Hi friends, this is my next story about my college friend, a hot Bengali babe, and me. I have always admired her for her determination and commitment. She was hard working. She completed her studies by taking tuitions. But she was damn beautiful. She even won the most beautiful lady in our college first year.
I always flirted with her in my college days, but that was healthy and always within limits. However, she was a frank yet very aggressive and demanding lady. During our college days, I never thought or dreamt that I would be making love to her.
After college, she became an air hostess. She had a couple of boyfriends. She worked abroad. I even had very good relations with her family and was in touch with everyone for 4-5 years after college. Later she got married to her colleague, a very rich guy. And all our friends were quite happy for her.
She later had a baby boy, and all was just perfect. We were in touch thru messages and sometimes thru phone calls. Later it was only for birthday wishes. On one such birthday of mine, she called me. We discussed a bit about ourselves.
I asked about her family and her husband. But her replies were not complete, or she was avoiding the questions. I didn’t ask her but checked with our common friend, who confirmed they are about to take a divorce. The reason I still don’t know.
Later I talked to her 2-3 times till 2014, but that was causal. One day I forwarded a double-meaning joke, and she responded to it. Still, there was nothing in mind. She is damn beautiful, a Bengali babe. Not a great body, but well maintained. I admired her beauty and have lots of respect for her.
On Diwali of 2014, I thought, “Let’s flirt with her.” It was a holiday working for me and her too. We chatted on messaging for a couple of hours and then stopped as she finished some work. Around 3 PM, I pinged her and asked if she was free.
As we used to flirt before, also she asked jokingly, “In which sense?” I also courageously replied in whatever sense she felt. She shouted and said jokingly, “We both are married!” I instantly replied, “It’s better.” There was a pause for 2-3 minutes.
I decided to make a move. I asked her whether we could meet now if she were free. We will have coffee or brunch. There was no reply for 2-3 minutes. I was getting nervous. Then suddenly she replied come to her hotel. She works in a 7-star hotel. I told her it would be late.
She told you don’t worry. She will send her hotel’s car to pick me up. Wow, my luck was ticking. The car arrived, and in 30 minutes, I reached her hotel. During travel, I asked her what’s the plan. I hope no problem if I meet her at the workplace. She had booked a room for me in hotel room number 708.
I asked at reception and directly check-in. I obliged as I reached the receptionist who was expecting me. I checked in the room and was checking around. She entered the room with the second key, and to my surprise, she was wearing a saree. She looks great in a saree.
I was looking at her for a few seconds. Then she said, “Duffer are you meeting me for the first time?” I walked towards her and hugged and showed my compassion. It was a real friendly hug. I asked her what all this was. She winked and replied, “You told na it is better we both are married.”
I also immediately responded, “I didn’t expect it to be so fast,” with a wink.
She said, “We have known each other for more than 10 years. There is no trust question.” I looked at her and stood, and walked towards the glass wall.
She came next to me and softly said, “Feeling guilty?”
I said, “Not exactly. I didn’t expect this early.”
She winked, “You want some more time to flirt.” She was standing very close to me, almost touching sideways and inviting me to hold her by sideways. I looked at her and held her side by putting my arm around her waist. She rested her head on my shoulder.
I looked at her, and then after a few moments, she reciprocated and moved in front of me. She pulled the curtains and looked at me. She raised her face a bit and closed her eyes.
It was a clear invitation. I was thinking how come she is moving so fast. I touched her lips, and she parted immediately. I inserted my index finger in her mouth. She sucked it properly. I hugged her tightly. This was not friendly, and she whispered she was hungry. “Don’t ask why and how.”
I pushed to get back on the glass wall and kissed her lips softly. She immediately held my head, and the kiss changed into a smooch. A passionate smooch. As we kissed, I freed her hair. And she started rubbing my back over my shirt.
I moved back and removed the pin of her saree from her shoulder, and the pallu came off. Although she didn’t have a voluptuous body, the entire body was thirsty, and the look in her eyes was arousing. I pulled off her saree. She was just on a petticoat and blouse. She spread her arms, and we hugged again, followed by passionate kisses.
I untied her petticoat, and she was on her panty only. I lifted her on my waist. Her head on higher than mine, and her breasts were near my mouth. She looked at me and raised an eyebrow, and said, “What are you waiting for?”
In the same position, I made her lay on the bed and removed my shirt and trousers. She helped me unbutton her blouse. Wow, there goes her bra and her lemons! They were small but in good shape and firm and milky white. I started licking, kissing, sucking her boobs.
Her breasts were red, and her nipples were almost bleeding. I kissed her neck, shoulders stomach and moved towards her panty. I could hear her. She said, “Oh. Gosh, Prakash!” I kissed her cunt on the panty. She shivered. She was never kissed there.
I pulled down her panty, holding my teeth till her legs were free. Wow, she was clean shaved. I started kissing her legs inner thighs and slowly moved towards her cunt. She again started shivering. I looked at her. She opened her eyes and asked me to come up. We kissed again.
I again started kissing her body and slowly fingered her cunt. It was already wet, and she moaned loudly. I continued fingering with 2 fingers. She was moaning louder and breathing heavily. I stopped fingering. Before she could recollect herself, I licked her cunt and there was a loud cry from her.
I licked more she held my head and pushed towards her cunt. I was almost eating it, and she was screaming. I pulled down my jockey and started rubbing my penis on her breasts. She was smiling now and opened her mouth. I moved back and told her not now.
But when I was about to cum, she was in no mood to stop. I started rubbing my tool on her cunt. She was moaning louder and said, “Please fuck me.” I slowly entered in her, deep into her. We both were on cloud nine and wanted to last as long as possible.
I slowly started pumping. Slowly and steadily, my speed increased, and she was moaning louder. “Fuck me hard and deep.” I stopped, and she immediately responded, “Fucker, don’t stop.” I told her change of plans I wanted to cum inside. She responded with a nod.
This had me more aroused. I started pumping harder and deeper. I pulled her legs in my shoulder and was fucking her with all vigor shouting, “Fuck you, bitch.” She was rubbing her nails in my hands, and I was slapping her in between.
I stopped and manhandled her. I turned her around and started doggy style. She was also excited as I was. As the speed increased, the sound of our bodies made us go mad. She was almost screaming, demanding, “Don’t stop, you fucker, hard harder.”
I was getting excited with her each word and at the same time surprised how I lasted so long. I turned her back, facing me. I stretched her legs forcefully and started fucking her harder with deep thrusts. The pain of leg stretch was seen on her face, but her moaning confirmed the satisfaction.
I almost shouted, “I am cumming.” She responded, “Yes, inside all of it.” I continued to give 2-4 hard pushes and then exploded everything deep into her. Even after exploding, I held her by her legs. Then I left her legs free and fell on her. She wrapped her legs around me, and we hugged tightly.
As my tools returned to normalcy in her cunt she whispered, “I was expecting such rough handling from you.”
This surprised me. But then, as I looked into her eyes, we again started kissing. We rolled on the bed and stayed naked and in each other’s arms for some time and dozed off.
After around 2 hours, I woke up to a sound from the washroom. My Sweetheart was singing. I knocked on the door. She came out with a towel wrapped around her, still wet and a glow on her face.
I kissed her forehead, and we hugged again. She confessed this was the best. As always, I replied with a wink, “This means I am not the only one.”
She replied, “I mean better than my husband.” I again hugged her, and we kissed passionately. I was again started getting hard, and her towel was off.
I took her in my arms and took her to the bathroom. I put on the shower, and we made love again. It was like we didn’t want to stop. This never happened to me before.
I confessed, “Sweetheart, I never thought of making love to you. This is the best surprise of my life.” She responded, “Let’s stay back for the night.” I told her, “We will plan better we will go outstation. While doing all this, I was playing with her breast. She was shagging my tool, and it was hard to her command.
She kneeled and started licking slowly and sucking. It was a very good feeling, a beautiful babe sucking your cock under the shower. She commanded me to cum in her mouth. I obliged. After about 5 minutes of sucking and licking, I cum loads of it in her mouth, and she drank all of it.
After a good bath, we were fresh to leave. We still wanted more, but no one said it. As we started moving towards the door, I pulled her and kissed her passionately. And in no time, we were naked and on the bed. We again had a passionate, hard session.
Our sessions have continued after that night I spent fucking my friend. The next was the second honeymoon in Matheran. Feedback is welcome on [email protected].