Hot sex with girlfriend
Hi ISS readers, I am thrilled having read almost all stories in the site. I try and catch-up with the stories if I am not able to check in the site when am busy with work. Finally I am here now with a story of mine which happened a year back. I was doing my engineering course in the late 90’s. In my first year I was attracted to a girl in my college; I kept mum though as I was shy to speak out. The year just went on with me just watching her. The following year, not sure what happened she approached me in the pretext of making a friendship with me. I was too shy then I just ignored. She did not give up and kept pecking the same every now and then. Even some of her friends advised me to accept her friendship. They said that she use to cry in her room thinking about the reasons I would have in mind to ignore her. Then on I realized that she’s too much into it that she deserves my closeness. I am not sure if I had any bad intentions on her at that time. We started chatting for hours in the college, over the phone in the evenings. We started meeting during the hols whenever possible. We just couldn’t accept one speaking to another girl/boy in the college. We were so possessive at each other. Our college tours are still memorable. I still get a hard on when I think of that time. We were just friends then but were attracted to each other unknowingly. While we were on the tour we never spent a single moment alone; means we were together all throughout. Most of the times holding hands together while walking outside or resting on each other’s shoulder while in the bus/train. Further to the tours our intimacy increased and we felt each other a lot. It went on like this for another year; then came the IV sem hols. Though we use to speak over the phone, we missed each other a lot. A few weeks after the college re-opened, I proposed her; she first said no considering the caste etc., and then accepted. We were confident enough to face life, however tough it is. We had maintained the same friendship style activities as before, nothing much. It went on for another year. We were then in to the final year of our college. One fine day I took her home with a thought to introduce her to my parents as my friend. My mom was too worried from then and started asking if I am in love; not only with me but also with my friends. I kept saying no. Mom started to police my activities, and I was caught red-handed with a few of the letters she wrote to me. Then on my mom and sis went on strike in-house, threatened that they would suicide and all. I succumbed to pressure; after discussing with my beloved we parted ways, also declared @ my home so. (Here actually begins the real stuff) Since it was the final year in college we had arranged for a national tour for about 13 days. It mostly covered parts in and out of Delhi including UP. I had convinced my parents then for the tour and we started our trip with 40 others of my class by train. The usual fun environment use to prevail in the train. Gangs of people sat in coupes to have their own way of enjoyment. Singing, Playing cards, a gang started to booze too. We were in the group that was singing; as I am one of the shy guys I was just sitting enjoying the group singing. I was sitting opposite her. I had my legs on the opposite seat, just near her with one foot over the other (brushing her thighs). After a while I slept while others were still singing. I woke up suddenly with the screeching sound of brakes. What I saw was a wonderful scene, while the songs were ON; my beloved was scratching her nipples with my fingers of foot. I pretended to be asleep for a long time until the gang disappeared. Nothing happened that day further other that me and her showing interest on each other with the lustful eyes. I was sure she wanted me badly. That evening we reached Delhi, and there was a bus ready to take us to Simla. We boarded the bus, the bus was not big enough to accommodate all of us, some of us had to lay down on the platform of the bus; and we were among those who had to lie down. It was tough lying down as there were too many bends in the road and was too much of a disturbance. I decided to sit in the steps of the bus; and am safe as the door was closed. Seeing me she accompanied me there. It was dark inside; no one could have seen us. We were sitting very close to each other, she started to brush her boobs along the sides of my hands, and I started enjoying. I did not dare to grab them, as I was afraid of my image of doing so. She continued her acts. I gave her the company but did not respond. We reached Simla finally and settled in our respective rooms. The next day we went out sight seeing. After each visit both we purposefully came back to the bus early. With much of expectations. I finally gave her a kiss, in the bus. She responded with another. She laid her head on to my shoulders with much of passion. It was so wonderful, the first kiss of life for us both. We thought we should die that moment; it was so passionate that we still remember the feel of the kiss. Nothing much on the day further, we started back to Delhi. Once we reached Delhi in the evening we went for shopping with our respective gang of friends. Both of us had the urge to return back to the lodge where we were staying earlier than the rest of the people. We made it too. I took her to my room. Once we were in the room, we started kissing each other, (frenchie). We were new to kissing so were pulling our tongues rather, was funny but interesting. The whole point was that we expressed the feelings for each other. So we were happy with the experience. Later she started un buttoning her shirt, to reveal her assets. I stared at it for a moment; those huge pink balls and the big wheatish nipples on them were just fantastic. I threw her on the bed, laid myself over her, and started chewing them. There were a lot of disturbances so we couldn’t prolong the session.