I am Sanjay from Mangalore; I am here to share another experience which happened recently with my sister’s friend in Mangalore. About me in brief, I jog every morning to stay fit. The coastal breeze and the serene streets keep me motivated, and I love the energy it brings to my day.
One evening, Krithika, my elder sister’s friend, visited our home for dinner. She was in Mangalore for official work, and it had been five years since I last saw her. The moment she walked in, I was taken aback by how much she had changed. At 33, she seemed more confident and bold, carrying herself with an air of self-assurance that was new. She had also transformed physically—slimmer, fitter, and radiating a healthy glow.
She wore a salwar kameez, but her choice of attire was slightly different from what I remembered. The neckline was lower, a subtle yet noticeable change that added a modern touch to her traditional outfit. Her confidence was evident in the way she spoke and moved, and it was clear that she had grown into someone who knew exactly who she was.
Over dinner, our conversations flowed naturally. We caught up on old memories, and she shared snippets of her life and work. It was refreshing to see her so vibrant and self-assured. By the end of the evening, I couldn’t help but admire how she had evolved, both in appearance and personality, over the years. It was a pleasant encounter, one that left a lasting impression.
After dinner, the three of us—my sister, Krithika, and I—sat chatting for an hour. The conversation mostly revolved around her personal life, with my sister probing why she was still unmarried. Krithika skillfully dodged the question, redirecting the talk to tease me about having a girlfriend. Though her teasing was lighthearted, I remained respectful, given her age and our history. The banter was casual, but there was an undercurrent of curiosity and warmth that made the evening memorable.
As Krithika leaned forward during our conversation, I couldn’t help but notice her cleavage, which subtly drew my attention. Her curves were hard to ignore, and though I caught her noticing my glances, she seemed unbothered, perhaps accustomed to such looks. At 9 PM, I was tasked with dropping her to her hotel.
As the night wore on and I grew more intoxicated by her beauty, Krithika leaned back in her seat and gave me a sly smile. “So, do you have a girlfriend?” she asked, her tone playful.
“No,” I replied, feeling a bit self-conscious.
Her eyes twinkled with mischief. “Are you a virgin?”
I was taken aback. She was my sister’s age, and I wasn’t sure how to respond. “Uh… that’s kind of personal,” I stammered, trying to dodge the question.
She didn’t let up. “Come on, tell me. I won’t tell your sister.”
Reluctantly, I admitted, “No, I’m not a virgin.”
She laughed, clearly enjoying my discomfort. “Oh, so you’ve had some fun!” she teased.
Feeling a bit bolder, I decided to turn the tables. “What about you? When was the last time you… you know?”
She raised an eyebrow, surprised by my directness, but after a moment of hesitation, she answered honestly. “It was a long time ago, back in college. I enjoyed it, but I haven’t found anyone I trust enough to share that with since then.”
Her honesty caught me off guard, and for a moment, we just looked at each other, the air between us charged with unspoken thoughts
After her admission, a quiet moment hung between us. I glanced at Krithika, the streetlights softly illuminating her thoughtful expression.
“Do you ever miss it?” I asked, my tone casual yet probing.
She turned to me, a teasing smile playing on her lips. “Miss what?”
“That connection,” I said, my eyes briefly meeting hers. “The intimacy, the trust.”
She sighed, her voice softer now. “Sometimes, yes. It’s hard to find someone you truly trust.”
I nodded, keeping my focus on the road but feeling the weight of her words. “Some things are worth waiting for.”
She studied me, her gaze lingering. “You’re surprisingly mature, Sanjay.”
I smiled. “People change.”
As we reached the hotel, she hesitated before getting out. “Thanks for the ride. It was… nice catching up.”
“Anytime,” I said, my voice low.
She paused, her hand on the door. “Goodnight, Sanjay.”
“Goodnight, Krithika,” I replied, watching as she walked away. She glanced back once, her smile lingering, before disappearing inside.
The next evening, Krithika texted: “Thanks for last night. Free to show me Mangalore before I leave?”
We met at sunset, walking along the beach. The conversation flowed easily, shifting from casual topics to more personal ones. She opened up about her life, and I found myself doing the same.
At one point, she stopped and turned to me. “You’re different, Sanjay. More confident.”
I smiled, stepping closer. “I’ve learned to appreciate what—and who—matters.”
Her gaze held mine, the air thick with unspoken tension. “What are we doing here?” she asked softly.
I took a deep breath. “Figuring something out.?”
She smiled, her eyes reflecting the sunset. “I think you might be right.”
After a quiet moment, Krithika turned to me, her voice soft. “I trust you, Sanjay.”
I shot her a playful smirk. “Funny, I remember you saying you hadn’t found anyone trustworthy.”
She raised an eyebrow, a teasing glint in her eye. “Are you testing the waters?”
I shrugged, keeping my tone light. “Maybe I am. Or maybe I’m not. What if I’m just being honest?”
She tilted her head, studying me. “Honesty’s good. But be careful—you might find yourself in deeper than you expected.”
I met her gaze, my voice steady. “I’m willing to find out.”
Krithika chuckled, shaking her head. “You’re being too eager, Sanjay. I’m beyond your league, and you can’t handle me.”
I raised an eyebrow, leaning closer. “You’ll never know if you don’t find out. Besides, I respect you.”
She gave me a pointed look. “Is this your idea of respect?”
I met her gaze, my tone even. “Respect takes many forms. I’m being honest with you—that’s respect too.”
She paused, her expression softening slightly. “Honesty, huh? Interesting.”
“Why can’t we be intimate?” I asked, my voice tentative. “We know each other—it’s better than being with a stranger.”
She hesitated. “It feels… inappropriate.”
I leaned closer. “You’re 33, Krithika. You can make your own decisions. Let yourself be free.”
She smirked, impressed. “You’re surprisingly mature. So, when was the last time you had sex?”
I smiled, meeting her gaze. “A while ago”
As the thought of sex crossed my mind, I felt a gentle arousal growing. Krithika noticed, her eyes flicking down briefly before she teased, “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Sanjay. I haven’t decided yet.”
I blushed, staying quiet the rest of the ride. At 8 PM, I parked outside her hotel. The silence lingered as she hesitated, then turned to me, her voice low. “Do you want to come upstairs?”
I was stunned. “Are you serious?”
She laughed nervously. “I can’t believe I’m asking this either.”
I nodded, following her to her room.
She smirked, teasing, “You better be good, Sanjay.”
I replied, “It’s not about how good I am—it’s about who I’m with.”
She paused, impressed. “You’re smarter than I thought. I’m glad it’s with you… someone I trust.”
She stood in her pink floral skirt and white top, while I was in shorts and a t-shirt. “Let’s freshen up first,” I suggested, my voice calm but charged.
As she stepped into the bathroom, I followed, quietly closing the door behind us. She turned, surprised, as I gently pulled her closer. My hands moved to the zip of her skirt, sliding it down her hips.
“Sanjay, what are you—” she started, her breath catching.
I whispered, “We’re here together. Why not take this further?”
Her eyes widened, but she didn’t stop me as I lifted her top over her head. “You’re bold,” she murmured, a hint of admiration in her voice.
I met her gaze. “Let’s shower together. It’s more… intimate.”
She hesitated, then nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips. “Alright… but you’re full of surprises.”
Krithika stood in her innerwear, her eyes locking with mine as she turned and reached for my t-shirt, pulling it off in one smooth motion. Her fingers trembled slightly as she unbuttoned my shorts, letting them fall to the floor. Now, both of us in our innerwear, the air between us grew heavy with anticipation.
I reached over and started the shower, the hot water cascading down, instantly soaking us. Steam filled the room as I pulled her close, our bodies pressing together. My lips met hers in a slow, deep kiss, our breaths mingling as the water poured over us.
Her hands traced my back, and I moved my lips to her neck, kissing and licking a trail down to her collarbone. She let out a soft moan as I cupped her breasts, my thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples. I lowered my head, taking one into my mouth, licking and sucking gently while my fingers teased the other.
“Sanjay…” she whispered, her voice trembling with need.
My hand slid down her stomach, reaching the edge of her panties. I traced the fabric, feeling her warmth, and she arched into my touch. “Do you like this?” I murmured against her skin, my fingers now rubbing her through the wet fabric.
She gasped, her hands gripping my shoulders. “Yes… don’t stop.”
I kissed her deeply again, our bodies pressed so close there was no space between us. The water continued to pour, heightening the sensation as we lost ourselves in the heat of the moment.
The water poured over her body, droplets cascading down her curves. I trailed my tongue along her skin, savoring the taste of water mixed with her warmth. My fingers unhooked her bra, and it fell away, revealing her firm breasts. I cupped one in my hand, my mouth closing around her nipple, sucking and flicking it gently as she let out a breathy moan.
Her hands moved to my waist, fingers sliding under the waistband of my underwear. “Sanjay… let me take these off,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
I stepped back momentarily, letting her pull them down, then pressed myself against her again, my hands roaming her body. Her wet hair clung to her shoulders and back, strands tangling as she tilted her head back, exposing her neck to my kisses. I nibbled and licked her throat, feeling her pulse quicken beneath my lips.
Her hand grabbed mine, guiding it between her legs. “Touch me,” she breathed, her voice needy. My fingers rubbed her through her panties, feeling the heat even through the fabric.
“Do you feel this?” I asked, my lips brushing her ear. “The intimacy… the connection. Did you miss this?”
“Yes…” she gasped, her hips arching into my hand. “I’m glad it’s with you.”
I kissed her deeply, our tongues tangling, our bodies pressed so close the water barely seemed to reach us. Then I knelt before her, my hands sliding her panties down her legs. She stepped out of them, her pussy glistening under the shower’s stream. I kissed her inner thighs, tasting the water and her skin, before pressing my lips to her folds. I licked her slowly, teasing her clit as my hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer.
“Sanjay… oh God…” she moaned, her hands tangling in my hair, her body trembling. I flicked my tongue faster, savoring her taste, her moans, the way her thighs quivered as she gripped the shower wall for support.
Her breaths came in short, ragged gasps, her body responding to every touch, every kiss, every lick. I stood again, capturing her lips in a deep kiss, her wet hair plastered to her face, her body pressed against mine, feverish and desperate for more.
With her panties now pooled at her feet, I knelt before her, my lips brushing against her inner thighs, kissing and licking the droplets of water that clung to her skin. My hands gripped her hips as I looked up at her, my voice low and husky. “Did you ever imagine this with me? Even in your dreams?”
She shook her head, her wet hair sticking to her cheeks and shoulders, her chest rising and falling with each breath. “Not even in dreams,” she whispered, her voice trembling with desire.
I nodded, my lips moving closer to her core. “And you’re comfortable with this?”
She bit her lip, her eyes half-lidded as she looked down at me. “Yes… don’t stop.”
I kissed her folds, my tongue slowly exploring her, tracing her slit before licking her clit. Her body jerked, and she let out a soft moan, her hands gripping the shower wall for support. “Sanjay…” she gasped, her voice trembling.
“How would my sister react if she found out?” I asked between kisses, my tongue delving deeper.
She shivered, her hands tangling in my hair. “She won’t find out… I promise.”
I stood up again, my hands roaming her body as I kissed her face, my lips trailing down her cheeks, jaw, and neck. I sucked and licked every inch of her skin, savoring the taste of her mixed with the water. My one hand cupped her breast, squeezing and teasing her nipple while the other circled her pussy, my fingers curling inside her, feeling her wetness and warmth as she moaned into my ear.
“Your body is incredible,” I murmured against her neck, my lips moving down to her collarbone, sucking and nipping gently. I kissed her breasts, taking one nipple into my mouth and sucking hard, my tongue flicking over it while my fingers continued to pump inside her.
“Sanjay…” she gasped, her hips pushing against my hand, her body arching into my touch. “Don’t stop… please.”
I moved lower, my mouth kissing and licking down her stomach, my hands gripping her hips as I knelt again, my tongue finding her clit once more. I sucked it gently, then harder, feeling her thighs tremble as she let out a cry, her hands gripping my shoulders.
“You taste so good,” I growled against her, my fingers curling inside her as I licked and sucked her clit, feeling her body tighten around me, her moans growing louder and more urgent.
Her body still trembling from our intimacy, Krithika leaned into me, her head resting on my chest as the water continued to pour over us. “Sanjay,” she said softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of the shower, “this feels… different. I didn’t expect to feel this way with you.”
I ran my fingers through her wet hair, holding her close. “What do you mean?”
She hesitated, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest. “It’s not just physical. I feel… safe with you. Like I can let my guard down.”
I kissed the top of her head, my voice gentle. “You are safe with me, Krithika. I respect you, and I care about you. This isn’t just about the moment for me. It’s about you—all of you.”
She looked up at me, her eyes searching mine. “I’ve always felt so guarded, you know? Like I had to be strong all the time. But with you… it’s different. I feel like I can just be.”
I cupped her face, my thumb brushing her cheek. “You don’t have to be strong all the time. Not with me. You can let go. I’m here for you. Not just tonight, but whenever you need me.”
She smiled, a soft, vulnerable smile that I hadn’t seen before. “I’ve never let anyone in like this. It’s scary, but… it feels right.”
“It is scary,” I admitted, holding her gaze. “But that’s what makes it real. We’re both taking a risk here, but I don’t regret it. Do you?”
She shook her head, her eyes glistening. “No. I don’t. I just… I want you to know how much this means to me. It’s not just about the sex. It’s about you. I trust you, Sanjay. And that’s rare for me.”
I pulled her closer, my heart swelling with emotion. “I trust you too, Krithika. And I’m glad it’s you. I wouldn’t want this with anyone else.”
She nestled her head back against my chest, her breathing steady. “I’m glad it’s you too. I didn’t think I’d find this kind of connection again.”
As the steam from the shower enveloped us, our bodies moved in sync, the intensity between us palpable. Krithika turned, her back pressing against my chest, her breath hitching as I guided myself to her entrance. I kissed her neck, my hands reaching around to cup her breasts, my fingers teasing her nipples.
“Ready?” I whispered, my voice low and husky.
She nodded, her voice trembling. “Yes… Sanjay, please.”
I entered her slowly, feeling her warmth envelop me as she gasped, her body arching into mine. My hands roamed her body, squeezing her breasts as I thrust deeper, my lips trailing kisses along her shoulder.
“Oh God… you feel so good,” she moaned, her hands gripping the shower wall for support.
I pulled her closer, my hands sliding down her stomach to her hips. “Turn around,” I murmured, guiding her gently until she faced me. Her wet hair clung to her face, her eyes dark with desire. I lifted one of her legs, placing it over my hip to deepen the angle, her pussy gripping me tighter as I thrust into her with slow, deliberate strokes.
“Sanjay…” she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders as I kissed her deeply, our tongues tangling.
I lowered my head, taking one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking and licking as I continued to thrust, feeling her body respond with every movement. “You’re incredible,” I murmured against her breast, my hands gripping her hips to pull her closer.
“Harder…” she begged, her voice a mix of desperation and arousal.
I obliged, my thrusts growing faster, deeper, her moans echoing in the confined space of the shower. My lips found hers again, kissing her with hunger as my hands explored every inch of her body, squeezing her breasts, gripping her hips, and sliding down to cup her ass.
“Sanjay, I’m close…” she gasped, her body trembling as she tightened around me.
“Let go,” I urged, my voice raw with need. “I’ve got you.”
Her moans grew louder, her body arching as she climaxed, her nails digging into my skin. I held her close, my own release following soon after, the intensity of the moment overwhelming us both.
As the water flowed over us, Krithika leaned back, gasping for breaths.
We later took a shower together and went out for dinner. During dinner in a calm voice she cleared the air. “Sanjay, I’m older, and I’m not expecting a relationship. You don’t need to worry.” I didn’t expect the honesty so soon.
She smiled softly. “I’m not looking for anything complicated. Let’s just take it one step at a time.”
I nodded, “One step at a time. Just us. Ready for another round?”
She replied “I would like that.”
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