Hi, my name is Jeevan, and I am an avid reader of the stories published here. So I thought of sharing my own experience as well.
About me, I am an Odia techie guy settled in Hyderabad. I am of average build (5 ft 7), a bit chubby and endowed with a 5-inch tool. So, in a nutshell, your average, every day, throw-a-stone-and-whoever-it-hits kind of guy. My only assets are my sense of humour, patience and compassion, which help me connect well with people.
About her, Sujata is a thin, 5 ft 5 lady with 34-size breasts. But with a face that can turn from simple to seductive in a millisecond. I don’t know how she switches to her sexy avatar so fast. But the effects can set your hormones into an uncontrollable tidal wave.
Sujata was referred to us by our previous housekeeper. (I hate the word servant.) A few neighbouring flats were recently vacated, and she was fresh out of a job. She had 2 kids to care for and an often drunk husband who drove a taxi cab. So his income wasn’t enough to provide for the family.
When the incident happened, Sujata had worked in my rented apartment for about a year. And till this time, I had never experienced any physical relationship. My only recourse to sexual satisfaction was the occasional masturbation.
I had never thought of Sujata from a sexual angle. Even she spoke with me like a friend, sharing her thoughts, day-to-day life and problems. I occasionally helped her with a salary advance to manage household expenses. Sometimes even giving her extra stuff like fruits and medicines when her kids fell sick.
We had reached a level of comfort that 2 close colleagues or casual friends have. Sujata saw me suffer silently in pain, and God knows what came to her mind. She suggested massaging warm oil on my head to alleviate the pain. I readily agreed, as I am a sucker for massages.
She warmed up some coconut oil. She asked me to sit comfortably on the sofa and stood behind me, ready to start the massage. I was dressed in a simple t-shirt and shorts, as one would do in the privacy of home. She asked me to tilt my head back for better access.
As I did, the back of my head touched something soft. I realized that it was Sujata’s belly. It wasn’t plump but more like a flat surface with a cushiony feel. Trust me when I say this, guys. Nothing beats a woman’s touch when it comes to comfort!
Sujata started pouring warm oil on my scalp. She was massaging it with the utmost affection like she would to her child. Her fingertips rubbed my scalp, kneading the pain out of the cells. I could experience the pain ebb away gradually.
It felt so good that I went into a half-asleep-half-trance state and moaned with pleasure. Nothing sexual but pure emotional pleasure. I had no idea what effect this had on her, but I remember her heartbeats going faster. I could feel them thru the skin of her tummy.
Finally, after God knows how long, she asked if she could massage my neck and shoulders while rubbing my scalp. I felt like she was joking because what warm-blooded man would ever say No to this! I said yes. So she suggested removing my T-shirt as the oil might stain it.
Till then, sex was still not an immediate thought in my mind. I was going with the flow of experiencing pure physical goodness. Once I removed my t-shirt, Sujata started pouring drops of oil on the back of my neck and shoulders. Then she started massaging them with her fingertips in a clockwise manner.
This was the 1st time I was touched on my bare skin by a woman. The effect was immediate. The objective of getting the blood flowing on stressed muscles did happen but on the wrong muscle. I suddenly realized my little bro was waking up.
Before I could think or do anything about it, my shorts was like a tent. I immediately tried to cover it with a sofa cushion. But by then, Sujata had already noticed it but stayed silent. After that, there was no more talk about permission.
She moved her massage from my shoulders to my chest without a word. She started running her fingertips and knuckles all over my chest. Eventually, the circles became smaller and smaller and centred around my nipples. She had to bend over a little to reach them properly.
So her 34-sized breasts were comfortably resting and moving on my bare shoulders. I could feel her pebble-like nipples poke through the layers of fabric and sub my skin like another pair of fingertips. My breathing had become almost ragged by then.
I could feel her hot and short breaths on my neck. By this time, both had realized the eventuality of where this was leading to. She must have known more than me as she was the married one, and I was the noob.
I don’t know how, but I gathered enough courage and air to babble out, “Sujata, remove your blouse, or else it will be oil-stained like my t-shirt.” She suddenly stopped. I realized this was a deciding moment and a major turning point.
Now there could only be 2 outcomes. Either she would walk away from me, from the house and never return. Or she would go home, tell her husband, and they return with a vengeance or, even worse, go to the cops.
While trying to gather the thoughts of my scrambled brain, I heard a rustle of clothes. Suddenly I saw something being dropped on the sofa to my left side. It was a maroon blouse and a white bra.
My heart seemed like it would explode. It tried to keep up with the incessant demands to supply enough blood to both my cock and my brain to stay awake! Sujata was now topless and standing behind me with perky tits, lust-hardened nipples, oily hands and unstoppable sexual intentions.
At this moment, I decided not to test the water with my toes anymore. This was a moment to dive deep and let the fluids of lust and desire take over. I gathered managed to say just 3 words, “Please don’t stop.” Not like she needed any further encouragement.
She rubbed my nipples and then her palm over my chest, gradually moving downwards to my shorts. She rubbed the flat of her palm over the peak of my shorts. The tip of my blood-gorged cock was oozing enough precum to stain the brown fabric to black.
She kept rubbing her palm back and forth on the wet spot. The rhythm of her movement was causing her nipples to rub over my shoulders. She bent over even more. Her small but soft breasts pressed on my oil-soaked shoulders, making them lubricated.
It was the 1st time I experienced heaven on my shoulders, those shoulders which had only felt the weight of backpack straps till now. It was like each breast was a living thing of its own. Pressing itself all over the shoulder like 2 naked bodies cuddling under a warm blanket on a winter night!
This caressing of skin over the skin was bound to cause friction. The fire born out of it lighted up my loins to no end. I had never experienced such a raging hard-on. The uncircumcised tip of my cock felt like it would tear my foreskin apart and launch out like an arrow!
Sujata, too, realized the same. Without any further ado, she inserted her right palm into the elastic of my shorts and held my cock with all her fervour. Here I was, a 26-year-old virgin. My only sexual experience till then was chatting dirty with girls (at least, I think they were) on chatting apps. My cock was in someone else’s hand for the 1st time ever, and I had zero idea how to go ahead with anything.
Sujata was aware of my apprehension. She decided, like any level-headed woman, to take matters into her own hands, literally. She walked around the sofa and sat next to me. She leaned over my lap and opened my legs. She rubbed my erection like my cock was a living being and needed her undivided attention.
And undivided attention was exactly what she gave. Slowly rubbing it from the tip to the base, letting the skin of her palm touch each millimetre of the skin. I had almost gone into some coma. My entire body and brain had shut down. My whole life and consciousness were centred on just 1 part.
My erection and the delicate attention it received from a woman driven by her desires. Suddenly Sujata held my right hand with her left and put it on her right breast. Needing no further encouragement, I started caressing her breast. It was my 1st time squeezing and caressing a breast.
I got too enthusiastic for her comfort as she uttered a cry of pain. I realized I needed to be gentler. I started moving my fingertips around her breasts, paying extra attention to the underside. I started making circles with the tip of my fingers, getting the circles closer until I reached her areola.
Her skin was the shiny colour of wheat with areolas of the colour of milk chocolate. Her nipples, though, were the colour and firmness of Hershey’s Kisses chocolates. The tip of my thumb and forefinger closed over her nipple. She let out of moan, which I had only heard in porn videos till now.
This made my cock ooze precum even more. Sujata noticed it. She started gathering the precum with her fingertips and rubbing it over my cock, lubricating it even more. It was causing a sensation which cannot be described in words.
I never knew till then that my cock has veins running down the sides, which swell up during erection. I kept rubbing her nipples back and forth in my fingertips. Sujata let out more moans of pleasure and opened her legs wide. I moved my attention to her other breast and treated it like the other one.
Slowly squeezing all over it, eventually taking the nipples into my fingertips and rubbing them. My mind was focused on worshipping the softness of her breasts. Suddenly, I felt a warm sensation on my cock, like it had been covered with a sponge soaked in warm water.
I opened my eyes to see something I had only seen in my wet dreams. Sujata had taken my cock into her mouth. She was tickling the opening tip of my cock with the tip of her tongue, trying to pry open my foreskin. I felt like I would explode, causing a rapid and abrupt end to this dreamlike experience.
Now I let a moan escape my lips, causing Sujata to increase the intensity of her sucking. She moved her lips to the base of my cock and started licking over the path of the swollen vein. From the base to the very tip and back. I felt like my cock was throbbing for dear life.
All this while, I alternated between squeezing and kneading her breasts like they were made of dough. As if, if I stopped, I would wake up from a wet dream. Sujata understood what would happen if this continued any longer. She stood in front of me and removed her saree.
Then untied the sides of her petticoat and let them drop to the carpet. She stood before me, in her precum-soaked panty, without moving a muscle. As if telepathically communicating with me what to do. And that probably happened because I found my arms moving around her, pulling her close to me.
Her breasts touched my forehead. I started caressing her bare back with my fingertips. (Did I mention that I can give good massages, too?) Slowly raking my nails over her skin, making her breathe faster. Then she could take it no more and thrust her breasts to my waiting, parched lips.
My lips managed to latch onto her nipples like I would die if I took them out. I rubbed them gently between my teeth and licked around her areola with the tip of my tongue. Sujata let out another long moan saying something in Telugu. She held the hair at the back of my head like she would pull them out!
I took my hands from her back, brought them to the front and started squeezing both breasts. My mouth, though, couldn’t stop craving the taste of her skin. The underside of her breasts smelled like musk and lust and a hint of talcum powder. I started licking and kissing the underside.
I was lifting her boobs while she held on to my hair with more strength than I could imagine. She pulled my head closer, almost mashing it to her bosom like the two were inseparable. By this time, I was oozing precum like a leaky tap. I started getting a faint odour.
It was a mix of musk, sweat and some fishy fragrance. Sujata, too, must have realized it. Suddenly she let go of my head and stepped back a little. Without a spoken word, she held my hand, understanding every command. I stood up, as well. She pulled my shorts down and just looked into my eyes.
If lust had a colour, I could see that in her eyes. A dense cloud of bluish-grey and a glaze that would outshine a sliver of glass any day. This was the look of pure lust and desire, the drugged-up effects of human hormones that no amount of artificial chemical can ever induce.
I knelt before her, kissed her navel, and went down to the crotch area. I sniffed deeply. I was rewarded with an intoxicating aroma of musk, sweat and precum. I don’t know much about biochemistry. But this heady cocktail of bodily fluids is enough to get high.
I wonder why people go for narcotics when this is much better! I reached the hem of her panty, took the elastic in my teeth and slowly pulled downwards. As I crossed her mound of Venus, I could smell the raw juices again. I saw that some fluids had trickled down her inner thighs because of the heavy flow.
As I slid the panty down her shapely legs, I noticed that she was naturally hairless, both in her pubic area and her legs. Now we both were as naked as the day we were born, with nothing but our skins between us.
Read part 2 to know how the rest of the noon went.
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