Long Indian Sex Stories: The Pune Architect's Long Weekend

"You cannot just move a wall because you feel like it, Kabir, this is not your sketchbook, this is a building people will live in," Nisha said, and her voice was sharp enough to make the site office go quiet. Kabir looked up from the drawings and said, "And you cannot design a staircase that eats half the living room, Nisha, no matter how beautiful it looks on paper." This is one of those long Indian sex stories that starts with an argument in Pune, between an architect who never backs down and an engineer who loves proving her wrong.

Nisha was twenty nine and ran her own small architecture practice in Pune, and the housing project on the outskirts of the city was the biggest job she had ever taken. Kabir was thirty two and the site engineer on that project, a man who had spent ten years turning other people's drawings into concrete and steel. They had been fighting for three weeks, over staircases, over balconies, over the exact shade of the lobby tiles, and every fight ended with both of them more awake than before.

That evening the argument went longer than usual, because the client had changed his mind about the kitchen layout and both of them had to redraw half a floor. Rain started falling outside the site office, and the workers left one by one until only Nisha and Kabir were left under the tube light, surrounded by rolls of drawings. Kabir said, "You know, you fight like you mean it, most people just agree to get the meeting over with." Nisha said, "And you argue like you enjoy it, which is worse, because it means I can never win quietly."

Kabir laughed and said that winning quietly was overrated, and Nisha found herself laughing too, for the first time that day. He made tea on the small stove in the corner of the office, and they drank it sitting on opposite sides of the drawing table, talking about buildings they loved and buildings they hated. Nisha told him about the first house she ever designed, a tiny two room place for her aunt, and Kabir told her about the first bridge he ever inspected, a rusted thing over a river in his hometown. The rain kept falling, and neither of them checked the time.

When Kabir reached across the table to point at a line on the drawing, his hand brushed Nisha's hand, and both of them stopped talking. Nisha looked at his hand, then at his face, and Kabir did not pull his hand away. He said, "Nisha, if I say something honest right now, will you throw a drawing at me." Nisha said, "Try me," and Kabir leaned forward and kissed her, right there among the drawings, with the rain hammering on the tin roof above them.

The kiss was not gentle, it was the kind of kiss that three weeks of arguing had been building toward, hard and hungry and impatient. Nisha grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer, and Kabir lifted her onto the edge of the drawing table, scattering pencils across the floor. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he pressed himself against her, and she could feel exactly how much he wanted her through his trousers. Nisha whispered, "Not here, someone could walk in," and Kabir said, "Then take me somewhere they cannot."

Nisha took him to her flat, a twenty minute drive through the rain, and neither of them spoke on the way, because speaking would have broken the tension. Inside her flat, Kabir pushed her against the door the moment it closed, and kissed her neck while she fumbled with his shirt buttons. She got his shirt off and ran her hands over his chest, feeling the muscle and the heat of his skin, and Kabir unhooked her blouse with a speed that told her he had been imagining this for days.

Her bra came off next, and Kabir took one of her breasts in his mouth, sucking hard while his other hand squeezed the other one. Nisha moaned and dug her fingers into his hair, and said, "Harder, I like it hard, do not be polite with me." Kabir bit her nipple lightly and she gasped, and then he lifted her and carried her to the bedroom, dropping her onto the bed. Nisha pulled off her own skirt and panties in one impatient movement, and lay naked in front of him, daring him with her eyes.

Kabir stripped off his trousers and his cock stood hard and thick, and Nisha took it in her hand and stroked it slowly, watching his face. She took it into her mouth and sucked it, first slowly and then faster, using her tongue along the length of it until Kabir groaned and pulled her up by her hair. He said, "Enough, I want to be inside you," and Nisha spread her legs wide and said, "Then come and get it, engineer, show me what you can build."

Kabir positioned himself between her legs and pushed his cock against her wet pussy, and then drove it inside her in one deep stroke. Nisha cried out and grabbed his back with her nails, because the first thrust was deep and sudden and exactly what she had been aching for. He started thrusting slowly, and Nisha wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper with every stroke. The bed shook with each thrust, and her moans filled the bedroom, and Kabir kissed her mouth to swallow the sound.

Nisha said, "Faster, harder, do not stop," and Kabir increased his pace until his hips were slapping against hers and her breasts were bouncing with every thrust. Her pussy was dripping wet, and his cock slid in and out easily, and both of them were sweating and gasping. Kabir reached down and rubbed her clit with his thumb while he fucked her, and Nisha screamed his name as her body tightened around him.

After a while Kabir flipped her over and took her from behind, doggy style, pushing his cock deep into her pussy from the back. In this position he went deeper than before, and Nisha gripped the pillow hard and pushed her hips back against him. Kabir held her waist with both hands and thrust hard, and Nisha shouted, "Yes, right there, do not change a thing." Her breasts swung with every thrust, and Kabir reached around and squeezed one of them while he kept fucking her.

Nisha's body started shaking, and she said, "I am going to come, do not stop, do not stop," and Kabir thrust even harder. Her pussy clenched hard around his cock, and a long moan tore out of her mouth as she came, her juices flooding the bed. Kabir came at the same moment, pumping his cum deep inside her pussy, and both of them collapsed together, shaking and breathless.

After they caught their breath, Nisha lay on his chest and said, "So this is what three weeks of arguing was about, we could have saved a lot of time." Kabir laughed and said, "Arguing was the foreplay, and you know it, you enjoyed every fight as much as I did." Nisha traced her name on his chest with her finger and said, "Maybe I did, but do not tell the client, he thinks we hate each other." Kabir said, "Let him think that, it makes the site meetings much more fun."

Later that night Kabir took her again, this time with Nisha on top, riding his cock slowly while he sucked her breasts. She moved up and down on him, controlling the rhythm, and her long hair fell across her face as she rode him. Kabir held her hips and thrust up into her, and Nisha leaned back and moaned, feeling his cock hit deep inside her with every rise and fall. She rode him faster and faster until both of them came again, harder than the first time.

The second time left them both exhausted, and they showered together, with Nisha soaping his body and Kabir washing her back. In the warm water they kissed again, slowly this time, and Kabir pressed her against the shower wall and kissed her neck. Nisha said, "If we keep going like this we will never sleep," and Kabir said, "Sleep is for people who do not have a building to argue about tomorrow."

In the morning Nisha woke up with Kabir's arm around her waist, and for a moment she forgot about drawings and clients and deadlines. She made coffee and they drank it on her balcony, looking out over Pune waking up in the rain. Kabir said, "The staircase argument is still open, by the way," and Nisha said, "Good, I was worried you had gone soft on me." They both laughed, and the laugh felt like the most honest thing either of them had said in weeks.

The next day on site they argued again, in front of the workers, about the staircase, and nobody suspected that the argument ended every evening in Nisha's flat. When Kabir pointed at a drawing, his finger would brush her hand, and Nisha would smile a secret smile that only he could read. In the site office, after everyone left, Kabir would bend her over the drawing table and fuck her there, among the pencils and the rolls of paper, and Nisha would bite her lip to keep from screaming.

One evening Kabir bent her over the table and lifted her skirt, pulling her panties aside, and licked her pussy until her legs shook. Nisha gripped the edge of the table and said, "Put it in, I cannot wait any longer," and Kabir stood up and drove his cock into her from behind, right there in the office. The table shook and drawings slid to the floor, but neither of them stopped, and Kabir fucked her hard until she came, biting her own hand to muffle the sound.

After that Nisha said that the site office had to stay professional, or someone would eventually catch them, and Kabir agreed, laughing, that their story was getting too long to hide. In the evenings they went back to her flat, and on weekends they drove out of the city, to a small resort near Lonavala, where they spent two whole days in bed, ordering room service and fucking between meals. Nisha told him that she had never felt this free with anyone, and Kabir told her that he had never argued with anyone he liked this much.

One weekend at the resort, Nisha asked him what would happen when the building was finished and they had no project left to fight over. Kabir held her close and said that buildings end, but this did not have to, and he would find another project just to keep arguing with her. Nisha said that promises were easy and keeping them was hard, and Kabir kissed her forehead and said that this was not a promise, it was a decision. That night they made love slowly, without hurry and without any fight left in them, and when they both came, Nisha held him and whispered that she was glad the staircase had been wrong.

The last night before the project handover, Kabir held her from behind and whispered in her ear that her pussy would be the thing he missed most on the next site. Nisha laughed and turned him around and said that his cock would miss Pune just as much. They laughed together and then fell into one long, deep fuck, with no hurry and no fear in it, and when they both came, Nisha lay on his chest and said that it was time to sleep, because tomorrow his train of drawings would leave early.

In the morning Kabir picked up his bag and Nisha walked him to his car outside her flat. At the car door Kabir squeezed her hand and said, "Write the first line of the next drawing yourself, I will complete it." Nisha smiled and said, "The first line is already drawn, it says that Kabir came to Pune and did not want to leave." Kabir drove away and Nisha stood on the pavement watching him go, with a smile on her lips that only a woman who has been fully wanted wears.