My Abhilasha My First Love
Hey guys. My first time in Indian Sex Stories. My name is Jaggs. This story happened in 2 years back. I did my studies abroad. My parents took me there. We had a flat for ourselves. At first, It was hard for me to cope up. Then after the years, I was really attached to the surrounding. Then one of my mom’s colleague’s friend came and she was there for a job interview. Her name was Abhilasha. Her parents were from india. She was wheatish complexion Dubai raised Punjabi girl. She had with 36d round big boobs, with her swaggy round ass. She had a curvy and fatty stomach. She was also staying with us. One room was taken by her. My dad was usually out for the meeting. While my mom came home every night at 11 pm. The cooking was all done by me. Abhilasha had applied for a beautician job. So, she used to dress in a very hot way. Her dress was all tight. At home most to the time, it was tight leggings and loose baniyans. Her cleavage was awesome with her dark wheatish skin between. I used to love staring at them, my dick raised. We befriended quite in a while. I used to be home by 3 and she would be home by 4. She was appointed as head of the saloon quite soon because she knew how to stand out. If you know what I mean. She was a lovely person. Whenever I got bored I would go out for a movie with her. I didn’t know she was married until one day it came up while we were talking. I was amazed. She was married for 3 years no kids. She came here also for a relief. I used to take her out for her to know the place well. Soon we were quite open. My mom also loved her. We used to cook together. She was so nice in the apron. I always felt an attraction to her. Our relationship later progressed from there. We used to talk about her work. There was some girl trying to make her look bad. One day the girl had stolen some money blamed it on her. That day she came back crying. I consoled her. But at night I found her sobbing. I went to her and consoled her. She slumped on to me, crying on my shoulder. My mom had seen her as a sister. Together they proved the culprit was the other girl. She was happy. But she resigned job due to it being hard to work there. She was broken. Didn’t leave the house. As my vacation started, I stayed with her. I could see her crying every day. I took as my mission to get her up. I took her out. Visited many places. Helped her with job chasing. We were getting much closer to each other. Took her for ice cream. I tried making her smile. And at last, she had to lose that depressed mindset. One day we were going out. One of the couples were kissing inside the lift as we opened it. We were amazed. As soon as they saw us. They separated. That day was different for both of us. We didn’t talk much. Went for shopping came back. When we’re in the lift. We both were sweating even though the fan was on. Then while we had dinner, before mom came, we talked about it. That’s how I knew she was an open person. She used to tell me about her husband. They both could not get along. They were separated and wanted a divorce. He was such a tool. Used to hit her when drunk. Her mother in law wanted her to have a kid. She ran way there. I consoled her. I used to make her really laugh. I used to tell nonveg jokes to her. Used to watch sexy movies with her. She used to chat with her husband through my laptop. Then one of time when I was watching TV with her, suddenly a sex scene came I changed the channel to avoid the awkwardness. She asked me why I changed. I see more of these things every day. I knew the cat was out of the bag didn’t wanna argue with her. So I told her only when I feel somethings are too hot for me. Then she asked about my girlfriends. I told I had none. I always wanted some teacher because they are hot and was busty. She was completely flirting with me. She told me I should ask someone out. They will agree. I told I can’t like the awkward feel. We chatted a lot more. Cooked together. While we became childish playing with food. Curry water. It was fun. Then after the dinner when she was doing some work on the table, she saw me staring at her breasts. She asked whether I find her busty? I told, “Yeah.” There was some problem with her computer. I fixed it. As I was typing, my elbow pressed against her boobs. I sat down near. We had come near each together. After it got fixed she thanked me. But then she started to kiss me. Told me to show her what I feel for her. I was taken aback. I told her she was married. She told me to forget about that fucker. I want some young blood. Besides no one will know. We both had to stop as my mom had come home. Even I could not look her eye to eye after that incident. Not talking to her under the same roof made me crazy. I finally decided to confront her. One day I went to her in the kitchen. Asked her sorry for not talking to you. She told its okay. She knew I felt scared suddenly. She also didn’t want it to repeat as she didn’t want to cheat her husband. And we agreed we would be friends. But as she walked by caught her hand. And I kissed her forcefully. But her resistance was not much. She soon reciprocated feeling for me too her our tongue mixed up rolled over. She was a good kisser. I could tell that our kiss was passionate. Our head turned to sides. My hands were on her navel pressing it hard. I pushed her to the wall. And licked right corners of the lips then lined her lower lips with my tongue to the left corner. My hands squeezed her navel. She was wearing a white shirt tucked in her small tight shorts that barely covered her thighs. I started to unbutton her shirt. While tongue rolled out moving down kissing her chin. Licking it. Then I started to suck on her neck while she gasped for breath. Her breath with deep intakes and breathing out air while in pleasure. My hands rubbed her thighs. While my other hand was rubbing her shorts in between her legs. My hands with all my fingers straightened.