Hello everyone! I am Pratibha. This is my first time posting a story here. So, please excuse me if I go wrong somewhere. I am here to share one of my interesting experiences that happened a year ago. Now, let us get to the story.
I am a doctor by profession. Currently, I am doing my master’s degree in Hyderabad, which is my hometown. I did my bachelor’s degree in the US. But after a few years of living in a foreign country, I started to miss my hometown. So I just stayed there till the completion of my degree and once I was done, I came back. The incident that I will talk about happened to me during my final year of study.
So, a little bit about how I look. I am 25 years old, 5’4 inches tall, chubby, wheatish complexion with measurements 36-30-36. And I have long hair. My ex also tells me I have very smooth skin.
I am from a conservative family. So I wasn’t allowed to go out much when I was in India. When I first went to the US, it was like a newfound freedom. I could do whatever I wanted with no one stopping me. But since I was used to a strict lifestyle, it didn’t change much for me. I was very disciplined and I was conservative in my dressing as well. I would either wear a kurti or some top with jeans pant.
Then years went by. I got a boyfriend, I lost my virginity. (I will tell you about it some other time.) After a few years, we broke up because of a few differences. But we are still good friends.
After the break-up, I did feel lonely. I had friends who were supportive. But it was still different from having a boyfriend. And as November was approaching, it was just making things worse for me. I had lost a very dear friend of mine in November. So, every year, November would be a terrible time for me. And this was the first time I would face November alone. So it terrified me.
My friends did take me out to drink, thinking that it would distract me. I was always the girl who hated drinking and people who drank. But that day, I thought of giving it a try. I mean, it was already going bad for me, what worse could have happened? So I did end up drinking 3 shots of vodka. That was too much for me and my friends helped me go home.
The next day, we again went out drinking. And this went on for a few days. Eventually, I got busy with my assignments.
During the last week of November, I was already done with all my assignments. And all my friends were still busy. So I thought of going alone. I drank a little and then felt lonely. So I thought of trying a dating app, as suggested by one of my friends. And within no time, I started getting matches. (Perks of being a woman, I guess!)
I did text a few of them, but none of the chats seemed interesting. This went on for a few days. Then one fine day, I got matched with a man from Belgium called Mark. He was quite older than me. He was 37. But man, was he so good-looking. The Belgium man was tanned a bit, probably because of too much travel. He was 6’2 inches tall and had a muscular build. He was a journalist. So, his profession made him travel around the world. I liked his profile because of a) his good looks and b) his bio showed that he was witty.
We started chatting through texts. We would chat about our professions, the weather, sports, etc. I never got bored. Even though there was so much age difference between us, it never seemed like we were from different worlds. He seemed calm and was very sweet to me.
After a week of messaging, he jokingly asked to meet me. And I accepted thinking it was a joke. But the very next moment, he sent me the location of the cafe he wanted us to meet. Then I asked if he was being serious and he said yes. I was a little hesitant, but eventually, I agreed to meet him on a Saturday evening.
As I had mentioned previously, I never wore anything fancy. But I have always had a thing for shopping. So I would sometimes buy the dresses I liked, even if they were short. And there was this black dress which I had bought a while back but never wore. The dress would come above the knee and expose half of my thighs. It was full sleeves, with the sleeves being slightly translucent. And to top it all it was V-neck, so it exposed a small portion of my cleavage. Never before had I worn such clothes. But since this was someone I didn’t know, I thought why not give it a try?
So I wore my dress with a watch, my spectacles and my black heels and set out to meet him. I reached the cafe at exactly 7 pm, the time which was decided. And as I reached the cafe, I saw the Belgium guy Mark, wearing a white shirt and blue jeans standing in front of the door waiting for me. He was exactly how he looked in the pictures. I was nervous, my heart beating fast as I had never done something like this before.
I went and greeted him. We shook hands and casually hugged each other. Then he took me in. We had a great time. We ordered some pasta with wine and it was delicious. We talked and talked and talked. He would flirt with me sometimes and I would also reciprocate. He complimented my looks. I told him I never wore such clothes and he told me that I should wear such clothes often.
Once we were done with the dinner, we paid the bill and came out. Then we spoke for some time outside. It was getting late and I had to catch a train soon because the next train was too late. So I told him I would leave and he offered to accompany me to the train station.
As we walked on the stairs and were approaching the entrance of the train station, the foreign guy held my hands. I felt shy but went with it. We entered the train station and walked inside. He turned me around and started kissing me. I was in shock. I didn’t know what to do. It was feeling nice in a strange way. I froze for a moment.
His left arm was wrapped around my back and he was holding my face with his right hand. And we started smooching passionately. I just closed my eyes and went with it. After a while, we stopped. He smiled and asked if I really had to leave so soon. He said he wanted to spend some more time with me. I reluctantly agreed. His hotel was close by. So we walked towards his hotel.
As we approached his room, my heart started pounding rapidly. I didn’t know how I ended up here. I mean I have never come out like this. And then he opened his door and welcomed me in. I removed my heels and came in. There was no place to sit, so he told me to sit on his bed. I told I will stand but he insisted. Then I ended up sitting. He got some more wine from his cabinet. And sat next to me. We started drinking wine and talking. He was making some jokes and that eased my mind.
And then again the flirting started. We had too much wine, so I wasn’t minding any of his flirting. And then I noticed him staring at my thighs sometimes. Since my dress was short, while sitting my fair thighs would be perfectly visible. He was sitting close to me. While talking, his hands would sometimes brush my thighs and I would feel this jolt of lightning run through my body. Then, within no time, his right hand was on my left thigh.
Slowly, he started moving it upward. He noticed my facial expression change. My eyes were closing with joy. My breathing was becoming heavy. And then he planted a kiss on my cheek.
Now he turned toward me and started moving his left hand on my thighs – up and down. And he started to kiss me. I closed my eyes and let it all sink in. It felt heavenly. His arms were so rough. When it brushed through my soft thighs, it gave me immense joy. Then the Belgium guy moved to kiss my neck. I was grabbing a bedsheet at this time. His arms started exploring me. It came to my waist. And then he pressed my boobs. He started to run his tongue on the side of my neck close to my ear. At this point, I just closed my eyes and went on with it.
He whispered, “Pratibha, you are so soft…Damn, you are so hot!”
As he said that, he unzipped the back of my dress. He then put his right hand inside and explored my back. Slowly, the guy started to drop my dress from my shoulders. I was feeling very shy but was also enjoying it. As he was undressing me, he kept kissing my shoulder. And then he could see the top portion of my body with a red bra.
He exclaimed “Wow Pratibha! They are huge.” And started to squeeze them. As he was playing with them, all I could do was look at the roof and let out a small moan.
He then said, “I can see you are enjoying this. You are going to have a great night.” As he said that, he again started to kiss me, with his hands playing with my boobs. He then unhooked my bra as he was kissing me. This got me all nervous. As he was trying to remove the bra, I held it tightly! He then started to kiss at the centre of my neck and slowly came down. I realized my grip was loosening. Then he successfully removed my bra, while he was licking my cleavage. His hands were now on my bare boobs, grabbing and pressing them. I couldn’t help but let out moans.
“Aahhhh…mmmmmmhhh..”
The foreigner then started to run his tongue around my nipple and slowly started to suck it. His other hand playing with the other boob. My hands were resting on the bed and I was not able to look at him. I was just enjoying what was going on. He then pushed me down and pulled the dress down.
There I was, in a red panty and covering my boobs.
e smiled as he began to take off his shirt and then his pants. I was getting nervous but also enjoying what was happening. He knelt down and started running his tongue on my thighs. Ohh mannn. I could feel a current pass through my body.
He slowly moved upwards, kissing and licking passionately. He then removed my underwear. Luckily, I had shaved down there, I thought. He wasted no time in putting his tongue in the right place. I let out a huge scream right away.
“Aaaahhhhwww yesss…aaahah mmmmmmmm…” His hands now exploring my belly and then grabbing my boobs. And in some time, I started to cum 2ith huge moans and my legs shivering. I hadn’t felt like this in a long time.
Then he removed his underwear. He was huge, very huge. He looked into my eyes. I was still a little shy. He took my hand and kept it on his penis. I started stroking the Belgian guy’s dick slowly while looking at how huge it was. Slowly, my mouth went close to it. And in some time, I planted a few kisses on it. He got excited.
Then I started to run my tongue on the tip.
He exclaimed, Wow Pratibha! You really know what you are doing.”
Then I swallowed the whole thing and started sucking it to and fro. I could hear him let out moans. After a while, he made me lie down and got on top of me. He took a condom from his shelf and slid it onto his penis. I was scared. He realized that and planted a kiss on my forehead. He then started to kiss me and suddenly before I could realize, his penis was inside me. I let out a very huge moan. He then started going slow. As he was moving, I was feeling extreme pleasure. My hands wrapped around him.
“Mark! Aaahhhh yes Mark…mmmm mmm..”
We then switched to doggy for some time. And then he lied down and I came on top of him. He looked at me and said, “I never thought I would get to see this sight. Who knew underneath all that dress was this beauty.”
I smiled and as his penis entered my expression changed into a horny woman. I started moving my hips, riding on him. My hands trying to flip my hair back. His hands were pressing my boobs.
I then kept one hand on his rock-hard abs and another on his leg and started to ride him.
“Aaaaahhhhhh…mmm mmm mm. Yes Mark!”
He was enjoying it. “Oh, Pratibha! You’re so hot…Yeah… Just like that, baby..”
Then he put me down and came back on top of me. He wasted no time in inserting his penis. I grabbed him toward me as he was pounding me hard at a faster pace. And after some time, we both were about to cum. Then we looked into each other’s eyes. And in some time, I let a loud scream as I came again. And so did the Belgian guy.
We both then lied down, drenched in sweat. We did end up taking a shower and making out in the bathroom again. Then we came and slept naked.
The next morning I woke up and we had an amazing breakfast. We met a few times and after a while, he had to leave the country.
I don’t know if I will meet him again. But it was one of the best experiences of my life.