The weather in Tokyo was relentless even in the evening. Sweat ran down my back as I held the plank position, my muscles trembling with fatigue. I felt a heavy, intense gaze and looked up to see Faisal staring at me. His dark eyes were full of admiration. “Nice position,” he commented, and I felt a blush on my cheeks and my concentration slip. This was the first time he had given me serious attention, and I felt both anxious and curious.
I am Radhika, a software engineer. Here, for the first time, I am sharing the events that happened when I cheated on my long-time boyfriend with a man I met onsite in Tokyo on May 23rd. I am lucky to be blessed with a 34E chest and have always attracted my fair share of male gazes. And I won’t lie if I admit that I loved the attention.
So, let’s continue.
I was feeling suffocated by my mundane days in Tokyo. They were a mix of work, cooking, and sleep. I wanted something more, something that would take me out of my lethargy. My boyfriend of three years now lives in another city, and although he has always supported me, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was missing out on life.
One day, on a whim, I decided to join a gym near my apartment. I had always been hesitant to work out in front of strangers, but my boyfriend’s encouragement gave me the push I needed. As I started going to the gym, I noticed a man who seemed to be constantly watching my movements. His name was Faisal, and he would often try to start a conversation with me.
At first, I resisted engaging with Faisal. I would smile and nod politely, but I didn’t want to encourage him. But Faisal was persistent, and eventually days turned into weeks, and Faisal’s persistence wore me out. He was there every day, always eager to chat, always smiling and waiting. I looked forward to our brief encounters, even as I blamed myself for being such a weak person. After all, I had a boyfriend who I had been dating for three years. Still, I blushed at the compliments of other men.
One day, he invited me for coffee after his training. I impulsively agreed and sat across from him in a cozy cafe with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee in the air. He was different today. More open, more flirty. He brushed a strand of hair out of my face and left his fingers on my cheek. I felt butterflies churning in my stomach. It was a feeling I hadn’t felt in a long time.
Things heated up on our third meeting, what Faizan later called our “first date.” We were so engrossed in our conversation that I didn’t realize it was 11 o’clock. I panicked and worried about how I would get around the city alone. Faizan offered to drive me home, but I’m sure it was just an excuse to spend some more time with me.
Sitting in his car with another guy sent chills down my spine. The distance and the journey seemed to be a blur and all I remember are the conversations we had. I’ve always loved conversations and a good one is the key to winning my heart. And at that moment, Faizan seemed to have guessed it. He walked me to his apartment and left his car at the gates of the society.
As soon as I turned around to face him, he kissed me. I remember being shocked by the warmth of his lips on mine and his sudden intensity. I ran to my room. Tears were rolling down my cheeks, conflicting emotions swirling. I wanted him, but I didn’t want him. Not like this, not when there were other people around.
But the next day I returned to the gym, avoiding him, planning to end what had happened once and for all. But his charm and smile drew me in, and the next moment, I was out for coffee with him again. And then one day, I kissed him back. It was like a dam had broken. I was on fire, my body aching for his touch. I invited him to my apartment, my heart pounding with anticipation.
He arrived early, and punctuality was an endearing trait to me. We talked, we laughed, and I felt safe with him. I walked out to the bathroom and took a moment to check myself out in the mirror. I wasn’t expecting anything, really. But I wanted to put on my best face. I walked out and found him lying naked on the couch, scrolling through his phone as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
I gasped in surprise. He looked up, and a smile slowly spread across his face.
“You’re beautiful,” he said in a low, growling voice.
“Well, you are,” I said, tensing, trying not to look at him.
I felt my body heat up in response to his gaze. I sat next to him, trying not to look at his erect penis, but my body was already roaring with desire.
He held my hand, and his touch sparked a fire inside me. I leaned in and kissed him, pouring all my uncontrollable desire into that kiss. He picked me up and carried me to the bed, but our lips never left. I felt his hardness pressing against me and rubbing his penis against my clit through my clothes. I was so turned on.
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