Desi Sex Stories Hi, I am Alisha (name changed). I am a 29-year-old woman. I was in a relationship with Aditya (name changed), but we broke up due to our own reasons and moved on. But throughout the years that followed, we kept in touch now and then. He got married later and became a Father. Our connection was kind of lost, but last year, I happened to go to Bangalore, where he was staying. Since I needed information on homestays, I called him to check. We spoke generally, and he told me that his friend lets out his house for short stays. I agreed to take it up.
I reached Bangalore, and Aditya was there to pick me up and take me to his friend’s place. We stopped by to have lunch, and during our conversation there, I learnt that Aditya was not happy with his marriage. I also felt he had changed from what he used to be, a happy, carefree person. I then made a comment saying, “You’ve got to live your life.”
At that moment, our eyes were fixed on each other, and it took us back to the time when we were together. We came back to the present when the waiter got the bill. We paid and left the restaurant.
As we drove, I could feel Aditya’s hand slightly brushing my thighs. It started drizzling too, and to add to the moment, a very sensual song started playing on the stereo.
My eyes were on him, his body, those broad shoulders and his hairy chest that I could see from between the open top buttons. He noticed me watching him and I felt not sure, unsure what this get-together was going to bring, whether he would reciprocate to my sexual desires that were bubbling up.
So, I moved my eyes away from him to the window. I saw a gola guy selling goals on the roadside, and I urged Aditya to stop the car so I could have it. We got out of the car, bought the goals. Mine was a Mango one, and I started sucking it, taking it all in my mouth. Aditya was watching me as I did that.
Staring into his eyes, I opened my mouth wide, put the gola inside between my plump lips, and started sucking its juices. Aditya enjoyed watching that, and I knew for sure that he could be thinking if it had been something else instead of a gola. All of a sudden, it started raining heavily. Within the distance that we ran to the car, we both completely got drenched.
The fabric of my top was thin, and it clung to my body, revealing all my assets. We both couldn’t help noticing one another’s bodies over our wet clothes. We reached the place and got drenched again as we walked to the entrance of the house.
Once in, Aditya asked if it would be alright for him to take off his shirt and jeans and leave them to dry. I didn’t mind and watched him strip. I was staring at him throughout and I was getting very hot watching him. I too took off my top saying I was feeling cold.
I was now standing in front of him in my translucent white bra. We knew the heat was building up between us. He offered me a smoke and as we smoked, he was watching my boobs going up and down as I was breathing the smoke in and out. I couldn’t control and stripped of my bra, revealing my naked boobs to him. I then walked topless to the balcony and continued smoking there. He followed me and kept watching me as I started teasing him more.
I moved to the area on the balcony where it was raining, and I turned towards him. The showers were on my naked boobs. The water was flowing from my upper chest to the tips of my nipples. He could not control anymore. He grabbed me and started kissing me. Our tongues were battling each other, trying to take control. His hands reached my boobs, and he started squeezing my right one while he rubbed his hairy chest on my other boob.
I was wet by the pleasures he was giving me. I knelt down, pulled his boxers away, took his cock in my hands and started rubbing it. I also sniffed his balls and took them one after the other in my mouth. They smelled of sweat, but I loved it. He grabbed me from the floor, had my legs around his waist and took me inside.
He threw me on the couch. He then pulled my jeans & panties at one go. My pussy was so wet, I could see the juices leaking out of my hole and flowing towards my asshole. He lapped his tongue on my pussy, first on my clit, sucking and nibbling it. Ahhh, that sensation was crazy, as if current was flowing in my body.
My ex-boyfriend inserted two fingers in my pussy and started moving them in and out. I pulled his head closer to my pussy and was moaning at the top of my voice.
“Aditya, yes, fuck me, yes, make me your bitch”.
I was moving my ass up and down to double the pleasure my ex-bf was giving me with his rolling tongue. I moaned out loud as I came on his face.
He then got up, rubbed his cock on my pussy slit, like he was swiping an ATM card. He then penetrated his cock inside me; it was hard and long. He was slowly pushing it in and grabbed my boobs at the same time. He twisted my boobs as he continued his invasion in my pussy. He fastened his pace and this time, pinched and pulled my nipples hard. Oh, what a feeling it was!
My pussy walls were throbbing and squeezing his cock inside me. We were sweating and the pleasure was peaking. I was moving in a rhythm with him, moving my ass up and down with every move of his ramming cock. We were fucking that way for 10 minutes when Aditya shouted out loud that he was coming. He then pulled his cock out and shot all the load on my stomach and boobs. He fell beside me, holding me tight by the waist, his head resting on my right boob. I could feel his hot breath on my nipple.
We were breathing heavily and enjoyed it to the fullest. We looked at each other and kissed gently. I took his fingers and intertwined them with mine. I moved them to his juices on my boobs, and we both traced his cum all over my body, making abstract spreads.
It didn’t end there, Aditya, stayed back with me throughout my trip as we fucked like lovers again at every spot we could find, under the shower, on the dining table, kitchen counter, and balcony. I would love to share those experiences in my next stories.
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