Hi, I'm Ash. I'm a fitness influencer. I work out, do yoga, collaborate with brands, and yeah... I get tons of DMs asking me to start an OnlyFans account. Right now, I'm flying to India for my cousin brother's wedding. I'm going to perform a dance number there, and I'm super excited.

I arrived at the airport. The air felt cool, and the lights were soft. I was in my usual comfy travel clothes: a black cropped hoodie that sat just above my waist, showing a little strip of stomach when I stretched, and loose grey sweatpants that felt easy and confident. I like how the outfit lets my shape show without trying too hard. Years of yoga and gym time have given me 34-26-37 curves I’m proud of.

The flight from Houston to Mumbai was long with a 3 hours of layover in Dubai, but Sarah made it feel shorter.

Sarah was one of the cabin crew. Same height as me, neat dark hair under the red hat, slim build with smaller chest and hips than mine. Pretty in that quiet, put-together way. Right after takeoff, she stopped by my seat, smiled a little longer than normal, and asked if I needed anything extra. Her eyes kept flicking down to my bare midriff, then back up.

During service, she brought my drink and let her fingers brush my arm when she handed it over.

“You look really comfortable,” she said softly.

“Wish I could travel like that.”

I smiled back, feeling the small spark. I’m bi and a switch, so I clocked it immediately...she was flirting, gently but clearly.

Later, she came back to check my seatbelt even though it was fine. Her hand rested on my waist for a second, thumb grazing the skin just under the hem of my hoodie. Then she asked for a quick selfie as she was one of my followers and a fan. When she leaned in, her body pressed lightly against mine. After the photo, her hands adjusted my hoodie, palm sliding under the curve of my breast for a beat, then down to cup my ass longer than any adjustment needed. She gave a tiny squeeze before pulling away with a shy grin.

My heart was thumping. I went to the bathroom to splash water on my face and calm down. When I got back, I pulled the blanket over my lap and tried to rest. Sarah passed again, voice low:

“I have a stopover tonight in Dubai. I know you also have a 3-hour layover here. The Emirates hotel is very close. If you want to come and chill for a bit… I’d really like that.”

She slipped me her number on a napkin with a little smiley face.

I thanked her but said I’d probably just wander the airport. Still, I saved the number.

Dubai airport was bright and busy. I walked around, looked in a few shops, and checked my phone. A message popped up.

Sarah: Changed your mind? I’ve got a couple of dresses in my room that I’ve been wanting to see on someone like you. No strings. Just company.

I stared at it for a minute. The 3 hours of waiting for the connecting flight to Mumbai felt long. I was curious. I typed back: Okay. Send me the pin and room number.

Thirty minutes later, I knocked on her door. She opened it wearing a plain tank and shorts, hair loose, looking softer than in uniform. “You came,” she said, sounding genuinely happy. She stepped aside, and I walked in.

The room was nice, a big bed and a city view. A few dresses were laid out on the cover: a black slip dress, a red bodycon, and a couple of others.

“I pick these up when I travel,” she explained. “But they look better on someone like you. Try one, please don't say no...I'm a big fan of yours.”

I smiled at her and nodded.

She smiled back at me. “Do you want something before you try it on? A drink, maybe?”

I shook my head. “I’m full, actually. But a shower would be nice.”

“Of course,” she said, gesturing toward the bathroom. “Go ahead. Fresh towels are inside.”

I took a quick shower, letting the warm water wash away the day's fatigue. After drying off and wrapping a towel around myself, I stepped back into the room.

She was still there, sitting near the bed, the dresses spread out beside her. She glanced up when I walked in, her eyes briefly scanning me before she smiled.

“Feel better?” she asked.

“Much,” I replied.

She picked up the black slip dress and held it out toward me. “Good. Now try this one.”

I took the dress from her hands and looked at it for a moment. “You’re really serious about this, huh?”

She laughed softly. “Absolutely. Go on...let’s see how it looks.”

I shrugged, let the towel drop to the floor, and stood completely naked for a moment. Her gaze followed every movement. I stepped into the black slip dress, the cool fabric gliding over my skin and hugging my curves tightly. Sarah moved behind me to zip it up. Her chest brushed lightly against my back as her hands smoothed down my sides, then settled on my hips, lingering there.

“You look so fucking hot,” she whispered, her breath warm on my neck.

I turned around. Our eyes met. I leaned in and kissed her slowly at first. She kissed me back hard, her hands sliding up my back under the dress.

We moved to the bed fast. The dress came off quickly. So did her clothes. She pushed me down and started kissing my neck, then my tits. Her mouth sucked hard on one nipple while her hand went between my legs and rubbed my pussy. I gasped and lifted my hips.

I flipped us so I was on top. I straddled her and kissed her deep and messy. Our tongues slid together, wet and hungry. She moaned, “Mmm, fuck,” into my mouth. Her hands grabbed my ass tight.

I pulled back a little and bit her lip. “Your mouth feels so good.”

She grinned. “Kiss me harder. Put your tongue deeper.”

I kissed her again, sloppy and fast. She sucked on my tongue like she wanted my clit. I started grinding my wet pussy on her thigh. Her hand grabbed my tit and pinched my nipple hard.

“These tits are perfect,” she said. “So big. I could suck them all night.”

“Do it,” I told her, pushing my chest into her face.

She sucked my nipples hard, biting them a little. I moaned loudly, “Ahh fuck, Sarah, bite them!”

We rolled again. She got on top and pushed two fingers deep into my pussy. “You’re so wet,” she said. “Your cunt is dripping.”

She fingered me fast, rubbing my clit at the same time. I moaned, “Harder… fuck me harder.”

I wanted control again. I flipped her over, pulled her panties off, and spread her legs. I pressed my pussy against hers and started grinding.

“Fuck yes,” she groaned, grabbing my ass. “Grind your pussy on mine. Harder!”

Our clits rubbed together, wet and slippery. I moved faster. Wet slapping sounds filled the room. She was moaning, “Shit…”

I put one finger deep inside her pussy while rubbing her clit with my thumb.

Sarah moaned loudly. Her pussy was so wet and tight around my finger. I pushed it in and out slowly at first, then faster. My thumb kept rubbing her swollen clit in quick circles.

“Fuck, Ash… that feels so good,” she gasped. Her hips started moving, pushing back against my hand.

I added a second finger. Now I was fucking her pussy with two fingers, going deep and hard. Wet squelching sounds filled the room every time I pumped them in and out. Her juices were dripping down my hand.

I rubbed her clit faster. “You like that? You like me finger-fucking your wet cunt?”

“Yes… Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice shaking. “I’m getting close.”

I curled my fingers inside her and hit that spot again and again while my thumb pressed hard on her clit. Sarah’s legs started trembling. She pushed her ass back harder against me.

“Oh fuck… oh fuck…” she cried. Her pussy suddenly squeezed tight around my fingers. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”

Her whole body shook hard. Hot cum gushed out of her pussy, soaking my fingers and dripping down her thighs. She moaned loudly as the orgasm hit her, her hips jerking uncontrollably.

I kept fingering her through it, slow and gentle, until her shaking stopped and she was panting heavily.

Sarah collapsed on the bed, breathing fast, her pussy still twitching. She looked back at me with a weak smile.

“Fuck… that was intense,” she whispered.

We breathed heavily for a minute, kissing slowly. But she wasn’t done.

She looked at me with hungry eyes. “I wanna taste your pussy, Ash. Flip over. Ass up.”

I turned around and got on my knees. I pushed my ass high in the air and spread my legs a little. My pussy was wet

Sarah moved behind me fast. She grabbed my ass cheeks with both hands and pulled them wide open. “Fuck, look at this messy cunt,” she said. “So wet and swollen.”

She leaned in close. I felt her hot breath on my pussy first. Then her tongue came out and licked me slowly from my clit all the way up to my asshole. One long, wet lick that made me moan loudly.

“Mmm, you taste so fucking good,” she said. “Sweet and salty.”

She did it again, licking me slower this time, dragging her flat tongue over my clit. She circled my clit a few times, then sucked it gently into her mouth. I pushed my ass back against her face.

She licked every inch of my pussy. She pushed her tongue inside my hole, fucking me with it. In and out, in and out. I could hear the wet sounds as she ate me. My juices kept coming out, and she licked them all up like she was starving.

She moved higher and licked my asshole too. Her tongue swirled around the tight ring, then pushed against it. “Your ass tastes good too,” she whispered before going back to my pussy.

She spread my cheeks even wider with her hands. Now she was really going for it. She sucked my clit hard while two fingers slid back into my cunt. She pumped them fast, curling them to hit that spot inside me. Her mouth never stopped sucking and licking.

The room was filled with loud, nasty sounds.

“Eat my pussy, Sarah,” I begged. “Don’t stop. Make me cum.”

She went faster. Her tongue flicked my clit side to side really quickly while her fingers fucked me deep. I was shaking. My thighs started to shake.

She pulled her fingers out for a second and replaced them with her tongue again, pushing it as deep as she could inside my cunt. Then she went back to my clit and sucked it hard, humming against it.

That was too much. I felt it building fast.

“I’m gonna cum,” I gasped. “Fuck, I’m cumming on your tongue!”

My whole body shook hard. My pussy pulsed, and more cum poured out. Sarah kept licking and sucking, drinking every drop. She didn’t stop until I was done shaking and my legs felt weak.

She finally pulled back, her face shiny and wet with my juices. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled.

“Fuck, your pussy is delicious,” she said. “I could eat you all day.”

I glanced at my phone. Forty minutes until boarding. Shit.

I scrambled up, threw on my hoodie and sweatpants, hair a mess. She watched from the bed, smirking.

I ran through the airport as if my life depended on it, security, gate, boarding call already final. Made it by the skin of my teeth, heart pounding, pussy still throbbing, lips swollen.

I dropped into my seat on the Mumbai flight, blanket over my lap, replaying every filthy second.

Almost missed the plane.

God, it was worth it.

The driver picked me up from the airport in a nice black car. Mumbai traffic was crazy, but we reached the hotel quickly. Everyone was staying there for the wedding.

My hotel suite was beautiful. It had a big bed and a nice city view. It felt very comfortable. Both families were staying at the same hotel.

I took a shower and changed into comfy clothes.

I hugged everyone, uncle, aunty, and all my cousins.

“Ash di! You look so hot!” one cousin said.

I laughed. “Thanks! I brought gifts for everyone!”

I gave chocolates and perfumes to the elders. Then I took Priya, the bride, to my room. She is really pretty, 5’6”, with 32C boobs, a 27-inch waist, and a 35-inch ass. Almost like me.

“These are for your honeymoon, Priya,” I said, handing her the sexy bags. “Try them on. I want to see how they look on your curves.”

Her cheeks turned pink. “Right now? Okay… but tell me if it looks too slutty.”

She agreed to try a few. She went into the bathroom to change and came out wearing the red lace set first. The bra pushed her boobs up high, her nipples almost visible through the fabric. The thong disappeared between her round ass cheeks.

“Fuck, Priya… you look so hot,” I whispered. “Turn around.”

She spun slowly. “Does my ass look good?”

“Perfect. The groom is going to rip it off you.”

Next, she tried the black sheer set. It was see-through. Her dark nipples were hard, and her pussy lips showed clearly.

She bit her lip. “Ash di… wearing this is making me ....”

I felt heat between my legs. “Come here.”

She walked over. I pulled her into a tight hug. My hands quickly moved down and groped her soft, round ass hard. I squeezed it, then spanked it with a loud smack.

“Ahhh!” she moaned and pressed closer. “Do it again…”

I spanked her harder. “You like that, naughty girl?”

She whimpered. “Yes…”

We stayed like that, breathing heavy, until she pulled away with a shy smile and went to try the next one.

“Wow, it looks amazing on you,” I said.

She twirled. “Really? Does it show too much?”

“No, it’s just right for honeymoon fun.”

Next was another black sheer piece. Her ass looked so round and perfect.

“Damn, Priya, the groom is going to lose it,” I teased.

She giggled and hugged me again. “Thank you so much, di!”

The next day was the dance rehearsal for the wedding sangeet. I was super excited. I had been practicing this sexy Bollywood number for weeks.

Everyone gathered in the big hall at the hotel. The music was blasting loudly, and there were mirrors everywhere.

I wore my practice outfit, a fitted crop top and leggings. I was barefoot so I could feel the floor properly.

I started running through the routine, hitting every beat hard. The steps had sharp hip drops, fast spins, and quick footwork that made the lehenga swirl nicely.

There was one fast part: pivot on my left foot, drop low into a squat, then explode up into a big spin with my arms out.

I nailed the first few tries. My thighs were burning, and sweat was starting to show.

Then, on the next round, right when I dropped low, I planted my right foot too hard. My weight shifted forward fast. The ball of my foot slid a little on the smooth floor. My ankle rolled outward sharply.

Pain shot through my ankle like fire. My leg gave out.

“Ouch!” I cried loudly and fell straight to the floor. I sat on my butt with my legs spread, clutching my ankle tight.

The music kept playing for a second before someone quickly paused it. Everyone turned and looked at me.

Arjun, my cousin brother, the groom, saw me first. He ran over fast.

“Ash! What happened?” he asked, worried. “Are you okay?”

I winced and held my ankle. “Ahh… my ankle rolled really bad. It hurts so much.”

He knelt down beside me. “Let me see. Don’t move it.”

He gently touched my ankle. “It’s already swelling a bit. Does this hurt?”

I sucked in a breath. “Yes! Fuck, that stings.”

I tried to walk while holding him, but the pain was too much.

Arjun looked concerned. “Okay, relax. I’m going to pick you up.”

Without waiting, he slid one arm under my knees and the other behind my back. He lifted me easily, like I weighed nothing.

“Whoa… Arjun, you don’t have to carry me,” I said, surprised.

He smiled a little. “Too late. I’ve got you. Let’s get you off this floor.”

As he carried me, I groaned softly. “It happened so fast. I was pushing too hard on that spin.”

“Don’t worry,” he said.

At 6 feet tall with broad shoulders and strong, muscular arms, Arjun was incredibly strong. He carried me all the way out of the hall like I weighed nothing.

“I’m taking you to the doctor right now,” he said firmly. “Don’t worry, Ash. I’ve got you.”

I held onto his neck. “Arjun, it hurts so much. I can’t put any weight on it.”

“Just relax. We’ll get it checked,” he replied calmly.

He drove me to a nearby clinic. The doctor examined my ankle carefully and nodded.

“It’s a bad sprain,” the doctor said. “No fracture, but you need to rest. No weight on this foot for one to two days. Keep it elevated and use ice. The swelling will go down soon.”

I sighed. “Okay… thank you, doctor.”

On the way back, Arjun looked at me and smiled. “Good thing the wedding is next week. You’ll be fine by then. I’ll take care of you until then.”

I laughed softly. “You don’t have to do all this.”

He shook his head. “Of course I do. You’re family. Just let me help.”

Back at the hotel, Arjun became my constant support. He helped me move around, brought me food, and even assisted with bathroom trips when I needed them.

The next evening, I decided to take a shower. I stood carefully on one foot under the warm spray, trying to balance.

The shower steam was thick, and the water was pounding on my back. I balanced carefully on my good foot, trying not to put any weight on my swollen ankle. The tile felt very slippery.

Suddenly, my good leg wobbled. My bad ankle tried to catch me, and sharp pain shot through it. I slipped hard. My foot slid out, and I crashed down onto...