An Afternoon With Priya
Author : Qwertpoiuy Priya has been a great fuck in my life. Both of us were 23 and studied in a college. She was a bubbly girl with a healthy curvaceous body that turned the boys in our college horny. She was the wet dream of a lot of boys and she enjoyed the adulations and attentions showered on her. There were boys who took her out and made her drink and taken advantage of her. She had affairs with a few others – all short term ones and physical – she was a piece of good dumb sex. That added to her appeal. I was one of the few lucky ones who had the pleasure to spend a couple of days in close proximity with her which ended up in our making love. The first time I had a glimpse of her body in full bloom was when I went to her room for some reason – I don’t remember… She was wearing a salwar kurta with a dupatta slung across her neck. She sat down in front of me, with her legs folded on the floor, and leaned forward as she talked to me. Her dupatta fell down as she spoke to me and her ample cleavage was exposed like a deep valley and the temptation was hard for me not to look towards it; but she smiled all through. She never made any effort to pull up her dupatta and cover her healthy big breasts. Her breasts had the promise of a milk filled and I had – in my imagination – drunk from her breasts so many times. I was hard, talking to her like that in that position. Shiver ran through my body as I spoke to her. Suddenly she got up and declared that she has to take her bath. She left me alone in that room and went inside. I heard her enter the bathroom. I was horny – I imagined her taking off her salwar kurta and see her naked body. I touched the bulge in my pant. I heard the sound of water – and imagined her running water all over body. How would she look sitting crouched on the bathroom floor, her healthy legs spread, rubbing her body with soap? Suddenly I heard the bathroom door open and she call out to me – “Jeet, could you come here please?” I promptly got up and walked towards the bathroom. Her head appeared from behind the bathroom door. I was surprised but pleased to see her like this, obviously naked behind the semi-closed door. “Could you give me the towel please? I left it in the bedroom.” I walked into the bedroom and saw the towel spread on the bed. I pulled it up. As soon as I pulled it up I saw a pair of white bra and red cotton panty neatly lying there. I got curious. I bent down and sniffed at the panty; they were fresh and clean. I picked it up and brought it to my nose and sniffed them hard. My heart was pounding like mad. I kept it back and walked to that bathroom. She took the towel from my hands and asked me, “What were you doing? Sniffing my bra?” I was like flummoxed. Suddenly I gathered courage, my dick prompted me, I said, “No, I was smelling your panty. It smells of you.”Suddenly she blushed and shut the door on my face. I could trace the redness that immediately went through her face when she heard my words. My heart pounded more. I went back to the outer room and looked towards the passage at the end of which was the bathroom. I don’t know how much time passed but suddenly I saw her coming out of the passage, radiant in a pink cotton sari and a sleeveless blouse. Her hair was still wet and fell across her back. She looked stunning. As she sat down in front of me, I couldn’t help telling her that she looked beautiful. She just shook her head and brought the hair in front. “Will you not say anything else?’ I gathered courage and said, “You look good.” And I meant it. “Why don’t you put the pallu over your head?” She was surprised. “You want me to do that?” I nodded my head. She immediately pulled the end of her sari over her head and looked at me. Like this?” Wow, she looked like a ravishing young bride, with that ghoonghat over her lovely face. She started blushing. I looked at her long, “Why are you blushing?” She turned red and suddenly removed the anchal from over her head and got up and turned towards her cupboard, her back turned towards me. She looked great from the back, the sari wrapped around her big buttock, much below the waist line and her stomach bulged a little at the sides. The wet hair fell across her broad; she took up her hair and began tying them in a knot over her head and turned towards me. Wow, she looked ravishing. The anchal of her sari slid between her big breasts as she looked down at me; I stole a glance at her bare armpits. She kept on tying her hair with her arms raised, revealing her deep set armpits. Her navel glittered above low waisted sari. I don’t know what prompted me but I crawled towards her and suddenly grabbed her waist. “Hey what are you doing?” she cried out. “Please, Priya, let me for once hold you like this,” and I buried my head into her stomach, my nose stuck at her deep navel and my hands clutching her waist. I don’t know how she reacted but she let me hold her like that…. Then slowly I felt her hands touching my hair. I didn’t let her go. She clutched my hair with both her hands now; the blood coursed through my body and I suddenly kissed her navel. She cried out “Oh! What are you doing?The barrage between us broke down and I looked up at her and saw that she was shivering. I got up and held her in my arms and kissed her straight on the mouth. She kissed me back and we were engrossed in a passionate French kiss, our tongues lingering into each other’s mouth and biting each other’s lips. I laid her down on the floor, and still kissing her began to grope her breasts. I removed her anchal and put my hands inside her blouse and grabbed her breasts. She was not wearing any bra beneath. She took off the buttons of her blouse and released her big heaving breasts. I looked down at her breasts. The nipples had turned erect. She pulled my head over her breasts and I started sucking her breasts like a child.