Mysore sex in a car
Hi all! This is Aakash. Here I am all set to share my experience in Mysore. Note: All names, dates and chronology of the events in this story have been changed to protect the identity of all the people involved. The story is about my beautiful and gorgeous friend Rashmi. A drop dead gorgeous coorgi female with lots of flesh, in all the right places. She turned 18 this April. She is a perfect, all flirty and with cares a damn attitude. Once I complimented her that she has a nice figure and a great taste of clothes to flaunt it. She told me right on face “Aakash, I believe in simple logic IF YOU GOT IT FLAUNT IT” and I was like wow this gal has just the right attitude and at the right age. She is around 5’4” and her huge boobs are always what makes ones eye glued to her – her vitals are 34d-28-35. I always wonder what these co orgies eat to get bodies like that. It’s not just their bodies but also their sexual urge. She has long silky hair usually tied up on her head. She wears both western as well as ethnic salwars but those tight fit ones. Her dresses always reveal that peek show of her cleavage which would give any guy an instant hard on. Just imagine with those melons how could anyone hide them and she never needed to that was my girl. I met her through a common friend. She is in 2nd up now. I always used to take her for a drive in my car as well as on my bike which she always enjoyed and of-course me too. I had kissed her many a times and it was just like we were buddies that are why. This particular incident with her was my first encounter with her in terms relating to sex and physical desires though they had always been primary topics in our discussion again only in our discussions. That day Rashmi was feeling too pepped up and called me over for an ice-cream. She had worn a short tight kurta and hip-hugger jeans that accented the firm mounds of her breasts and showed her cute ass to its full advantage. As we sat with two cones in our hands she gave me a wink and started licking her cone in the most sensual way. As she licked it again I asked her matter was and how come she’s being so flirty. She just smiled and took a huge bite from my cone and looked down my pants. I was already rock hard in my pants and the bulge was evident. As we sat there in the public the fear of being watched over was all over my face and I was time and again looking around to check if anyone was watching us. She suddenly slid her hands on mine and started tickling them with her nails. I was like what is she up to and she was like sit back and enjoy. I was just getting hotter by the moment and I presume the heat might have melted the ice-cream I was having. Just then some of the ice-cream in her hand dripped on her kurta right over her left breast. She sprang up to get a glass of water and asked me for a handkerchief. In this frenzy she had already slopped both her hands in the ice-cream. She asked me to wet the handkerchief and wipe of the ice-cream. I gladly accepted and as I was wiping it off she asked me to do it thoroughly as it was her favorite kurta and she wouldn’t want to soil it with the stupid ice-cream. I was still very unclear of her views and I wouldn’t have dared do anything stupid in the public. She was teasing me like hell and she was largely succeeding in the same. We soon left the place. As we drove towards the ring road, it was already getting dark and we were just talking normal as if nothing had happened. But my mind was still running amok with wild thoughts of Rashmi. Rashmi looked at me in the most seducing manner and asked me if I was thinking about her. I said nothing but she understood well what I was thinking and just opened two of her front hooks to give me a full view of her bountiful cleavage. It was getting hard for me to concentrate on the road and I stopped the car in a secluded lane near airport. As we stopped she leaned toward me and whispered, “What does watching me like this do to you? Does it get you excited?” I was at loss of all words as my mind was all aflutter with wild thoughts of banging Rash. As she leaned, here huge boobs touched my arms. Rashmi’s touch was like electricity. My cock had been hard before, but now it stretched even further out, swelling like I had never had it do before. Barely able to catch my breath, I answered, “Yeah, I get a hard-on.” “You’re hard right now?” she whispered. Without waiting for an answer, she moved her hand between my thighs right up to where it covered the hard shaft of my cock. She rubbed my bulge I asked her, “What do YOU do when you get horny?” She laughed softly and answered, “I use my hand and relieve myself. How do you do it? I laughed along with her and said nothing. Still leaning against me, Rashmi said, “Do you need me?” “Oh, God, YES! I’m practically dying. How about you?” “In the very worst sort of way,” Rashmi whispered. “Do you think maybe?” I had no more than gotten the words out than Rashmi had her hands at her waist unbuttoning her jeans and pushing them down to where they were around her knees. Even in the dim light I could see her push a pair of panties down to join the jeans. Having bared herself for action, she leaned back against the seat and spread her legs apart. Immediately one of her hands was inserted between her thighs, up into the darker shadow I could see there at their juncture. She soon had her hand in motion, and a sigh of pleasure came from her lips. She was still teasing me but what the heck in this way naah. Seeing her behave in such a lewd and open manner made me hornier than I had ever been in my life and I soon had my jeans and underwear down to my knees just like her. My cock sprang up tall, bumping against the steering wheel. Rashmi must have been watching me as I had watched her because I heard a gasp from her as my dick stood rigidly, quivering slightly. “God, Aakash, your penis is so big and hard.