Chapter 3: The steamy and raw bedroom action
Shipra pulls me into her bedroom, dim lights cast shadows, a small folding table (just as the size of a lap) on the bed loaded with food. LED light garlands hanging on the wall behind, with lights changing in a timed musical pattern – red, yellow, blue, pink, green. Couple of scented candles with strong lavender fragrance flickered around.
Shipra lead me to the bathroom, peeling off her crop top. She looked at me with a smile.. cute yet lusty!
Hungry eyes looking me as if she is a panther and I’m her prey. Her medium sized round tits bouncing free, nipples stiff. “Strip, Pratty,” she commanded, dropping her shorts, her pussy was covered by dark curls. I fumble my clothes off.. my cock is half erect!
With a wicked wink she said, “We’re shaving each other, then bathing. Get ready for the show later.”
She grabbed a trimmer, trimming off her armpit hair, clumps falling. “Trim my bush,” she ordered, spreading her thighs while sitting on a stool. I move the trimmer over her hairy pussy.
Then she took the trimmer from me, shaving my pubic hair, my dick twitching as her fingers brush me. She sprayed foam on my chest, thighs, arms, back, it was cool and tingling. This is one of those foamy sprays that when sprayed on the skin will remove hair in a minute. It’s just apply, wait and wash.
She pointed below her navel and I sprayed some foam there. I actually didn’t want to do that as the scanty trail of hair looked sexy. “Spray my legs and thighs,” she ordered. I coated her, my hands were grazing her ass.
Then she pulled me close to her under the shower, and saw my soft cock. “Still shy?” she teased, gripping my shaft, stroking till it’s half-hard and said, “I want this cock rock-solid tonight, so don’t fuck up my vibe”. I didn’t know if I should’ve taken it as a request or warning.
Under the cold shower falling on us, we got up close, touched each other every where. Cleaned all the hard to reach places for each other, scrubbed each other’s back. Her hands were sliding over my balls, my fingers tracing her wet pussy. She turned the shower off and we got out. We shared a towel, wiping each other dry, her tits pressed against me.
Her bedroom was now very cold with the AC blasting since quite sometime. In that cold room, standing naked before me, with some mischief visible in her eyes, she said, “Let’s feed each other.. mouth to mouth!”
We fed each other fruits, our lips brushed. We were watching an adult movie on the TV. It had cocks pounding, moans blaring and what not. We sat, cuddled, touched each other, felt each other. It was like a perfect idea of a movie date at home on a lazy evening! The movie was fine. But made us sleepy.
She yawned and turned off the AC. “It’s nap time now. We’ll wake sweaty, then fuck raw.”
We got under the sheets, her thigh trapped my dick. Lower thigh slowly rubbing on it. Her face buried in my chest. She’s out within seconds, snoring, spit drooling, snot leaking on my shaved chest, messy as hell. I too drift off, feeling her body heat on me.
It’s 3 AM, when we wake up, tangled in sheets, bodies sticky with sweat! Shipra looks at me, our eyes focused at each other. Her half sleepy smile makes me hard and the next second, her lips crash into mine, our unbrushed mouths go raw and our tongues sloppy. It’s awesomely sexy to see a girl spontaneously start kissing you.
After few seconds she withdrew, strands of saliva visible connecting our lips for a few seconds before vanishing in thin air.
“Morning fresh, huh?” she laughed, her breath was sour but nasty. We grab those aphrodisiac chocolates, feeding them mouth-to-mouth, saliva mingling as we chew. We smeared chocolates on each other’s face, mouth, neck, chest.
I put some on her nipples. It turns into a kissing frenzy, teeth clashing, her tongue fucking my mouth. We smear chocolate over each other, thick and dripping. I slather it on her hard nipples; she coats my stomach, winking, smiling, biting her lips. The looks she gave me were seducing.
The AC’s been off forever, and our sweat’s dripping, her tits are wet.
We go licking off the chocolates we smeared on each other.. it was like sweetness spiked with a salty tinge. Her tongue drags over my arm, sucking and licking all around. I go sloppy at her creamy neck, her sweat is tangy, almost like an overripe orange.
“This is fucking hot,” she moaned, sniffing and licking my armpit. “Your natural scent got my pussy expanding and contracting frequently”, she said.
I giggled, nibbling her earlobe. “Yours is fruity.. its making me so hard that my cock aches.” We crack up laughing and our bodies are pressed tight.
I’m laying on Shipra’s bed, my pulse hammering, the dim candlelight casted reflections on the sweat droplets trickling from her face. The changing LED light created vibrs gave us a feeling as if this was a dream.
She crawled towards me, very slowly and sensually.. like a panther stalking prey, hidden in silence. Her dusky skin shines, slick with sweat. Her eyes.. fuck, they seemed to be filled with molten lust, devouring me, promising to make my soul happy.
Her lips were wet and parted, tongue flicking out, teasing what’s coming in my way. She arched her back, heavy tits bouncing, niples begging to be bitten.
She moaned softly, deliberately.. the sound hit my senses in a calming way. She straddled me, her dripping cunt moving over my standing thick cock, clamping it tightly. Her look was totally seductive and feral.
“Dry humping is like meditation, Pratty. Breathe slow: in, out.” She said as she tied her hair, her eyes are closed, more sweat beading on her forehead.
Believe me guys, nothing in this whole wide world is as sexy and oddly satisfying to see when you’re sprawled naked on the bed and a naked girl is kneeling at your crotch, making her hair. You catch a view of her sexy torso, boobs, creamy lickable neck, smooth armpits and she’s rubbing her clit on your dick with subtle graceful back and forth movements, making orgasming gasps every other second.. There’s nothing like it!
She had her precum leaking. Her pussy lips, wet and swollen, graze me through her soaked folds. There’s no penetration, just grinding. Slow and timed.. her clit clutching hard along my shaft.
“Fuck, you’re thick,” she gasps, nails slowly moving my chest, somewhat tickling and pricking at the same time. My balls tighten and her sweaty wet thighs brush against mine while she’s humping.
Her tits bounce, colliding together and making clapping sound in all that wetness. Chocolate droplets flying here and there. I grab her hips, guiding her, my cock pulsating under her weight.
“Let’s keep it slow, shit, I’m close,” I groan. She leans forward, rests her hand on my chest and whispers, “Pratty, just stay along for some more time. I’m gonna cum so hard,” she pants, grinding faster. We explode together, her pussy spasming, gushing hot cum over my cock, thighs, and crotch.
My dick erupts, thick ropes splashing on my stomach, her thigh, mixing with her juices in a creamy mess. She then collapsed besides me, giggling, and licked the cum off my lower belly, her tongue swirling, tickling me like hell. “Fuck, Shipra!” I lauged amidst our sticky chaos.
Shipra wants me to make her feel good, buy gifts, listen to her, please her in bed but not ready for a relationship and I don’t know if that’s right. The bond we shared was getting overly complicated. We didn’t know what we could name this kind of relationship. Read more to find out!
Chapter 4: My stand for commitment
Shipra and I had more wild nights after that. All sweaty, cum-soaked humping and fucking sessions that left us wrecked. We started hitting cinemas, her hand teased my cock in the dark.
Sometimes we had dinner dates where she’d cutely lick ketchup off her lips, then smile at me and look down feeling shy about it. These glances always sent a current through me and its all like kuch kuch hota hai (something happens, sparks fly, its electric).
Sometimes we had those brunches after raunchy all-nighters waking up late. We went together on short trips where we hiked, cycled, trekked. I had fun experiencing her ass grinding my dick when we took breaks at secluded spots. We’d whisper filthy promises in each other’s ears! It was all nasty.
Our likes and dislikes matched, we enjoyed each other’s company. I had fallen for her. I confessed my feelings but she made fun of me and suggested we’re better off as is, placing a short peck on my lips. I felt bad. On the contrary, she also wanted me to make her special at the same time, without getting into any relationships.
At a restaurant one night, while she was sipping her soft drink from a straw, she leaned towards me, looked in the eye with that usual seducing smile, “Pratty, you used to spoil me. You gave me gifts, you had your sweet words when I was down and had been my rock in shit times. Where’s that guy?”
I paused, heart heavy, and fired back, “What the fuck are we, Shipra? What’s this?”
She laughed wickedly, “Besties with benefits, dumbass! Same kinks we have man. I ride your hard rod, you fuck my hole.”
I was asking her a serious question and was being laughed at shamelessly. I didn’t like it and got frustrated.
I snapped at her in rage, “So I’m just your fuck toy? You want me to make you feel special too? Pick one: physical or emotional. Coz you’re some confusing shit.”
Then I leaned closer to her, my voice firm. “I’m done with you Shipra, unless we take this deeper with real feelings.”
She sat cold, “Keep it as is, or walk. Your call.”
I waved for the bill, paid, and went back home. She didn’t blink. Rather, she shamelessly concentrated on the food.
A week later, my phone buzzed with a text from her – “Sex fest, Pratty? My pussy’s burning for your cock.” I replied, “No,” and threw my phone aside. She kept calling after that; I ignored her for sometime. Finally, I picked up.
“Why the ghosting?” she asked. “I need that dick to stretch me Pratty”, she said gasping orgasmically on call.
“Think about what I said,” I shot back. “Then we talk.”
Nights later, she came under the window of my room, tossing pebbles on the window glass, waking me up at 4 AM. As I’d look outside the window, she’d call on my phone, whispering, “Let me in, Pratty! Fuck me raw!”
“Feel something, or we’re done.” I told her. She cursed something at me which was inaudible and stormed off. She wanted us to stay as is and never take what we had to the next level.
There was nothing there onwards between us. No calls, no texts (or even sexting from her end) just a hollow ache. I never checked at her place, couldn’t check to know if she’d fled the city. I shattered her, I think. I shattered her wild spirit too. But I had to!
Shipra and I were a cool breeze of sexy chaos. Her voluptuous body, those heavy tits bouncing, her wet pussy grinding my cock, haunted my every thought. I’d zone out, fantasizing about her dusky curves, her usual perfume, her filthy moans.
Once, mid-presentation at work, I blanked, lost in a dream with us under the sheets, feeling her warm bare thighs brushing against my dick. My boss roared, “Pratty, what the fuck?” in front of everyone. My obsession with her was that bad!
Her absence created a burning wound in my chest, a heart ache where her moans once lived. But now, I’m locked in my life and career, sharper, driven, focused, rising from the wreckage of our sweaty, cum-drenched chaos.
I miss Shipra’s seducing laughter. She was not just any other chapter of my life, she was etched in my soul. I still think what couple we would make if we got into a real relationship with real feelings and attachments.
Maybe she had issues in going ahead, she might have thought I’d come in her way of her dreams to prove her parents her worth, whatever it was.
Things would have been better if she agreed to sit and discuss calmly like why she didn’t want to get committed with me.
Every night, these memories flash back, and it stings hard. But she’s now gone forever, for the good!
The end!