Greetings everyone! Allow me to recount a recent incident that sent shivers down my spine. I am Abhijeet (name changed), hailing from the picturesque town of Mangalore and currently immersed in the bustling IT scene in Bangalore. At 28, standing tall at 5’10” with a lean physique weighing in at 70 kg, I recently found myself amid an unexpected and exhilarating experience.
Curious to know more? Let the tale unfold.
Embracing the unique rhythm of a lifestyle that allows me to spend the majority of my month in the tranquil embrace of my hometown, Mangalore has its perks. This incident unfolded during one such extended stay, adding an unexpected twist to the tapestry of my routine.
Let me introduce you to Divya (name changed), the enchanting chapter of my life. We’ve been navigating the delicate dance of romance for the past six months. My girlfriend Divya, a fellow IT professional, and I were once colleagues, and our paths intertwined once again in the vibrant coastal city of Mangalore.
Allow me to paint a vivid picture of Divya. Standing at a graceful 5’4″, she possesses a cascade of long, lustrous hair that complements her warm, brownish complexion. Her beauty lies in the delicate balance between fairness and deeper hues. A pair of impeccably toned legs and a flat tummy add to her allure, while her curvy 32C figure defines elegance. But it’s her face that steals the spotlight – an elegant smile, pointed lips, a beautiful nose, and eyes that hold a myriad of untold stories.
Now, let me share the unfolding chapter of our story, set against the backdrop of Mangalore’s coastal charm.
I found myself at Divya’s place one weekend, arriving a tad early at 11:00 in the morning for a lunch rendezvous. With her father and sister away for some errands, it was just her mother and me. While her parents were aware of our friendship, they remained blissfully ignorant of the romantic turn our relationship had taken.
Eagerly anticipating our reunion after a hiatus of two months, I sported a casual yet vibrant ensemble – blue jeans paired with a red t-shirt. As I stood at the threshold, brimming with anticipation, it was her mother who welcomed me, momentarily dampening my spirits, for I had expected my girlfriend Divya herself.
To my pleasant surprise, her mother, with a surprising frankness, informed me that Divya was currently in the midst of a shower and would join me in just 10 minutes. Making the most of this unexpected twist, I engaged in light-hearted conversation with her mother, aware that the rest of the family would only return in the afternoon.
As my conversation with Divya’s mother unfolded, the anticipation heightened, and just when I least expected it, Divya made a captivating entrance. A sight for sore eyes, she had chosen a stylish ensemble for the occasion – blue jeggings paired with a pink kurthi top. The jeggings hugged her form gracefully, emphasizing every contour, while the kurthi added a touch of elegance, subtly enhancing the curves of her figure. A hint of a black bra peeking through added an element of allure.
As we delved into the conversation, my eagerness to have a private moment with Divya grew. It had been two months since we last met, and the prospect of reconnecting face-to-face was tantalizing. Sensing my impatience, my girlfriend tactfully mentioned she had a call scheduled for 11:30, but assured me of her return by noon. She suggested I either engage in a chat with her mother or join her upstairs in her room, where I could pass the time watching something while she attended her call. Once again, I marveled at her candidness.
Resolute in not wanting to appear overly eager, I assured Divya that I would join her shortly and continued engaging in conversation with her mother. By gradually steering the topics in different directions as her mother prepared a meal, I bided my time. I waiting for the opportune moment to connect with Divya. Little did I know that a surprise awaited me as I finally made my way to Divya.
Maintaining an air of innocence, I casually inquired about the status of her call and subtly questioned what I could watch, noting the absence of a television in her room. However, to my delightful surprise, Divya playfully pulled me closer, asserting that the choice was entirely mine. At that moment, with her mother busy downstairs, my heart raced in anticipation of the unexpected turn our encounter was about to take.
Reunited with Divya after what felt like an eternity, the air between us crackled with an irresistible lust. I pulled her closer, a primal urge guiding my every move.
With my left hand, I gently tilted her wet head towards mine, still damp from the shower. Simultaneously, my right hand found its place on the curve of her buttocks, a delicate yet firm squeeze urging her even closer.
Our heights aligned perfectly, and the magnetic pull between us intensified. Moving in for a kiss, I started with a gentle smooch, my lips hungrily savoring the taste of her upper lip. Our hearts raced in tandem, the tension palpable in every shared breath. The door remained ajar, a silent witness to our clandestine rendezvous, as we desperately hoped her mom remained engrossed in the culinary symphony below.
The soundtrack of clinking utensils provided the backdrop for our passionate exchange. I kissed Divya as if every stolen moment mattered, an echo of desire reverberating through each touch. Her lips, warm and inviting, mirrored my fervor, while her damp hair added an extra layer of sensuality. The sensation of her soft, juicy buttocks only heightened the intoxicating dance of our passion.
In a daring move, I ventured southward as the kitchen sounds serenaded our escapade. Lifting her kurthi gently, I placed tender kisses on her navel, a teasing prelude to the rising tension. The navel became a focal point, my tongue tracing circles, a dance of desire escalating between us.
Just as our arousal reached its zenith, the abrupt silence of the cooking signaled an unexpected pause, leaving us frozen in anticipation. Hopeful, we listened, and the reassuring hum of the mixer greeted our ears, granting us a precious extension of our stolen moments.
Determined to make the most of this fleeting reprieve, I knelt before her, both hands firmly securing her presence in this intoxicating dance of desire. I explored further, my hands squeezing her buttocks, eliciting a soft moan and an involuntary shiver. My tongue traced delicate circles around her navel, each lick igniting a trail of anticipation as I ascended. Divya, consumed by arousal, lifted her kurthi and bra, an invitation to delve deeper into the realms of passion.
Her breasts, a masterpiece of allure, revealed themselves. Curvy and soft on the sides, her large, aroused nipples added an exquisite touch. The symphony of desire played on as we navigated this intimate moment, attuned to the sounds of her mom working in the background. A pause ensued, ensuring our secret dance remained concealed, and as luck would have it, her mom continued with the cooking, granting us the serendipity to resume our passionate exploration.
With precision, the tip of my tongue traced circles around my girlfriend’s hardened nipples, each motion met with a palpable shiver running through her. My left hand embraced the curves of her buttocks, a firm squeeze intensifying the sensation. Meanwhile, my right hand orchestrated a delicate dance, circling her right nipple, while my tongue and mouth tended to her left breast with a symphony of licking, sucking, and kissing.
Time was a fleeting companion, but I ensured both of her breasts received their due attention. The air thickened with arousal, and I could sense the subtle warmth and moisture emanating from her aroused state. Planting a kiss on her groin over the fabric of her dress, I detected the heat beneath. A loud moan escaped her, triggering a momentary worry about her mom overhearing. Yet, the rhythmic hum of the mixer acted as our clandestine ally, veiling our passionate interlude in a cloak of auditory camouflage.
The heat between us had reached a fever pitch, and our breaths synchronized in the hushed urgency of the moment. Both were aware that at any minute my girlfriend’s mom could ascend the stairs and catch us red-handed. We were living on borrowed time. Fate, however, favored the bold that day, as her mom, blissfully occupied with washing dishes, granted us a brief window of privacy – a mere five minutes.
Seized by desire, I, with a pounding heart and a raging passion, wasted no time. Unzipping my pants, my eager arousal sprung free, craving liberation from its denim confines. To my delight, my girlfriend Divya, equally impassioned, offered no resistance. Hastily, I released her from the snug embrace of her jeggings, ensuring a cautious closure of the door against the backdrop of clinking utensils.
In the confines of our temporary sanctuary, I embraced her, holding her tightly, and, with a subtle bend, began planting fervent kisses along the elegant curve of her neck. The world outside the closed door ceased to exist, drowned out by the intoxicating symphony of our stolen moments. With little adjustments, we both slid our pants although not completely.
I went inside my girlfriend’s pussy in the standing position. We had to be careful not to make any noise and every time I went, Divya was letting out gentle moans which I had to handle by kissing her lips or smooching her.
Overall, this was a quickie and with the thought that her mom could walk in any minute, I penetrated gently and slowly initially. Slowly, I increased the speed. I had just ejaculated on her when her mom called our names. We both were shocked and could hardly respond.
Both were panting for breaths and as warm as a coal box. It turned out her mom was preparing juice for us. We quickly kissed each other on the lips pulled our pants took a few deep long breaths and went down as if nothing happened. It was our first time with each other and little did we expect to go it this way.
We have had sex several times after that but I have to tell you this has been the best and the most thrilling experience with my girlfriend so far.
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