Intimate Lickilicious Session At Parlor
Hello everyone.. Shravan here, for some of you who missed my first story, here is the link : https://www.indiansexstories3.com/virgin/cherishing-first-time/ Kindly read that and catch up. After a year or so dating, we got hooked up and the best part was, it was only the end of second year. We had four more years till college finished. The thought of abundance amount of time we were gonna have together made us very happy but at the same time we also knew that coming years will be academically very tough on us, after all becoming docs isn’t easy, is it now? Paradoxically, the third year would be a huge load less than the second year, which was the silver lining for our thoughts. We met regularly in the third year. Even before we got sexually connected, many of our friends were in love and we often have had heard their ‘naughty stories’ and ‘pda’. Since our first cherishing time, we often shared such stories between us. We both weren’t comfortable talking about these initially but having ourselves restrained consciously to not have the second cherishing time at the near future, we decided to have a go at conversing about these things, hoping it would put down our growing ‘love-sickness’. And to be honest, it was helping. We learnt a lot about each other needs. And as far as those stories of our friends, you wouldn’t believe the places they chose to get intimate, my god ! ;) We were disappointed with those pda’s becoz it felt outright very wrong when we heard it, thank god we both were on the same page on this. Oh, pda is ‘public display of affection’, I hope y’all know that but then what pda is depends on the place u live. But the disadvantage of all these talks we had, was the fact that, every time when we both met, some part of me was raging to do that to her in public deserted places. I know it’s totally wrong but hey human nature ! I did not tell her about it bcz I felt embarrassed. Two, three months had rolled by, we met at a new ice cream parlor. It was designed as cubicles, more or less like the tube hotels of Japan except it was a bigger version of it. Her favourite was butterscotch electric, mine was kiwi. The lighting was damn perfect, dull and just about enough illumination. We sat opposite to each other. She took a spoonful of her ice cream and raised her hand gesturing me to have it. I was surprised. This has never happened before, we never shared in public. I was thinking what to do, after so much thought about the seclusion of the cubicle and realizing she has been holding it for longer, I took it very swiftly before anyone could notice. She was like, ‘oohh, whats the hurry? u r acting strange’. I just smiled. Now I felt obliged to give her some of mine and did but.. instead of leaving the spoon she clenched it with her teeth and took it from me. I was expressionless in shock but she was naughtily smiling and winking at me, omg ! She obviously exchanged the spoons and gave me her spoon. I felt little comfortable now as I realized that she too must have been having those inner feelings just as I did. This might not feel like a big deal but it surely was for us. We both knew what was going on. We made sure no one was watching us and I planted a gentle kiss on her hands, hmm, her body aroma was magnetic. I just wanted to have my lips pasted on her soft warm hands. The next thing she did was out of our level. It scared the shit outta me. She asked for my ice cream. Just when I was about to grab my spoon in my bowl she took it. I was confused and I was looking at her with frowned, raised eyes like ,’how am I supposed to give u my ice cream?’ But never said it, just saw her like saying that. And she, having her body twisted in the most romantic way possible, dropping the head pointed to my hand with her eyes. I said, “I haven’t washed them deeps.” D : I don’t mind.. S : But I do. D : come on shravan, i ain’t going to catch something from ur hands, now! S : deeps… D : for god sake, just give me.. I could totally read her mind and felt the same rage inside of me and realized how those young birds, our friends, couldn’t control pda. Now it seemed totally right bound within the laws of love. With my index finger I took a little scoop along the edge of the bowl and moved it towards her. She looked around once an took it very quickly. The feel was good but very short lived, I was disappointed though. My mind wanted her to be real quick but my heart wanted her to be nice and very slow. She was all smiles. D : Do u want my ice cream? S : Thank u very much deeps, am already dying from my heart beating fast, u want to give it a heart attack? D : ;) ;) D : ok then, let me have one more scoop S : Sureeee … ( I know i was being selfish but this is not the right place or time to reciprocate wholeheartedly, right? Moreover I felt like she might not take care of the happenings in surrounding as did I ) I took the scoop, came forward in my seat, moved my hand to her. And isn’t she my soul mate, she read my mind, and face probably, from previous scoop and ate it very slowly. We both were enjoying it. That warmth moist feel when she presses my finger against her palate with her tongue relieving me from that uncomfortable yet bearable chillness was priceless. Even more comforting and erotic was when she buried my finger beneath her tongue inside that soft padded mouth of hers filled with saliva. She then let my finger go after slowing releasing it through her tightly pursed pink sharp lips making that slurpy sound as a credit score at the end of an opera. I was so hard by now. She handed me a tissue. I started wiping. Since I had taken the scoop from the bottom of the bowl, some of it were melted and was dripping through my hands to the wrist. When I was half way done with my wiping she suddenly grabbed my hand again. S : there isn’t any left on that finger deeps.. D : here..