Hi readers, I am thrilled that you have clicked on this story. This is my first story here, and I will keep writing with your support. Since this is my first story, I will start with my first-time experience. Hope you enjoy it!
About me:
I am Karthik, a 28-year-old male, bisexual, 5’13” tall, 75 kg, athletic guy with a blessed 7-inch endowment. I started my sexual journey at 18 (the story you’re about to hear) and haven’t looked back since. Currently, I’m a working professional by day, a trained sexual and emotional consultant by weekend, and a high-profile escort by night.
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Now, let’s get to the story…
It was the year 2012, and I was 18, having just joined college. Coming from an all-boys school, studying in a co-ed college was a significant upgrade for me. I was excited to interact with girls. As a horny guy who started watching porn early, my primary goal in college was to get a taste of a girl as soon as possible. However, I soon realized that my dream wouldn’t become a reality that easily.
My college was quite strict, being located in a suburban area with traditional staff and management. There was no talking to girls, and boys and girls sat separately. There was a huge penalty if we were caught getting close, even during breaks. In the hostel where I stayed, mobile phones were not allowed, and we weren’t allowed to talk to girls even after college. Things were so bad that I started to hate my decision to join the college. I began to wait for the weekends to leave that place behind.
Time passed, and my first semester came to an end. With excitement, I left the college hostel for my semester holidays, which lasted a month. As I reached home, I found out that I would be staying alone since my parents received a call from our relatives in our native town, informing us that someone close to our family was seriously ill. They decided to leave me behind, as I had just arrived for the holidays and they didn’t want to mentally and physically exhaust me. They asked me if I wanted to spend time at my aunt’s place, which was two hours away from our home. Since my aunt and I were very close, I happily agreed.
I packed my bag and got into my dad’s car. We drove together, and he dropped me off at my aunt’s place before my parents headed to the town. The plan was to spend at least a week at my aunt’s place. My aunt, who didn’t have any kids, treated me like her own, showering me with love and affection, just like my uncle did. I felt more at home than I did in my own house.
Two hours after I arrived, I changed into a t-shirt and shorts and was planning to play some games on my console. That’s when I noticed a beautiful woman in her late 30s standing at the door. I intentionally lost the game to get a glance at her from the corner of my eyes. She was dressed casually in a nightgown, but her curves were stunning even in that attire. Her fair skin would likely turn bright red if someone pinched her. Her beautiful, long, broad eyes suggested that she should be a dancer. Her skin was spotless, well-waxed, moisturized, and shiny. The ray of sunlight hit her perfectly, making her glow. In my eyes, she looked like an angel.
I stared at her for a bit longer than usual. Fortunately, no one noticed, as my aunt and she were engaged in a discussion. “Kavitha, meet my nephew, Karthik,” my aunt said, turning to me.
I regained my composure and smiled back. “Hello,” she said, seeming jovial and smiling, and immediately started building a conversation with me. I switched off the game and began to engage in conversation with my aunt and her, discussing myself, college, and other topics.
I learned that her husband was in the navy, and she had just moved into the house upstairs. She mentioned how lonely she used to feel in her previous place and how good she felt returning to her home state, speaking her mother tongue, and praising my aunt for being such a nice person. From my lustful gaze, we became very good friends quickly. We spent the entire morning talking, helping with cooking, and spending time together.
The next day, around the same time, she came down to have a short conversation with my aunt. She mentioned that she was planning to arrange things in her house, as there were no strong hands to help her, and she had left things untouched since they moved in. Since I was there, she asked my aunt if she could get my help. My aunt looked at me, and I said, “Sure, sure.” She promised to return in an hour or two, so she could help my aunt with cooking as well. My aunt declined, saying that if it took time, she shouldn’t worry about cooking, and my aunt would take care of it. She smiled and asked me to follow her.
After the first time I saw her, I looked at her lustfully when we were climbing the stairs. Her ass was perfect, moving up and down, making my dick harder. When I’m home, I normally wear loose boxer-type innerwear, so if I get a hard-on, it’s easily visible. I controlled my emotions as much as possible to avoid a hard-on. As we went up, she closed the main door and took me inside.
I noticed something strange that day – her nightgown was rather loose. When she came down, she pulled it up to make it look modest. Now, after we climbed up, it went back to its normal position, revealing a good amount of her cleavage. Things were getting hard for me to control. I avoided looking at her as much as possible.
We adjusted the sofa, moved furniture, cleaned the floor, door, and window. Many times, a good amount of her breast was visible. I enjoyed this cleaning session. I think she too noticed me looking at her, but I’m not sure. An hour later, we went down and started helping my aunt with cooking, and we ate together. This time, I saw her gown was back in a modest position. Now, I started to feel that she did it on purpose.
We spent two hours downstairs for lunch, during which she told me I was very helpful and that she was planning to clean the almirahs the next day so that everything would be set. My aunt joked, saying she would start charging me jokingly.
In the evening, my aunt likes to go for a long walk with her friends, visit the temple, and do groceries before my uncle returns. Generally, I think Kavitha used to join my aunt for this walk. But that day, she told my aunt that since I was there, she would give me company, or else I would feel bored alone. My aunt jokingly said, “Don’t give him more work; he’s here for holidays, or else he’ll never come back.” Kavitha told my aunt, “No, he’s my boy too; I won’t give him more work.”
My aunt left the house, and we both were playing games and talking about many things. An hour passed, and suddenly, she asked me if I drink. I said no. She was shocked and told me, “C’mon, I won’t tell your aunt about it.” I said, “Really, I don’t drink.” She asked me if I wanted to try. I was shocked and surprised. I said, “Not sure.”
Kavitha mentioned that she occasionally drinks, her husband used to bring liquor from his canteen, and she has a good collection of drinks. If I wished, we could try some together. I was excited to try a bit but scared about my aunt and uncle. She told me not to worry, she would guide me on how to drink responsibly and not get caught, as she does it all the time. I was a bit hesitant, excited, and scared at the same time.
She asked me to follow her again. We closed the door and went up. Again, the devil in me popped up – that crazy ass! I moved my eyes elsewhere to control myself. We went up, she closed the door and asked me to wait on the sofa in the living room while she went to the kitchen to get the liquor. When she came out, my eyes were not only on the liquor but also on her cleavage. Yes, the gown had gone to the sexy position again. This time, I was sure she was making a move on me.
She poured the liquor into a glass and started a conversation we had never had before. She directly went to the question: “Kavi, how are my boobs?” I gulped, “What?” “How are they?” she asked, pointing to her tits. “Don’t act as if you didn’t see; I saw you looking at them from the first time you saw me.”
I said, “Hmm, nice.”
She replied, “That’s it? I was waiting for a praise on my body for months now. My idiotic husband also leaves me for a long time, and when I get a chance to meet a hot guy like you, I get only this much compliment. C’mon!”
I sheepishly smiled and said, “You’re nice!” She said, “Not impressed. I think I have to prove how good I am.” On saying that, she pulled me by my shirt and kissed me on my lips so madly. I was shocked as hell and didn’t know how to react. I didn’t expect my first kiss experience to be like this. It was a very mad kiss.
In some time, she asked, “Do you have a girlfriend?” I told her no.
“Are you a virgin?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said.
She got so excited. Immediately, she pulled my pants down and reached for my tool. “Damn, you’re a grower! Not sure why no one noticed this! Unlucky me; I wish my hubby had this kind of meat” and started to stroke it.
She pulled me by my tool and took me inside to her bedroom. She went on top of me and started to kiss and lick me badly. Slowly, she moved from my lips down my neck to my chest to my abs and near my dick. She didn’t even start to suck it, and I shot a big load of cum straight onto her face.
She laughed and said, “Looks like this is the first time ever a woman has come to this area? Wow, you’re amazing” and complimented me.
“Fast, fast; go clean yourself and leave before your aunt comes,” she said.
I happily agreed. I took a quick shower, searched for my dress, and went inside to say bye. So sexily, she winked and said, “This is just the beginning.”
I was so happy and excited for the days to come.