I stay in Germany. My fiancΓ©' stays in India. So, when our families pressured me to be in India for my fiancΓ©'s cousin's wedding, we both thought it might be a good opportunity to spend time with each other.
We got engaged during my last Diwali trip and since then we have grown on each other. We shared stories from our childhood, school, college. We even shared every desire that filled our mind and discussed every aspect of our life in the last year. Though the relation was going great, nothing can fill the void created due to physical absence. We had shown and seen multiple things on these video calls and had become desperate to feel each other firsthand.
For her cousin's wedding, I wore a 5pc tuxedo styled suit. She was dressed in a magenta colored lehenga. She was covered in jewelry from toe to head.
At the wedding, in the end, at the photo booth, we clicked a few images in the photographer's camera for the family. Then, I slipped the photographer a 500rs note and he clicked us in intimate poses on our personal phones. This was our third day together and by now we had already kissed each other multiple times. We were happy but we ached for more.
While returning home from the wedding, she asked if I wasn't tired, had time and wanted to come up. Only an idiot would say no to such an offer. Her parents were out of town for another relative's wedding who were closer in relation compared to the wedding we had just attended. I was driving her dad's car, and she had this habit of putting her legs on the dashboard. Her skirt from its own weight had slid down her legs. I loved her mehndi clad feet. They looked stunning and I wanted to see more so I pulled her skirt down a bit. The mehndi was applied just below her calves and now I wanted more.
I began to rub her naked lower legs. She did not stop me, so I went deeper into her lehenga. I reached into her panties and began pulling them down. She was more than happy to remove them for me. I sniffed them a bit. Then she took my hand and put it in her blouse. Her blouse. She had covered it with a dupatta but when we were alone, she was purposely uncovering her cleavage which was deep and juicy to tease me. I so much wanted to bury my face in it or maybe see my dick being rubbed in between them. I kept squeezing her juicy melons and listening to her breath getting heavy. My dick was full hard from just her heavy breathing and moaning sounds. I kept going on until she stopped me since we were out of expressway and in her house lane now.
At her house, she asked me to wait in the living room. Then few seconds later, she came back and asked, "I thought we can make out as if we are already married! I mean our clothes are just a step below what we might be wearing on our first night."