Introvert who became an exhibitionist - Part 1
Author’s Note: The series I will be narrating is a long one. It involves multiple levels of sexual pleasure. It starts with how I went from being a shy and resistant person to an exhibitionist. One thing I learned in this process is that women like it slow and with dynamic foreplay. I have been a reader of ISS and took inspiration from stories to try them myself, which I will be narrating as I go on. All I request is a little patience. ***** Hi everyone. I am Vimal, aged 29, basically from Tamil Nadu but living in Mumbai for work. I am about 5’10” and have an athletic build. I am fair, work out, and play daily. The heroine of this story is Kavya (name changed, of course). She is from Pune and is the most beautiful girl I have met to date. Her dressing is very modern and makes any man look at her with hunger to fuck her. She has a cute smile and could give many Tamil actresses a run for their money. She is slightly short, but she looks a lot like Shraddha Srinath. I don’t want to disclose her size, but she has a perfect body with a cute tummy. In this series, I will tell you how I went so slow with my girl that her hunger for sex made her break all her chains and come to me. Now, coming to the story. Like everyone, I too got attracted to her, but I am a very shy and underconfident person when it comes to girls, so I did not allow any feelings to develop. I knew she was way out of my league, so I looked at her as just another girl and interacted with her with friendly intentions. After knowing her for about two years, I first invited her to Mumbai during a festival, and we had a good time. We slept together in the same bed, but I maintained my distance like a good friend. This made her feel safe with me. Seeing her being comfortable with me, I made my plan. I asked her for a seven-day road trip covering Pune, Mangalore, Coorg, and Bangalore. I plan my trips well. I am an avid traveler, mostly preferring road trips. I have a Jeep Compass, which I use for long-distance drive, and stay at only 4-star or 5-star hotels. During the first few days, we had a great time; again, I maintained my distance. I wanted to be sure before making my first move. On the sixth day, we were at Coorg in a 200-acre coffee estate. Kavya immediately fell in love with the place. I had reserved a private suite (which cost me 10k for a night) and brought special Amrut Fusion whisky to celebrate the night. Until then, we were enjoying ourselves as perfect friends, sleeping on separate beds and not touching with bad intentions, etc. That night changed everything for me. After having four pegs, I invited her for a game of Uno, and the loser had to tell a secret. She was hesitating initially, but I let alcohol do the trick, and after two more pegs, she gave in. I lost the first game and told her mine. I was a virgin until then (a 28-year-old virgin, which made her laugh). The next game she lost and told her love story and her breakup, which happened in her college days. While narrating the story, she kept her legs on my lap in a teasing way. I gave her a small massage, and she liked it very much. Next, we discussed sexual topics and went for a walk at 3 am. She asked me to pick her up and walk back to the room. As I picked her up, I got a boner, and she felt it. I took her all the way back to our room, placed her on the bed, and we cuddled. I put my hand inside her top and could feel her bra, but just caressed her navel. I could feel her breathing while feeling the softness of her skin. She was making me go mad. I did not kiss her. I knew she wanted it. Both of us wanted it. But I held on, and it was a fight of who would give in first. With that, the desire was just exploding. But she controlled herself, and I wanted to test her desire and control. Also, I am someone who feels I should not force a girl at any cost. So we slept off. The next day, I felt her being more comfortable with me. I knew today was my day. As we settled in for the night, we drank to celebrate the end of the trip and danced like crazy for some songs. We went to bed and then cuddled just like yesterday. During this, I purposefully let my hot breath hit her neck. I knew she gets aroused by that. At once, our faces were so close. We were looking into each other’s eyes. Again, nobody wanted to give in. I knew this was the last day and asked her, “Can I kiss you?” She was waiting for something from me. (So, being such a beautiful girl, there has always been so much attention from boys, and she got what she wanted very easily. If a boy was trying to hit on her, he did not wait so long for a kiss. It was different for her. There was someone testing her patience.) She did not say yes but kissed me. We kissed for maybe an hour. The longing and hunger of seven days were in that kiss. I hugged her tightly, feeling her breasts press against my chest until she screamed with pain. I released her and pressed her breasts over her top, removing it in a second. I then kept my palms over her breasts over her pink bra and gave them a tight squeeze. She asked me with her eyes, “Do you want them?” I was like, “Hell yeah.” I saw them for the first time in my life, having fantasized about how they would look for 2 years. Not too big or too small – just the right size with the right-sized areolas of a brownish-pink color. I brought all that hunger at once to her boobs. I sucked on them like a baby, pulled them using my lips, and gave small, sharp bites using my teeth. She was moaning and arching her back, pushing her breasts into my mouth. I took her left breast in my mouth and the right in my hands. I mauled her boobs and tried to take them completely inside my mouth. Then, I used my teeth to do something with her nipples (not biting), which made her go mad. She was surprised and asked, “Where did you learn that?” Frankly, I don’t know why I did it; it just came naturally. I knew she wanted more.