Previous Part: Finding Light in the Dark – Part 1
I shied as he unbuttoned my jeans and opened the zip. No one except my husband had done that. And here I was, not only doing it but enjoying it too with Karan. Somehow, I felt that this was right. I went with the flow.
Karan got up and undid his jeans, leaving him in just his underwear. The sight of him made my heart race. He came closer, his hands warm against my skin. He lifted my leg and pressed soft kisses on my feet, licking my toes gently. I felt ticklish and let out a soft laugh, surprised by how much I enjoyed the sensation.
He continued to kiss his way up my legs, trailing kisses that made me gasp softly. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Karan pushed my jeans down slowly. I, like an obedient student, lifted my hips to help him slide them off completely.
Now I was left in just my black panties, exposed yet feeling strangely empowered. Karan’s fingers brushed against my skin, igniting a fire within me. He leaned in, his breath warm against my thigh, and I could hardly breathe as anticipation hung in the air.
I had never imagined I would be here, caught between the remnants of my past and the thrill of something new. Karan then came and lay beside me, pulling me into another deep kiss. This time, I kissed him back with more wildness, letting go of the restraints that had been holding me back.
His hands wandered, resting on my pussy over my panties. The moment he touched me, “Aah, Karan!” A loud moan escaped my lips. His touch sent a surge of heat through my body, making my heart race even faster. Karan then gently took my hand, guiding it to his dick.
Instinctively, I pulled my hand back, feeling a wave of hesitation. Maybe it was shyness, vulnerability, or fear of what I was doing—perhaps even the weight of societal pressure or the guilt of letting go after so long. I wasn’t sure. He paused, looking into my eyes with a calm understanding.
He was sensing the inner conflict brewing inside me. Without saying a word, he took my hand again, guiding it back to his dick. This time, I didn’t pull away. Instead, I let my hand rest there, feeling the hardness of him. I gently pressed my hand around his dick.
He let out a deep moan that sent a shiver down my spine. “That’s how you do it, Ishika!” He said, and his lips found mine again, the kiss softer this time, but full of desire. As we kissed, he began to gently rub my pussy over my panty, each movement sending waves of pleasure through me.
I found myself lost in the sensations, torn between my doubts. My hand slipped inside his undies. I began to play with his dick, feeling the heat and hardness as my fingers wrapped around him. I slowly rubbed it, moving the skin up and down.
My touch was gentle at first but growing more confident with each stroke. His expression said it all. He was enjoying every bit of it, and eyes closed, lips slightly parted. His breath grew heavier with each movement of my hand. I felt a rush of excitement, realizing how much pleasure I was giving him.
But at the same time, the way he was rubbing my pussy over my panties was driving me wild. His fingers teased me, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles, building the tension in my body. Every time his hand pressed down just a little harder, a fresh wave of pleasure surged through me.
The room was filled with nothing but our breaths and soft moans. I didn’t want the moment to end. I had never felt this alive, this connected to someone—not since… well, not since before everything changed. Karan pulled me over him, my body straddling his. Now, my breasts hung right in front of his face.
I could see the hunger in his eyes as he leaned forward to take one in his mouth, but I pulled away just before he could. A mischievous smile crept across my face—I loved teasing him. The naughty Ishika, the one I thought was long buried under years of grief and restraint, was finally free.
I was enjoying this, letting go of all my inhibitions, feeling more alive than I had in so long. He tried again, leaning up to kiss my breast. But once more, I pulled back, laughing shyly as I caught the playful frustration in his eyes. It felt so liberating to tease him, to be in control, to be desired like this.
But Karan wasn’t one to give up easily. With a smirk of his own, he suddenly pulled me down onto him. Before I could react, his mouth was on me again, sucking each of my breasts, one by one. His lips and tongue teased my nipples, making me gasp as waves of pleasure coursed through me.
The sensation was overwhelming, and I couldn’t stop the soft moans of his name that escaped my lips. After what felt like an eternity of Karan sucking my breasts, he did something that I never expected. Something my husband had never done.
It was something I had only imagined in my wildest fantasies. But I had never dared to ask for it, too shy to express it. I always wanted to try it, but societal pressure and my inhibitions held me back. Karan made me stand, his eyes burning with desire, and in one swift motion, he tugged my panty off.
My heart raced as he looked up at me, a glint of mischief in his eyes. Before I could even process what was happening, he gently grabbed my hips and said, “This is the best gift I can give you today.” I froze for a moment, unsure. He was asking me to sit on his face. I’d never done anything like that before.
But something about his confidence, his words, and this liberated part of me made me trust him completely. The naughty Ishika that had surfaced wasn’t going to shy away now. With a mixture of hesitation and exhilaration, I slowly lowered myself onto him, my pussy pressing against his eager mouth.
The moment his tongue touched me, a shock of pleasure shot through my body. His lips, his tongue, every part of his mouth was working to devour me. Karan kissed, licked, and sucked on my pussy with an intensity that I had never felt before.
I could hardly breathe as he pleasured me, his tongue teasing my clit while I rode his face. I began to moan—no, not moan—scream. The pleasure was so intense, so raw, that I had never moaned like this in my life. My body moved on its own, grinding against his mouth, completely lost in the moment.
I felt wild, unrestrained, and completely alive as I rode his face, taking every bit of pleasure he was giving me. As I was about to cum, I instinctively tried to lift myself off his face, but Karan had other plans. Maybe he had set out to make this birthday unforgettable, to bring me a kind of pleasure I’d never known.
His hands reached up, grabbing my boobs, gently yet firmly mauling them with a mixture of love and passion. Holding me down so I couldn’t escape the intensity of the moment. His tongue inside my pussy was doing wonders, moving in ways that sent waves of pleasure rippling through me.
He explored every inch of me with slow, deliberate strokes, then quick flicks, alternating between sucking and licking, teasing and diving deep. I had never experienced anything like it, not even with my husband. Karan’s tongue was pushing me over the edge, and my body responded in ways I couldn’t control.
With each swirl and flick, the tension in my body built, making me feel alive, desired, and completely in the moment. I moaned louder, almost begging for release as his tongue moved deeper, working magic inside me.
It was as if he could read my every hidden desire, knowing exactly how to touch me to bring me to the peak of pleasure. Just as I was about to lose control, I tried to pull away. But Karan held me tighter, his tongue pressing further inside me. His lips sucking on me with such intensity that I couldn’t hold back.
I cum hard, moaning and screaming his name, my body shaking with release as waves of pleasure crashed over me.
Karan didn’t stop. He licked every drop of my cum with a playful yet seductive smile. His eyes locked onto mine as he savoured each moment. His tongue moved as if enjoying every bit of me, making me feel cherished, adored, and completely satisfied.
Finally, when I couldn’t take it any longer, I pulled myself off him. My body was trembling from the intensity of it all. I collapsed beside him, breathless and smiling, feeling more alive than I had in years. I hugged Karan tightly, neither of us saying much.
But everything between us was crystal clear now. This was more than just friendship. The connection we shared had evolved into something deeper, something unspoken yet undeniable.
He leaned close to my ear and whispered, “I just want to see you happy and smiling, Ishika. I’m sorry if I crossed any lines. But you’re too cute and beautiful to be sad, especially on your birthday.” His words made my heart flutter and brought a shy smile to my lips.
I could feel myself getting wet again, the warmth of his body drawing me closer. I looked into his eyes and replied, “Karan, you’ve helped me so much these past few months without ever making me feel like I was just a widow. I was shocked when you kissed me, but now I’m glad you crossed that line.”
I didn’t wait for a response. I kissed him deeply, my lips conveying the gratitude and desire I felt at that moment. As I kissed him, my hand instinctively moved down to his dick, feeling its hardness through his undies. I came over to him, pressing my body against his, feeling the heat between us.
My lips travelled down to his chest, kissing his nipples gently. My fingers played with him, teasing him like he had teased me. I went lower, my kisses trailing down his body. My heart raced with every moment, feeling more alive than I had in years.
I kissed the tip of his dick over his undies, feeling the warmth through the fabric. His smile was soft, watching me take the lead. A smile that said he trusted me, that he enjoyed me being in control. I wanted to give him everything, to show him how much I appreciated all he had done for me.
Karan had lifted me out of the darkness. Here, on my birthday, he made me feel alive, desired, and beautiful again. Slowly, I pulled off his undies, revealing his thick, hot dick. I kissed the tip gently, feeling its warmth on my lips. I held it in my hand, gently rubbing and pressing my lips against the sensitive head.
I heard him moan my name softly, “Ishika.” That sound, his voice filled with pleasure, was a turn-on for me. I couldn’t help but smile as I kissed him again, savouring the sensation and his reaction. Every kiss I placed on his dick made my heart race. I was giving him the same joy and pleasure he had given me.
I won’t deny it—I had never given a blowjob to my husband. I didn’t like the idea back then, and I never fully understood why. But today, with Karan, something was different. I wanted to give him the perfect blowjob. Everything I knew about it, I wanted to try.
To make him feel good, to show him how much I desired him. He had made me feel so alive, and I wanted him to feel that same passion. Gathering my courage, I finally did something I never thought I would. Gently, I extended my tongue and licked the tip of his dick.
It was warm, and the slight saltiness tingled on my lips. His moans fueled me further. I kissed his dick all over again, taking my time, making sure every touch felt as good as it could for him. Then, slowly, I parted my lips and took him into my mouth.
I made sure to keep my movements slow and deliberate, wanting him to feel every sensation. I wanted him to know I was fully present. Giving him the pleasure he deserved while surprising myself with how much I was enjoying it. I wanted my first blowjob to be the best one, unforgettable for both of us.
I tried to take his entire dick deep down my throat, which was quite an effort for me as a first-timer. The sensation was overwhelming—my eyes teared up, and for a moment, I gagged. But seeing Karan’s face, his enjoyment, his moans of pleasure—it pushed me to keep going.
I didn’t want to stop. I continued sucking and licking his dick, feeling more confident with each passing moment. Every sound he made, every subtle movement of his hips, told me that I was doing something right. That motivated me even more. I wanted him to feel as good as he’d made me feel.
“I am cumming, Ishika!” Karan moaned, his voice deep with pleasure. Hearing that, I gently pulled his dick out of my mouth and began moving my hands, sliding his skin up and down with a steady rhythm. I wasn’t quite ready to taste his cum. I had already crossed a line I never thought I would.
He moaned louder, his body tensing beneath my touch, and within a few seconds, he cum. I watched him as he released, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction that I had never experienced before.
After we cleaned up, we hugged each other tightly, our bodies pressed together in a way that spoke louder than any words we could say. The intimacy between us now felt deeper, unspoken, but understood. “Happy Birthday, Ishika. Hope you liked the gift,” Karan teased with a playful grin.
I smirked, still catching my breath. “Yeah, it’s nice. I wasn’t ready for it or ever thought about it,” I replied, a little shy but still feeling bold after everything that had just happened. “I can stop if you want,” he teased me again, his tone playful.
Yet there was something in his eyes that showed he knew I didn’t want him to. Without thinking, I grabbed his hand and placed it on my pussy. “So you’re gonna leave her without completing the gift?” I said, surprising even myself with how daring I was being.
Karan’s eyes widened for a moment, but the teasing smile quickly returned. His dick was hard again, and I could feel the heat between us rise once more. He came over to me. His lips met mine in a kiss that was softer but still filled with the intensity of the moment.
Gently, he spread my legs, and without hesitation, I parted them, letting myself surrender to his touch. He moved down my body, kissing me slowly, and then kissed my pussy once more, sending waves of pleasure through me. His dick rubbed against my wetness, teasing me, making me want him even more.
I felt so amazing, so alive, desired, and overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. I instinctively pushed my pussy towards him, craving the feeling of him inside me. But he pulled back slightly, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, “Happy Birthday, Ishika.”
I smiled, my eyes closed as I whispered back, “Happy Birthday to me.” And with that, he pushed his dick inside my burning pussy. “Aa, Karan, fuck!” I moaned loudly, overwhelmed by the sensation of him filling me. The pleasure surged through me.
All I could think about was how alive he made me feel at that moment. Karan started moving slowly, his thrusts gentle at first, taking his time as he entered and filled me deeply. The sensation was almost too much to bear. He then quickened his pace, pushing harder, making me gasp and cry out in pleasure.
He kept alternating between these gentle, loving strokes and harder, urgent thrusts, making my whole body respond to his rhythm. My eyes were closed, a few tears escaping. I felt a mix of emotions swirling inside me—desire, longing, and something so tender that I hadn’t felt in a long time.
Every movement of his wasn’t just touching my body but my soul, too. He was giving me a gift beyond physical intimacy. He was making me feel cherished, alive, and truly seen. I wrapped my legs around him, my hips moving in sync with his, pushing my pussy against his dick, wanting to feel every inch of him.
I moaned deeply, my voice echoing the need and intensity that was consuming me. He wasn’t just making love to my body. He was making love to the person I was—the broken, lonely woman, filling every void and healing every scar. With every thrust, it was as if he was telling me that I deserved to feel this again.
I gripped his shoulders, digging my nails into his back as waves of pleasure washed over me. My body arched into his, craving more, wanting more. And he gave it, matching every movement. Every sound I made with a touch made me feel more desired than I’d ever felt in my life.
We were both lost in this moment. This connection went beyond just the physical. It was a dance of raw emotions—passion, respect, and an unspoken understanding. As his pace quickened, I felt my own body reaching its peak, but I didn’t want this to end.
I wanted to stay in this moment forever, wrapped in him, forgetting everything else but us. As Karan’s pace quickened, he whispered breathlessly, “I’m cumming, Ishika.” Lost in the waves of pleasure surging through my body, I barely managed to respond, “I’m cumming too…”
He slowed for a brief moment and asked, “Where should I cum?” A playful smile spread across my face as I pulled him down for a kiss, then whispered, “Inside.” His eyes locked with mine, filled with intensity, and he smiled.
Without hesitation, he picked up the pace, thrusting faster and deeper, making both of us spiral toward the edge. In that moment, we were completely in sync—our bodies, our breaths, our desires. With a deep groan, he released inside me just as I reached my climax.
The sensation of him filling me, combined with my orgasm, sent shockwaves of pure ecstasy through my body. I felt his love, his passion, his warmth pouring into me, and it was nothing short of incredible. Finally, when our bodies calmed, he collapsed beside me, pulling me into a tight embrace.
Neither of us said much, but the connection, the intimacy we shared in those moments, spoke louder than words. We held each other, letting the warmth and satisfaction of what we’d just experienced sink in.
Our bodies were still intertwined, and our hearts were racing. We drifted into a peaceful sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, content in the knowledge that something deeper had formed between us.
THE END
To all single mothers, divorced women, and widows: if you ever find a man like Karan, who cherishes not only your body but also your soul, emotions, and thoughts, hold on to him tightly. Let go of your inhibitions when he’s around. That’s the beauty of love.
PS: Karan wrote this story on my behalf. Please feel free to share your thoughts and comments by email/DM at [email protected].