Hi there, let me take you back to the days of my late teens (18 to be exact), to the small yet bustling district in Rajasthan where I grew up. I had always been an average student, but my dreams were as grand as the palaces that adorned the landscape. It was during this time, while preparing for my professional exams, that I encountered a girl who would become a pivotal part of my life for the next decade.
Our eyes met for the first time in a crowded college exam hall. I couldn’t help but be captivated by her figure, particularly her ample upper body. Her breasts were like two voluptuous melons, demanding my attention, and her nipples stood erect, hinting at the pleasures that lay beneath her clothing. She had been a classmate in the past, but the years had transformed her into a woman who could make any man’s heart race.
We began talking through Facebook, and our conversations grew more intimate with each passing day. The thought of her sweet, innocent voice whispering dirty thoughts into my ear was driving me wild. I had never felt this way about anyone before, and the anticipation was unbearable.
Our meetings grew more frequent and more daring as we found new, secluded spots to explore each other’s bodies. Her skin was like silk under my fingertips, her breasts swelling with each breath she took, and her nipples, oh, those sweet, sensitive buds, begged for my attention. She was a natural at this, her every move calculated to drive me insane with desire.
“I want you so badly,” she would whisper into my ear, her breath hot and heavy, her words sending shivers down my spine. “But we must wait for the right moment.”
Her words hung in the air, taunting me as I felt the weight of her 44D breasts pressing against my chest. Her nipples, now my obsession, were like two pebbles yearning for the gentle caress of my tongue. We had come so close, but she remained steadfast in her beliefs, a trait I both admired and found incredibly frustrating.
Our secret meetings grew more frequent. We’d kiss for hours, our tongues exploring every inch of each other’s mouths, my hands roaming her body, tracing the curves that had haunted my dreams. Her ass was a perfect handful, round and firm, inviting me to squeeze it tightly. And her pussy remained a mystery, a treasure to be discovered only when the time was right.
One evening, as we lay in the secluded courtyard of an old haveli, the tension between us was visible. I slid my hand under her skirt, feeling the warmth of her skin. She gasped as my fingertips grazed her pussy, her hips moving instinctively against my hand. “Not yet,” she breathed, pushing me away gently. “But soon.”
The promise of what was to come was like a drug, and I found myself craving more. Each time we met, our encounters grew more intense. Her eyes, filled with desire, searched mine as we touched and teased each other. I longed to bury my face between her thighs, to feel her pussy on my lips.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” she whispered into my ear one hot summer afternoon as we lay hidden in the shadow of an ancient tree. “I want you so badly, but we must be patient.”
I nodded, understanding her hesitation but unable to contain my own desires.
“I know,” I replied. “But let’s just… enjoy each other for now.”
Her smile was like a beacon of light in the darkened room. She nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. Slowly, she leaned back, allowing me to remove her bra. Her breasts spilled out, full and ripe, the areolas a dark chocolate hue surrounding the tightened peaks of her nipples. They were a perfect fit for my mouth, and I greedily took one into my mouth, teasing the sensitive flesh with my teeth and tongue. She moaned, arching her back, her hands tangling in my hair as she urged me closer.
“Suck them,” she panted. “Please, I need it.”
I felt a shock of lightning from what she said. I had dreamt of this moment, of feeling her body yield to mine, of tasting her sweetness. I didn’t need any more encouragement. I lowered my head, taking her left breast into my mouth, my tongue flicking across her nipple, feeling it harden and elongate under my touch. She gasped, her hand pressing my head closer, her nails digging into my scalp.
“Yes, like that,” she stated. “Just like that.”
I continued to suck on her nipple, my tongue playing with the sensitive flesh as she squirmed beneath me. Her breathing grew ragged, her chest rising and falling with each gasp. I could feel her desire building, her body begging for more, but we both knew we had to wait.
“Take off your pants,” she instructed. I complied eagerly, my heart racing as I revealed my erection, straining against my boxers. She reached out, her hand tentative, and wrapped her fingers around my cock, giving it a gentle squeeze.
“Mmm, you’re so big,” she said. I watched, entranced, as she pulled down my boxers, revealing my fully erect penis. It was a good 8 inches, thick and veiny, standing tall and proud. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight, her grip tightening slightly.
“Let me return the favor,” I said to her while sliding down her body. She lay back, her eyes fluttering shut as I kissed a path down her chest, her breasts jiggling slightly with each movement. My hands found the waistband of her panties, and with a flick of my thumbs, they were gone. Her pussy was already wet and swollen, the scent of her arousal filling the air.
“Open for me,” I whispered, and she complied, spreading her legs wider. I kissed her inner thighs, moving closer and closer to her core. Her breath hitched, and she let out a whimper as I finally made contact with her clit. It was a small, sensitive bud, and I flicked it lightly with my tongue, feeling her entire body tense. “Oh god,” she moaned, her hand reaching down to tangle in my hair.
I took my time, exploring every inch of her pussy with my mouth, savoring the taste of it. Her clit grew larger and more sensitive with each passing moment, and I felt her thighs quiver as I sucked and licked her. Her moans grew louder, filling the quiet space with the sweet sound of pleasure.
“Oh yes,” she whispered. “Just like that.”
My tongue dove deeper into her pussy, exploring it, feeling the softness of her inner walls. Her moans grew more insistent, and I knew she was close. With one hand, I gently parted her labia, exposing the tender, swollen flesh beneath. With the other, I began to rub her clit in slow, deliberate circles, feeling it swell even more beneath my touch.
“Fuck,” she moaned, her hand tightening in my hair. “Don’t stop.”
I could feel her body tightening around me, her muscles clenching as she approached the edge. I slid a finger inside her, feeling the warm, slick heat of her pussy. She was so wet, so ready, and my cock throbbed with the need to fill her.
“Please,” she begged, her voice a whimper. “I need you.”
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I slid my hand down her body, feeling the heat radiating from her pussy. Her hand reached for my cock, stroking it gently as I continued to pleasure her with my mouth. She was so close, I could feel her body tensing up, ready to release the tension that had been building for what felt like an eternity.
Her moans grew louder, and she began to buck her hips against my face, urging me on. She pleaded, “Don’t stop,” her voice quivering with desperation. “I’m going to cum.”
Her body tensed, her pussy clenching around my finger as she reached the peak of her pleasure. And then she was there, her orgasm washing over her in waves, her juices flooding my mouth. She cried out, her back arching off the bed, her legs tightening around my head as she rode out the most intense climax of her life.
I pulled away, smiling up at her flushed face. Her eyes were still squeezed shut, her chest heaving with the exertion. “Was that good?” I teased, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
“A-amazing,” she stuttered, her eyes snapping open to meet mine. “But… I want more.”
Her words echoed in my ears as she sat up, her breasts bouncing slightly with the movement. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and power at her admission. She wanted more, and I was the one she was begging for.
“Please,” she breathed, her hand still wrapped around my cock. “I need you inside me.”
Her pleading eyes searched mine, her pupils dilated with lust. I knew she was ready, her pussy was practically begging for me to fill it, but I held firm. “Not yet,” I whispered, placing a gentle kiss on her plump, swollen lips. “We’ll wait for the right moment.”
Her expression was a mix of disappointment and anticipation. She knew I was right; we both did. The thrill of the chase, the buildup of desire, it was all part of the experience. We had been playing this game for years, and she had never once pushed past her boundaries. Her patience was admirable, and it only made the eventual release that much sweeter.
As we lay there, catching our breath, I couldn’t help but think about how much I wanted her. I wanted to be inside her, to feel her warmth and her love. But I knew that I had to wait, that the moment had to be perfect.
“Let’s take a break,” I said, smiling at her. “We can do something else, something to take our minds off of things.”
She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. “Okay,” she said. “What did you have in mind?”
I thought for a moment, trying to come up with something that would distract us from our desire. “Let’s go for a walk,” I said finally. “It’s a nice day out, and we could use some fresh air.”
She nodded, and we got dressed, our hands touching as we put on our clothes. The spark between us was still there, but it was no longer overwhelming. We were able to talk and laugh, to enjoy each other’s company without the weight of our desire hanging over us.
As we walked, the sun beat down on us, warming our skin. We talked about nothing in particular, just enjoying the sound of each other’s voices. It was a peaceful, easy feeling, one that I had grown to love over the years.
But even as we walked, I couldn’t help but think about her. I thought about her body, about the way she had felt beneath me. I thought about her eyes, about the way they had sparkled with desire. And I knew that I couldn’t wait much longer, that I had to have her soon.
As the sun began to set, we made our way back to our secret spot. We sat down, our legs touching, and looked into each other’s eyes. The air was charged with tension, and I knew that it was time.
“I think it’s time,” I said, my voice low and husky.
She nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. “I think you’re right,” she said.
And with that, we began to kiss, our lips meeting in a passionate, all-consuming kiss. Our hands roamed each other’s bodies, touching and caressing. We were lost in the moment, lost in our desire for each other.
As we kissed, I felt my cock growing harder, felt my desire for her building. I knew that I couldn’t wait much longer, that I had to have her now.
“Are you ready?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
She nodded, her eyes sparkling with desire. “I’m ready,” she said.
And with that, I slid my cock into her, feeling her warmth and her love. We moved together, our bodies entwined, our hearts beating as one. It was a moment of pure bliss, a moment that I would never forget.
As we came, our bodies shuddering with pleasure, I knew that I had found my soulmate. I had found the one person who could make me feel this way, who could make me feel so alive.
And as we lay there, our bodies still entwined, I knew that I would never let her go. I would never let this feeling go, this feeling of pure, unadulterated bliss.