Hello readers, I’m Dilsha, a 22-year-old woman with a fair complexion. A physique measuring 30D-28-32, characterized by a pear-shaped body.
This narrative explores the journey that led me into intimate relationships with older men. I’ve always been attracted to older men because they seemed more caring.
Since my parents were both working and I often stayed alone, I didn’t receive enough love during my childhood. I’ve always longed for love and affection.
I hail from Delhi. Exploring intimacy at a young age, I lost my innocence to a school friend. My parents, being liberal-minded, were understanding and cool about sexual relationships. I even engaged in open conversations with my mom. We discussed men and shared our experiences.
Meanwhile, my dad, with a humorous touch, used to make jokes about the importance of using protection during intercourse. During the summer vacation of my third year in college, I felt bored staying in Delhi. All my friends went on a trip, and my boyfriend was also travelling abroad.
I asked my parents if we could go to our village. But they said they had a busy work schedule. They suggested that I take my Driver Uncle to drop me off. On a Friday afternoon, I packed my bags and requested our Driver Uncle to load them into the car.
Despite waiting for my parents to return from work to say bye, they didn’t arrive until evening. Multiple calls went unanswered as they were occupied with their tasks.
Consequently, I decided to ask Driver Uncle to start the car so that I could depart. Seated beside the driver, I connected my Bluetooth to the car. I played some tunes and engaged in texting with my boyfriend. Driver Uncle inquired if we were ready to depart, and I responded affirmatively with a “Yes, uncle.”
We embarked on our journey from Delhi. Our village is situated 250 km away. We had to navigate through the Okhla Bird Sanctuary. Feeling the descent, I urged Driver Uncle to pick up the pace.
Driver Uncle stands at a sturdy 5’8″ with a strong physique, evident in his palms when we shook hands. Despite his habit of chewing paan, which I found distasteful, on a personal level, he is genuinely nice and friendly. He is a devoted father to two daughters, one of whom is my age.
Maintaining a friendly and somewhat flirtatious with him turned out useful when I required his help. Departing from Delhi, we traversed the city’s traffic and arrived in the suburbs. As usual, he started chewing paan and driving at a leisurely pace.
My request for increased speed fell on deaf ears, compelling me to employ my flirting skills. I was wearing a white T-shirt, a push-up bra, and short blue jeans. I subtly adjusted my shirt to bring out my cleavage, turning towards my uncle.
Reducing the car volume, I gently patted his shoulder, capturing his attention as he focused on my melons. Softly touching his cheeks, I began to speak.
Me: Uncle, go a little faster, please.
Uncle: Okay, bachchi.
He pressed the accelerator. Returning to my initial position, I resumed texting my boyfriend. As we entered the sanctuary around 11:30 pm, fewer vehicles dotted the road, with speed limit signs lining the roadside. Uncle gradually decelerated the car.
Losing my patience, I raised my voice at Uncle. Initially silent, he eventually retorted with a shout, unintentionally spitting paan on my t-shirt. Feeling uncomfortable, I promptly removed the t-shirt, revealing my body in a bra. Suddenly applying the brakes, he brought the car to a stop on the roadside.
His gaze upon me was filled with desire, roaming appreciatively over my form. Requesting water to cleanse the dirt, I also asked him to fetch my bag for a change of clothes.
In the quiet emptiness of the road, void of other vehicles, he popped open the car trunk, retrieving the zipper bag. My uncle approached my side, unzipped the bag, and turned toward me with a questioning look.
Driver Uncle: Which one do you want?
Me: (with an irritated expression) Take the red T-shirt.
His gaze lingered over my body, ignoring the presence of the t-shirt.
Me: Uncle, give it to me.
I took the bag from his hands. He started crying.
Driver Uncle: I’m sorry, Devi. I didn’t mean for this to happen.
Me: Please, don’t cry.
I got out of the car, just in a bra, and reached for his hands.
Me: Uncle, it’s alright. I understand you didn’t mean to.
Uncle continued crying. I comforted him with a gentle hug, and unexpectedly, he tightly clung to me. I can feel my soft breasts gently pressed against his woody body. Honestly, it did stir a sense of arousal within me. The intimate closeness heightened the connection.
Gradually, I sensed his arousal growing against my thighs, and he began roughly rubbing it along my legs. I offered no resistance, allowing the connection between us to unfold.
Me: Uncle, please stop.
I said, even though I was kind of into it. He didn’t stop and began kissing me everywhere, licking my neck with his paan-chewed tongue. The scent of paan enveloped me, and strangely, I enjoyed the filthiness. Pushing him away, we shared a moment of silence, locking eyes.
Me: Do you have a condom?
Driver Uncle: No.
Me: So, you’re planning to get me pregnant?
Uncle: No, I will pull out before I finish.
Me: No way, Uncle. I’m not doing this with you.
Uncle: Okay, wait.
He grabbed a soft polyethene cover from the car, assuring me he would wear it. I questioned if it would be effective, and he claimed he had done it before. He grasped my hand, leading me behind a bush in the forest. He laid me on the grass. He spread my legs and removed my bra.
He lowered his pants to his knees, positioned himself over me, and inserted his plastic-covered cock inside me. I could sense my pussy stretching and accommodating him. Then he explored my boobs and sucked my pointed ends with his mouth.
Lavishing attention as he alternated between gentle sucking and squeezes. The warmth of his rough hands added an extra layer of intensity to the intimate encounter. Creating a moment of heightened connection and pleasure. The heated sensation ignited within me as he began intimate strokes.
The presence of a plastic bag heightened the friction and intensity of the moment, creating a burning sensation. After fucking for several passionate minutes, he finally cum.
Standing up, he removed the bag from his dick. A substantial release of cum dripped from the bag, avoiding eye contact with me. I can sense the guilt in his expression for engaging in intimacy with a girl of his daughter’s age. He handed me my dress, requesting me to wear it.
Driver Uncle: We need to leave quickly; the forest isn’t safe.
Me: Didn’t you figure that out while you were fucking me?
We both shared a laugh, then settled back in the car and resumed our journey.
Me: Mind stepping on the accelerator a bit, Uncle? I chuckled, urging him to drive a little faster.
Driver Uncle: Yes, hahaha…
Taking a momentary pause, he expressed, “I’m sorry for what happened. You’re like my daughter.”
Me: Uncle, it’s okay. I actually enjoyed it, so let’s leave it behind and stay cool.
Driver Uncle: Seriously, you enjoyed it? Have you done this before?
Me: Yes, Uncle, many times.
I proceeded to share my experiences one by one. I caressed his thighs, teasingly exposed his dick, and provided a pleasurable stroke while narrating the stories. He cum onto my hands with each tale shared. I used the white t-shirt he spat paan on to wipe it off.
Several hours later, we arrived in our village around 5 am. My grandparents eagerly awaited me outside the home. Their joy was evident as they inquired about the night drive from Driver Uncle.
With a smile, Driver Uncle remarked it was a wonderful journey. Unlike any he had experienced before, and playfully winked at me. I blushed in response, and He then said bye and left.
I went to the bathroom in the back side of the house and took a bath. I fingered, thinking about the driver’s uncle sitting on the floor of the bathroom. When I came out of the bathroom, my gaze fell upon a middle-aged man in the adjacent house.
Standing at an impressive 6 feet tall, he possessed broad shoulders and sturdy arms, confidently holding a bull. His chest displayed noticeable cuts, emphasizing his muscular build against a lean frame. I become wet looking at him.
He approached the compound wall that divided our houses and inquired,
Bull: Who are you, kid?
Me: I’m Baltej’s granddaughter.
Surprised, he responded,
Bull: I know you. It’s been a long time since I saw you here.
While admiring his aesthetic physique, my inner voice whispered, “Goddamn, I want him.”
Just then, my grandma called me from inside.
Me: I have to leave, bye. See you soon. I winked.
To be continued.
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