Cooking Love

It is one of those typical nothing to do Friday evenings.

“Hey whtzup? What plans for the evening?” I called my friend.

“Well, nothing yet, what are you up to?” she replied.

“Hmm... nothing here too, hey why don’t you come over here and let us cook dinner and watch a movie or something?!”

“Okie, here I come” she giggled.

A few minutes later she is at my apartment, and after chilling for a while in front of the TV, I moved on to cook dinner. She said she want to watch my cooking experiments and so stood by me as I worked in my cooking lab a.k.a. kitchen! After a while she sat on the kitchen top, next to the cooking range, observing my newly developed cooking skills.

We chatted as the cooking progressed. I took a bit of one the dishes which was almost done in a spoon and offered her to taste. She tasted it and was surprised at my skills… lol! As she tasted it, I noticed her lips wrapping the tea spoon, sucking in every drop of it. The sight of her tongue and lips on the spoon gave me tickles. When her lips freed the spoon, I also used it to taste the dish. But the taste I wanted was not of the dish, but of her lips and tongue. Hmm… it felt so exciting when my lips and tongue wrestled with the spoon thinking it was in hers a while ago.

She said it taste so good that she want to try some more. As I moved the spoon towards her, the thick spicy gravy fell off the spoon (were my hand shaking?!) and fell on her foot. “Aww... I am so sorry” I apologized embarrassingly. “Its ok honey” she comforted me with a very sweet smile. As she leaned forward to clean it with a tissue, I stopped her saying “please, let me”. She had a very nice pair of clean, good looking, and shapely legs. With a wicked smile, I bent forward and licked her foot. She sat back against the kitchen cabinet, surprised and equally excited by the sudden unexpected action of mine. I took use of the moment and ran my long fingers on her feet. She sighed softly. As I found that she is giving in to the moment, I kissed her feet and ran my fingers all over it. Then I kissed her toes and started sucking them one by one. She almost shivered when her toe was deep in my mouth, caressed by my tongue and full of warm saliva.

I stopped for a while… running my fingers up and down her foot. She took another spoon of the spicy gravy, lifted her top and poured into her navel. That was exactly what I was waiting for, I moved closer to her, and standing between her legs, I pressed my lips onto her belly button. First I tasted it and then stir it with my tongue. It tasted much better than from the spoon. I wrapped my lips around her navel and sucked in the yummy gravy. As I continued licking every drop of it, my hands slowly ran upward, into her top, to the bottom of her little hills. She grabbed my hands and placed it further up, on the mounts. With my long fingers cupping her completely, I gently squeezed it. She closed her eyes, leaned her head back and made a low moan.

As we continued this ecstasy, I noticed the honey bottle on the kitchen top. I opened the bottle and pour some honey into her belly button. The honey filled her whole navel and then started oozing downwards.... When it neared her jeans, she quickly unbuttoned and unzipped to half. The honey ran down into her panty. I greedily licked away the honey from her belly and went after the trail. My tongue followed all the way to her panty. As I licked the honey on her panty, she lifted her hip and helped me to pull down her jeans further. Kissing her panty, I pulled her jeans all the way down… and threw it on the floor. The sight of her fleshy, but firm thighs rushed more blood into my pants. After a few minutes I noticed that the honey got warm and salty, mixing with her honey. Voraciously I started sucking and licking every drop of it from between her parted legs.

As my long, warm tongue starting tickling and poking into her love hole, she screamed all of a sudden “Do me please, do me… NOW… HERE!” She was breathing very heavily. She leaned forward and touched me there, feeling how much I was throbbing for her. She unzipped me, pulled down my jeans and let ‘him’ free. With her panty tossed over to the floor, and her legs spread wide, I entered the gateway of heaven, with she lying on her back, on the kitchen top. She moaned louder and louder, enjoying and welcoming every inch of it. I gently pushed in, parting her tight tender lips. They were very moist and warm, engulfing the whole length and thickness of it. With my hands pumping her bosom, I pumped her deep down, slowly and gently, but with increasing pace. Seconds, minutes and soon she started moaning louder, with heavy breathing and trembling. The love has boiled and is now ready to serve. I served it into her, warm and fresh. As I collapsed on her chest, still standing between her legs, she rested sitting back against the kitchen cabinet, with her hands running in my hair…

Chocolate

She said to him last day “I’ve been thinking...in fact a lot last night n even now… I’ll tell u what later… but I've got lotzz to decide... never had such a tough time before”.

“Oh so you didn’t sleep?!”

“I did, bcoz I was sleepy too… but this is not like one fine thought that jus popped up.. its been there in my head for a while... probably getting more evident or stronger by the day”

That made him nervous. He doesn’t like to be possessed, or to possess. He is afraid of commitments and long term relations. Or perhaps… he is afraid to love. May be he is afraid to loose, afraid to get hurt. He thinks life is simple and easier with fewer relations and commitments. And relations bring complications. He didn’t sleep for two days, he finished half a gallon of Irish Cream in two nights, he was thinking! What is she up to, will she propose? He likes her and can’t stand her going through his ‘No’. Same time he can’t have her to!

He is naughty, too notty! But deep inside he is nice too, too nice! She knew it. But she is too good for him, he thot. And he wanted someone wild, someone who can be a whore with him, behind the closed doors of his bedroom.

He tried to avoid her for the next few days. And then she called him up and told we will go for a movie. They were very good friends, and she hasn’t told anything yet. So he agreed. After the movie they went to his apartment. They had dinner together. As they were watching TV together in his couch, she placed her hand over his… and said “I love you”. He sat there staring into the television for a while. Then he took her hand and placed it over her lap, saying “I’m sorry”. “But, why?” she asked. “You are too good to be mine”, he looked into her eyes, their eyes locked.

“Explain” she whispered with wet eyes. “I am a pervert; don’t get fooled by what you see. I am just pretending to be nice. Haven’t you heard world is a big stage and we are all actors. I am just a clever actor. I am nasty and wild. All I want is pleasure and fun! I can’t love anyone for long! I get bored of everything very soon, I am a man of variety and that is the spice in my life…” he continued maundering. “Shhh…” she hushed him up with her finger pressed against his lips and murmured “Try me”. She ran her soft finger over his lips… and gently slipped it into his fluffy lips. He wrapped his lips around her cute little finger and sucked it in gently. She moaned when her finger was brushed by his wet and warm tongue. She pulled it out… and ran it down his throat… still moist by his saliva.

“How do you taste like…” he uttered. “Chocolate, hmm… try” she whispered back. He stood on his knees, between her legs, unzipped her jeans and pulled it down to her ankles. She arched back, pushing her hips forward and spreading her legs further. He kissed her near her knee and then her inner thighs and on her panty. He could smell her aroma, and feel the warmth, down there. She moved her panty to the side, he gazed at it for a while, and his lips parted in awe. She could feel the passion and desire burning in him, and his saliva was almost about to ooze down his lips, from his watering mouth. He looked up at her, sticking his tongue out. A drop of his spittle fell onto her split pink lips. She shivered as if she got burnt between her legs. His tongue went after the drop of saliva and he was licking her like a strawberry ice cream stick, till she completely melt down into his lips.

She lied on her back, on the sofa. He crawled upon her. Kissing all the way up, until his lips met her. As she sucked his lips, her hands went down and unzipped him. She freed his manhood in a fly. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled his closer. She moaned as he entered her. She was a virgin! He gently went in, inch by inch. She held her breath with closed eyes, as he pushed her tight lips apart to make way, till he was fully in. They stayed still for a few moments, and she silently enjoyed every moment of him inside; and still growing. She could feel the unity, the moment of togetherness and she knew this is the closest a woman can feel her man. As the excitement dissolved her pain and anxiousness, she started moving her hips slowly. He put his hands under her shoulder, lifted her in his arms… and slowly moved in and out of her. The passion and pace slowly peaked. She came on him, in his arms… and he dropped off his worries deep inside her. They both were sweating even though it was winter!

As he rested his head on her tender breast, flipping her rose nipple with his tongue, she combed his hair with her fingers and said softly “I love you”. He looked at her eyes… paused for a few moments… and then kissed her on her lips. A few gentle kisses and her lips were sucked into his mouth. She got her answer!

Sleepless in Seattle

What a night!

Chatting, Movies, loads of popcorn, beer, Baileys Irish Cream on the rocks… it was amazing. We had fun till wee hours of the morning. She is my friend. Cute, nice, funny, smart and naughty… wow what a combination! She flew over to my place to spend the weekend. We met in the net, and netted very well in a short time.

It is around 6 past 9 in the morning. Sun rays woke me up with a warm kiss on my eyelids. I lazily lay in the bed, staring into the woods, thru the balcony glass door. She is still sound asleep like a baby, in one of my shirts and just the underpants. She is tall, attractive and full figured. Her smooth dusky skin shined in the sunlight. She had long sexy legs. I stared at her curvy body for a while. Soon I realized a pressure developing in my shorts. First I ignored it as one of the usual early morning arousals. But as my eyes went up and down her body; something else also started moving up and down, like a vertical pendulum! Embarrassingly I cupped my crotch with my hands. It continued thickening, like an adamant baby. I couldn’t resist the urge and within a few moments I was petting my notty boy.

Gosh! What am I doing? I came back to senses and decided to get out of there before I turn into a ‘wild’ animal. As I was moving over her to get out of the bed, she sighed and groaned lightly. The sudden rise and fall of her chest, few inches away from my face burst the big bubble of passion developing deep inside me. Now I am over her, standing on my knees and arms. I noticed that she isn’t wearing anything inside the shirt and one of the top buttons is open. I envied the luck my shirt had and wished I was the shirt, wrapping around her voluptuous chest, hugging her completely, and occasionally brushing her nips. Every breath she took stretched the shirt.

I am lost! I forgot where I am, who I am, who she is and what she is! All I wanted was to be the shirt! Ya, as Bryan Adams once sang, the only thing that looks good on me is you... or perhaps looks on her is me! Notty thoughts took over my mind and I am not thinking any more. My hand moved involuntarily and slowly started unbuttoning her. Her fleshy bosoms shined in the sun like wheat buns poured with butter. I untied the very last button and slowly opened the shirt to either side of her chest. Oh my, what a scene! I got afraid that the enormous growth in my shorts may start poking her legs. Her rings of color glittered in sunshine like dark cherry on top of a chocolate scoop. I moved my lips closer to those and kissed it, just a few millimeters away. I gazed at her breasts like a hungry baby. My lips hovered over her body, moving further down. Even though it was almost impossible, I tried hard to breathe slowly, as I was afraid my warm breath would wake her up.

Now my lips are over her underpants. The tangy smell of her loins was the last nail on the coffin of my decency. Her pubes attracted my lips towards it, as if they were magnetic. As I kissed her there lightly, I could feel the hair inside. I don’t remember how many times I kissed there; it was like a long awaited reunion of someone dearly missed. Within a few minutes, my lips were on her lips in the panty. She was still fast asleep, perhaps from yesterday’s hangover! The feeling was so overwhelming that, I started to forget that she is sleeping and this is happening without her consent. Soon my tongue was on her, between her shapely thighs. My sharp tongue moved upwards in her lips, with my hand reaching over to one of her bosom and squeezing lightly. Suddenly I heard a moan and she started to move. I lifted my head, startled, but she had arched her head back with mouth wide open and eyes tightly shut. The strong entrancing scent and the first drops of wetness on her panty revealed that she had a sudden burst of passion, triggered by the unexpected arousal. As I stopped suddenly and was looking at her, waiting for reaction, she looked down at me. For a few moments we were frozen, with our eyes locked and trying to figure out what is happening. Next moment she ran her hands into my hair and pushed me back between her legs.

Now I am licking her like a puppy. Licking her deeply, occasionally my tongue plunged into her lips. Every time my tongue went between her petals, she made a loud moan. She slowly moved her hips up and down; and at times pushed it against my face. I pulled down her panty with my teeth and kissed her hairy pelvic arch. She raised her legs and slowly rolled down the panties, and threw it to the floor. Her juicy mulberry lips glistened in the sun rays. I inhaled her deeply, kissed lightly and then brushed my tongue tip around them. My wet, slippery warm tongue made her quiver. Within a few moments I was eating her like slurping oyster from its shell. I didn’t even let a single drop of her honey fall on the sheet. At times I had to trace the drops down to her crack. A few heavenly minutes… she pushed my head away, crossed her legs tightly and she exploded.

She lay there silently for a minute. Then she pushed me back to the other side of the bed. She crawled over me in a breeze and pulled away my shorts frantically. It felt like an electric shock when her soft warm lips touched my gleaming red head. She kissed up and down the length of it. Her wet tongue on scrotum burnt me with passion. She flipped her tongue on the wet crown and gulped me in. I quirked in an explosion of excitement. As her lips wrapped me tightly and went up and down, I saw the wetness building in her again. I expressed my deep gratitude my kissing her on the wet lips down there. It went on for a while, before we both started trembling and treated each other with honey and milkshake. We could taste ourselves when we kissed!

What a day!

The Massage

“So, you need a ride?”

It was the Korean lady I was working with since last week. I am in this other location of ours, and will be working with her team for a few weeks. She is divorced and in mid 30s. She is tall, fair and slim, but voluptuous. She used to dress formal to office and her fleshy calves always made me drool.

“Oh sure, that is very sweet of you”, I replied.
“Pack up, and lets head out… TGIF dear” she chuckled.

She took me in her convertible to my hotel. Even though we were busy talking, my eyes were stuck on her shirt, flipping in the wind. She had left one more button open than usual, and the edge of the shirt was swaying in the wind, revealing more and more of her cleavage. The half an hour ride went like half of a minute.

When we reached the inn, I invited her in for a beer, as a token of my appreciation for the lift. She came in and we had a chilled beer together on the sofa. As we were talking, she bent down and started pressing and squeezing her calves, as if in some pain. I asked her and she said that she sprained it in the morning. I asked her to show me where it is paining. She showed me, joking whether I am gonna fix it. Voila, I just got what I wanted. I said I am good with massage and can give a try.

We moved on to the second (or third?) beer and I now have her legs on my lap. I applied some Vaseline to her legs and started massaging her shank. My long fingers ran all over it, at times loosely caressing her, other times tightly squeezing her flesh. It went down to her ankles and she giggled as if got tickled. As I slowly worked my fingers on her ankle, she closed her eyes and sighed, enjoying every moment to the fullest. My hands went further down, to the tip of her toes. I took every single one of it and my fingers ran all over and in between them.

Then my fingers started crawling upwards slowly. As they reached her knees she was almost shivering in excitement. She bent her knees forward and moved her hips closer to me. Her suit skirt slid down her thighs. Her thighs were fleshy but tight and shapely. She spread her legs a little, showing her yellow panty. I noticed that her panties were wet and had sunk into her lips. I sat breathless on the sofa, with a sexy women lying beside me, with her legs over my lap, and spread slightly… like the wings of an eagle, waiting for me to join her to fly into the high skies.

I got into senses when she placed her palm over my hand. Then she slowly pulled my hand towards her… onto to her thighs. It is the sign, now it is my turn to perform. My fingers ran all over her thighs, caressing and squeezing them. As I went further in, she was trembling in pleasure. I ran my finger over her panty. Feeling the wetness and the lush lips.

I kissed on her knees. Next moment her hands were on my head. She pulled my hair for a while… and then pushed my head down, into between her legs. The scent of her passion ignited me. I kissed gently on her panty. As my lips loosened, my tongue sprang out like a snake from the hole. I could taste her juices. The touch of my tongue drove her crazy and she moaned loudly. I rolled down her underwear and kissed over the trimmed, light golden hair. I pulled the hair with my teeth and she got all the more excited. Then I felt the soft hair with my tongue. Her thighs started to shiver. As I went further down, she started shaking. My lips met her lips down there. My tongue went between those succulent lips of her, till it got all the honey she had!

The Secretary

“Can I have an envelope”, I asked her, knocking the entrance of her cubicle.

“Oh sure, come in… what kind of envelope you want?” she answered in her usual sweet tone.

She is in her 30’s, but like the wine, getting better with age! She appeared a little ravishing in her summer attire, with the tight cream top stretched across her chest and the rose mini skirt. While walking in, my eyes did a quick scan of her entire body, from toe to forehead, pausing couple of times on the way, especially at her legs and the curves, of course the cleavage too.

We chatted for a while, and with the envelope I started to head back to my cubicle. As I turned, she asked me to stop. She came near me, ran her fingers into my hair and suggested that I need a haircut. She had to say that twice, as when she said first; I was busy enjoying the pleasant touch of her smooth long fingers on my head. Her hands were so soft and it felt like she pressed some switch hidden under my hair to turn me on. She ran her hand on my hair couple of times, and every time I wished for more and more. Being her hand raised; the smell of her perfume, mixed with her pheromones had a hypnotizing effect on me. The sleeveless t-shirt exposed her under arm, and for a moment, I wished it was closer to me. Did her chest appear a little tight and firm? Was she also enjoying stroking my long, straight, silky hair? Hope she didn’t notice me staring her chest, which was moving up and down with every breath she took. Was she taking long, heavy breaths?

I somehow pulled together myself out of the magic spell, and walked to my cube. The unexpected, but exciting event took me down by surprise and all I could do that afternoon was to think of her, and indulge in dreams and fantasies. Many a times, I wished I could touch myself, as the emotions were too uncomfortable and getting uncontrollable. And couple of times I actually did, moving the chair deep under the table, and one my hand was hidden. Under the table, the fingers ran over the bulge, lightly stroking it. At times the strokes turned to squeezes and with a huge effort I pulled my hand out under from the table, to restrain myself from doing anything further.

After the excited afternoon, it is evening, and after the ‘hard’ hours, I turned back to work. I have to send a fax, and so I sent her a note asking for a cover page. Time went by, it is late evening and the whole office is kinda deserted. I heard a knock on my cubicle and it was her. She came in and said that she doesn’t have any printed fax cover sheet, but you can make one quick in MS Word from one of the available templates. She said she will show me how to do it, and I let her use my computer. She was standing too close to me, and her smell started driving me crazy. I wasn’t paying any attention to her instructions, and my eyes were running up and down on her, firing up the passion. My computer was giving her problems, and she was getting frustrated. She rested her firm, round bum on my armrest; struggling with the software. I wished I had my arm on it, and she was sitting on it... so that I could feel her softness all across my arm! And perhaps I could then turn my hands and her thighs would be in my palm. I could then feel the fleshy thighs of her with my finger… and if I start pulling back my hand slowly, my fingers would move inner and inner... parting her legs… and would end up… fiddling the strings of her passion!

Oops.. the gods are in favor and all my prayers were answered. She slipped into my lap, and in the sudden reaction to hold her, my hands ended up cupping her jug. We both froze for a few minutes and I think she got out of the shock when she felt something poking her bum. Her head turned towards me, our eyes locked and lips only a few millimeters away, it was too late for anything. The lips clung together like two pieces of magnets and it set the two bodies on fire. As her lips were getting squashed between mine, I could feel the heat developing down under her, on my thighs. My hand on her chest, grabbed her tighter and started squeezing the soft flesh. The whole office is empty, and all we wanted was to move together as one, and to melt into each other. One of her hands went into my shirt, running into my hairy chest… while the other was busy on something between my legs. It didn’t take more than a few minutes to hear an unzipping sound and now she had the full control in her soft palm. It grew further with the touch of her fingers, wrapped tightly around. Squeezing her bosom, with the hand slipped into her top, my other hand was under her skirt, pulling down things under it. With a sigh, she sat down on me, slowly and gently, becoming one. We made a connection, a tight and deep one. Her hips started to dance on my lap, moving all around, to the sides, and up and down. Every time her soft bum pressed against my thighs, we were going deeper and deeper, into the well of passion. The two bodies started shivering, breathless moments, and we were nearing an explosion of passion, in the depth. It felt like a ride on an Arabian horse, a little bumpy, but every bump made it more and more exciting. Heavier breaths, faster movements, and a few moments later… she crashed on my chest. Lips met again, and the long kiss good bye was very special.

The Flight to Heaven

“Are you 8C?” she asked with a sparkling smile and glittering eyes.
I checked the boarding pass and the marking on the aisle.
“I think I am” I said with a chuckle…

It was one of the American eagle jets, a tiny plane with just three in a row. 8C was a window seat and I had to get past this cute Asian gal to reach there. It was a hot day, and she was even hotter! She was wearing a short skirt, perhaps the shortest I have ever seen, giving a lot of air on her enticing thighs... and further. Thank god! At least I got a treat for my eyes for the boring 2 hour flight. She was kind enough to step out of the aisle seat to let me in to the cramped seat. As I squeezed in, I accidentally brushed my front on her back. Was it purposeful? Did she angle back when I moved in? Anyway, the touch of her buns did wonders. The blood gush was instantaneous and involuntary! I could feel the highs and lows on her very well!

I settled down pretty quick and we were in air soon. She buried into some book and I stared out of the window into the skies to cool down. Once every one got comfortable after the served drinks and snacks, we started talking. She was tall and slim and had a great figure. The pink little skirt made her legs look like a vanilla ice cream stick with a strawberry topping. Hmm... so lick able, no wonder my mouth was watering! I could hardly look at her face while we talked.

Seems she sensed the desire in my eyes. She said it is a very hot day. I responded saying it would get hotter and hotter. As we talked, she ran her hands up and down on her thighs. I couldn’t do anything other than staring with my popped out eyes and wishing those hands were mine. My interest probably turned her on and she ran a hand into her skirt and winked at me. May be she noticed the bulge on me.

The third one on our row was empty. No body was noticing us and the only airhostess also had settled down somewhere. She closed her eyes as her hand got busier in the skirt. The tease was a terrible turn on for both of us. She took her hand out and started licking the fingers seductively. She then looked at me invitingly. I couldn’t stand it any longer and I snatched her hand and buried her thin long fingers into my lips. Her fingers were still warm and wet, perhaps her saliva... or! She got tingled when my lips tightened her soft fingers and my tongue brushed them. I sucked them deep and hard, as if I was sucking juice through a straw.

Her mouth opened wide in delight and she cupped her heart with the other hand. I put my hand on her thigh. She responded as if she got an electric shock, but the look in her eyes screamed for more. I grabbed her thigh in my palm and squeezed it gently. Her fingers are still in my mouth and I could feel them shivering. I moved my hand further; till it hit the upper end of the legs. She almost screamed when my hand touched the wet and warm volcano down there. May be I should say the boiling volcano, not just warm! She gasped and locked my hand between her thighs. I stroked the surroundings lightly with my fingers. She crossed her thighs and pressed my hand towards her. I slowly moved my fingers vertically and horizontally. She closed her eyes tightly and bit on her lip.

She unwound her legs and gave room to my thin long magical fingers. She started pushing and rotating her hips rhythmically to their moves. She hurriedly pulled away her fingers from my mouth and started squeezing her bosom frantically. It was getting harder to keep everything slow and low and to escape getting caught wet-handed… lol! I knew that she was getting nearer to explode from the super nova. The only thing between my fingers and her was the soft and wet silky under cloth! As it got further soaked and plunged into her, she exploded on my finger tips, biting on my shoulder, pulling the t-shirt down! Few shivers, quick breathes… and she collapsed on my shoulder.

That really was a flight to heaven!

The Village

Finally I accepted my colleague’s invitation to visit his home. He hails from a remote village, and belongs to one of the extinct races with unique traditional customs and culture. I was always intrigued to visit his homeland every time he used to tell vivid stories during our coffee breaks. After long thoughts, coupled couple of leaves with some long holidays and decided to join him for an expedition to his native.

After the long and tiring journey, we finally reached his village. The view was stunning! Alluring natural beauty with greeneries, lakes and mountains. He had a very beautiful home, in the middle of a farm. His parents and the younger sister stayed there. We had a very warm welcome and the house was very cozy. Everyone in the house came out to welcome us. He was very handsome, but after seeing his family I understood that he hasn’t inherited even half of their flavor. His sister was very pretty and was in her early twenties. I almost slipped a step when I entered the house, as my eyes were already locked on her!

We both were taken to the drawing room and his father seated us in two big leather chairs. Suddenly his mom came with water in a basin and started washing my feet. I tried to stop her, but they said it is a custom and insisted that I should just sit back and let them do their thing. We then exchanged light talks about me, our workplace and the journey etc. After a while his sister came with two glasses and gave us some drink. It was warm and he said it is made from nectar and some flowers. It was sweet and tasted nice. As I started to sip, his sister suddenly stood on her knee before me. As I looked at her bewildered and confused, she came closer to between my legs and her hands went straight to my jeans button. I made an alarmed cry, and my friend started laughing. Then he stopped, as he understood I was really confused and scared. He explained me that this is another custom and she must do it. With popped eyes, I stared at her. She unbuttoned my jeans with a playful smile and starting pulling down the zipper. The drink I was having got stuck on my throat and I couldn’t even open my mouth to say anything. Within a few seconds, she released my manhood out of all the dress. I felt like darkness rolling into my eyes. She wiped me clean with a wet towel and her fingers were on it already. I gulped the portion on my throat and asked my friend what is going on… in a shivering tone. Hardly any sound came out of me. He understood the question and said that according to their custom when someone visits their home for the first time, a woman in the house is supposed to welcome the visitor like this! I was really embarrassed when I had to go through this in front of everyone. But the touch of her soft fingers started drawing a blood gush to there. Within a few seconds, it sprung up and inflated like a balloon in her tender palm.

She was wearing a one-piece cloth, which went round her waist to knees, and the other end was pulled across her chest diagonally. She had very fair skin, which had the color of wheat. As she lifted her hands to entertain me, I could see her armpit and most of her voluptuous bosom. She had the best bust I could ever imagine! She had very small and light golden hair in her armpit. On closer look, I found that she has very small soft hair all over her. She was as natural as a woman could ever be. After fondling my phallus for a few minutes, she kissed it very carefully. The next thing I remember is the wetness and warmth of her mouth. She took it all the way in, pausing for small breaks. The soft inner walls of her mouth had a velvety touch. She tightened her lips every time she moved backward, drawing more and more blood to there. I felt tickled when her slippery tongue slid past the bottom of my organ, pressing against the vain.

The excitement and arousal was driving me crazy. I had never felt that before. I was dying to hold her, touch her beautiful hair, the soft chin, her perfect shoulder and the marvelous chest. I didn’t know whether it was right to touch her, but before her parents and my friend, I could never do that! Her parents came forward and touched our forehead and said something in the native language, which appeared as some blessing. Then they left the room. My friend came to me, and whispered in my ear… enjoy! He winked at her and left us alone. As they left, she bit me lightly, with most of it still inside her mouth. She gave a naughty smile and tightened her lips further on me. The next instant I held her head in my hands and pushed her forward, till her lips hit against me. I was fully in and she almost choked for a moment. She gave a pinch on my inner thigh and started moving her head to all directions.

She released me for a while and started teasing me with her tongue and nibbling all over my groin. She then started to carve me with her teeth. I couldn’t control the ecstasy and my hands ran straight to her chest. As I cupped her with my long fingers, she let out a brief sigh of pleasure. As I caressed them, her lips were back on me, this time with increased vigor. Her lips reflected the pressure I applied on her. We could easily find a rhythm and it gradually started to increase. Her warm saliva was all over me and I was nearing to explode. I tried to push her away as it came closer and closer, but she tightened her lips further and went faster instead. I fastened my fingers on her… and exploded into her, with a sigh! She didn’t unwrap her lips, till she was sure that not a drop of the nectar is left. She released me, gave a quick kiss on my lips and ran away shyly. I could taste myself on my lips!

To be continued…