Consensual Sex - From Her Diary
He was holding her hand like he wouldn’t let go. My heart fluttered, and I was probably blushing. Still, I had to see the foreplay in their consensual sex. He moved her hair aside and touched his face to her neck, but he didn’t kiss her. I realized suddenly that my pinkie finger was flicking my clit. As soon as I saw what he was actually doing, I got goosebumps all over my arms. He smelt her body odor from the sweat on her sexy nape. It started last December during New Year’s Eve party. There was something about him that pulled me like a strong magnet – oodles of confidence, squeaky clean hair, and naughty eyes. I’m a hopeless romantic, and he was my perfect crush. My name is Ridhima, and I live in Garden Reach, a relatively posh area of West Kolkata. I’m 19 years old. Its sounds like a very young age, but I’m blessed with a well-endowed woman’s body. I’m quite tall for a Bengali girl, five feet six inches, and very white-skinned. Due to my natural genes, I have big brown eyes and thick dark hair that I’ve grown till mid-back. My mom never allowed me to style my hair (and lose its thickness). My thick Pantene hair is always in a bunt cut and combed to one side to flaunt my long neck. Since starting college, I’ve controlled my sugar cravings to maintain a narrow 25-inch waist. Although I do a lot of cycling in the gym, my hip is slightly rounded and around 34 inches. I feel like my bust is still growing, but at present, it’s 34c, so I keep playing with push-up bras and padded ones. Boys started proposing to me as soon as I joined college. Most of them were useless. But I finally accepted my school friend Rajat as a bf, without a serious commitment, of course. He was cute but not the prince of my dreams back then. Rajat was tall with a good cock, but he was too nervous about making love. We had sex on my birthday last year, but he was scared of someone catching us in the act. He finished in 2 minutes and literally ran away. Since that time, my hunger has kept increasing as I had yet to get experience my hottest fuck session. I use a rubber floor dick every night to kneel down and ride. I just close my eyes and imagine myself fucking my prince charming. The six inches long rubber toy attaches to the floor with a suction cup. Then I simply take it into my pussy and pat my hood with my fingers while jerking in and out. Though my strokes are not as fast as I need, I’m practicing to get better at the cowgirl position. From the time I lost virginity, I’ve felt sexy all over my body. My entire skin is an exogenous zone. I wish Rajat would touch my waist, maybe kiss my stomach or at least hold my hand like Nagesh dada holds his wife’s hand. Once I told Rajat that I’ve seen men hold their woman’s hands but ended up making him more insecure. Rajat felt I’m comparing him with some alpha male and shied away. But my desire keeps increasing day by day. Recently my mom took me with her to get my body waxed and eyebrows sharpened. Since then, I feel aroused even when I touch my smooth curves, arms, or stomach. To top it, I had my belly button pierced for my last birthday. Just the feeling of metal on my skin keeps me wet all the time. Ever since I saw Nageshda’s foreplay, I’ve craved for male touch. I feel like my man should take me for a pleasure trip without asking. He should hold my hand and do things that are beyond my imagination. I need to feel someone’s hairy chest on my soft breasts and strong legs between my milky thighs. That day it was Holi. We had an informal party at the clubhouse. It was for adults only and at their own risk. Dry colors or ‘gulaal’ were allowed. People were not touching hands to faces but putting the color on clothes. I dressed up my old pink chudidar-kurta that was a bit tight. The sleeveless kurta had become tight around my chest and pushed out my titties to show a good amount of cleavage. I wore light makeup with ‘Kajal’ and eye shadow. Then I put on sandals with 3-inch heels and went to the clubhouse. Rajat came and hugged me tightly. He applied colors to my face and boobs. I spotted Nagesh and tried to distance myself from Rajat. I had to look available so that Nagesh could approach me. I had carefully made a French braid to expose my fair neck, but Rajat had put color on it. There was only one way to stop Rajat’s advances, which was to fuck him first. Once his energy is spent, he wouldn’t try to mount me. So I started by checking his erection with my ass. His tool was ready for action, and I knew at this stage his mind would be numb. I called him inside the clubhouse into the kitchen area. The lights were off because the staff was on leave that day. We kissed as usual for a good 5 minutes. Though he can’t control his ejaculation, Rajat is a good kisser. I let him take charge of my mouth then pointed his face to my boobs to have my tits sucked. He had started grinding his crotch on my hip and dry humping me while kissing my neck. I wiggled out of his embrace before he jizzed inside his pants. If I’d come this far, I wanted to experience his penetration at least. We selected a dark spot where a pile of rice bags was kept. I whispered to him, “Baby, did you bring rubber?” He proudly pulled out a condom from his pocket. Without wasting time, I bent and gave a quick suck and rolled the condom on his strong cock. If only he was more experienced, that cock would serve me multiple orgasms, I thought. I loosened my pajama and sat on the rice bag, facing Rajat. Rajat squeezed my bums and slapped them, and started massaging my pussy. “I am ready,” I said and lifted my legs to let him know that I was already wet. He supported my thighs and plunged his prick into my tight hole, then started pumping slowly. I took a deep breath at the sudden insertion but didn’t make any sound. Rajat was already bending down on my neck, smelling and kissing lightly.