Hey Sana, I Like Your Pussy Stubble - Pt 2
Boys and girls, I can understand that a lot of you liked the first part of the story with Sana with the sheer number of likes and I would be more happy and glad if you could please let me know your feedback/love/hate/tips. Without wasting any time, I will get on with what happened the following day. Remember, my colleague Sana and I were yet to rehearse and perfect our dance presentation, but before that, we had already explored each other orally. Here we go: — “Hey.. whatever you did with your tongue last night, it was magical. I normally never let anyone know about my feelings, but that short session was definitely the hottest ever of my whole life, and I want you to wake up to my message, thanking you for giving me something which I had never experienced. Ciao.” It was 11:35 am when I woke up from my deep sleep the next day. The first thing we all do waking up nowadays to is check on our phones and see how far has the world travelled when we were asleep, isn’t it? But I did not expect to be waking up to Sana’s message which she had sent in wee hours – after our intense session last night – and I was indeed excited knowing that whatever I had done to this bomb of a girl, it had hit the right spot. But then, it was almost 11:50 am when I left the bed, despite having promised the hottest girl yet in my life that I would be there at her place by 12:00. No way I was going to get ready and be there in 10 minutes, and perplexity increased as to what should my reply be. Should I inform her about me running late on what would perhaps be the biggest day of our sexual lives, or should I just get on with the day and skip replying? After all, having returned home with burning lips and my member still ready to shoot out loads, I got busy with my movie and a few more beers the previous night. I just wanted to cool down, for my heart had pounded heavily for the longest of time while sexually exploring a girl – about whom I knew very less. But at the same time, I had left an impression so strong that the first thing she did after waking up to let me know her feelings. The girl was ready. I did not care about shaving – I am not talking my facial hair here – I just took a hot water shower, pulled on a light jeans and a t-shirt, sipped my tea with a couple of cigarettes and off I went. The heart is a cruel member; it was slowly resuming its pounding business as if I was approaching my 12th final exam results. Anyway, having skipped replying to her WhatsApp message, I thought of giving Sana a call when I was downstairs her building. No response on the first call. None on the second as well. I stood wondering where did she disappear, I lit up a cigarette. A few puffs later and on the third attempt to reach out to the big-bum-hottie, she picked up her phone. “Hi, where are you? Don’t tell me you are standing outside my house..” she was on phone finally, but sounding as if she was woken up from deep sleep. “Not outside, I am downstairs. But madam, why are you sleeping till so late? It’s 12:45, don’t we have a lot to do?” I replied in haste. “Don’t worry, come up. I will explain,” she said and disconnected. I finished my smoko and went up. Sana opened the door and after letting me in, she began ambling towards her bedroom again. Taking off my shoes, I ogled at her ass which was swaying in all directions as she was wearing a tight short that failed to cover the bottom of her ass cheeks. I saw it clearly as if her clean shaved whitish legs were having goosebumps, some of that was visible on her ass cheeks too. Sana went in her bedroom and I followed her. She had the AC on, and the room was pretty cold. She immediately crawled to her pillow in doggy style movement, her ass bulging out in all its glory. Her boobs dangled and moved left and right as she lied down once again and pulled over her comforter. “What? You want to sleep more?” I shouted. “Don’t shout, please? Come, lay beside me,” she replied. I did not want to bother the girl with the smell of the cigarette I had just finished. I took the liberty of going to her washroom, I washed my hands, used her Listerine, and I was back in her room in a flash. “Oye, get up babe. You have to teach me how to dance!” I pleaded. “Come on na! Come inside this comforter and take a feel of your day off,” she replied. I did not waste any more time. Soon, my cold hands were inside her shirt, above her stomach and she was trying to free herself from my grip. I made sure to smell her skin and hair right behind her ear. “Please, don’t do this!” she requested making all innocent noises. “Where do I keep my hand then?” “Keep it anywhere you want. Not on my stomach. Your hand is very cold!” I had all the options ready: I could have moved up to grab her boobs, or I could simply have taken them inside her shorts on her big ass. I chose the opposite. It was not difficult sliding my hand down, I was inside her shorts. She was without panty, and her stubble, which I thought had grown up a bit more from last night, rubbed hard against my fingers as I reached out for her pussy. She was already wet, as if from the fun from the last night, or maybe from a dream. Or who knows, this woman was planning to get me in the bed straightaway and was wet already thinking of what lay ahead. Already irritated with her refusal to leave the bed, and finding her wet, I did not waste any time in playing with the outer area. I slid two of my longest fingers in. “Aah”, Sana let out a short moan in pleasure. I understood what this girl wanted. I got up, pulled out her shorts from her body and took off my pants. We both were naked from the bottom. “Oye hero, can you please show the magic of your tongue again?” Sana asked, this time her eyes wide open and her grin from ear to ear. “You let me go last night unattended. You know that, right?” I retorted.