Hi, lovely humans, I’m back after some new adventures in a new country. Please do read and give comments on the same! To all the new readers, please do read my older stories also. I am John (pen-name), a 26-year-old average-built male from Kerala, now residing in Australia.
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So here we go! So, it was a fine evening. I left the small, brick flat I had leased six months ago in Australia for the Gym. The eucalyptus scent blending in with the urban noise was as much of a novelty and delight to me. I’m an engineer hailing from Kerala.
I began this voyage taking a step beyond my comfort zone into the uncertain. I walked to the gym, which was less than a kilometre away. For the last couple of weeks, I had noticed a woman who seemed to be my kind of woman. She was of average build and curvy.
She appeared to walk around with a self-assurance eased with a humility about herself. She was both reassuring and overpowering, like a soft ray of sun sapping the energy from a room.
So, the heroine of our story is Jhansi, 37. She is a nurse from Tamil Nadu who had migrated to Australia from Ireland about 9 months ago. Her husband and children were to join her. Thus, time alone left her with an intense craving for a connection. She had seen me staring at her when she finished her exercise.
Sometimes I feel like her aura made my heart miss a beat for an instant.
So days passed by, we were having just a hello-bye connection. It was New Year’s Eve, and there was going to be a huge community celebration. So, I showed up at the venue in the evening.
I noticed her amongst the crowd, luckily, she was accompanied by someone like me. The sun dipped below the horizon and stained the sky purple and orange. So, it converged in an unplanned intersection.
“Oh, hi, it’s you from the gym!” Jhansi said, greeting me with a warm smile.
“Yeah, I’ve seen you around a few times. I…I didn’t think I’d run into you here,” I admitted. Inside, I was pleased to have a chance to talk with her away from the noise of the gym.
“Me neither! I didn’t want to come by myself, but I did,” Jhansi lightly shrugged. “What about you?
“Same here! New city, new experiences,” I replied.
So, we broke the ice and started discussing different things casually. Later moved on to further discuss the hometowns, the reason why we travelled to Australia and all. I admired Jhansi’s laugh. It comes easily, a melody that is intertwined with the rhythms of festivities nearby.
She seemed to radiate an appealing warmth, drawing me in as we remembered street foods of Chennai and Kochi. Nostalgia glimmered in our eyes. So we decided to take a walk, and we ventured out of the party, getting some fresh air outside.
The Australian horizon glittered with lights, and the din of celebration created a hues-filled background. I quickly volunteered, “Let’s stick together. It’s always more fun with people.” Nodding, Jhansi accepted my offer.
We passed the evening wandering around food stalls, giggling, and even being lost in the wonder of the fireworks show. Finally, we ended up sitting on a park bench, sharing tales. Hours had passed, lost in minutes that felt dreamy but awake.
As we departed, the magic of the evening still lingered on us, weaving a connection that neither anticipated. We exchanged phone numbers, a harmless but telling gesture. “Stay in touch,” Jhansi whispered with a modest smile, her cheeks flushing under the city lights.
“Definitely,” I replied, my heart thudding with anticipation.
The night wrapped us in its promise, filled with possibilities untapped. I strolled home that night, a new hope blossoming within. For Jhansi, she grinned at her phone, relishing the unexpected dash of possibility. In Sydney’s sprawling city, two hearts had intersected, even as they had begun as strangers.
The chance meeting had sparked a flame, a sweetness that would develop into something beautiful. Unknown to us, the coming year would bring changes that neither of us had anticipated. The charm of forming a new relationship and a humble romance to be found.
So our friendship evolved, with exchanged glances and the occasional small talk urging it on. But we never had texted, it was still hello-bye, but something more sincere. One time, Jhansi posted on WhatsApp a photo of her daughter’s birthday, a peek behind the professional and personal front of hers.
I noticed the post, so I thought to initiate a WhatsApp conversation. I wished her in warm words: “Happy birthday to your little angel! Wishing her all the happiness in the world.” I guess this warm gesture thawed out Jhansi, and WhatsApp texts became a daily routine from then on.
So, our text messages ranged from exercise timetables to mundane daily news. But there was a natural ease to our interaction. Being an introvert herself, Jhansi admired the ambivert personality of mine. I understood when to speak and when to keep quiet.
One afternoon, while chatting about our day, Jhansi nonchalantly texted, “So, how’s your girlfriend? You two still together?” I paused for an instant, my hands resting above the keyboard. “Honestly, we broke up a few months ago,” I texted, followed by a brief explanation.
Jhansi’s response was empathetic. Her message soothing me without realising I needed it. The following weekend, I was presented with a pair of tickets to Taronga Zoo from my workplace. I thought to take this as an opportunity and reminisce about our conversations on wildlife and outdoors.
I texted Jhansi, “Hi, I’ve got this zoo ticket. Would you like to come with me? It would be wonderful!” She didn’t delay and said yes, and we planned the outing for the following Saturday. I borrowed my friend’s silver sedan and drove to pick up Jhansi early in the morning.
She came out, dressed in a simple kurta and jeans, her dark hair tied back into a neat bun. “Are you all set for our adventure?” I smiled. “Definitely,” she said as she entered the car. The ride to the zoo was filled with playful chit-chat and laughter. I had a playlist of Tamil and English songs playing over the speakers.
At the zoo, we made our way through the animal exhibits and enjoyed the giraffes, lions, and seals playing in the water. Jhansi’s eyes sparkled like a kid’s, and she seemed to bring the fun and excitement. I laughed quietly and took a picture of her smiling face.
After hours of wandering and exploring various sights, we arrived at *The Rocks* for lunch. We did cafe hopping, drinking coffee and eating pastries as we talked comfortably. Jhansi spoke of her life in Tamil Nadu in a somewhat reflective tone.
As the sun started to set, we knew that we would need to head back. During the ride to Jhansi’s apartment, a comfortable silence fell over us. The day had been superb—relaxed and fun without any pretence. When I pulled over in front of her apartment building, Jhansi spoke.
“My flatmate left for India for the holidays. Would you like to come in? I can cook something for us.” I hesitated for a moment, surprised by the invitation. But the warmth in her eyes put me at ease. “I’d love to,” I replied, stepping out of the car. Inside her apartment, the air was cool and smelled faintly of incense.
She invited me over and asked me to get myself comfortable on the couch. Meanwhile, Jhansi changed into a loose, flowy dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. She invited me to help her with the cooking, and I was happy to oblige.
She led me into the kitchen, where she was making a simple Tamil dinner of rice, sambar, and fried fish. I watched as she moved easily, hands deft and sparing. “You don’t have to cook for me,” I said, leaning against the counter. “I’m perfectly okay to order something. You might be tired after a long day.”
She regarded me, a smiling mouth. “Nonsense. I enjoy cooking, and you are my guest.” While we cooked together, we brushed each other sometimes. I felt chills run down my back. I couldn’t help but continue to admire her juicy melons and plumpy ass.
We watched a film after dinner and sat on the couch. Jhansi hugged me from the side, and I could feel the heat radiating from her body. I controlled myself and didn’t act on that. I thought of leaving. I was about to leave when Jhansi stopped me.
“I cannot contain myself any longer,” she opened up, grasping my hands in hers. “I need you to make love to me. I am a woman who has been starved of pleasure for eight months. Can we share this night?” I embraced her with my arm, and she moved closer.
Our mouths touched in a deep kiss, and I felt her nipples harden beneath her dress. I was surprised, but couldn’t help the urge. I kissed her hard, and she led me to her bedroom. I sat very close to her in the bed. Slowly, with her right hand, she started squeezing my dick from outside the pants.
I was a little sore. But I endured the comfort that was to come. And she started licking my lips. I was also excited, and I started biting her lips back with pleasure. From there, I slowly started kissing her neck and biting and pulling the skin.
At the same time, she got shocked when I started squeezing and pulling nipples from the top of the bra.
Me: “Are you still lactating?”
Jhansi: “Of course, you can drink the whole thing if you want.”
As soon as I heard that, I jerked and squeezed her breast and took it in my mouth. At first, it slowly chewed, then it started to bite and chew like bubble gum. I took off her bra because I was not really getting any milk. Once I took her melons out, I emptied both the breasts alternately.
By enjoying my boob play, she started moaning. Her moaning voice came out. I continued holding both of her breasts with my hands and was squeezing them. And she continues making these silly noises. She took off my t-shirt and laid me completely naked on the bed. And she came on top of me.
She kissed me on my chest and then on my stomach. I felt some special energy inside my body. She went down slowly and planted a kiss on my dick after removing my underwear. Some goose bumps rolled from my big toe to my head.
She put the entire piece of my dick in her mouth and slowly sucked it up. I literally moaned hard out of pleasure. Her speed increased by this, and I felt like cumming now. She was playing with my dick for a long time. So, I quickly pulled my tool out from her mouth. But she didn’t like it.
She looked at me angrily.
Me: Sorry, Jhansi, I will cum now. But I want to release my first love juices inside your pussy.
She said OK. I took off her gown. I was rubbing my dick against her pink, wet pussy. I kissed her cheeks, nose, eyes, ears and neck, and slowly bit her left breast with my mouth. I sucked her breast and enjoyed her nipples for some time.
As soon as the left breast was licked, the right breast was being kneaded with my hand simultaneously. For about 10 minutes, I continued boob play. I caressed her clit gently, and she groaned. I descended to her pussy and started licking it, relishing her sweet nectar.
She was so damp that I could taste her juices running down my chin. I fetched my wallet and took out a condom, fitting it onto my stiff dick. Jhansi was fidgety, pleading with me to fuck her. “Fuck, John,” she moaned as I kissed down her neck. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
I reached under her pussy and stroked the wetness between her legs. I pushed my fingers inside of her, and she gasped. “Oh god, John, that feels so good.”
I could not wait. I inserted and opened up her pussy. I plunged into it, my tongue exploring each region of hers. She moaned and wriggled in bliss, her fingers tangled in my hair. “Fuck me, John,” she begged. “I need your dick in me.”
I didn’t need to be asked twice. I thrust in her, her warm pussy engulfing me. She gasped as I buried myself inside her, and I started moving in and out. “Oh god, John, you feel so good,” she groaned. “Fuck me harder.” I obliged, ramming into her as forcefully as possible.
I could feel her orgasm starting and knew I would not be able to last much longer. I touched my fingers to her clit and rubbed it, and she was catapulted off. She shouted out my name as she orgasmed, her pussy milking my dick.
I couldn’t hold back anymore.
I thrust one last time and came inside her, fortunately inside the condom. We collapsed on the bed, both of us sweating and gasping for breath. We cuddled for some time. I started nipple play. She got aroused by this and was moaning hard.
As I was doing this, she said, “Your boy must need some pampering,” with a naughty smile. I intentionally didn’t ask her for a blowjob because typical women don’t like to do a blowjob. But her intentions were entirely different, and I asked, “Do you like my penis?”
“Yes, I do. It’s very nice and it’s not a penis. It’s a cock or a dick. When you talk with your doctor, it’s a penis, but when you’re with a lady, it’s a cock.”
“I love hearing you say those words.”
“You like me talking about how big your COCK is or how much I want to suck your DICK?”
“Oh yeah,” I croaked.
She kissed my stomach and made a trail of kisses going lower. My cock was still twitching from excitement. Jhansi licked my ball sac and sucked on my balls. I’d never heard of this, but it was great. Then she licked my shaft up and down, up and down.
She looked up at me with a wry grin and kissed my cock head. She kissed it all over. Then she opened up and pulled my cock into her warm, wet mouth. She moved her head a few times, then she started to play around the crown area, which gave me maximum satisfaction.
It really felt heavenly, and I was moaning hard out of the blue, then I screamed. I shot the biggest load I had ever shot, and it all went into Jhansi’s mouth. I felt like crying.
“I’m sorry, Jhansi.”
“John, I LOVE to swallow cum.”
Then I noticed that her pussy was wet and needed me in. I took out another condom, and she was like “Fuck me, John.” Jhansi panted, trying to breathe.
I smiled and wrapped my arms around her, feeling her heart pounding against mine. “You’re amazing,” I told her.
“Oh, John. Fuck me harder. Pound your cock into my pussy. Harder. Harder!”
I was sweating now, and it was dripping down on Jhansi. Her legs would sometimes be flailing in the air, sometimes wrapped around my waist.
Jhansi began to gasp and pant.
“Oh, John. I’m going to cum. Fuck me. Oh God. I’m cumming.”
I could feel her pussy squeezing my dick as she came, and it got me going, too.
We remained there for a while, basking in the glow of our making love. I couldn’t wait to do it again.
As we lay there, Jhansi grinned at me mischievously. “You know, John, I’ve always wanted to do something a little different.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Oh? What?”
She crept closer to me, her breath warm on my ear. “I’ve always wanted to try anal.”
I swallowed. “Are you sure?
She nodded, her eyes aglow with excitement. “I trust you, John. I know you’ll make it good for me.”
I kissed her fiercely, and my dick hardened again. I was anxious to learn more about this new aspect of her. I pulled out my meat and rolled her over, screwing her from behind. She emitted a great moan, thrusting her ass at me. I ravished her aggressively, smacking her ass and pulling on her hair.
She cum hard, screaming out my name. I wasn’t done yet. I pulled out and motioned for her to ride me. She straddled me, slowly lowering herself onto my dick. She rode me mercilessly, her tits bouncing up and down. I reached up and pinched them, pulling on her nipples.
I could feel that I was close, and I knew she was too. I rolled her over again, and we started the second round off with a 69 position. I licked her clit while she sucked on my dick, bobbing her head up and down. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I cum hard, covering her mouth with my cum.
She swallowed the whole lot, then licked her lips. We showered together afterwards, washing away the cum and sweat. And with that, we snuggled up together in her bed, exhausted but happy. “That was amazing,” she said, nestling against me. “We should do it more often.”
I couldn’t agree more. Jhansi was a woman who knew what she wanted, and I was happy to comply with her. We spent the rest of the night getting to know each other’s bodies, fucking in every fucking position we could think of. It was a night that I would not forget soon.
I knew that this was just the beginning of our sexual adventures. As we lay there, tired and happy, Jhansi looked up at me with a smile. “You know, John, you’re not so bad for a gym buddy.” I smiled and kissed her forehead. “You’re not so bad yourself, Jhansi.”
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