Sex Before Love, Love After Sex
Hey guys, Rohit back here almost after a gap of about 2 years with a story of my love after sex with a cute girl. I got busy with Bangalore life and work. Hence the long absence. I hope the readers and the authors are keeping good in these difficult and trying times. So here I am, back with my next story about sexy lovemaking . I am about to narrate a real-life story that happened in 2019 in my hometown Kolkata. The year 2019 started with some downs. I was nurturing a break-up but was also keeping myself busy in other possible ways. Months went by, and life, work got the better of me and kept me busy. But it kept me dry down there as well. I could have still done it with my ex, but I didn’t want to. I wanted newness in my life as I greatly believe the proverb ‘Let bygones be bygones.’ So there I was in the middle of something when I received a text message on FB messenger. It was from Sanchita. She was my college junior though I was not very acquainted. She joined after I had already passed out. She had completed her Master’s and was looking for a job. Hence the text for some guidance. Before replying, I did a quick profile check, and boy, oh boy, she was pretty. Her pictures had me glued to the phone screen. I decided that I have to make the conversation last long. The conversation started, and it did last long (I am good at this). One talk led to another, and soon we were sharing WhatsApp messages and video calls. She was single, and I was all the more eager to go down on her. We had already started talking dirty over the video calls. I did get quite a few chances of ‘peek a boo’ (maybe those were intentional). Through our conversations over 6 months now, we have gotten to know each other a little more. I won’t bore you with those details. Rather I will straight away come to our first meet. It was Durga Puja, and we decided to meet on one of the days. Things went as per our plan on the D-day. We did have a nice time going out for lunch and pandal hopping. And surely it goes without saying that I was checking her out. She came wearing a perfect ethnic dress of salwar kameez, which nicely hugged her at the right places and flaunted her curves. She must have been having 34 sized boobs. The curves were perfect at the right places, be it behind or the side. Her pictures didn’t do justice to her as she was much more beautiful in reality. My little brother started giving me hints that it wants to come out and feel the touch of her hands and lips. But I knew that wouldn’t be an easy task. I have to carefully move forward, watching every step I take so that I can finally get her to ride me. I had to fast also as I had just 6 days left before I return. Honestly, I was in no mood to return with dry hands. Before we parted ways that day, we hugged each other. Ah, that feeling when her soft boobs pressed against my chest. I had to adjust my dick and standing posture with great difficulty. The moment I returned home, I ran to the washroom to satisfy my little brother. I promised him the next time it won’t be my hands for sure. We had already developed some affection towards each other, and the time had come to build on that. Time was flying by, and I had to do something. So with my fingers crossed, I sent her a text after Vijayadashami. “Hey, wassup?” “Nothing much, a bit down as now the Pujas are over, and another one year we have to wait” “Yea, true. Are we meeting tomorrow?” “Yea, definitely. But where are we going?” Now was the time for me to take the chance and gamble. “We’ll go to an OYO. I will book it till evening.” *Wait. What? No, no, I am not going. It is too early.” I understood that I need to sweet-talk her and give her confidence and comfort. So I started being all kinds of romantic and lovey-dovey stuff and finally changed her mind. I had already booked an OYO. I picked her up and went straight there. The check-in was smooth, and the room was nice and cozy. “So, do you like it?” “Yea, it is good.” She seemed a bit down. Maybe she was still not sure about what was about to happen. But I knew I would surely cheer her up and clear her mind. I knew my strengths, and I knew the basics. I made her feel comfortable, and we discussed many things which we didn’t discuss over video calls or normal phone calls. I sat there hugging her from the back. Occasionally landed small pecks on her cheek and forehead and watched her speak and smile. She was a real beauty with her smile, and her eyes were dreamy. She was wearing a shirt and jeans today. I just couldn’t wait for my hands to go inside them. Enough of lovey-dovey talks, I thought and ran my fingers down her cleavage. She gave me a look – that look which makes you confused for a split second whether to carry on or leave. But I trusted my instincts and landed a small peck on her lips. She gave a smile, and that was enough for me to understand that she was ready. I didn’t take my fingers from her somewhat exposed cleavage and slowly started to unbutton her shirt. She laid back on me, and we smooched. Our lips were locked, and our tongues enjoyed the taste of each other. I ran my fingers slowly from her cleavage to her wonderful round hooters. I kissed her around the neck and bit her ear slowly. I could feel that her nipples were already erect, and she was breathing heavily. She ran her fingers through my hair and pressed my head so that the smooch didn’t break. She was losing control over her body with every stroke of my lips against hers and was breathing heavily. I started pressing her boobs from over her bra (as I had already swiftly unbuttoned her shirt) and caressing them. She let out a soft moan and smooched me harder. My hands went inside her bra and were on her raw flesh. I lifted her bra from below to get a firm grip on her melons and started squeezing them and nipples harder. She kept on moaning and broke the smooch.