A warm welcome to all XIS readers. This is Kumar from Bangalore writing once again. Many readers have given me positive feedback. It encourages writers like me to come up with more stories while incorporating suggestions to improve the storytelling.
After reading my story, one of the readers contacted me. After we met, I wrote everything that transpired between us from her point of view. Thus, this is a tribute to her. I wrote it because I was asked to write it by her to do it this way. It is going to be a bit different to read as the perspective is from her.
Hope all of you will enjoy and here it goes.
I have been happily married for a few years, and my husband travels a lot for his work. That leaves me alone at home most of the time. We do have sex many times whenever he is in town. But I don’t get the satisfaction. Given that I am still young and I need a lot of sex to keep me satisfied.
Also, I have not had any affairs outside of my marriage. However, I have had my share of affairs before I got married. I tried my best to stay loyal to my husband, but the lust kept forcing me to think of other ways. I could not afford to have affairs with anyone known to my husband for fear of getting caught.
So, it had to be someone who was a stranger to my husband and me. Those were just the thoughts in my head. I made no effort to take any action. For some time, I used to go online and read stories from Indian sex stories. Though it was not fully satisfying me it helped me a little.
I was feeling horny for some reason on a random day. I then discovered a well-written story on the Indian Sex Stories website. The narrative was fantastic, and I messaged the author, saying, “Hey, I read your story on Indian Sex Stories and really liked your narration” before I even realized what I had done.
In a matter of minutes, he replied, “Hello, I appreciate you taking the time to say that.”
“You’re welcome,” I responded.
“May I know your name? My name is Kumar,” he enquired.
“My name is Mahima.”
“I live in Bangalore. Which city are you in, if it’s okay with you?” he inquired.
“I am also in the same city,” I responded.
We spoke more. Despite being a few years older than me, he seemed respectable, non-pushy, and trustworthy. Then he asked, “If you’re free, can we meet?”
I said, “Okay, but a few conditions,” giving in to my lustful feelings.
“Sure,” he replied.
“We’re going to grab coffee at a coffee shop. We’ll part ways if I don’t like you. Do not force me.”
He said, “Yes,” and inquired as to what the other requirements were.
“When the time comes, I’ll let you know” I promised.
“I will meet you at 5:00 p.m. You can then tell me how to identify yourself. I’ll message you when I get there.” He concluded, “I’ll be wearing jeans and a white t-shirt.”
I changed into casual clothes fast, and because I was so excited, I was at the coffee shop ten minutes earlier. I spotted a man wearing jeans and a white t-shirt at around 4:55. He was looking about, as I could see, so I waved to him. We placed an order for coffee.
We were chatting away informally over our coffee. Now and then, we would casually flirt. He wasn’t desperate, in my opinion. He let me have my own space. He didn’t move while I was waiting for him to. I twitched my shoulders and back once, showing that I was a little uncomfortable.
He enquired, “What happened?”
I answered, “I’m a little sore in my neck, shoulders, and back.”
“I have the habit of giving massage with some good oil, which is easily available. It should help you feel better,” he said. I was reluctant to pass up this chance.
“Let’s go then,” I said as I stood up. “Please wait here for a few minutes,” he urged. I’m going to a local store to acquire some oil. After that, we took a taxi and reached my place.
We started to make our way to the elevator. He accompanied me on my walk, and I felt both nervous and anxious. I’ve done something similar like this before. This is not the first time. However, I’ve never been in a closed space with a man before.
I had no idea what was going to take place. I have no idea how I could have trusted someone I had just met. But I wasn’t afraid for some reason. Perhaps his actions have reassured me.
As soon as we walked into the room, he said, “I can give you the massage in two ways.” “I’ll give you the massage once you raise your T-shirt without taking it off entirely and leave your bra on. This approach isn’t the best one because it might not work very well, and your dress can also get dirty.”
“Alternatively, you can take off your bra and t-shirt, lay on your chest, and I’ll massage your shoulders, neck, and back. I’ll go into the bathroom and wait there if that’s okay with you. Then you can give me a call when you’re ready.”
Though he probably knows he has me, he’s definitely not in a rush. I said, ” That’s not necessary. You can turn around. I’ll let you know when I’m ready.”
He turned around at my signal as I went topless and laid down on my chest. His legs were on either side of my butt as he sat there. Even with his posture, he made sure he wasn’t dominating me.
He told me, “At any time, just let me know if you’re uncomfortable,” as he covered my back with oil. His hands rubbed the oil into my skin. “Also, let me know if you want me to reduce or increase the pressure,” he said. I only nodded, feeling his warm palms against mine.
For me, today will be a first in every way. I will allow a stranger to come into my space, letting him view my entire body or just my bare back. God knows how many more firsts there will be today when I let him touch me.
He made me place both hands on either side of my head before starting to manipulate my neck with his fingers. My body started to relax as he ran his fingertips across my shoulders and neck. I was aware that my body was unwinding.
But my body had other ideas, which I was unaware of. It started giving itself over to him fully. He kept working on my back and shoulders, continuously checking to see if he was exerting too much pressure in between. That was really considerate, and I enjoyed it.
His fingers occasionally touched the sides of my breasts, giving me a tingle all over. Unaware that his fingertips were running down my spine, I moaned softly, “Ouch!” As his hands worked on my back, those moans persisted, and I was getting aroused.
I could feel his weight had slightly risen on my butt. He kissed the back of my neck while lying across my back. I groaned loudly at his warm breath, and he gently kissed me. I could feel his fingertips moving from the bed to my chest.
By lowering myself softly and giving him room to move his arms to where he desired, I made it easier for him. His hands seized my breasts, stroked them, and gave my nipples a light pinch. I could take no more of this, and I let out a loud moan.
He touched my boobs, and even though I didn’t realize the connection, it got my pussy wet. I was completely soaked. “Fuck me,” I cried out. Observing me closely, he spun me around and remarked, “Not so soon, baby.”
What remains? I have a question. He undid the buttons on my jeans and pulled them down, including my underwear. I lifted my butt to help him. He opened my legs and took a seat between them on his knees. He started caressing my pussy lips with his fingers.
Then he ran the tip of his finger over my clit and spread my pussy softly. He covered my lower abs with his other palm and started flicking it ferociously. I tried to elevate my butt, but he pressed it hard into the bed. He kept playing with my clit.
I grabbed the wrist of the hand holding me down. I had an earth-shattering orgasm very quickly. The first I ever had with a man’s assistance. I was groaning because it was something I had never had before. I thought he would give up.
My body was returning to normal following that unreal experience. He bowed down and started sticking his tongue in my pussy. It shocked me to no end. This was better than it was before. I could not put into words the sensations coursing through my entire body.
He used his hands to stretch my legs apart as his tongue worked its way through my pussy. My body was quickly erupting with pleasurable sensations. I did not stop groaning. I was no longer bothered that my voice could be heard. I wished for him to keep going.
Our first kiss was when he knelt to plant a kiss on me. Despite the fact that I have been kissed before, I have to admit that he gave me the nicest kiss ever. “I want you inside me, now,” I murmured as I winked at him.
He took off his clothes, took a condom, and squatted down between my legs. I said, “Please be gentle,” as he was ready to enter. “I’ve waited a long time for this.” He gave a nod. He stuck his fingers in to get me ready for the pleasure.
I started to become wet once more. He stopped fingering, positioned the tip of his dick at the opening, and pushed it in with a gentle push. I cried out, “Slow down, baby,” unable to bear the pain.
He pulled it off so I could unwind. He stuck his tip in again, a little bit deeper but not all the way in. It was a loud gasp from me. There was a little hesitation before he seized my face and planted a kiss on me. I cherished the emotion.
He put his entire body weight on me, tightening his grip on my face and kissing me deeply and wetly. My pussy also stretched a little. While I was preoccupied with these feelings, all of a sudden, he pushed his whole dick inside me with one forceful push.
I was in excruciating pain. I tried to yell at him, but he stopped me as I drove my nails into his back for control. My cry was only met with his lips. He simply lay on top of me till I relaxed, and my pussy grew accustomed to the strange item that was now inside of it.
He started fucking me gently until I calmed down, and then he picked up speed. With every push, I experienced sensations that defied explanation and took me to a completely different realm. My body started to tense without my understanding, and my pussy walls tightened, enveloping his manhood.
I quickly started cumming. “I’m also cumming,” he declared. I had no idea that this would be such a thrilling encounter. I lay down with him and rested for a bit, letting the memory of a lifetime sink in. We both were cuddling each other.
That’s the end of the story and thank you all for the patience. Please feel free to share your comments and feedback with me via email or hangouts – [email protected], and it would be nice to have some support from readers.
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