Embarking on Intimacy: My True Journey – Part 4

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Continued from previous.

I was petrified to talk to Mahesh about asking for an intimate encounter. I needed to learn how to start. But one day, he really liked the biryani I brought for lunch, which gave me an idea. I invited him over for a special biryani lunch at my home.

It took me a while to gather the courage. But eventually, I asked him, and he agreed, though he seemed hesitant.

Wait, there was a problem because I live in a flat with a friend. Luckily, one day, she told me she was going out of town for the weekend, so I asked him to come over.

When the day arrived, I rose with eager anticipation. Today was the day I would prepare a feast for him. Despite my rationality, a flicker of superstition crossed my mind. I cooked with words that he should reciprocate my feelings and feel the warmth in every bite.

I invited him over with everything ready, and he promised to be there before lunch. I then moved to get ready. I went to take a bath and came back to look at myself in the mirror, nude. I applied lotion all over my body to look good, then selected a dress that might attract him.

Finally, I chose the bra and panties I mostly reserve for rare occasions. I felt a mix of excitement and nerves as he arrived. We ate lunch and then sat down on the couch to talk. I gathered my courage and asked him if he was still a virgin. He paused for a moment, then said no.

He asked me the same question, and I admitted that I wasn’t either. He said he lost his virginity in college to a neighbour girl. Then we talked about sex before marriage, and we both agreed it’s good if it’s okay with mutual concern.

Even though it was a bit scary to talk about, I felt having a conversation with him may lead to my plans. He caught me gazing at him as if he was waiting for a signal from me to start something. There was a spark of keen interest creeping in his eyes.

“I wanted to tell you about this hidden desire,” I say with a slight wave of excitement, remaining calm. “I’ve had partners my age, but I’ve always been hoping to be with somebody at the age like you.”

“I mean… you… like to be intimate together?” I asked, my cheeks reddening in this blend of nervousness and excitement.

There was silence between us for a second. I was waiting to hear his response. Later, he said he was ready and asked if I was sure about it, and I replied yes. As he slid on the couch near me, my heart skipped a beat when I saw how his eyes kept on me.

Could not help but look at how his eyes caught onto the low-key bar in my V-neck. A small peep of my cleavage could be seen. His eyes had slowly travelled down the dress, resting for a fleeting moment at the slit along the side of the dress, revealing a compelling glimpse of my thighs.

He came nearer, and our legs, being pressed, nodded gently. It was a one-word promise of future intimacy between us. His lustful eyes followed me, and his heat met mine before his grin melted to a mischievous curve of his lips.

He was so close to where I sat on the couch and brushed his fingers down my knee. He put his arm around me, and my cheeks were flushed. I felt his heat as he brought his face nearer to mine. In a whisper, he uttered words.

“You look blissful in that dress,” he said, wearing a look that showed his sexual arousal.

I skipped a beat when I saw how he gently caressed my hair with his arm around me.

And when he whispered in my ear, “Oh my gosh, it is so hot.”

He then touched my arms gently, which felt really lovely and intimate. I shifted closer to him on the couch, our shoulders now tightly together. His lips found their way to my earlobe. I felt a surge of heat pooling low in my belly. His kiss was gentle yet insistent.

He took my earlobe between his lips, his breath warm against my ears. With tenderness, he gave a gentle nibble with his teeth. A soft gasp escaped my lips as a rush of sensation flooded my body. His lips continued their journey, tracing a path of the sensitive curve of my neck.

With a soft sigh, I leaned into him, my body aching for more of his intoxicating touch. I hold his head steady, locking eyes with him. I lean in, my hand gently guiding the back of his head, pulling him closer to me. His hand finds its way to my bosom.

Our lips meet in a fervent kiss. I lose myself in the sensation of his mouth against mine. His kiss is deep and passionate. As we kiss, his hand on my bosom, the weight of his palm against the soft curve of my bosom. Meanwhile, my hand rests on the back of his head, fingers entwined in his hair.

I pull him closer, urging him to deepen the kiss. Then his knees sank into the cushions of the couch, and I was between his knees. Our eyes locked, and without a word, he reached out. His hands cradled my face as he drew me nearer. The scent of his skin mingled with mine.

Gently, he pressed his lips against mine. I melted into his embrace, my fingers tangling in his hair. I felt him suck gently on my lips, drawing them into his mouth with a delicious urgency. In response, I reciprocated, tasting the sweetness of his mouth with a fervour that matched his own.

With a hunger that seemed insatiable, our mouths opened to each other, eager to taste and explore every inch. Our tongues danced in a heated dance, exploring, tasting the tease of biryani, and claiming each other with an unspoken hunger. As our lips finally parted, his gaze bore into mine with a depth of desire.

His lips brushed against mine lips with a feather-light touch, “Can we go to the bedroom?” And with a silent nod, I took his hand in mine and led him to the bedroom.

In the bedroom, his arms wrapped around me in a tender embrace from back. He leaned in to kiss the nape of my neck. His lips pressed against the nape of my neck. His hands gently cupped my bosom under my dress. His fingers traced delicate patterns that made my breath catch in my throat.

His kisses were intimate, each one sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I leaned into his touch, my hands finding their way to his, fingers intertwining. I surrendered myself to the intoxicating dance of desire. As he played with me, his touch sent ripples of pleasure radiating through me.

My body responds eagerly to his every caress. With each gentle squeeze of his hands, I felt myself drawing closer to the edge of ecstasy. His lips move from left to right on the back of my neck, trailing a path of fire along my skin. It’s not just a kiss.

It’s like he’s swallowing me, just like how we swallow a cone of ice cream with our mouths, tasting every inch of me with hunger. I can feel the beat of his heart against my back, matching the rhythm of my own. His warm breath tickles my ear, sending shivers down my spine and causing a soft giggle to escape my lips.

I couldn’t suppress the giggle, the sensation of his affectionate nibbles sending delightful shivers down my spine. I wriggled in his grasp, attempting to break free, but his hold remained firm, his laughter mingling with mine. With each tender touch, he held me tighter, his embrace a playful desire of mischief.

I giggled, squirming even more, determined to keep the playful banter going. Later, he released his embrace and turned to face him. He reached for his t-shirt, pulling it over his head in one fluid motion. The sight of his bare chest sent a thrill racing through me.

Unlike the guys I had met before, who were usually shaved, he had hair. As he looked at me, I followed his lead. I reached for my top, pulling it over my head to reveal the bra underneath, matching panties peeking out. My heart was pounding.

I watched him remove his pants, leaving him standing before me in nothing but his boxers. With a soft gasp, I took a step closer to him. I felt the heat of his body as I touched his chest. His hand trailed close to the curve of my bosom. With a gentle touch, I placed my hand on his chest, halting his advance.

“I want…” My voice caught in my throat, and I continued, “I want to ride you. I want you to lie down on the bed, and I’ll be on top.”

His lips curled into a blazing smile. Without a word, he nodded. As he lay on the bed, I climbed onto the bed. I lowered myself onto him, feeling the delicious pressure of his body beneath mine. A rush of desire flooded through me, urging me to explore every inch of his body.

Leaning down, I pressed my lips against his lips, a soft yet passionate kiss. In turn, he takes my lower lip between his own, gently sucking and teasing. I reciprocate his movements, capturing his lower lip between my own. We were in perfect harmony.

I parted my lips, and I was sitting in position on his waist; he made a move to get up. I pushed him back, my hands finding their way to his chest as I gazed into his eyes. My hands wandered lower, fingers dancing over his nipples. I teased and tantalised him with each caress.

Moving with a slow, deliberate grace, I lower my lips to his chest. I feel the rise and fall of his breath beneath me, matching my own. As my lips reach his nipples, I pause, my tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive flesh.

But I don’t stop there. Oh no, I’m just getting started. My tongue dances with his, exploring every crack and tasting every nuance of his chest. I watch his reaction. A soft gasp escaping his lips urges me on.

With playful ease, I alternate between gentle nips and swirling circles with my tongue, each movement designed to elicit a response from him. His breath becomes ragged, his chest heaving with desire as I continue to tease and tease him.

I pull back slightly to nip it with my teeth. Teasing him mercilessly before easing the sting with a gentle sweep of my tongue. His hands grip the sheets, his breath coming in short gasps as I continue to play with him. I shifted to the side and moved a little down, my hands tracing the outlines of his boxers.

I could feel the heat of his arousal through the fabric, and I couldn’t resist the urge to explore. Rubbing my hands over the fabric stimulated a low moan from him. Feeling his guidance, I eagerly complied, removing his boxers with a sense of anticipation.

As his erection jumped free, I couldn’t help but admire the sight before me. Now, My hands were between his waist, my knees between his legs. With a sense of curiosity and longing, I leaned in closer. My tongue darted out to taste him, to explore his hardness with a hunger that touched on despair.

I used my tongue to taste it, starting from the bottom and moving all the way to the top. I felt bigger than anyone I’d been with before, and it excited me. This was just the start of something exciting and special for me. Then, I held it with one hand and with each flick of my tongue for every gentle lick.

And with a sudden surge of boldness, I took him into my mouth, sucking gently on the tip as I explored every inch of it. I could feel him growing harder in my mouth. It was just sucking, like how I tasted my strawberry ice candy. I continued to pleasure him with my mouth.

I felt the need for more lubrication to enhance the experience. I let my saliva flow, coating him in a slick layer of moisture. It made each movement smoother and more sensual. I enjoyed every moment of sucking him, savouring the sensation of his hardness against my tongue.

With each gentle motion, I tilted my head and turned his cock, exploring every angle and curve. He raised his legs slightly, and his hands found purchase in my hair. His moans only fuel my desire. As he moans, I respond instinctively, sinking until he fills my mouth, enjoying the way he stretches me to my limits.

His moans become more urgent, more desperate, driving me to push further, to explore every inch of him. His moans grew louder, more urgent, as I continued to pleasure him. I reluctantly parted from it, moving to my knees before him. With a gentle tug on his arms, I guided him into a sitting position.

As he settled into the sitting position, I leaned in to kiss his lips tenderly. Our lips danced in a sweet, passionate way as we held each other’s faces, pulling closer. After a brief moment, his hands moved away from travelling to my shoulders and went to unclasping the hook of my bra from the back.

I released the kiss, allowing him to pull the bra from me. I revealed the curves of my bosom. He gently cupped them in his hands. His fingers traced my contours with a feather-light caress. His touch became more intimate and passionate, as if he wanted to memorise every curve and contour.

Later, with a tender touch, he pressed his thumb against my lower lip. I parted my lips, inviting him in, the soft pressure of his thumb against my tongue. Meanwhile, his other hand found its way to my bosom, cupping it with a firm yet gentle alternatively.

I arched into his touch. I let my hand wander, trailing down his chest until it found its destination: his balls. My one hand on his shoulder for grip. With a delicate touch, I caressed them, feeling their weight in my palm. As he pressed his lips to my bosom, I arched backwards, my hands on the bed behind me.

“Oh,” I gasp, the pleasure radiating through me as I tilt my head back, my chest rising and falling with each breath. His tongue encircles my nipples, my breath hitching in my throat as he delicately licks and sucks them. His kiss is both gentle and firm, in a perfect balance, pleasure rippling through my body.

“More,” I plead, my fingers clutching at the sheets. His lips form a tight seal around my nipples. A soft moan escapes my lips, a mixture of pleasure and anticipation.

“Oh,” I whimper, my voice trembling with desire as his tongue swirls and teases, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. “Yes, just like that,” I gasp, my breath hitching as he sucks me slowly at first.

“Don’t stop,” I plead, my moans growing louder and more urgent with each passing moment as he gradually increases the pace, driving me to the brink of ecstasy. “Mmm,” I sigh, a soft sound escaping my lips as he switches to the other.

“Oh, yes,” I gasped, lost in the sensations.

“More,” I plead, craving his touch.

“Don’t stop,” I moan, overcome by desire.

With a husky voice full of desire, he whispered those words that sent a shiver down my spine. “Your panties are distracting me,” he revealed, his eyes fuming with need.

As I lay back, I instructed him to remove my panties. With a gentle touch, he slid the fabric down my legs. His eyes never left mine as he revealed the most intimate parts of me.

Wait for more action.

To be continued.

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