Desi Sex Stories Previous Part: My First Mingle in the Jungle Experience – Part 1
I kept noticing Nishi in the hallway. She had short, grey-eyed, impossibly fair skin and dark brown hair with a bit of frizz. From behind, she looked exactly like Seema!
One day she sat at my table in the packed dining hall. We talked, laughed about her company’s face-scanning door that kept rejecting her. Somehow we started meeting at every lunch.
We spent a rainy evening on Marine Drive where she got poetic about the sunset and kissed me. Later she took me for trekking in Kharghar hills.
On a large secluded rock, she told me about a strange college pact – this was where she wanted to lose her virginity to me. I was stunned!
Chapter 2: What the hell happened on the rock?
After a quick video call with her friends, she squeezed her wet green panties around my dick until I was hard, and everything around us stopped!
“There,” she whispered. “That’s better.”
My brain went into flashback for a while. Last time a girl came to me, she dripped a few drops and said the same line. Well, that was a chemistry practical exam in college during the titration experiment.
One of my sweet classmates, Sandhya, came, just dropped in the right amount of drops to get the required shade of pink, and said the same line: There! That’s better. This felt like the same thing but differently. Hahaha!
Coming back, I opened my mouth to say something clever. But nothing came out. It felt like my brain had temporarily clocked out for lunch and left a “Gone for pakoda” sign on the door.
She rather didn’t wait for me to say something. She pushed me flat on the mattress with surprising strength for someone who claimed this was her first time, crawled over me, and started kissing and licking her way down like she had a personal checklist for all the things she wanted to do to me.
During this entire thing, she took heavy, strong, long breaths, which went shaky with occasional moans and felt lustful. It sent jolts in my spine.
She started on my collarbone first. It felt slow, deliberate. Then the center of my chest. She paused to bite the skin tightly, and then looked up with those grey eyes.
Nishita: Still nervous, panda?
I just smiled. My brain left this conversation. Then she went lower, across my stomach, the soft skin just above the hip bone, the inside of my thigh. Every time she paused, she made eye contact, rain dripping from her hair onto my skin. Everything felt electric.
By the time her mouth closed on my shaft, I was already breathing as I had just climbed the hill twice while carrying both our bags.
She tried the right amount of suction. She took her time. Slow at first, teasing, then deeper, the kind of suction that made my toes curl in pleasure against the wet-soaked mattress and my hands fist the fabric.
She hummed once, the vibration traveling straight up my spine. When she finally pulled off, a thin string of saliva connected her lower lip to the tip of my penis. She wiped it with the back of her hand and laughed, a little breathless herself.
Cum spread across her lips. She crawled toward my face. Looked like a lioness ate her hunted prey and had its blood near the mouth. Only thing was it was my cum on her mouth.
Nishita: Panda, this was the first time I’ve ever done that. How am I doing? Be honest. I can take critical feedback.
Me: It was so great, Nishi; it looked as if you were conducting a masterclass on blowing. You need to be given a gold medal for it.
She giggled, crawled back up the length of my body, and kissed me hard so I could taste myself on her tongue. The kiss was messy, rainwater mixing with drool. She rubbed on my dick for a while when she did that.
Then she sat up. I licked her pussy to my heart’s content. Licking, sucking, and fingering. She squirted a lot.
She pushed me down. Sat on my thighs and guided my dick in with one hand. No lube needed. We were already slick and dripping. The moment I sank all the way in, she let out a long, shaky moan that bounced off the trees and probably scared a few birds! Then she bled.
Me: You okay? We can slow down.
Nishita: Don’t you dare stop.
Her voice was shaky from this fucking. She started moving, slow rolls at first, then harder. Rain started again, light and cold on our overheated skin. She leaned forward, palms flat on my chest, hair sticking to her face in dark strands, eyes half-closed. Her shaky breaths struck my face, warm.
Every time she dropped down, she made a small broken sound that went straight to the base of my spine. I could feel her pussy pulsating around my dick in irregular waves.
Then I flipped her over. Now her legs wrapped around my waist immediately. I pinned her wrists above her head and thrust deep. She arched hard, mouth open, rain running into it and down her neck. Her blood mixed with rain and sweat.
Nishita: Harder, pratty. I can take this. Don’t treat me like glass that would break easily. Ah!
I gave it to her. The wet slap of skin against skin, her moans rising and falling, the distant roar of the river somewhere below us.
She came first; I almost followed her immediately. Her whole body shook, thighs shaking against my sides, and she let out a loud, broken moan. I continued fucking, kept penetrating her in deep strokes, until she was shaking, laughing, and swearing in the same breath!
I slowed but didn’t pull out. She was still pulsing around me. When I finally finished inside her, she locked her legs around my waist and refused to let me withdraw my dick.
We stayed like that, breathing hard, me flat on her now! The rain cooling the heat between us. Her heart was hammering against my chest. Mine was trying to escape my ribs entirely! After a minute she opened one eye.
Nishita: That was intense. Like, I felt I saw the actual stars.
Me: You’re bleeding.
Nishita: I know. First time. It’s fine. Expected it.
She kissed the corner of my mouth, then the other corner, then full on the lips again. Then, with closed eyes, she pressed her nose on mine. We felt each other. For a while, the nature’s sound around us disappeared.
Then I collapsed beside her. Then she crawled on me and lay down, just like how Seema used to do – using me as her personal mattress.
Her long breath continued, sometimes shaky. She had goosebumps and went all red. Her body felt hot. I caressed her, moving my hands on her head, through her hair, her back, sometimes even grabbing her ass.
We were still wet. Now our crotch was sticky. Her thigh came on my dick. It rose slowly. It was as if the tip was tracing a curve on her thigh.
Nishita: Knock it off, Panda, you’re tickling me with your dick.
We laughed hard.
Me: Your body on mine, the way we’re caressing each other. The fact that you’re still wrapped around me. It was a spontaneous response.
Nishita: You’re still hard.
She laughed, the sound bright even through the rain.
Nishita: I think your spontaneous dick is ready for a round two already. You’re such a greedy panda. I love you!
She placed a wet but warm kiss on my lips, locking for a brief second.
Me: I don’t think we should go for another one. It’s close to sunset, and it gets dark too soon here.
Nishita: Let’s try from my back side. It can be a quick one. Before I change my mind or a leopard shows up.
She jokingly roared and scratched my chest like a leopard. I hesitated, my hand resting on the curve of her ass.
Me: Anal is going to hurt. A lot!
Nishita: So did the first one we had. As it hurt me, this will hurt you too because I’m tight. Do it. I want the full experience. It’s for my pact. Need to lose it from the front as well as back!
She lay down on her stomach, flat. She pushed her hips back against me. I spat on my fingers, worked her open as carefully as the rain and our adrenaline allowed, then I pressed it in.
She kept her hands above her head. With my right hand, I grabbed both of them by the wrist like handcuffs. She looked to her left. I went slow, inch by inch, until she nodded once, and then I increased the pace.
I gave her the same hard rhythm she had asked for. She moaned louder this time, half pain, half something darker and hungrier.
Told me to lie flat on her back. She wanted to feel trapped in my weight. Every thrust pushed a small broken sound out of her.
When I leaned down, covered her body with mine, and bit her left ear, she came again, tighter than before, and dragged me over the edge with her. I finished deep, groaning against her ear that I bit, while she shook underneath me and stayed breathlessly onto the mattress.
We collapsed in a complete mess of blood, cum, rainwater and combined sweat! She was still trembling when she got up, turned towards me and kissed me, slow and filthy, tasting of everything we had just done. I laughed, completely exhausted, my forehead then pressed to her shoulder.
Me: Nishi, baby, you’re going to kill me before sunset. Cause of death: A woman too enthusiastic for the first time!
Nishita: Panda, thank you for everything. This was so intense. I loved it.
She said as she traced lazy circles on my chest with her fingertips.
Me: We should move. It gets dark fast out here. And I’m pretty sure leopards don’t care about post-sex glow or your college day pacts.
Nishita: Pratty, I don’t know which wild animals you’re talking about. We’re the wild animals today!
She growled playfully, resembling a wild animal, and bit my shoulder hard enough to leave a mark.
We laughed so hard, we stood up on our now unsteady legs. Our clothes had partially dried in the earlier break in the rain. She looked at the sky, then at me, then at the lake, and suggested the obvious.
Nishita: Let’s try skinny dipping, Panda! Once only na! Our clothes stay in the bag so they don’t get ruined again.
Me: You want to walk through the lake completely naked after what we just did?
Nishita: You walk. I can swim!
We stuffed everything into a plastic bag, balanced it on our heads like the world’s most traumatized and exhausted fruit sellers, and waded back in.
Chin-deep, laughing like complete retards, fully bare. The water was colder now. On the other side, she took out a bath towel from her bag she had packed ‘just in case’.
We dried each other off with significantly more hand touching than necessary and tickling each other. Before dressing, she announced she needed to pee.
Nishita: let’s use nature as a washroom. Come with me. I’ve never done it outside. It’ll feel weird alone.
I suggested that we stand a few feet apart for the sake of dignity. She opposed that immediately.
Nishita: Squat next to me for moral support, or I’ll feel like I’m being watched by a very judgmental forest. Show some solidarity, my dear Panda!
So we did. Side by side. Squatting and peeing. She laughed so hard she almost toppled sideways. I held her while she still peed.
Nishita: I think I have a new kink. Mutual outdoor peeing. I’m going to remember this exact moment we’re spending together and touch myself later while replaying everything we did on the rock.
We laughed and finally got dressed, still damp in places, and started the long walk back. Halfway to the car, the rain returned as if it had something personal against us.
By the time we reached my car, we looked like we had lost a very one-sided fight with a waterfall.
I don’t know what’s wrong in Kharghar restaurants. Every restaurant took one look at our drowned-crow-like appearance and denied us entry. Something was really wrong with this kind of discrimination, as they even denied us food as a parcel! That was inhuman.
We didn’t even look like beggars. There was no reason for that. We ended up at a roadside stall eating yet another oily onion pakoda in the car, windows completely fogged, both of us dripping steadily onto the seats and pretending this was a normal day.
I didn’t let her go home by train. I drove her home through the evening traffic. At her building, while still in the car, she leaned over me, kissed me once, and got out.
Nishita: See you on Monday, Panda!
Monday arrived like a tight slap!
She sent me a follow request on Instagram first thing in the morning. Mine is a private profile. I accepted her request without even thinking.
Within minutes she had liked half a dozen of my recent posts. Most of them were photos of me with my wife. At this point, I didn’t know what she’d do next. An hour later, a message landed:
Nishita: I’m not eating today, not meeting you during lunch. What you did to me, I can’t eat well! Meet me in the parking lot in the basement, after your lunch.
I was stunned. But anyway, I followed her advice. After lunch, I went to meet her, scared. I found her leaning against a concrete pillar under the fluorescent lights, arms crossed, expression unreadable.
Me: You had food?
I asked automatically, because some of my caring habits!
Nishita: (crying) You have no right to ask that question, Pratty. Stop this fake caring. I thought you were my Panda. But you cheated on me!
Me: What?
Nishita: Don’t pretend. I saw your photos on Instagram. The ones with your wife. The ones I just liked like an idiot!
My stomach did a slow, unpleasant drop. “Nishita…” I tried to say something, but she wouldn’t allow it.
Nishita: You let me think we were starting something. That kiss on Marine Drive. The poem I made for you about the sun melting into the sea and me enjoying your company. The trek. The fact that I called my friends and told them you were ‘the one’ while you waved at the camera like a man being drafted. And the whole time you were married! You didn’t say a word?
Me: I never said we were in a relationship.
Her voice cracked for half a second, then hardened again.
Nishita: You fucked me on that rock like you meant something. Only to eventually go home to your wife?
Me: I thought it was casual. You never proposed. You told me about a virginity pact with your college friends. I thought you were in heat, just wanted the experience, and I was convenient for you!
She laughed, short and bitter.
Me: There’s something wrong with my stars, I think. I keep on getting into such situations. I’m sorry.
Nishita: Of course. Easy for you. Sleep with the new girl, keep the wife, walk away clean. Classic! But why do you even do this?
I told her everything that’s happening between my wife and me. For a while, she took it differently and felt relieved.
Nishita: Panda, you could’ve told me that. When are you divorcing your now-wife? (Wiping her tears) I can wait. How long will you take? A couple of years? No? Five? Ten? I’ll wait as long as you want. For me, it was love at first sight with you! I’m ready.
Me: Sorry, I can’t do that!
Nishita: Pratty, you’re a disgrace. You’re a maniac. Stop this! This is wrong!
Something in me finally snapped!
Me: You didn’t wait for an answer from me on Marine Drive. You kissed me. I thought you needed something casual, like you were a bitch in heat! Pulling away would have made me look like the biggest fool. My mistake! And the video call? I thought you wanted a one-time thing. I’ve been in those situations before. One of them turned into something long-term with a woman who looked exactly like you. (I showed Seema’s picture) Through you, I kept seeing Seema. That’s on me, completely! But you also used me to finish a pact and show your friends the last box was ticked. You admitted it yourself. Why are you behaving like today’s kids who feel losing virginity is a big medal? That’s to be blamed. Not me!
She went quiet for a long moment, probably staring at a stain on the concrete floor. Then admitted we’re both at fault.
We stood there in the harsh basement light, total silence! We both had been completely naked under an open sky, enjoying each other less than forty-eight hours earlier, now fully clothed but somehow more exposed than we had been on that rock!
Nishita: Fine! Let’s forget we ever met. No more lunches. No meeting. We’re strangers from this moment!
Me: Deal!
She turned and walked one way without looking back. I walked the other way.
These days she sits alone in the dining hall, three or four tables away. Sometimes our eyes meet for half a second across the dining hall. Then we both look down at our plates like the food is the most fascinating thing we have ever seen.
I don’t know how hard it’s going to be for her to move on from this. Before she saw those photos on Instagram, whatever she felt for me was real. I saw it.
And I keep wondering: if she falls for someone else someday, will she be able to look at him the same way as she looked at me before looking at my Instagram photos? Or will this always sit somewhere in the background, and she won’t be able to meet her man?
I changed a lot in her. She won’t be the same after this!
This chapter called Nishita is now closed for me. I still pay the Atal Setu toll only twice a week, like how it was before meeting her. I don’t look for her in the hallway anymore.
And if the face-scanning machine at her company door ever starts calling her Ghost Madam again, I won’t be around even to hear the joke!
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