid everything from being apparent to the other passengers around us. If he hadn't been there behind me, I knew I would have fallen down, so powerful was my orgasm. Gradually, I got my attention back to my surroundings and glanced outside the bus. my stop was coming in a few minutes. The guy behind me was humping me again, with his hand holding my pussy. 'Let him enjoy for a few minutes more,' I thought. I slipped my hand inside the slit of my kurta too and put it over his hand, rubbing and caressing it. I wished I could touch and stroke his hard cock and make him come. He had given me such a good orgasm and he deserved some nice cock-rubbing too, but I knew I couldn't do it there. So I rubbed his hand, thinking it was his cock there, nestled against my pussy and I massaged it. I took hold of one of his fingers and stroked it up and down, like I would do to his cock if it could be in my hand. I felt his him sigh against my neck. I kept up the stroking and kept increasing the pace, until his thrusts against me suddenly stopped, and he squeezed my pussy again and pressed his hips into my ass hard, so that I could feel his hard cock. I couldn't make out whether he was coming, but I hoped he was. After this, I realised I had to go to the front of the bus because my stop was coming. I hurriedly tried to disengage myself from him. He clutched me as I wriggled, and whispered into my ear. "Deepak." I ignored him and gathered up my bag, moving away, pushing through the people to the front of the bus. My stop came and while I exited, I looked back once into the faces of people, but I could not make out which one he was because there were too many people and I didn't know where I was standing exactly. I stepped down to the ground, and as the bus was moving away, I saw a hand come out of a window in the middle of the bus. In the hand was a piece of paper. By instinct, I reached out and grabbed the paper as the bus started moving. I couldn't catch it, as the bus was moving, so it fell to the ground, but as the bus went away, I looked down at the ground and saw the paper. I bent down to pick it up and read it. On it was written, 'Deepak' and then a phone number. I sent a silent thanks to him for having the presence of mind to write down his number and give it to me, even though I was going away hurriedly. Now at least I had the option of calling him up and talking to him while fingering myself. Phone sex with such a hot and daring guy was sure to be mind-blowing! Maybe I would call him soon... Fun with Deepak Ch. 02 Author's note: I hope you will enjoy this story. Please don't forget to vote and leave feedback after you finish it. Happy reading. :o) * * * * * That night I waited impatiently for my parents to go out to the party they had planned to go to. I was dying to call Deepak. I knew I could call him from home itself; it was before the days of those maddening cellphones or caller ids. In those days, we could enjoy phone sex without thinking of the bad consequences of someone getting to know the phone number and landing up at our house. I miss those days so much! That whole day I had been reliving the moments in the bus. I had had encounters in the bus before where someone had pressed against me and some people had even brushed their hands against my ass or my breasts, but nothing like this. Every time I thought about what happened in the bus that day, the bold way his hands had touched me, my pussy lips swelled and I could feel myself getting hot. I couldn't wait to talk to him on the phone. It took a long time for my parents to get ready to go out but by eight o'clock, they had left and I was alone in the house. I immediately rushed to the phone and dialed the number that Deepak had given me. It took two rings before some female picked up the phone. "Is Deepak there?" I asked, wondering if he was allowed to get phone calls from girls at his house. Anyhow, if he didn't, it wasn't really my problem. He had given me the number himself. She asked my name and I gave her a false name. I could hear the phone being kept back off the hook as she shouted for Deepak that he had a phone call. Ok, first hurdle crossed, I thought to myself. Apparently girls calling him was not a problem. He came to the phone, picked it up and said, "Hello." "I like your voice," I said, with a smile. And it was true. He had a deep, manly voice. That made him pause for a moment. Then he asked, "Can I know who I am speaking to?" "Such a proper way to ask," I teased him. He chuckled on his end. "I am from the bus today..." I said, waiting for him to acknowledge me. "Oh." I waited for a moment for him to add something but the silence built into an awkward moment. "Is that all you can say?" I asked. "No, no. Wait. I am moving the phone away into another room so I can talk," he said. I could hear soft noises of shuffling and then a wooden door closing and the bolt being shut. I couldn't resist teasing him some more. "Why are you moving away? We can talk anywhere, no?" I asked mischievously. "Of course," he replied, a smile in his voice, "But I am hoping there will be need for privacy with the things I want to tell you." "Privacy? Are you going to be indecent with me, Deepak?" I asked. He waited for a moment without replying. "I was already indecent with you this afternoon." That stopped me short. I took a deep breath and was conscious of the lengthening silence between us. He was waiting for my reply to his obvious start to the conversation that we were meant to be having. I plunged in. "Yes... and it was nice." "Just nice?" he asked. "Ok, more than nice," I replied. He sighed. "It was heavenly..." I felt my pussy start releasing its juices. I had been in a high state of arousal all that evening anyway, reliving the things that happened in the bus that day. And his voice and the fact that I was actually talking to him about it made me hot. "What is your name?" he asked suddenly. "You know my name so it's only fair that I know yours," he said. "Babli," I said, giving him my nickname. I was not so stupid as to give him my real name. "Babli, that's a nice name," he said. "It suits you." "How?" I asked. "It is very feminine. And you are very small. I mean, short and sweet, just like your name." I didn't like people referring to my height, especially when they called me short or small. I was a little short but I thought it made me cute. And anyway, he had no business calling me short as I was the perfect height for him to have ground his cock into me from behind. I felt snubbed. "You think I am short?" I asked him a little testily. He backpedaled fast. "No, no. Not like that. I think you're the perfect height. I just thought your name is cute like you." That was better. I liked being called cute. "It was really thoughtful of you to give me your number," I said. "I didn't think you would think to do that and write it and hold it out of the window so fast." He laughed. "Yes. I just didn't want you to go away without giving you a chance to contact me, you know? So I just asked pen and paper from an uncle standing next to me and wrote it out. It was just luck that the uncle had it and I thought of it, otherwise I would have lost you," he confessed. "Yes. It was just luck," I answered back. I was not referring to just the phone number anymore. I thought it was luck that I happened to meet him in the bus that day when I was really horny and needed someone. I had gone into the bus with the express purpose of pressing against someone, but I hadn't thought that my wish would come true in such a wonderful manner. It was truly luck. Maybe Deepak understood what I was referring to. "Yes, it was luck," he said, echoing me in a soft voice. I was tired of this random talk. I wanted to get to the real reason I had called him but didn't know how to steer the conversation to sex talk. I really wanted to talk to him dirty. Again he seemed to sense my thoughts. "You are a daring girl," he said. I smiled. "Yes, but you are daring also," I commented. "True. It was a really full bus and people could have caught us, but when I knew that you were allowing me to touch you, I really couldn't stop myself," he admitted. "I know," I said. "When did you know that it was ok to touch me?" "I don't know... I started by touching you lightly. I knew I could blame it on the motion of the bus and say sorry if you turned out to be one of those prudish girls. But as I kept brushing your behind, you didn't say anything," he said. "Yes, I liked it. I had actually got into that crowded bus just because I wanted someone to press against me," I confessed. "Really?" he asked. "Really," I said. "Oof, I have never met a girl like you," he said and I could hear him sigh. "And then? When you kept brushing me? Then what?" I prompted. "And then I think you pushed back towards my hand slightly? Or maybe I got more bolder and touched you in a way that couldn't be blamed on the motion of the bus anymore. Anyway, before I knew it, I was pressing myself into you." "Yes, I could feel you... hard... against me," I said. This pronouncement was met with a silence. I swallowed out of nervousness and continued. "It felt so good having a hard thing pressing into my soft ass," I whispered. I could hear his indrawn breath on the other side of the line. "What are you wearing?" he suddenly asked. "The same thing I was wearing in the bus today," I answered. "I haven't taken it off yet." "That means you are still...." "Yes. In the same clothes." "No, I meant, you are still wearing the same panties also?" "Yes." Deepak took a deep breath. "What are you wearing?" I asked him. "I changed to a ganji and track bottoms as soon as I came home," he replied. "More comfortable." "Ah ok." "Did you think about me?" he asked next. "Yes," I told him. In fact, I couldn't get my mind off him the whole time. I kept thinking of everything that had happened. "What did you think?" he asked. "Just... about what we did," I replied, coyly. He was having none of it. "What specifically?" he asked. I took up where we had left off. "When you touched my breast and pressed it, it felt so good," I murmured. "It was so soft," he whispered back. His voice was starting to get a little breathless. Mine was too. "And when your big rough hand squeezed my breast, I could hardly contain my sigh of pleasure." "Me too. I was so close to moaning into your hair or your neck, but I had to grit my teeth all the time I was touching you everywhere because it was such a crowded bus.... My God, every time I think about it, it seems like a miracle." "Yes, I know. Especially when you tried to put your hand inside my salwar. I wonder if anybody has touched to that extent in a bus," I said. "I don't know about anybody else, but I have," he said mischievously. I giggled. "Tell me more," he begged. "About how you felt." "Only on one condition," I told him. I wanted something out of this conversation. "What?" he asked immediately. "I want you to touch yourself as we talk," I said. "I am already doing that, Babli," was his tortured groan. I smiled to myself. It was time to do the same then. I settled a little comfortably on the sofa I was sitting on and spread my legs, putting my hand between them, over my salwar. I cupped my pussy as he had done earlier in the day. "What are you doing?" he asked, trying to interpret the sudden silence. "Doing what I asked you to do," I whispered. "Where? Where are you touching yourself?" "Where your hand was in the bus," I replied. "On your breast?" I realized he had touched me in a lot of places. I had to be specific. "No, in the end, when you were touching me... between my legs." "Ah. There. God, yes. I am so grateful that you allowed me to touch you there. It gave me a good grip on you to hold as I was moving against you." "It felt great," I replied, "especially when you were squeezing me down there." I made my hand replicate his motions of earlier that day as I remembered him doing that. I squeezed and released my pussy, the same way he had done as he thrust his hard cock into my round ass from behind me. The only thing missing now was the hard thrusting. I opened my legs a little more, laying my thighs well apart shamelessly as I thought back and squeezed my oozing pussy. My juices had really started leaking now and I could feel myself getting wet through the two layers of my panties and my salwar. "It felt great for me too. Tell me," he said softly, "did you really feel my hardness pressing you?" "Yes," I breathed. "I could feel your cock directly on my ass. Sometimes on one of the cheeks, sometimes in the crack between the two cheeks." A soft moan was my answer to this revelation. "I could feel the outline of it clearly," I said. "What were you wearing? Jeans?" "Yes," he said. His voice had become heavy with arousal now. "Hmm... maybe your zip was also part of the hardness then," I said. "Jeans are great for rubbing against." "Accha? How many jeans have you rubbed against?" he asked. "Oh, a few," I replied nonchalantly. "I told you that was the purpose of my boarding the bus today. I have done it a few times before...or maybe I should say have it done to me. It's always quite good, especially when I was in the mood I was in today. But today you made it extra special. No one had touched me the way you did." "What was your mood today?" he asked. "Horny," I replied simply. "Ah, God. You are quite a girl," he said in a tortured voice. I decided to check up on him. "Are you touching yourself?" "Yes, I told you I am," he replied. "Good. Me too. Wait, let me get this salwar loose," I said. In the silence following that, I loosened the tie of my salwar and slipped my hand inside. I moved the hand over my panty first, but then finding it absolutely soaked, decided to move inside, directly to my pussy. There was heavy breathing on both sides as I was doing this. I decided to move the temperature up a bit. "I have my hand where you didn't touch me," I said into the receiver. "Where?" he asked immediately. "Where you were struggling to put your hand, but it wouldn't go." "Inside your salwar?" he asked. I nodded, before realizing I was on the phone. "Yes," I said out loud. "And inside my panties too," I added for good measure. He groaned again. "Where are you touching yourself?" I asked. "Inside my bottoms too. I have my cock in my hand," he replied. I swallowed and ran my finger into my slippery gash, between my pussy lips. "Are you rubbing it?" I asked. "Yes. In slow movements. What about you?" "I have my middle finger between my pussy lips now," I whispered. "Oh God. That makes me so hard," he said. "You are such a great girl." "I am so wet and slippery down there." "Yes, I can imagine. I could feel you hot and wet even when I was cupping your pussy in the bus. It was so apparent, even through the salwar and panties." "Yes, when I get aroused, I really start to get so drippingly wet," I said. "Tell me what you are doing now." "I have my cock in my fist and I am stroking my hard cock." "Oh God, yes. Does it feel good?" "It's the best feeling in the world. Especially with you whispering into my ear about what you are doing." I agreed. It was something else. He was great to have phone sex with. He was not shy and not intimidated by my forwardness. But I had expected that, with the tone already set by what I had let him do to me in the bus. That's why I was so desperate to talk to him. "You know I have my legs spread wide to touch myself. I am sorry I couldn't spread them more in the bus... there was no space." "I know," he said in a strangled voice. "There were so many people around. But it was okay. I got my hand between your legs to your pussy anyway, didn't I?" "Yes." "And I squeezed your pussy so hard. That felt so satisfying, squeezing your boobs and pussy. Did it hurt?" "A little but it was a nice hurt," I replied. "Especially with the boobs. Once when you pinched my nipples so brutally, I almost shouted." I cradled the phone with my ear and shoulder and moved my second hand to my boobs, replicating the vicious pinch he had executed earlier. I took my engorged nipple between my thumb and fingers and pinched and pulled savagely. The fingers between my legs were already moving back and forth on my clit. "Mmm... yes. You have beautiful, round boobs," he said. "So big, especially for your frame. And your nipples, they were like little hard bullets. I didn't want to hurt you by pinching but they were scraping hard against my palm and I was so mad with trying to touch and squeeze your soft boobs and when you tried to remove my hand, I was mad with desire and took them between my fingers and pinched." "I was afraid someone would see..." I whispered. "That's why I tried to remove your hand. Even though I didn't want you to...." "Yes, I understood it later. But in the heat of the moment, I wanted to keep touching your boobs. I was going to put both hands on them from behind and hold you with both of them squeezed in my hands while pressing into your ass, but you took hold of my hand and moved it." "I am sorry, I didn't want to. I just thought someone would see your hand touching my boob like that," I repeated. He sighed. "Yes, I know. But it was ok. I got to touch your pussy. Maybe if you hadn't removed my hand from you boob, I wouldn't have tried to find an alternate place." I giggled. "True. You know what I really wanted? For you to put your hand inside my salwar and my panties, like I am doing now," I said. I was gently stroking my middle finger back and forth against my clit by then. I was aroused almost to overwhelming levels and I knew it wouldn't be long before I would cum. "Tell me what you are doing," I said. "Stroking my hard cock, up and down, inside my fist. You know what I really want now? I want this to be your hand that is pumping my cock." "I thought about reaching behind me this afternoon in the bus, but then thought that people could make out what we were doing, so didn't. I didn't want to stop what was going on by getting caught. But I wanted to reach my hand back and touch your directly on your hardness. And caress it and squeeze it, like you were rubbing and squeezing my pussy." "Oh, God," he groaned. "I am so hard right now, Babli." "And I am so wet and slippery. I am rubbing my finger harder and faster now. I want you to rub yourself faster too, Deepak. I want you to finish with me, ok?" "Ok," he croaked out. For a while there were just sounds of heavy breathing as we both concentrated on our ends. I flicked my finger back and forth crazily, applying pressure. I closed my eyes and pictured him sitting on a sofa too, his hand disappearing into his track suit bottoms and the front of his bottoms moving wildly as he pumped himself with his hand around his hard cock. "Pump it harder, Deepak," I moaned into the receiver. I could hear his soft groans now as he did what I asked him. My own hands reached a feverish pace and I lifted my hips and ground my clit into my finger and I rubbed it up and down, knowing I was close to my orgasm. "Ahh... God, I am so close... are you getting close too?" I asked between breathless gasps. "Yeah," he replied, elongating that one syllable into a long groan. "Good boy," I said. "I am rubbing myself so hard, Deepak. I wish this was your hand inside my panties, rubbing my clit. It's throbbing so bad, oh God!" I rambled incoherently. My answer was just gasps and moans from the other side. "I have my eyes closed and I am seeing you working your hand up and down your hard cock... feels so good... my hand should be there and your hand should be dipping into my wet pussy... Oh God... this is heavenly..." I continued rambling on with whatever came into my head. I barely knew what I was saying. Suddenly I could hear a difference in the noises coming from the other end. His moans had changed to a single long tone and I imagined him squeezing his cock, on the edge of orgasm. That was all I needed. My finger tripped over my hard clit a couple of times and I felt myself go over the edge. I also let out a large moan as my orgasm shook me from the depth of my belly and between my legs. My pussy spasmed and shuddered in my hand as I pressed down on my clit, milking my clit as I imagined Deepak was milking his cock. I felt my hand sticky with my juices the same I knew his cum had poured all over his fist inside his track suit bottoms. We both were sticky and sated with our orgasms. I could feel him winding down by his breath on the phone. His breathing had evened out a bit, even though he was still gasping a little. "Babli..." he said faintly. "Was it good?" I asked, my own voice scratchy from the breathless state it was in. "It was the best," he answered, with a sigh. "Mine was the second best for today," I whispered. He groaned. "Please meet me again," he begged. I didn't want him to do that. I didn't want to go on this track after we had just finished masturbating to each other on the phone, with my finger still buried in my sopping wet pussy and his hand presumable still around his now soft cock. It was not a suitable end to our phone sex. I whispered, "I will call you again... later." And carefully dropped the receiver back into its cradle on the phone. I had plans for Deepak and how we could take the mutual sex further, but now was not the time or place to execute those plans. I would definitely meet him, but on my terms and my time. I would call him back soon...