It was 11:45 pm in the night; both I and my neighbour Shwetha (name changed) were fully naked. We found ourselves in the soothing embrace of the shower, the warm water cascading over us. Having just had the best sex of our lives, our original intention was a simple post-sex cleansing before settling into bed. However, an undeniable desire lingered between us, a shared hunger for more sex.
I already had an erection and I could sense Shwetha too wanted more. By then, Shwetha and me were hugging each other under the shower. I had to literally kneel down in front of her to reach her lips. With the warm water upon us, we were kissing each other again, this time taking in the water as we licked and sucked each other’s face.
The floor was hard, but with my neighbour Shwetha’s soft embrace, all I could see was her nipples. They were firm and I started sucking them again. With the warm water, this time they were already wet and I was sucking it. Shwetha, with eyes locked on the shared passion, observed my actions while her arms delicately entwined around my neck.
In the silent language of our eyes, a shared understanding blossomed – no words were necessary. Both of us were aware of the unspoken desires in the air. Beneath the continuous downpour of warm water from the shower, I moved with purpose, this time directing my attention to her tummy.
I licked her navel hole and sucked the water from it. I asked her if she liked it. She nodded. She also reciprocated by kissing and licking my chest and tummy. Immersed in a shared passion, we embraced one another beneath the flowing water, our hands engaged in a tender dance across each other’s bodies. We were cleansing and exploring each other simultaneously. I fervently scrubbed her back, simultaneously licking her tummy and caressing her breasts. In harmony, she reciprocated, diligently scrubbing my back as the water served as a witness to our act.
With the height difference, I knew penetration was not an option here. Driven by a daring impulse and inspired by Shwetha’s gentle nature, I ventured into uncharted territory, motivated by a willingness to explore the unexpected with her. The water was gently dripping off my neighbour’s vagina. With each lick, I started going further down and gently held Shwetha’s legs with my hands.
I started sucking and drinking the water of her thighs. Shwetha was moaning now and I could hear the “Oo”s and “Aah”s every time I sucked her inner thighs. I was erect and my penis was hard. However, I overcame the desire for penetration and moved toward her vagina. With water dripping off her vagina, I ventured into the unknown territory for the first time in my life.
I gently started sucking her vagina and drank the water dripping from it. I knew Shwetha was in ecstasy by her reaction as she was shivering and screaming by now and held my head tightly pushing towards her. I vigorously swayed my tongue; careful enough not to get any teeth involved and hurt her but generously kept licking, sucking and kissing her vagina and vulva. This continued for some time with more screams and moaning from Shwetha which was quite encouraging for me.
By then, I was tired and sat on the floor. My neighbour too sat in front of me and started kissing me and sucking me. With her hand, she started playing with my penis. With her gentle fingers, she took it in her hand, squeezing it simultaneously kissing and licking my face. With water mixed with the saliva drooling out of her mouth, she kept sucking and licking my face, chest, and body. I ejaculated on her hand within a few minutes as I was already tired.
We both were now sitting on the bathroom floor tired and warm water still pouring on us. I was in a state of trance on what had transpired this evening. What started as an uneventful day turned out to be the most memorable day of my life. My mind took me back to the usual thoughts about Shwetha and the conversation we had that evening.
I used to frequently encounter Shwetha during our morning jogs, and each time I glimpsed her in form-fitting attire, a subtle warmth resonated within me. Shwetha, with her diminutive stature of around 5 feet, emerged as the epitome of fitness and allure.
At the age of 32, she embodied the ideal image for many, possessing a figure that seamlessly captivated the attention of onlookers. Her years of dedicated jogging and exercise had sculpted her legs into a fiercely toned feature, complemented by a remarkably flat tummy.
My neighbour’s physical prowess extended to her buttocks, which, despite their alluring fullness, retained a firm and upright contour, harmonizing with her curvaceous hips. The allure of her physique continued with well-rounded 32c breasts, lending a seductive and substantial quality to her relatively petite frame. Long, flowing hair framed her face, which exuded an innocent charm. Adorned with a sticker on her forehead and impeccably sculpted eyebrows, her round face and brown eyes enhanced the overall allure.
A captivating element of Shwetha’s expression was the presence of a dimple that showed up each time she smiled, adding a touch of charm to her already enchanting features.
At 30 myself and standing at 6’2” and maintaining a robust 80 kg, my commitment to regular exercise had ensured that I too have an athletic build. Living in the same society and considering Shwetha also worked close to my office in Mangalore, Shwetha and I found ourselves familiar faces within the same social circles.
Our lives frequently crossed paths, not just figuratively, but quite literally when I used to drop her if I happened to meet her while driving. While harboring a genuine crush on my neighbour Shwetha and indulging in the fantasy about wild sex with her, our interactions remained pleasantly normal. The height difference sparked reflections on how our dynamic might evolve if my dreams were to materialize. With the attraction and friendship, the intrigue of the unknown lingered, adding an element of anticipation to our everyday exchanges.
It was already 9:00 pm when we were driving back home and the atmosphere was silent. Determined to lift her spirits, I tried to have light-hearted conversations with her. The typical Mangalore rains began to pour heavily, reducing the road visibility, and prompting me to slow down. Rather than being stuck in a traffic jam, we decided to park the car in the city, hoping to wait out the rain and perhaps indulge in the common Mangalore ritual of enjoying an ice cream.
To our surprise, the ice cream shop had closed early due to the rain, leaving us in the parking lot with the wipers working overtime. They say rain and time can change anything, and true to this saying, Shwetha and I found ourselves in a surprisingly pleasant situation.
The steady drumming of rain on the car roof became the backdrop for our friendly conversations, turning an ordinary night into a memorable and unexpected connection.
We had started discussing the sudden change in weather and if we will be able to continue our normal routine of jogging tomorrow morning. We also kept discussing the need to stay fit as we age.
Our discussions turned into who among us is the fitter one etc. We resolved to playful banter and the conversations kept changing from who could run faster to who could jog more. Every time, I deliberately gave up and accepted defeat.
Suddenly, I told her that there was one thing though, I would win if there was a challenge. Shwetha casually asked what it was.
Me: You know, Shwetha, I am pretty confident I can outlast anyone in bed.
Shwetha (laughs): Oh, really? You might be overestimating yourself there.
Me: How can you judge that without really knowing me?
Shwetha: Well, if you are not as good as me in other challenges, why would you be exceptional in bed?
Me (mockingly): Is that a challenge?
Shwetha (smirking): Maybe it is.
Me: Hmmm.. The only way to find out is to give it a try.
The conversation had veered in an unexpected direction, leaving both of us momentarily taken aback by the unexpected words that had slipped out. Despite the surprise, I had attempted to inject a sense of humor into the situation, suggesting that perhaps, considering her height, she might be right – I might not reach her, and she could potentially outlast me in bed as well.
To my respite, the rain had substantially reduced and we decided to return. There was an awkward silence all the way home and I was cursing myself for it.
Finally, we reached her home and Shwetha got down from the car.
Shwetha (casually): By the way, my parents are out of town for the week.
Me (nodding): Okay, bye.
Shwetha (bluntly): Just a ‘bye’?
Me (confused): What do you mean?
Shwetha: You were all-talk about wanting to give things a try. Or was that just talk? Have you already given up?
I couldn’t believe my luck; a long-held fantasy was unfolding into reality. The mere thought of being with Shwetha stirred a gentle excitement within me. Swiftly parking the car, I eagerly stepped out and trailed behind her. This marks the beginning of the story. To discover the events between our arrival home and our time in the shower, stay tuned for part
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