Mumbai Madness: A Wild Night in the Office with Ruby
Yo, what’s good? I’m Rucks, and I’m about to drop a story that’s been living rent-free in my head for months. This one’s from Mumbai, where I had a night so insane it feels like a fever dream. It’s about me and Ruby, my coworker, and a moment in our office bathroom that turned our world upside down. This ain’t your average office tale—it’s raw, risky, and real. So, buckle up, maybe dim the lights, and let’s dive into this steamy Mumbai madness from a few months back.
The Backstory: Sparks in the City of Dreams
I’m a software engineer, hustling in Mumbai’s tech scene, still flying solo in the romance department. A while back, I joined a startup in Bandra, where the coffee’s strong and the deadlines are stronger. That’s where I met Ruby (name changed). She was on my dev team, a firecracker with a sharp mind and a laugh that could light up the room. We started as work buddies, paired on a project, spending late nights debugging code and cracking jokes over cold pizza.
Ruby was single, living in a tiny flat in Andheri, navigating Mumbai’s chaos like a pro. Our chats went from code to life—traffic rants, Bollywood gossip, you name it. She’d tease me about my chai addiction, and I’d fire back about her filter coffee obsession. We’d stay late at the office, just us, and I started catching feelings. She’d lean over my desk, her perfume hitting me like a wave, and I’d fumble my words. There was heat, but I kept it professional—until that one night.
The Buildup: Tension in the Air
It was a brutal week—client demos, buggy code, and a deadline breathing down our necks. Ruby and I were pulling an all-nighter, the office empty except for the hum of AC and our screens. Around 11 PM, we took a break, grabbing energy drinks from the pantry. She was in a tight black top and jeans, her hair loose, and I couldn’t stop stealing glances. “You look stressed, Rucks,” she said, smirking. “Need a massage or what?” I laughed, but my mind went straight to the gutter.
We went back to work, but the vibe shifted. She’d brush past me, her hand grazing my arm, and I’d catch her eyes lingering. During a code review, she leaned in close, her breath warm on my neck, and whispered, “You’re cute when you’re focused.” My heart pounded. I shot back, “Careful, Ruby, you’re playing with fire.” She just grinned, and I knew we were past the point of no return.
The Night: Bathroom Blaze
By 1 AM, we were done with the code but too wired to leave. The office was dead silent, just us and the city lights outside. Ruby stretched, her top riding up, and said, “I need to freshen up. Wanna join me?” I thought she was joking, but she grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the unisex bathroom down the hall. My pulse was racing—this was reckless, but I was all in.
We slipped inside, locking the door. The bathroom was small, white tiles and a faint lemon cleaner smell. Ruby pushed me against the wall. “You’ve been staring all night,” she said, her voice low. “What you gonna do about it?” I grabbed her waist and kissed her, hard. Her lips were soft, tasting like cherry lip balm, and she kissed back like she was starving, her tongue dancing with mine.
She yanked my T-shirt off, her nails scraping my chest, and I pulled her top over her head, revealing a lacy red bra. I unhooked it, and her tits bounced free, perfect and begging to be touched. I sucked her nipples, flicking them with my tongue, and she moaned, “Fuck, Rucks, don’t stop.” Her hands were in my jeans, grabbing my lund, stroking it till I was rock-hard. I groaned, pushing her against the sink, the cold porcelain digging into her hips.
I peeled off her jeans, revealing a black thong, and she kicked it aside, her chut wet and glistening. I dropped to my knees, spreading her legs, and buried my face in her, licking her clit, tasting her salty sweetness. She grabbed my hair, screaming “Aah, fuck!” as I sucked harder, my tongue working her until she came, her juices dripping down my chin. I drank it all, my lund throbbing.
She pulled me up, panting, and dropped to her knees, taking my lund in her mouth. She sucked deep and sloppy, her tongue swirling, until I was ready to burst. I stopped her, lifted her onto the sink. “Fuck me, now,” she begged, spreading her legs. I teased her chut with my lund, rubbing it against her clit, making her squirm. “Don’t play, Rucks, chod mujhe!” she growled. I slammed into her, hard, her chut tight and hot, and started pounding, the sink creaking under us.
She wrapped her legs around me, her nails clawing my back, moaning “Aah, aah, harder!” I fucked her senseless, slapping her ass, pulling her hair, our bodies slick with sweat. After a few minutes, I flipped her around, bending her over the sink, her face pressed against the mirror. I entered her from behind, doggy-style, watching her tits bounce in the reflection as I rammed her. She came again, screaming, her chut pulsing around me, and I kept going, unloading deep inside her with a groan. We collapsed against the sink, panting, the air thick with sex.
But we weren’t done. She turned, kissing me, and said, “Round two, bedroom style.” We moved to the floor, her on top, riding me like a wild thing, her hips grinding, tits bouncing. I grabbed her ass, thrusting up, and we fucked until she came again, her “Aah, fuck!” echoing off the tiles. I flipped her into missionary, pounding her chut until I came a second time, filling her up. We lay there, sweaty, spent, and laughing at how insane this was.
The Morning After: Keeping the Heat
We cleaned up, snuck back to our desks, and left the office around 4 AM. The next day, Ruby strolled in, all business in a kurti, but her smirk said it all. During a team meeting, she brushed past me, whispering, “Bathroom, lunch break?” My lund twitched. At noon, we were back in that bathroom, door locked, her skirt hiked up, me fucking her against the wall, quick and dirty. She bit my shoulder to muffle her moans, and we both came in minutes, high on the thrill.
Our fling kept going—stolen moments in the office, late-night Ubers, her flat in Andheri. Ruby eventually got a job offer in Bangalore and moved, but we still sext and reminisce. Writing this makes my lund hard again, reliving every thrust, every moan.
What I Learned: Live Like There’s No Tomorrow
That night with Ruby was a wake-up call. Life’s too short to play it safe. We could’ve kept it professional, but we dove into the fire, and it was worth every second. It wasn’t just about the sex—it was about chasing what sets your soul ablaze, no regrets. Mumbai’s chaos taught me that the best moments happen when you say fuck it and go for it.
Final Thoughts
Thanks for riding this wild wave with me. If there’s one thing I want you to take away, it’s this: don’t let fear stop you. Whether it’s a forbidden fling or a dream you’re scared to chase, jump in headfirst. Got a story of a night that changed you? Hit me up in the comments—I’m dying to hear it!
Till next time,
