“Hari liked your profile” – a notification popped up on my phone screen one day. Oops, it was past my 3-day trial period on this dating app. So, I could not see his profile. I craved to see it.
A week passed by and the thought of this guy named “Hari” was still lingering on my mind. His name matched the guy’s name I was dating before this. Wow, what a coincidence, I thought.
Soon I paid to check out this new Hari’s profile. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Everything on his profile matched the old Hari such as a Tamil guy, tall about 5’10”, atheist, and more. Instantly, I was attracted to this guy. I swiped right on it.
An hour later, he pinged and the chat from there went smooth as I fondly call my guys a “puzzle piece” – a penis fitting into a vagina. Yes, this match was like that. Till that day, one month since then, we vibed so much. There was so much connection, everything insanely matched – our interests and our issues with previous relationships. This was magical!
We met at my home, till this point, I had never invited any guy to my home. I kept my home address off the records. But I knew I would complain if we had sex or just foreplay in my car. Intuition, I just trusted him, I guess.
Hari was a dad to a similar-aged girl just like mine. Both of us were in our mid-30s. So yes, we met for the first time, at my home, a small one-bedroom casita or mother-in-law unit, as it is called here in the States. It was an independent single-family home, with a small one-bedroom home under the same roof, but a separate entrance with a kitchen and bathroom as well.
We planned for ‘saree sex’. I am a beautiful young single mom with size D boobs, about 5’6” tall, Telugu girl from Chennai. My caramel highlighted dark brown hair just about reaches past my shoulders. I have naturally perfected eyebrows, and he calls my eyes “muttakanni” meaning ‘big eyes’. I have a love for long earrings, and my nails are almost always well done in bright colors.
Hari parked his car and called me. I walked out and we met for the first time. We hugged, and then I asked him how I looked in the saree. He didn’t react much, he just smiled – a reaction of positivity. His mind voice was like obviously, “Why ask such obvious questions?”, I guess. He was really a shy guy, but bold on chat and call.
Then I asked him to click a few pics on the street before where my car was parked. Also a picture of my back with my tattoo. Oh yes, that was my second tattoo! Then we walked passed the driveway, my home door was adjacent to my house owner’s door.
Hari removed his shoes and we both stepped into my home and closed the door behind me. I hugged him, resting my head on his chest. I could hear his heart beating so fast. I hugged him twice to be precise. And then I looked up at him. He was a tall- 5’10”, slim build man, with a lightly shaved mustache and beard.
We kissed. He had suggested me not to wear any makeup, especially no lipstick. I didn’t agree to it easily, but I finally felt lazy to do it.
I was in a dark green plain saree with a floral gold and green blouse. The kiss was light and pleasant. Soon, we crossed the hall and walked into my bedroom, hidden away around the corner. We kissed and hugged some more.
He started to unhook my blouse and noticed I wasn’t wearing a bra inside. And then he asked me, “Won’t you remove my shirt?!”
It was a red checkered shirt. I undid one or two buttons and he then helped himself do the rest. Then he looked around where to place it neatly so he could go to ‘work’ afterward. After that, he knelt down and headed for my pussy into my saree and in-skirt. My in-skirt was pretty tight, bummer. But he still figured his way in as I laid down on the edge of my bed. He licked me all up for some time.
(I am really chatty during sex. I rarely get an oral done with guys I date. And I am super impressed by anyone who dives in to give me one without me asking explicitly for it. Wow, thanks man.)
Then we kissed. I could taste all my juices. Next, I returned the favor with a blowjob. Unbuttoned the Tamil guy’s khaki pants, pulled down the zip, and pulled out his treasure. He was really hard. I licked the tip of it with my tongue digging in, and then took him fully into the best I could. He was 6.2” inch long. I did an up-and-down motion for a few seconds to a minute.
He wasn’t ready to fuck me yet. So we cuddled for some time as we talked.
After a little while, he was hard enough and he fingered me for a while. I moaned loudly and enjoyed it thoroughly. I said, “I think we still would need some lube before you can go in.”
So I went to grab some cooking oil as he suggested, instead of hair oil. I poured it over his dick as he rubbed it all over. We planned to do it raw as we both were clean.
I laid down on my bed, as the Tamil guy dived on top of me and rubbed his dick over my pussy. And then in a few seconds, he slid it in. “Aahhhhh..” Wow, I loved the moment of entry. His dick was really long and it hit me really deep. I think for the first time in my life, I enjoyed sex on that day. And I understood why my other friends with benefits always asked about the D size. Till then, I never experienced such sex with a long dick.
He went slowly and passionately in and out of my pussy. I moaned so loudly and enjoyed every bit of it.
Soon, I was really wet. And at a moment I remember asking him, “Are you in there?!”
He got shocked and hit inside me harder! Wow, I felt that and screamed more. In the missionary pose, I kept changing the way my legs lay, for some time on the sides, then one leg over his shoulder, then both straight up, and then crossed over and around him. Soon, my legs felt weak. But I can take sex penetration for longer.
With all that moaning, he gave in, let it go, and cummed inside me, right when I was about to say, “I am in for a facial.” (Haha)
He said, “Next time, too late.”
Then we still stayed in there and he hugged me. Soon, he was saying something too funny that I started giggling and the juices and his dick slipped out. I sprung up at this point, to clean up. We were taking turns to use the tissues and restroom.
We hugged before the mirror in the bathroom for a brief minute. Then we got back to the bed and cuddled some more. After some time, his dick was ready for round two. We tried doggy as he wanted to stand by the edge of the bed and I was bending in on the bed. He laughed at me and remembered a meme of how girls don’t know how to bend in for a doggy! I was mad, with the criticism.
Then we went for table sex. I laid over my dining table, while he stood by the edge of the table to fit into me. A different kind of missionary. I noticed how he picked standing or lying down sex positions since he had a couple of injuries from a year back from playing volleyball – both shoulders ligament tears, and one knee.
The table sex was beyond amazing, he could go in really deep. I screamed and moaned so much. I lay in the table, a bit uncomfortably. My back hurt. I held my head with my hand and arm bent under my head and neck for support. Again, I moved my legs around from on the sides to over his shoulders. He drove me crazy for about 30 minutes till I asked him to get out. Omg, one crazy guy with outstanding stamina! I had never experienced this in years or like, forever. It was the first time I truly enjoyed sex.
Once again, we did missionary for him to cum and finished off with that. He wasn’t still satisfied with his performance and said that sex was a continuous learning and improving process. With that, we dressed up and he left with a big smile on his face, as I called him a criticizer for that comment on doggy and an unsatisfied guy for that final comment, lol.
We both were happy and did plan to meet again and to use protection if we had other flings. We decided to be primary partners going forward.
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To be continued.
Neat Part: Beautiful single mom Telugu girl – Part 2