Best sex of my life with the DVD repairing guy!

Living alone in a new city can be lonely. Having moved to Mumbai a couple of weeks ago, I was just about getting adjusted to the fast-paced life of the city, something I was not accustomed to when I was living in Nagpur, my hometown.

But in the two weeks since I had come to Mumbai, I had managed to get a 1 BHK rented flat, arranged all the furniture and other basic amenities and was almost settled in. I even had a good TV to help me relax and unwind after work. And it was this TV that gave me the most incredible sexual experience I could ever have in my life!

Hi, I am Akshata. I am 27 and I work as a copywriter with a reputed digital advertising agency in Mumbai. I am 5’5”, caramel complexioned, slightly curvy, black doe eyes, and jet-black hair. Okay, I’ll go ahead and give you my figures too. My boobs are a 34B, my waist is 36 and my ass is 40. I have been single since the last one year.

Moving to Mumbai helped with the nasty break up I had with my boyfriend from Nagpur. This will be a fresh start, I told myself.

So, it was a Sunday. I was lazing around the house and after a point of time, not knowing what to do, I attached the DVD player I had bought from home (yes, I still watch films on CD, no Netflix or Amazon Prime for me) to my TV.

As I was feeling adventurous, I put on my favorite porn film and decided to watch and finger myself to a breathtaking orgasm. Why not?! It was a Sunday and I was alone.

By the way, staying alone does make a person hornier. I guess it’s just because the mind has so much more scope to go wild. And you are free to do whatever you wish to do with yourself.

So, in went the CD and I started my journey towards the orgasm. I was almost halfway through the movie. My favorite scene had just ended when kapoot..the TV just froze.

WTF?! I was pissed off. I couldn’t just leave myself incomplete, I wanted closure, and I wanted it NOW!

I quickly Googled the nearest TV servicemen available. After finding his number and telling him the location of my flat, he agreed to come within 10 minutes. I switched off the TV and waited for him. He promptly arrived within 10 minutes.

I told him what had happened (obviously without mentioning that I was watching a porn movie) and he started inspecting the DVD player and the TV.

As the TV repairman went about doing his work, I sat on a chair and looked at him. He was about 5’10”, lean, had a slightly dark complexion, lush black hair, and a mustache. He was wearing a soiled white shirt and black trousers.

I was in my blue superman t-shirt and blue denim shorts. He didn’t seem to be checking me out much. Any other guy in Nagpur would have had his tongue rolled out and eyes brimming with lust seeing me like that. But this was Mumbai. The people are indeed progressive, I thought to myself.