Romantic Night with My Friend’s Sister - Part 5
I’m Sohail—a techie who earns well, living life my way in the beautiful city of Bangalore. Storywriting is my hobby, and connecting with my readers is my passion. This is my tale with Nida, my friend’s sister. She felt guilty about her husband in Singapore. I avoided her, hours passing, the room quiet. We sat apart, thinking, her eyes down, my heart heavy, the love feeling broken. I couldn’t bear the silence. I moved closer, sitting beside her, my voice soft, “Nida, seeing you like this breaks me. I need you close.” Her eyes met mine, wet with tears, her face soft. I held her close to me, “I don’t want to see you like this, and let me tell you, I am not here to ruin your marriage. I don’t know, but I love you so much that I can keep my distance from you. You will be happy. This is the moment for me to keep you happy. I am not sure how life is for us after this night, so please be good to me and enjoy this day.” Then I stood up, “Nida, let’s dance.” She looked at me, surprised. “Dance?” she asked, shy. I nodded, “Yes, just us.” She smiled a little, standing up. We moved together, my hands on her waist, her hands on my shoulders, the room quiet. She hugged me tight while we danced, her body warm, her breath on my chest. “Sohail, am I betraying my husband?” she whispered, her eyes wet. I held her closer, my voice soft, “This is your moment, Nida, your happiness. Let’s enjoy it. You’re not leaving him. This is just for us.” She kept quiet. Then she hugged me tighter. Her arms were strong around me, her shyness melting into love. I lifted her in my arms, her body light, and kissed her lips, slow and deep. Her lips were warm, and her hands were on my neck. I put her down, sliding one strap of her blouse off, kissing her shoulder, my lips gentle. I removed her blouse slowly, then her petticoat. She blushed, her hands covering a little, but she didn’t stop me. Kissing her lips again, then her neck, her breath fast, her moans soft, “Sohail.” We did foreplay again, romancing and kissing each part of her body. I love kissing her boobs and navel. They are so tasty and tempting. I leaned close, whispering with a smile, “Nida, can I get one more condom from your bag? This time for actual use, not like last time.” She giggled, “Sohail,” and hugged me tightly. I kissed her lips deeply. I put on the condom and moved over her, kissing her lips slowly. I held my dick and slowly asked are you ready and she replied anything for you. I slowly entered. She cried out, “Sohail, it’s so huge, I can’t,” tears in her eyes, her hands gripping me. I held her face, “I’ll go slow, Nida.” I pushed in a while, kissing her lips deep, inch by inch. Her warmth wrapped me, her breath fast, her body trembling, my hardness filling her. The moment was intense, her moans mixing with cries, “Oh, Sohail, so big.” I moved deeper until I was fully inside. Then she turned wild, her hands pulling me closer, her hips moving with mine. “Sohail, yes, mmm,” she moans loudly. We stayed in the missionary, my body on hers, her legs around me, our rhythm fast, her boobs bouncing, “Sohail, harder, I love you,” her voice hot, her nails on my back. I’m fucking her by sucking her boobs, biting her nipples. Nida, you are my fucking angel. This is so fucking heaven. she replied. Then better I show you complete heaven. She pushed me down, climbing on top, cowgirl style, her hips dancing my dick, her hands on my chest, “Sohail, oh, so good.” Her moans are wild. She is fantastic. She is moaning and driving me. Her boobs are bouncing, and treat to watch. I held her neck and pulled her to me to kiss her lips. Every time it was so fucking new. We turned, spooning my body behind hers. My arm around her, entering her again, slow and deep, her back against my chest, “Sohail, I feel you so much,” she moaned softly, “Oh, mmm,” I kissed her neck, my hand on her stomach. My hands on her thighs, going faster, “Nida, I love you,” I said. Her moans were wild, “Sohail, I love you, don’t stop,” her body shaking, her breath hot. We finished together, her body trembling, her moan loud, “Sohail, oh,” my heart full, her arms around me, “ you are my man.” We lay there, holding each other, the blanket over us, our love complete, resting in each other’s arms. After our love, Nida’s glow grew. “Sohail, I feel so alive,” she whispered, shy but happy. An hour passed, and then I kissed her tummy. It is extremely flat, with no fat. I kissed her stomach by holding both her boobs, licking each inch of her skin. She is making me crazy. I looked at her and asked, “Ready again?” She giggled shyly, “Someone’s already ready, round two, huh?” Her tone was playful. I laughed, “How can I miss this opportunity?” Her boobs showed love bites, red marks from my kisses, and my chest had her love bites. My back had her scratches, signs of our wild love. I kissed her neck, my lips hot, her moans soft, “Mmm, Sohail,” We moved, her on all fours, doggy style. My hands on her hips, entering her slowly. Her moans were loud, “Oh, Sohail, yes.” Her body rocked with mine, and quickly I fucked her deep hard. She was moaning. Her ass is appealing, and it’s so beautiful with similar fairness. I continued fucking her and caressing her back. I couldn’t control myself more. So I kissed her ass she was moaning must be her turning point. Then I kissed her whole back and took time to put my lips on every inch of her body. Then I lifted her, pressing her against the wall. Her legs around me, my hands holding her, thrusting fast, her back against the wall, “Sohail, you are awesome. Come on, make your love happy.” While fucking her on the wall, I became wild and started biting her boobs. She was still pressing my head against her boobs. We kiss so romantically and wildly that I’m about to cum.