Life was going great with me pounding Aditi as my mind pleased. While I was happy in my world, fate had other plans.
Hello all, and welcome to another incident in my life. I am Krish, a 29-year-old guy from Hyderabad currently residing in the USA. This is my story with my mom’s best friend’s daughter, who is also my story reader on this website.
Shravani is a 22-year-old, 5ft tall, dusky skin-toned woman with curves to die for. However, she was deprived of height. She was compensated in other ways, with a 34D bosom and 29 waist size and a huge ass measuring 36. She was a very desirable woman indeed.
Before I jump into the story, I would like to thank each of you who read, took the time to write to me, provided me feedback, and engaged in a conversation. Thank you very much. This story wouldn’t have been possible without your support.
Back to the story, I received several emails and chat requests following my first story being published on the website. One such chat request stood out to me. The message was, “Hey, great writing. I love your story. Which city in the USA are you from, BTW?”
Surprised, I replied with no expectation of getting a conversation. The message itself was a week old when I answered. But fate had other plans. Within 3 days, I received a reply. The person also lived in the city I live in, 5 miles away (8 km). Late in the evening, I saw the person online.
I pinged them, which kickstarted our conversation. I learned that the person was a woman, or at least that’s what they claimed to be. Her name is Shravani.
Shravani read my stories on the site and liked my writing style. She decided to ping me, as they were based in the USA. I was happy about the feedback.
I continued the conversation, getting feedback and learning about Shravani’s opinions and fantasies. Sharing my other adventures. The conversation went on for hours. We called it a day as it went past midnight. We chatted the next day, too.
We continued doing so daily with topics varying from our sexual adventures, life, and opinions on random issues like movies, web series, sex positions, etc.
In our chats, we learned about each other’s ages, heights, skin colours, likes, dislikes, partner counts, etc. You get it, right?
Thus, I learned that she was 22 years old, in the USA, for her master’s. She had a couple of exes, and she enjoyed sex. Gradually, the chats became longer and more penetrating. After almost 2 weeks of daily chatting, we shared our images. I shared my full image with the face.
Shravani decided to share it without a face. Though disappointed, I didn’t mind. I respected her privacy and was confident she would share once she gained more trust in me. We continued to chat, and I never asked her for a face pic again.
Then Shravani asked if we could meet on a Friday night. I was surprised and happy at the same time and replied, “Sure.” The next day, I woke up early, freshened, and started to the decided location. Meeting a reader is always a mixed bag of emotions: fun, nervousness, and excitement.
Those who have done it can relate to it as it involves a bit of risk and a lot of faith. Both parties know the main motive behind meeting each other. Yet, there is always this build-up and tension which makes this entire journey memorable and fulfilling.
Once at the cafe, I pinged her about my arrival and enquired about her ETA, but no reply. I wore my usual T-shirt, blue jeans, and a jacket, which could not go wrong. After nearly an hour, I decided to leave as she was unreachable the entire time. It made me believe she had ghosted me.
At the door, as I was heading out, I saw a woman rushing in the most clumsy way possible. Seeing her, I held the door open for her to get it. That’s when I saw that she was none other than Shravani. Shravani had seen me, so she recognized me.
“Hello, Krish, I am Shravani,” she said, extending her arm for a handshake. I shake her hand with a bright smile and invite her inside the cafe. We ordered and settled in a corner of the cafe. Our corner in the cafe was isolated, giving us ample privacy to converse about anything under the sun, and we did that.
The coffee and conversation started to flow, making us forget about time and the surroundings. As time passed, we hit off on the right foot and started to like each other’s company. That’s when, out of nowhere, Shravani calls me by my nickname. Only my family or people close to me know it.
I was shell-shocked and stared at her. Shravani smiles and squeezes my hand, asking me to relax. She then spilled the beans. I took a moment to process everything. In a gist, she says that she is my mom’s friend’s daughter. Shravani had seen me, but she guessed I hadn’t seen her, so I could not recognize her.
She was able to recognize me the moment I sent her my pic. Well, that’s true. I have been in the USA for the past 7 years. I last saw her when she was 10 years old, so naturally, I could not recognize her. I could realize the lost opportunity due to how she was related to me.
Ignoring that thought, I had a splendid time together and learned more about her life. Eventually, we ran out of things to chat about, so we decided to leave. However, Shravani surprised me again.
“Hey Krish, want to head to my place? I am alone for this entire week as my roommates have left for Spring break,” Shravani said as we exited the cafe.
“Look, Sharavni, I don’t want to make things complicated. Also, I know nothing is going to happen between us, so I think I should pass,” I replied.
“Oh really? Who said nothing is going to happen? Or am I not good enough for you, huh?” Shravani counters back.
I was stunned to reply. I stared at her, wearing black jeans covering her navel button and forming an excellent outline of her ass cheeks. Shravani donned a red full-sleeve crop top. Catching me stare at her, she blushes and tucks her fallen hair strand behind the ear lobe.
“I know it was you, yet I pursued. Doesn’t that tell what my intentions are, huh?” Shravani resumes, and I nod as she continues, “I want some action. It’s been a while, man. Come on, help me out here.”
I chuckle, nod, and say, “Okay, cool, let’s go.”
Once at her place, I scan around and make myself comfortable on her mattress in her room. Shravani, in the meanwhile, locks the doors, checks the other rooms for a presence, and then comes in and locks her room. Standing in front of me, Shravani smiled and stared at me.
Holding onto her top, she removed it in a jiffy, which surprised me. “Krish, forget I’m the daughter of your mom’s friend for a while. Just treat me like any other reader, will you?” Shravani said while I stared at her bosom. I nodded to agree and kept looking as she undoes her bottoms.
Standing in her red-laced bra and black panties, Shravani looked even more tempting. Any remorse or hesitation was all gone seeing her in that attire. I got up from the bed smiling and removed my T-shirt and jeans. Think, damn, this one. I move close, lift her hugging, and swirl to land Shravani on the bed.
Once she is on, I remember that she likes sensuality. I slowly move my hands down to her panty and pull it out. Shravani had almost no hair down there, so I thought it looked like she was prepared for this. Pulling her to the edge of the bed, I kneel and go down on her.
Shravani wanted it badly, the physical touch I understood from the way she squeezed her thighs around my head. Wrapping my hands around her thighs, I went all in with my lips and tongue on her pussy. Spreading the pussy lips with my own, I started kissing and sucking on them.
Gradually moving my tongue in and out, I began to stroke the clit making Shravani moan loudly. With a shy smile, I continued to explore her pussy with my mouth. In the process of pushing my tongue deep into her pussy walls, I observed her thighs stiffening.
Eventually, Shravani moaned loudly with tremors as she had her first orgasm of the day. Shravani’s breath was calming down as I stood up in front of her, stripping myself. I stood between her legs with my dick hard and pointed at her.
Smiling at Shravani, I wrap my dick with a condom.
Holding my dick, I slowly push the tip inside her pussy. Once the entire tip is inside, I start to thrust. Each stroke pushed my dick deeper into her pussy. Finally, once my entire shaft is inside her, I pull it out and push it in once again, thus marking the start of my pounding.
My strokes are languid and graceful, making for a smooth movement. Shravani started to moan loudly and held me tight in her arms. The room was filled with her moans as she moaned her heart out. We stopped so I could even get on the bed.
Once on the bed, I re-entered the pussy, but this time with a single stroke making Shravani gasp. I continued with my thrusting. Shravani keeps staring at me as she moans, moving her hands randomly. I pin her hands down and move mine behind her to snap her bra hook.
Once I remove the bra from her body, she is stark naked, and I direct my hands towards her boobs and nipples. My one hand pinning her hands and the other busy playing with her boobs and nipples. I increased the pace of my thrusts.
Shravani’s moans matched my increased pace.
Trying to get more out of her, I bend and kiss her armpits and shoulders. I thrust my dick deeper. Kissing her lip and sucking on it, I pound Shravani. She is enjoying every bit of it. Leaving her hands, I use both my hands to squeeze and pinch her nipples. I kiss and bite her armpits.
Her moans borderline as shouting, but I go a bit rough and fuck her hard and fast. I try to remove my dick from her pussy to change to a different position. Still, she resists asking me to fuck her in the missionary position itself. I agree with her wish.
Lifting the right leg of Shravani and grabbing her thigh, I adjust myself. I continue the pounding, making my dick hit different regions of the pussy. This act of mine makes her moan more and more louder. This new position hit a chord with her as she held me tight.
She shivered once again, indicating that she had her second orgasm. I increase my pace and focus my concentration on pounding her as hard as I can. I move my hips and pelvic region in full force. Shravani, trying to recover from her orgasm, couldn’t cope and moaned and wiggled a lot as I thrust deep.
Eventually, after a good amount of pounding and bedframe shaking, I finally let my grip on her. I climax and shoot my load into the condom wrapper inside her pussy. I fall beside her catching my breath as I ooze the last drop of my cum. Once I regain my regular breathing, I look at Shravani and kiss her lips.
“Phew, that was amazing,” I say as I close my eyes. Shravani doesn’t answer but hugs me and kisses my chest.
That’s it, folks, for this episode of how I got lucky with a reader who also happened to be someone I knew. Please feel free to write your comments or feedback or drop by to say hello at [email protected].