Lost in Her Curves, Found in Her Moans
Hello, everyone! My name is Aamir. At 27, I built a small clothing business that takes me across India. My weekly travels often land me in Bangalore or Chennai. I’ve learned to appreciate the rhythm of new places and the stories of the people I meet. I had previously connected with a woman named Rubina. Through her, I was introduced to her friend Shreya. Shreya seemed very beautiful to me, probably about the same age as Rubina. She had fair skin, pretty eyes, and pink lips. A curvy body with full round boobs, a flat sexy deep navel, and thick thighs. She was a very attractive woman. We first met at a nearby coffee shop. The three of us had a fun chat, telling stories and laughing. It made everyone feel relaxed. Shreya talked about her marriage. She said her husband’s job is in Pune. He can only come home once a week or sometimes just once every two weeks. She then confided that there was a significant difference in their sexual desires and capabilities. According to Shreya, her sexual drive was quite high. But her husband’s physical capacity in that area was limited. She further explained that Rubina had mentioned me to her. It had sparked her interest and eagerness to meet me in person. Shreya then inquired about scheduling a future encounter. I proposed meeting at the same hotel where I had previously met with Rubina. At eleven o’clock the following morning. I requested she wear a saree without undergarments. This request resulted in her blushing. We subsequently concluded our meeting and parted ways. Shreya arrived at the hotel at 10:30 am, checked in, and waited in anticipation. Sharp at 11:00 am, I reached the hotel and rang the doorbell. On my way to meet Shreya at the hotel, I bought a pack of condoms. I wanted to be safe, and I had a feeling she was planning something passionate. I thought she would be very uninhibited, so I made sure to get them beforehand. Shreya opened the door. She looked stunning. Her green saree looked great and showed her body. You could see her soft chest (no bra) and smooth belly button. She had light makeup, and her perfume smelled like flowers. It blended well with my favourite Calvin Klein cologne, a scent I particularly enjoy. We hugged quickly, and she said my cologne smelled good. Inside, I locked the door so no one would come in. The room was nice, with soft lights and cool air. It felt calm and good. We were quiet for a moment. Shreya looked at my mouth and then my eyes. “Should we?” she asked playfully. I nodded and took a step closer. “I’ll take that as a yes,” I whispered, my breath close to her ear. She held my hand, and her touch felt soft. “Rubina says good things about you,” she said, her eyes shining. “She mentioned you’re very good with your tongue,” she added in a soft, sexy voice. I smiled a little, starting to feel a sense of excitement. “I do have my talent,” I answered. I could see the slight tremble in her hands. “Nervous?” I asked, my voice soft. She nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. “A little,” she admitted. I reached out, cupping her face in my hand. “Don’t be,” I whispered, leaning in to kiss her. Her lips were soft, her breath warm as she kissed me back. I could taste the strawberry lipgloss on her lips. I deepened the kiss, our tongues dancing together. I slowly opened her saree, and I saw her hot, fair body. Her boobs looked soft and big, and the little points were pink and up. I bent down and gently put one in my mouth, sucking and biting softly. She made a soft noise and put her hands in my hair. My hands held her hips gently as I kissed the soft part under her armpit. Shreya shook a little when I touched her there, and she moved her head back a bit as I slowly licked that spot in circles. My hands moved all over her body, touching and caressing every curve and inch of her skin. I kissed down her side, my lips touching the curve of her boobs before going lower. “You feel so good,” I said softly against her skin, my voice low. “You’re so skilled,” she countered, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts. I kissed her sexy, smooth navel on her belly button, thighs, and knees. I looked at her pink clean shaven pussy; it was wet and open, and I could tell she was very turned on. I could smell her excitement. I opened her legs and looked at her wet, pink pussy. I started licking her from down to up and then went around the small clit at the top with my tongue and circled there. “Oh!” she said softly, holding my hair as I put her clit in my mouth and moved my tongue. I took my time. I liked the sounds she made and how her body shook. I licked her, my tongue going inside. She tasted sweet. She said my name, “Aamir.” Her hands squeezed my hair. She moved closer as I sucked harder on her small round clit. “Aamir,” she moaned, moving her hips up and down. I sucked her g-spot into my mouth and moved my tongue on it. She moved a lot, and her moans grew louder: “OMG, yes.” I put one finger inside her and felt how tight she was. I pumped it in and out, curling it to hit her G-spot. “Aamir… oh, oh, oh, I’m almost there,” she breathed heavily, her voice shaking. She shouted out as her body got tight. I felt her squeeze around my finger as she finished, and her fluids splashed on my face. I took it in, holding her hips as she had her orgasm. Her moans filled the room. I licked her clean and smiled at her as she panted, her eyes looking unfocused. “Wow… that was amazing,” she said, out of breath. But I wasn’t done. As her body relaxed, I kept licking and sucking, moving my tongue slowly over her skin. Shreya gasped again, and her body tightened up as she started to have another orgasm. “Oh God, Aamir… please.” I did what she wanted, moving my mouth faster and flicking my tongue quickly. She yelled my name, “Aamir, oh God, right there, I’m coming again!” as she came again.