Her Internship – Part I
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Hello, all, hope everyone is doing great! I am back with another sex story. This one is completely fictional, but I believe it will make for a good read. I am from Chandigarh. Anyone who wishes to get in touch for anything or to give a feedback on my sex story, please drop me a message on [email protected]. Coming to the sex story. The girl in the sex story is Riya. Riya is a student in a local MBA college. Having a semester break of 2.5 months, she was supposed to work with an organization as part of her course. So, she was interviewed in my startup for the Marketing and Business Development Intern role. The interview went well, she was good with her theoretical knowledge and looked promising. We had an upcoming project and needed an intern. So, I selected her. To tell you about her, she is tall, around 5 ft 9 inches. Slim, with a nice medium bosom and a cute pear shaped ass. She likes to dress in formals, especially for office. Riya started her internship with a lot of excitement. And she was good at her job. She would always have amazing innovative ideas to throw in during brainstorming meets and was good at creating attractive presentations for client pitches. So good that we actually thought of giving her client exposure within just 1 month of her internship. We told her so and she was damn excited. She realized that her efforts and capabilities are being recognized. The client meeting was in Delhi in a couple of days on Friday. I briefed her about the client. She had worked on the pitch, so she knew the project in and out. I gave her a lot of pointers on how to handle the weird/stupid questions that the clients throw at us and such general discussion. So the next day, we left for Delhi. We already had two separate rooms booked in a nice hotel in Nehru Place. We reached Delhi late at night, checked in, freshened up and met for the dinner. After dinner, we brushed up on the project and called it a night. We had the meeting next day at 1 in the client’s office. We went for the meeting and it went great. Riya was really good at dealing with the client. Managed to bargain on the costs very effectively too. It actually felt like she was the regular employee and I was the intern she had brought along for training purpose. I was delighted with performances. We closed the deal and came out to find a place for lunch. Over lunch, I told her that I was very impressed with her performance and she thanked me. I told her that she could ask me for a present as a reward for closing the deal so efficiently and she asked for nothing, but a good feedback and good grades on her internship. I laughed at her kiddish request and told her that I had submitted her report before leaving for Delhi and given her a rating of 10. She was immensely happy. However, I told her that since we need to celebrate; and that we’re in Delhi, I’ll take her out for drinks to a nice lounge. I had no bad intentions towards her till then. She agreed and started looking for places on Zomato. She zeroed down on Odeon Social in CP. So after lunch, we headed back to the hotel, decided to leave for CP at 9 and retired to our rooms. I slept for a while, woke up at 8, got ready and called her up at 8.30 to ask if she was ready. She said she almost was and that she’ll come to my room in 5 minutes. After a few minutes, I opened the door to a scene that would change this trip for the better. There she was standing, Riya, the highly professional intern who I had seen only in formal shirts and trousers, wearing a sleeveless black one piece dress with slits on either side and her hair made into a tight bun. Light makeup, pink lipstick, and Kajal made her look like a supermodel. As if a model had just walked out from a high profile fashion show right to my doorstep. I stood there dumbstruck by her beauty. And kept on staring at her for what felt like an eternity. She snapped her fingers at me and asked me whats up? I said nothing, you look gorgeous. I’ve never seen you in anything other than formals. So was kinda stumped. Her response was: “Hahaa. You didn’t think I dress hot? Well, the occasion called for it.” I must tell you, readers, she was looking damn hot. The dress started with slits at the bottom that extended up to the waist. Then, the dress twisted to cover the breasts and those twists met each other behind her neck. With her height and the black high heels, she was wearing, the dress was perfect for her figure. The makeup she chose and her hair was the icings on the cake. I gathered my wits and we booked a cab for CP. We decided to buy some booze on the way and pre drink a little before reaching. We bought whiskey and had 3 pegs each. By the time we reached, I had a little buzz and she was slightly tipsy. It was already 9.30 when we reached. The place was packed since it was Friday. Everyone was dressed up in the best of their clothes but Riya was definitely the hottest girl there without any doubt. Even the guys who were with their dates were checking her out. We took a seat in the balcony as we wanted to talk a little and smoke too. We ordered food and were talking and enjoying the evening. We ordered for more drinks and decided to go inside on the dance floor and dance for a while. She was really good at dancing. Or maybe she wasn’t. When a girl so hot is on the dance floor, you really can’t tell if she’s good or bad. All you can do is appreciate the moment and thank your stars that you are with her! I was trying my best to give her company and move with her to the rhythm of the music. She laughed at me and said Sir aap toh theek se dance ni kar rahe. She then took my hand, kept it on her waist and started slow dancing. We were looking into each other’s eyes. I knew this was my moment. One deep eye contact is all I need to impress a girl and make her fall for me. And that is exactly what I did. The DJ dropped the beat, slow music came up and we were just standing there moving to the rhythm holding each other in our arms and staring into each other’s eyes. We started getting closer till we were almost hugging. As the dance floor was packed we were being pushed into each other by the crowd. We knew we had a spark. The liquor and the music were working its magic and we both leaned in for a kiss. It was a light peck at first, but it soon turned into a tight lip lock. We were standing there in the middle of the dance floor just exploring each other’s mouth. Playing with our tongues, holding each other. It was magical. I had one hand on her waist; the other on her upper back and was grinding my hard on into her. She was enjoying it too. She was pushing her waist forward and trying to feel as much of my dick as possible. It was time to break the kiss. The kiss broke and we were both panting. We had lust in our eyes and a fire. A fire that needed to be put out. Neither of us had to say it. We both knew what was to be done. I took out my cell phone and booked a cab. She picked up her purse and we left for the hotel. Once inside the cab, I slipped a 500Rs. note to the driver and we started making out in full flow. I undid her hair and it fell over her shoulder like waves of black gold. Her lipstick was gone and her Kajal was a little smeared. She looked like a piece of art. I felt like the luckiest man alive to be able to have her with me at that moment. Go to indiansexstories dot net to read more real life sexual encounters. I opened the clip of her dress behind her neck and slipped it off her shoulders. Took off the panties she had put on and started kissing her brown erect nipples. I took one hand around her back, made her slide down a little on the seat, and bent over her to take her breasts into my mouth. All this in the backseat of a cab. She moved her hands and found my erect dick. She started playing with it from over my pants and was rubbing it vigorously. The driver said “sir phnchne wale hain”. It was a signal to adjust our clothing. We separated, adjusted our clothing, got off the cab and went to my room. What happened inside the room will be in the next part of this sex story. Please send a feedback to [email protected] and let me know if you want me to publish the next part. Any girl/lady in the Chandigarh region or from Delhi who wants to connect, please drop me a mail. I assure you you will have a good time. Hope to hear from you guys soon! Thank you for reading this sex story. Stay tuned for the next part of the sex story.