The Fuck Buddy From Kerala
Hi guys, this is not actually a story. It’s an incident that happened in my life. Her name is Nishina and she’s from a typical orthodox Muslim background. She belonged to a reputed family in Kerala. We studied together till 12th std but after that, she changed her school. She was a very traditional girl during school. She always wore her ‘thattam’ In class and it was a pleasure to watch her adjusting the ‘thattam’. After 12th we were not in contact for 2 years. When I met her again she was doing her UG in Coimbatore. She had changed by that time. Living at her auntie’s place without her mother’s control changed her. She colored her hair, started wearing tight-fitting tops and slim jeans. I was really shocked seeing her for the first time after all these years. Her perfectly curved (or rather carved) body was a beauty to watch. We talked for some time and exchanged numbers. We started texting on the phone. My mind was constantly longing to see her naked body. I wanted to touch her and play with her perfectly shaped boobies. So during the chats, I would intentionally talk to her about sex-related topics or movies. She would either avoid the chat or she would change the topic. So I thought she was still the traditional girl inside. It did not take long for me to find out that she had a slutty side. Once our conversation landed on couples. We were discussing one famous couple during the old days. She was talking about that girl. “I saw Pallavi wandering around with another boy.” And I was like it’s common to have multiple boyfriends for a girl like her.” And then Nish was like, “Ya lucky girl.” I asked her why. So she said, “Not every boy is similar. They are all different in touches, the way they look at you, etc.” So I asked how many have touched her. Her reply was shocking. As a reply, she asked me a question, “Touched where?” So now I understood that she’s not as traditional as she looked like. From that day onwards, our chats moved from touches to boobs to her ex-boyfriends. And to the number of times, she has slid down her panty for boys in her college and surroundings. I enjoyed listening to her stories of her being fucked by different people. I used to masturbate daily hearing those stories. We used to call over the phone every day. I used to share my fantasies and she used to tell her stories. Kind of a sex chat. I really wanted to meet her. But whenever I asked her she would decline. One day I decided to give her a surprise. I had some work in Coimbatore. But I didn’t tell that to her. So after finishing my work, I got on the train that she travels usually. This is the last train towards Palakkad and usually, it’s not very crowded as it runs very late. I saw her sitting on a seat from a distance. Even though I came to give her a surprise, I was the one who was really surprised. She was wearing a saree that day. Their college had a policy that girls should wear saree on every second Friday of the week. I least expected her to travel in a saree. When I was walking toward her I could see her stomach portion through the gap of the saree. It had one flap and it looked sexy. I went near her and sat. That’s when she saw me. She was really surprised. I could read it from her face. There were not many people. Maybe only 10 people would have been there in the whole bogie. I sat next to her. She was expressing her happiness. But my concentration was only those pink lips that were wet by her saliva and shining due to the light. She saw me staring at her lips but didn’t say anything. A cold breeze was hitting our face and it made the evening more romantic. I slowly touched her hand. She did not move. I moved my hand towards her elbow. She adjusted her saree in such a way that I can move my hand up to her shoulder. I looked at her face. She was staring outside as if nothing is happening. I slid my hand inside her saree to touch her bare stomach. She flinched on my touch but still kept staring outside. I moved my hand up to reach her boobs. I pressed her boobs over the blouse. I heard a faint moan from her mouth. I looked at her, she was looking at me. I grabbed her head and planted a kiss on her red juicy lips. And she was an expert in kissing. She sucked my lips and I sucked her tongue. We kept kissing each other. I liked her neck and kept kissing her neck. She was moving her hands all over my shirt. My hands were glued to her boobs. I was pressing it and in the process, it almost came out from her bra. We kept on kissing without minding the surroundings. I moved to her chest. I removed her pallu and started licking down from her neck to her cleavage. I gave a small bite. Ouch, she gave a sound. I then tried to remove her blouse. But she reminded me that it was a train. Even I didn’t want to land into trouble. So I had to control myself by licking and pressing her boobs over her dress. I then took her hand and kept it on my tool over the pants. She looked at me. I could make out that she was asking if I needed a blowjob. Man, she had a slutty look. She lay down on my lap, checked for surroundings. She took my cock out and started to lick it. The cold wind from outside and her hot tongue on my dick was driving me crazy. She was a pro in dick sucking. She took my complete shaft and the balls into her mouth and started licking it one by one. I was in another world. I lifted her saree from the bottom and started caressing her bare thighs. Man, it was really hard to put my hand into the saree. She kept on increasing the speed. She changed position now. She kneeled down on the floor and I was sitting on the seat. She was sucking my dick really hard. I reached for her ass and gave her a really hard slap. She looked at me. But I knew she liked it. She started sucking hard. I held her head and started to and fro motion. I came loads into her mouth. Haaa, it was the best blowjob I had ever got.