Sultriness: My Beloved Bong Bhabhi Mita
Hi friends, so this is the story of how I had my Bong sunshine for myself. So to give an idea, this all started in my hometown in Bhubaneswar, in 2012. We have a duplex bungalow, and mom suggested dad put the first-floor place on rent. We got a few bachelors, but mom was only interested in renting to a couple. Finally, a married guy mentioned his interest, and we happily accepted him. Those days, I was a student at IIT Kanpur and rarely visited home. I had only seen the husband, who was a 6 feet high, 110 kilos guy. But one day, I was in the drawing room, and the wife came in with the rent. Her words were, “Excuse Me”, and she sounded like a koel bird. I turned to see her – and had my first look at a ray of sunshine, my Mita bhabhi. Her gorgeous appearance, complete in her milk-white complexion, full-scale boobs and rounded well sculpted facial expression and I developed an instant crush on her. I didn’t speak to her except point her at my mom. She gave a sweet and adorable smile as I left. She looked like a total Bong bomb, and I wanted it. But as a nerd, I was too scared to even approach her. We had a few conversations, but nothing intimate. She sent me a friend request on facebook, and I spent many nights imagining myself losing over her delicious body. This continued for a couple of years until I left India for Dubai in 2013. While I was there, we moved from Facebook to Whatsapp, and would often text. The real fun started when I was at the beach one day. She asked me to send her a pic of mine. I sent one, and she said, “Dhat, ye kya hai. Beach mein full clothes kaun pehenta hai”. I then took off my shirt and jeans, and sent her a pic in my bermuda underneath. I have a well-toned (no abs, but zero fat) body from having to work in the heat, and I am pretty proud of it too. So then I sent her a pic of me at the beach in my bermuda. I was not wearing any underwear, and since I had just come out of the sea, my dick outline was visible. I made sure she noticed it. Sure enough, my prayer was answered, when she said, “Tum kafi bade ho gaye ho, mere bachcha.” I knew immediately what she meant, and couldn’t stop smiling in the car, but pretended innocence. She wasn’t saying anything more, but after a couple of texts, she admitted, “I could see your dick baba”. That was the moment I was waiting for. Since then, we started spending the next many months sexting and often thinking of how it would be if we were together. Unfortunately, the presence of her loser husband (whom I was so jealous of) would often ruin my days. Like the time they went to Goa. I fantasized so much about banging her and having been at the beach with her, instead of she with her husband. She told me of her fantasies, dreams, what she enjoys in the bed and everything. She was more of a girlfriend to me than anything. In the meantime, my dumb parents decide to rent the house to another family who was willing to pay more. I was furious, and she didn’t like it either, but what could we do. And so, my bombshell shifted to another place. And then I heard they moved to Kolkata. I was shattered, that I might never get to be with my sunshine again. A couple of years later, I was back in India and in Kolkata. I thought this was a great opportunity for me to have a date with my sweetheart. So I texted her the night before, and we video-called and made plans for the next day. I spoke to my babe for an hour and was still not happy. I wish her damn in-laws would leave her alone so that she could be with me in peace. Anyways, the next morning I got delayed with some work, and my cab was damn slow. So I got late in meeting her at the station like we planned. But like the perfect girlfriend, she was waiting for me. And when she turned to look at me, I had an instant hard-on. Her makeup was minimal and spot on, she was glowing radiant (my nickname for her was ‘sunshine’, like the movie, ‘Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind’). I wanted to make out with her, grab her and kiss her right there in public. Anyways, we both took a rickshaw to a friend’s place of mine, whom I had told to leave the place empty for me. Along the way, I couldn’t stop staring at her full juicy lips, rounded boobs, the perfect amount of fat at the right spots, and the sexy butt. I tried to occasionally nudge my fingers along her body. The journey from the station to the house was one of the longest of my life. When we got in and locked the place, I immediately hugged her. Two seconds later, my lips were on her. Guys, I cannot describe the feeling. It must have been what nectar felt like to a man dying of thirst. Honestly, that remains a perfect 10 kiss that I have been unable to match in all the years. My hands were groping and roving all over her body but I just couldn’t stop myself or pay any attention. My mind had gone numb for a minute, while I had locked my lips with her. After years, my chest was finally touching her boob, although both were covered. And Oh, my god, her fragrance. She smelled like a bouquet of Jasmine. Just wow! The moment I realized that I took off my shirt (I wore no vest) and was bare-chested in front of her. I noticed with pride the way her eyes moved to my body, with a few hairs here and there (I’m not a bear yet). The next time I dragged her hand and pulled her into a kiss, I slid my hands under her salwar. God, her skin was so soft and smooth. Her belly looked as creamy and as soft as a slice of malai (coconut caramel). I just couldn’t stop myself, and then I just grasped the edges of her salwar and slid it over her head. Voila, my dreams of years were finally true, and my angel’s body was mine! After that, I got rid of one layer of her after another. Every bit was as good as I expected. Her chest, even with the bra on, was so luscious. The salwar pants came off next, and her skin was fair as snow.