The Wet T-Shirt – Part 2 – An Indian Sex Story

The Wet T-Shirt – Part 2 – An Indian Sex Story
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Submit Report This story is part of the The Wet T-Shirt – Indian Sex Story series I looked around and saw that there was no cab to be seen anywhere. I looked at Anish and got onto his bike. It wasn’t the first time that I was sitting on Anish’s bike but it felt different that day with both of us completely wet. With every drop falling on made me wetter and every time Anish applied the brake brought us closer, my body touching his. My mind started churning out all dirty thoughts. I held Anish by his waist as I needed support. The rain has not reduced even a bit and it was difficult to hold the umbrella on the moving bike. We both were directly exposed to the rain and by now it had drenched us completely. The flowing water started creating tingling sensations in my body. As the water flowed through my pussy, it passed a current through my body. My thong could not defend the pussy against the flowing water. I pressed Anish’s waist in reaction. he didn’t look perturbed. To avoid the water hitting my face directly, I had lowered my head and placed it on Anish’s back. With the passage of each current within my body by the water flowing through my pussy, I pressed Anish’s waist. Amidst all this chaos, I started feeling horny. I started licking the water of my lips and enjoyed the sensations created by the water around my pussy. I didn’t realize that I was pressing Anish’s waist all this time until the bike came to a halt. I lifted my head to see that we had reached our destination. I got down from the bike and was expecting Anish to park the bike. “Ok Diya, I gotta go. I don’t think this rain is going to stop anytime soon.” “But how will you go in this rain. Just come in, stay for a while and then you can leave” I said “No. it is okay. It is better if I leave,” he said. “Anish. No. I can’t let you go in this rain. Just come in. It is ok, there’s nobody home” Anish thought for a second and parked his bike. We reached the door and I unlocked it letting him in. I closed the door from inside and started walking in when….. He pinned me to the wall and held both my hands above my head. My heart had started pounding harder than ever with his face being so close to me. Sensations started flowing through my body as his breath started touching my face. He kept staring into my eyes without saying a word and I was standing there terrified. I tried freeing my hands from his but he didn’t let me. He held my both hands with his left hand firmly and freed his right hand. Before I could wonder what he is up to, he placed his right hand on my right breast and squeezed it. My Tee was so wet that it felt like he squeezed my naked breast. That touch sent a current between my legs making me trip my thighs. Anish had read it through my eyes as he bent a little, moved forward and kissed my neck. He started sucking the water off my neck and his right hand continued fondling my breast. My nipple had started to get hard as his palm rubbed against it. My body was shivering with all the wet clothes and Anish’s touches. He continued sucking my neck moving my wet hair back. He sucked my left ear and then my cheek. He slowly moved onto my lips. As he touched my lips with his, I felt a shiver in my whole body; a strange feeling emerged between my legs. This was the first time somebody was touching me so sensuously. I was getting excited like never before but deep inside I knew it was wrong. Even though I liked Anish, it was wrong to get intimate with him. I never thought that this situation would arise. I never thought that Anish and I would get intimate in my own house at the back of my husband. Nevertheless, I wanted Anish. I wanted him to touch me, kiss me, fondle my whole body, hug me and also to fuck my virgin pussy. As he touched my lips with his, the wife in me took over and pushed him away. I walked away from him, inside the bedroom as fast as I could. I walked straight into the bedroom while my body kept pulling me behind. Anish’s touches had excited me enough and my pussy was wet not only from the rain but also with my juices. I knew it was wrong, I was afraid Anish will think wrong of me. My mind also wondered what if my drunkard of a husband comes to know of this. But my body was still shivering from his touches, it wanted me to run back to him, hug him tight and let him exploit my whole body. Every part of my body wanted Anish’s hands on them. My body was fighting with my mind as I sat on my bed. A thunder outside brought me back to senses and I realized that Anish was still in the living room. I grabbed a towel and went to him. He was standing at the window looking at the room; he sensed me coming and turned around. I didn’t look him in his eyes and stretched my hand with the towel.He neglected the towel and pulled me towards him by the wrist. The towel fell on the floor and me in his arms. Our wet bodies hugged each sending shocks of current through my body. My mind wanted to free myself but my hands were in no mood to listen to it, they embraced Anish locking us in the hug. Anish’s hands started to rub my back over the wet tee. His hands explored from neck till the waist on my back. At one point, he stopped his hands where my tee ended and started pulling them up beneath the wet fabric. As his hands touched my bare skin, my body took control over my mind. I had crossed the line; I no more wanted to revert back. I just wanted his hands to keep moving up on my bare skin which they did. As they reached my bra, he unhooked it in a jiffy and started rubbing my whole back. It gave warmth not only to my back but to my whole wet body. Letting out a small moan I hugged him tighter. Anish heard it and stopped his hands but I didn’t want him to. He moved his hands and held my face releasing me from the hug. As I raised my eyes to look at him, he kissed me.His lips started rubbing against mine.

I opened my lips a little letting him suck them. He sucked my lower lip and pulled it as far as he can into his mouth. His tongue started entering my mouth, I let it enter. It touched my tongue and they both started licking each other.We were lip locked with both of our tongues exploring each other. His tongue was encircling my tongue; our salivas got mixed and were making sloppy sounds between the tongues. His hands again started exploring my back with in the wet tee. I had closed my eyes long back and was in another world enjoying his tongue in my mouth. It was almost years that somebody had kissed me so passionately. I had been married for 6 months now but my husband and I never got intimate till now. Only on the first night of our arranged marriage did I come to know of his drinking habit when he came into the room drunk and crashed into the bed. Since then he came home drunk every time. The farther we went in intimacy is a sloppy kiss and he sucking my boobs. I never got aroused with him. Friends, you are enjoying this erotic Indian sex story on DesiTales dot com But Anish was different; he had aroused me beyond words just by his touches. I was no more in control of myself. I had lost myself in his kiss. He knew that and he was also in no mood to stop. His hand reached the end of my waist and moved onto my ass over my leggings. They stopped on my ass cheeks and started squeezing them. I jolted and my lower body moved further completely embracing Anish’s groin. His hard dick was rubbing against the area below my navel. His hands kept fondling my ass. His hands stopped and one of his fingers went in my ass crack over the wet leggings. It felt as if he is touching my naked ass. He kept rubbing the crack with his finger, sending jolts and jolts of currents as it moved over my ass hole. Anish moved his hands up and inserted them inside my leggings and started rubbing his finger against my bare ass crack. The thong that I was wearing could barely cover my ass crack. His finger tip stopped at my ass hole and started encircling it. I jolted again, my pussy contracted and I had my first orgasm for that day. I was short of breath; I broke the kiss, took a long breath and rested my head on his shoulder, surrendering myself completely to Anish. He had made me orgasm without even touching my pussy. He understood from my heavy breathing that I had an orgasm and removed his hands from my leggings. He hugged me tight planting a kiss on my neck. As if he knew that I was going weak in my knees, he took me to the sofa beside and made me sit. He was standing in front of me with the tent in his pant right in front of my face. I looked at him and gave a sly smile. He bent towards me and held the edges of my wet tee at my waist lifting it up. I lifted my hands involuntarily. The wet T shirt had almost parted from my body till the neck, revealing my 34D boobs and the lacy white bra, when we heard a sound. It was the doorbell. My heart had stopped beating. Anish released the grip of my tee. I pulled it back to its proper position and stood up frightened. Who could it be? Has my husband also come back because of rain? What if it is indeed him? Coming from a reserved family, I could not afford to be caught with another man in my house. I will be termed a slut and will be disowned by my husband and my own family. My heart started beating at the highest speed ever. Anish was standing still in a shocked position. He could sense the fear looking at my face. He just kept staring at me. The bell rang again. I realized I had to face it. I lifted the towel and spread it across my shoulder covering my wet T-shirt and walked towards the door. To be continued… AK. [email protected] Any kind of feedback would be highly appreciated.