My Introduction To Masturbation And The Pleasure Of Boobs Squeeze

Hi readers, this is Sasha from Hyderabad. I am a hungry for sex, 23 year old today ([email protected]) and was lucky to lose my virginity very early. It happened nine years ago. My boobs started too early. Not knowing the pleasure they give, even when men just look at them, I used to feel very embarrassed.

[I almost look like charmee kaur, of course without her makeup and the extra super facial glow] Coming back, I am good looking and attracted lustful men even as a kid. My tutor asked me to get some book from an adjacent room and as it was placed at a higher level than my reach, I asked him to help. He came behind me, and suddenly lifted me holding my then small boobs with both his hands. I still remember how scared and confused I was when he fondled them before putting me down.

I ran away from the room and sat quietly in the tuition that day. I made some reasons with my mother and stopped going to him. So, he never got to try anything later. Though I did not tell anyone, I was careful not to be alone with any male for a long time as I was dead scared.

I think it was after a few months, I started liking it when I thought about the incident.. and even before I realized what it was, I started masturbating. So, I used to masturbate imagining him most of the times. Other times, I used to imagine any neighbor uncle or young men who gave me extra attention. But even then, my favorite imagination to masturbate was always with strangers. I used to imagine going to some place alone and be noticed hungrily by stranger men, who slowly approach me for some reason asking details. Since, I like playing innocent [even now ;)], I used to imagine them trying to take advantage of me when they are pretending to help.

Slowly touching my thighs and caressing my cheeks and lips. Then I used to think about how they will approach my boobs to hold them and squeeze them as much as I please. I used to caress my thighs and almost knead my boobs and play with my nipples to get the feeling. Unbelievable it might sound, but I then used to rub on my vagina, playing with my clit till I was fully aroused and satisfy myself before going to sleep. The best part of my masturbation was when I used to wet my white inners to make my nipples visible and think that any man will hungrily grab my boobs if I can expose them in such a nude way.

I come from an almost orthodox and strict family who have a thousand rules for the girls. What with my boobs sowing up so early and growing happily, I was not allowed to go out much apart from school and 1 or 2 friends place. It used to drive me mad for fun and the effects of masturbation were such that, I dared to seduce a few men. One day only me and my grandmother, who was lying down, were in my house and an electrician came to fix a fan in my parent’s bedroom. My grandmother was a very careful person and so she asked me to stand in the bedroom and keep an eye on the electrician. I was initially irritated as it interrupted my TV show.

But I almost immediately got the idea that I will be alone in that room with him. I quickly agreed and went into the next bedroom, where I pulled my boobs above my bra which pushed them to be extra visible under the nighty I was wearing. I slowly went into the next bedroom. Once I crossed my grandmother, I started pulling the neck of my nighty as low as possible. I remember seeing my cleavage. I went into the bedroom and walked around the high stool the electrician was standing on so that he can notice me. But he continued to work.

So, I asked him if he needs some water . He looked down and said no. But as he noticed I was standing with boobs pushed up and my neck line dangerously displaying those boobs, he was shocked. But, to my fun, he kept staring at them hungrily. After a min, he controlled himself and started working again . But kept looking at my boobs and me. He gave me hungry looks and licked his lips but did not dare touch me. I was very disappointed. But, that night I masturbated imagining him. In my imagination he proceeded to touch my boobs for some reason or other and put his finger in the cleavage on show.

The only lustful man who touched me in those days was a uncle, who used to come home regularly and I was his favorite. I used to be all smiles for him and talk to him whenever he came. First time he came close was after I cleared my 7th public examinations. When I told him the news, he hugged me sideways and kissed on my both cheeks while congratulating. I saw my opportunity and used to sit closer to him. But, even he was careful and touched me only when no one was around. He used to keep his hands on my upper thighs while talking while talking and sometimes he once tickled my waist when he came home and only I was in the hall as my grandmother was sleeping. I was never left alone to give anyone an opportunity.

Finally after 2 years, when I was in my eighth standard unable to control my feelings anymore and also growing brave after all these incidents. I made a small plan to go to the tutor as he was the only one who dared to touch my boobs till then. I wanted to make the tutor touch my boobs and press them as I imagined while masturbation. I wore a lacy white shirt and skirt to escape my mom on a Saturday. I went to his tutorial after school around 1 PM when I knew no one would be there.

After reaching there I removed 2 hooks near my boobs, leaving all others normal. It looked as if they were unhooked by mistake. I went to him smiling and He spoke to me for some time but did not say or do anything I wanted him to and when I was about to leave, he came to the next room with me. Just as I was saying bye, He put 2 of his fingers in the opening near my boobs and said, put those hooks Sasha, your oranges are seen. I smiled shyly and tried to put my hooks, but I could not as my hands were shivering.

He hold both my hands when I was trying to put those hooks, with his, and said, your hands are shivering, why? What happened. He was holding my hands for some time and was saying something, but I could not concentrate as his hands were touching my boobs and he was moving his hands rubbing them on my boobs, when he spoke.. I enjoyed the touch of his hands on my boobs.

After some time, When he saw I was ok, he left my hands and put his arm around my waist and pulled me closer. He moved his hand as if to cover my boobs and started squeezing it. I did not stop him and was enjoying while he squeezed my boobs and waist. Unfortunately after some time [I thought it was quite a long time in those days] we heard someone ring the bell, and calling his name.

He quickly dropped his hands, turned me and gave me a hug, squeezing my butt lightly before leaving me. I was scared the other person might come and so quickly turned to leave but he again grabbed my boobs from behind and gave a gentle squeeze before I ran out. So many things were going on in my head.. I was very scared but enjoyed the movement so much that I always love imagining it again and even now I am getting wet as I type this incident.

My Introduction To Masturbation And The Pleasure Of Boobs Squeeze