This story took place around 2009 when I finished college and had my first job. I just want to share my experience, and I hope you will like it.
It was just another evening at the bus stop. I was on my way home from office. I noticed her for the first time; she was standing a few feet away – with a long braid, deep brown skin, and an average build. To my remembrance, she wore a light blue churidar that hugged her curves just enough to pride her without pushing too hard. I don’t know why, but something made me look into her. For days, went without saying a word; as days passed, it changed to a tiny nod. One day, she conveyed a simple smile, which converted into a simple hi-hello conversation.
One weekend, I went to the bakery, which I often go to, near a bus stand. The air was mixed with all the smells of chats, juice, tea, coffee, etc. As I looked inside the bakery, I spotted her – sitting alone at a corner table, her fingers wrapped around a glass. I took a breath, made my opportunity and approached her, my footsteps quiet on the floor.
As I was near her, she looked up and saw me; her eyes widened, blank with surprise.
“Oh! You!” she stammered, the glass nearly slipping from her grip.
“Can I join you?” I asked, my voice steady, and I slid into the seat opposite her.
She blinked, and her surprise slowly turned into a smile. “I… uh, of course! I didn’t expect you…. Waiting for my friend.”
She said she was waiting for her friend, and I waited till her friend arrived, which made us close. As days passed, we used to meet and spend time together outside, and sometimes, I invited her to my home and introduced her to my parents as friends.
One Friday evening, in the bakery, we sat opposite each other.
“Do you have any plans for tomorrow?” I asked.
She looked up from her orange juice drink, a trace on her face. “No,” she replied, her eyes narrowing slightly, “Why?”
I couldn’t help but smile. “Well, I was thinking…” I hesitated, “I was thinking… a time to spend time… together… I am alone tomorrow….” I paused.
Her brow furrowed playfully. “Just us? What’s special?”
I chuckled, rubbing the back of my neck. “Maybe. I mean….”
“Alone… what plan…?” She smiled, clearly teasing, and continued to drink her juice through a straw.
I said, “I am planning to bake something, so can you help me.”
She bubbled her drink through the straw and looked up at me with a smile. “I used to self-bake. I am convinced… but…” she paused, and I looked into her eyes; she continued smiling, “Keep an extinguisher with you…”
I smiled and understood the extinguisher she meant, “Deal! I’ll keep the extinguisher.” We laughed.
The following day, around 10 am, she came to my home. She wore a bright white churidar with free-flow hair, and she entered my house, looked around and said, “Really, you are alone?”
“Yes,” I said, I tried to sound casual, but the way she brushed her hair behind her ear made it difficult for me to think straight. The way her body moved, her hips swayed, and she turned to look at me. I took a closer step, trying to read her mood.
She halted me as I moved towards her, keeping her right hand on my chest, “Need some refreshing drink…”
I replied, “Only lemon and cold water…” She asked me to prepare lemon juice, and I prepared for her, and we had it while sitting on the couch.
We took a sip, but my attention was on her. I lowered my glass, moved closer to her, and took a deep breath while admiring her. My heart thumped in my chest as I reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as my fingers touched her skin; she felt electric. She lowered her glass.
“Can I kiss you?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
She nodded, and my lips met hers. She initially kept her lips closed, but later, she opened them. I pulled her closer, wrapping my arms around her waist, and she hugged me. We started to taste our lips, which continued for a few seconds. And we parted and looked into our eyes.
“Great,” she said, smiling, “I think you are a good baker.”
I replied, “Do you like baking?”
She replied, “I was interested in it, but no one approached me…” and paused.
“No, one?” I interrupted.
She replied, “Those who approached, I didn’t like the way they approached… I liked yours.”
I replied, “You won’t forget this baking…”
Looking into my eyes, she asked, “What do you like to bake first?”
I replied, “Sometimes it varies, but buns are my favorite – soft, warm…”
She smiled, “Oh…”
I continued, “A lot of careful requirements in kneading… pressure to apply and requires to be gentle…”
Teasingly, I asked her, “About you?”
She blushed, “I’m a bit new to baking… but I want to work with rolling pin,” I asked her why, and she replied, “For kneading, pressing, and, uh…” while playfully biting her lip, “So can we go to the baking station?”
I just said, “Baking was yesterday…” in my fear, but she kept that and continued her playful thing. I loved that about her; she was really naughty, and, indeed, we couldn’t judge a book by its cover, right?
Then, we moved to the bedroom; no, it was the baking station for her, and we sat on the edge of the bed. She had been confident before but became nervous as we sat together. I surrounded her waist with my right hand and kept my left hand on her lap, rubbing and asking, “What happened?”
She said, “Nothing…” I could see something cooking in her mind.
I rubbed her lap and moved my hands towards her boobs; I rubbed her boobs over her dress, and she laughed after a few moments; as I began to rub both of her boobs, she began to arch. She then playfully, with her left hand, placed her palm on my pants over my tool. I continued on her boobs over her dress, and she rubbed my tool over my pants. My tool was already ready during the play before.
She tried to put her hand under my pants, but it was tight. I buttoned the pants and pulled them down to my knees while sitting. She squeezed my balls on my briefs in a playful manner. She turned comfortably and took out my erected tool from the briefs; I let her enjoy. She played with it while my hands were playing with her boobs over her dress.
“Is this okay?” she asked, playing with my cock.
“More than okay,” I replied.
Her fingertips brushed in a simple feather-light touch, but I felt the heat pooling in my stomach. I leaned into her, wanting more. The stroke of her fingers radiated pleasure to my core. I closed my eyes, enjoying the moment of her rhythm.
I could feel myself hardening further in her hand, “God,” I breathed.
“You like that?” she teased, her voice playful, quickening her speed, her eyes with mischief.
“Yeah, just like that,” I murmured.
As she continued to play, I asked her, “Would you like to taste it?”
She hesitated initially and asked, “Do you want me to put it in my mouth?”
I replied, “If you wish…”
She said, “I have seen it in videos…” she paused and said, “Let me try it… if I like it, then I’ll continue…”
I agreed; her lips gently kissed the tip of my cock, and her tongue traced down the tip. Experimenting with the taste, she took it into her mouth further down, but she didn’t like it; I could understand it was her first time, and I was okay with it and left it.
I then asked, “Can we do more?”
She agreed, and we removed our clothes, and I made her lay on the bed; I went over to her and kissed, licked, and sucked her tiny little boobs. Slowly, I went down, trailing kisses on her impossibly soft skin; I felt her shiver beneath my kisses.
When I finally reached the spot between her thighs, I paused, looking up at her flushed cheeks.
Gently, I kissed her pussy, and her breath fastened. The warmth of her pussy and the faint, intoxicating scent drove me wild. My mouth went to her cunt, tasting the innocence and excitement. I began softly, letting my tongue explore. With every stroke, her breathing turned into soft moans, her body moved in rhythm with mine.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered.
My hands gripped her thighs, losing myself in the taste and sound she made.
“Right there,” she said.
Moving my tongue in gentle, swirling motions made her hips press up to meet me, urging me on. I went a little deeper into her response.
“Yes… please… just like that,” she whispered, her breathing becoming rapid.
As I continued, I knew we were both reaching a position where the intensity between us was definite. I moved up, looking at her face.
“I want you… all of you,” she said.
I asked her to take the condom that I kept under the pillow and taught her how to place it. I was on her top, my hands between her chest. I slowly glided my cock into her pussy, entering by the slightest inch. She gasped softly, her hands gripping my shoulders, eyes wide open.
“Are you okay?” I asked softly, looking at her face.
She nodded, a shy smile playing on her lips. “It’s… it’s more intense than I expected,” she whispered.
“I thought I was ready for this, but I’ve only… only used, you know… a carrot,” she admitted, with a blend of embarrassment and laughter, which made me feel closer to her.
I giggled, moving a strand of hair from her face. “Then we’ll take it slow,” I told her, “Just tell me what feels good, okay?”
She nodded, and I breathed deeply; I slowly pressed in a little further, letting her body adjust. Her fingers tightened on my shoulders, and she bit her lip, her eyes closing.
“Oh… it’s different,” she moaned. “It’s a little… too much,” she said her face with a beautiful mix of pleasure and hesitation.
I paused, “If it hurts too much, I won’t go deeper,” I whispered. “I want you to enjoy it.”
She opened her eyes. “No, I… I want this. I want to feel all of you,” she whispered. “Just… slowly,” she added, followed by a small laugh, which made me feel even closer to her.
I nodded, easing forward a little till the end. Her breathing grew shallow, and a soft moan escaped with an initial sting of pain. I could feel her shift, delicate pulse as she adjusted to me.
“Relax,” I said, my hands moving to gently massage her hips. “Let yourself feel everything… slowly.”
I could feel her body softening; her breaths turned to quiet gasps, and she looked up at me. “It’s starting to feel… better,” she said and continued after a pause with a naughty smile. “The dough’s really rising now,” she said with a laugh.
“Good,” I whispered. I moved in slow, her moans growing softer and relaxed as I kept a gentle rhythm. After a few moments, she let out a deeper moan, her eyes pressing tight. “There… right there,” she whispered.
I moved gently, letting her feel everything. The pleasure began to build within her, and she pulled me closer. “I didn’t know it could feel this good,” she said.
I quickened my pace so she could respond to every shift and rhythm. Her body began to tighten around me. Her moans filled the room, soft yet powerful.
We moved in a rhythm, a timeless moment with passion, closeness, and shared pleasure.
With one final, deep thrust, I felt her body ripple around me. “Oh, God…” She gasped; I let myself go, feeling the tension release as our bodies synchronized perfectly.
We lingered at that moment, our breaths mixing as we slowly came down from the heights. I brushed my fingers along her cheek, looking at her eyes for any sign of how she felt.
“That was… incredible,” she breathed. “I didn’t know it could be like that.”
I smiled back. “You were amazing. You made it unforgettable,” I replied.
She looked up at me, her expression sincere. “I think I could get used to this, with you,” she said playfully.
As we lay together, our bodies hugged each other.