Hello, my name is Preet. I am 25, 5 ft 11 in, and I am from Delhi. I am a reasonably attractive Punjabi man with a 6.5-inch tool size and generous thickness. I am attractive and have a great licking technique.
I have read ISS stories for a sizable amount of time. After much consideration, I ultimately decided to give it a go and share one of my experiences on this platform while also showcasing my writing abilities.
I am not a proficient blogger, and this is my first story, so please excuse any grammatical or word errors. Additionally, although the identities of every individual would be changed, this is a factual narrative based on a true incident (of course for privacy reasons).
Starting with the narration. This occurred back in 2017 as I was at home waiting for an offer letter from a company for whom I had successfully completed my interview. I awaited the joining letter for months. I was living life to the fullest at the time and used to engage in a variety of athletic activities to keep myself busy. A joint family with a couple, in-laws, a daughter, and a son used to reside in my neighborhood.
The protagonist, with whom I used to engage frequently, now entered the scene. Anjana was her name (name changed). I kept in close contact with the entire family, not just her. They used to think of me as their favorite person, and they frequently gave me compliments on how well-behaved I was. Given that I used to spend a lot of time with them, both of the kids were also quite fond of me.
Summer weather prevailed at the time, and I was going about my daily walking routine when bhabhi unexpectedly emerged from her home to summon her daughter, who was playing with her friends. She called me when she spotted me. I approached her and asked what was wrong.
My neighbour bhabhi called to ask if I was available and would teach her how to ride a scooter. At first, I was hesitant to accept her request (because my offer letter could have arrived at any time, and giving such a commitment with chances of leaving it in between doesn’t look good).
Ultimately, she insisted to me how desperately she wanted to learn to ride scooty, and we both agreed on mutual terms.
The following day, bhabhi called me in the evening, and we prepared to travel to a location where I intended to teach her how to ride (the scooty, I mean :p). We arrived at the location and began the session.
I handed over the scooty and made her sit in the front. I asked her if I need to sit in the pillion to which she said, “Of course, do you want me to get wounded on the first day itself” and saying this we both chuckled.
So I sat in the pillion and guided her about how to start the scooty and various other stuff that were basic. She nodded yes and ignited the scooty.
It was her first time, so she gave full acceleration and it took us both by surprise. Fortunately, I knew how to control the situation, and so I did. But all this while, her back got rubbed all over my chest and gut area, and in an attempt to control the handle, I extended my arms towards the front, which resulted in my arms brushing her sagging tits.
After all of this, I experienced a large, firm boner that felt nearly like it was penetrating her ass. She must have sensed it.
When I touched my neighbour bhabhi’s melons, a thrill ran through my body. I was able to stop the scooter at that point, and I got out of the passenger seat. We were laughing together while facing each other.
Bhabhi – That wasn’t my fault. I am a noob, so this is natural to happen.
Me – But you shouldn’t have accelerated this much.
Bhabhi – No matter what happened, you somehow managed to control, with those strong arms (winking).
Me – This is the result of picking heavy dumbbells every day (wink).
Bhabhi – I must say, you are built quite strong, your arms, as well your chest.
Me – How can you say about my chest. You felt just my arms!
Bhabhi – Well, not only I can tell you about your chest, but you have many things that are hard and strong (wink).
I was taken aback by this statement of bhabhi, and simultaneously, I realized that I am standing in front of the bhabhi with a huge tent down there.
I noticed bhabhi already had a glimpse at my tent and passed me a smirk simultaneously.
Me (hiding my boner) – Haha bhabhi, aap bhi na..
Bhabhi – han han naughty hu, pata hai mujhe (Yes yes, I know I am naughty).
In order to ensure that nothing went wrong, we restarted the session. But this time, I was not sitting in the pillion position. I caressed bhabhi’s feet up to her knees while I demonstrated to her how to keep one leg down in order to maintain balance during the initial pick-up.
Let me tell you guys that I have a serious fetish for feet. Women’s feet make me drool, especially when the toenails are painted.
Bhabhi’s toenails were painted red, and her feet were as fair as hell (cherry on the cake). I felt like a lucky bastard for having caressed those gorgeous feet. Bhabhi was dressed in a flimsy salwar.
I then pretended to reach her knees by accident after caressing her feet and felt her legs all the way down to them. I wanted the moment to stop then and there, since the skin was so flawless and light-colored.
Meanwhile, bhabhi noticed this and to bring me to my senses, she uttered – “Ahem ahem Preet, if you are done, we can continue with the session” (laughing)
Me – Oh yes, bhabhi! I was just making sure that your legs are in position, to help you in a smooth initial pick-up.
Bhabhi – Oh, I must say, you are teaching me each and everything so meticulously.
After saying this, she hopped in her scooter and headed for a first pickup. The identical event that I worried for happened once more. She once more accelerated quickly, causing the scooty to lose control.
I had a premonition that it was about to happen, so I reached out and grasped something to calm things down, but this time, it wasn’t handles; instead, it was her. Even if scooty falls off, I made careful to hold bhabhi by her waist to prevent her from falling. My hands were covering her entire stomach the entire time, and one of my hands was on her right tit.
I touched her navel as I grabbed her stomach and was immediately aroused by the size of the hole. Furthermore, grasping her sinking tit was similar to grabbing soft cushion material. The scooter continued to move forward while I was bringing my neighbour bhabhi, Anjana, into my arms and placing one hand on her stomach and the other on her tit.
How things went ahead in the evening and furthermore will be covered in upcoming parts. As I already told you, being my first time, please push aside my writing style or any grammatical/vocabulary mistakes.
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I do not intend to prove the authenticity of this story in any way. So, please don’t enquire for names, pictures, or any other stuff. Genuine and interested females may get along if the vibe matches. For me, privacy is of utmost importance, and I won’t ever compromise on it.