It started when I was very young. As far as I can remember I was a social misfit. Not that I hated people, or had much complaints about living in society. The simple fact was I could not accept all of society's dicta lying down. Ever since I was a kid I felt revitalized whenever I got away from the evils of social excesses and affectations. For me life was lived under an open sky, roaming the countryside, getting soaked in the rains, or staring at the stars blinking on a moonless night. Being a tour guide provided me the scope to do just that. But recently I realised another dimension to the wild experience. It happened when I accompanied a group of young women on a trip to the lower Himalayas.
We came together at Manali on a sunny October morning. Four friends comprised the group. I could not miss Priyanka, an exotic woman with dark, sleek tresses and fair skin. It was she who had insisted on the most experienced guide that my employer had. Shabnam and Vinutha both appeared to be in their early thirties. But it was Rimjhim, with angelic features who really caught my eye. Clad in a silk shirt of ethnic origin over a pair of faded jeans, her figure was slim. A smile visited her soft face every now and then. The wind played truant with her auburn hair, which she kept arranging with her delicate hands. She could not be older than twenty-five, I surmised. On the way from Manali to Naggar, I got to know more. All of them were professionals, residing in the same flat in New Delhi. They shared a love of the outdoors, going out on treks from time to time.
When we reached our campsite in Naggar, it was evening. It did not take long for the girls to get settled. Priyanka had to call her mom and headed for a call booth. Shabnam and Vinutha spent more time between themselves, and Rimjhim fresh from her bath engaged me in a chat. She was a charmer, bubbling with life. Best of all, she had a cool sense of humour. She wanted to know whether the sale of condoms soared during the trekking season. In a low conspiring voice she queried if I would care to join her in finishing off a few pegs. I said that I needed some time to freshen up. When I went over to her cabin Rimjhim in a tight peach vest and a pair of light gray parallels, asked me to excuse her casual attire. I could not help noticing how her clothes clung to her figure. From her haversack she got out a flask and started pouring its content into two plastic cups. From the colour I knew it must be rum. The conversation was easy. She asked me to call her Rim just as her friends called her. I could know about her penchant for music and dance. Working for an advertising firm she was fond of the good life that included boozing with her friends. By the time several pegs were downed she grew warmer. She confided about some broken relationships, which had made her a free spirit. In a sly tone she divulged that Shabnam and Vinutha were intimate companions. They worked in an NGO that, she quipped, did not have gay rights in its agenda. Saying that she felt like unwinding, she climbed on her bed and eased her back onto the nearby wall. I was beginning to enjoy my drink, when she said that she was feeling sleepy.
A goodnight kiss was all that she demanded. However when I went close to her face she grabbed my head and locked her lips on mine. It was minutes before I could break the spell. With a mischievous grin Rim implored that she really needed some tender loving care. Her hands were all over my face and shoulders drawing us closer. Sitting upright on the bed she pushed me onto my back, removing my shirt and unpeeling my trousers in no time. Squatting over my chest she removed her vest providing a close look of her budding boobs. They were fair, with soft pink nipples, which reminded me of baby skin. My hands went towards them as if guided by some hidden force. As I cupped the twin mounds I learnt how firm and shapely a young womans boobs could be. Caressing them with affection I kissed each nipple and then took them in my mouth. I sucked them lovingly for a long time. Saying that she wanted more, she stripped off her parallels. She was not wearing panties. The lips of her pouting pussy, recently shaved, looked smooth and delicate. With her small hands she tugged at the elastic of my Jockey in impatience. When my cock appeared straight and thick, a smile lit up her face.
I could have no complaints for she knew how to do a man right. Gripping the hardening flesh with her dainty fingers, she first made quick licks on its head, then slowly took the crown inside her mouth. It was pure pleasure for me. While my cock settled inside her mouth, her saliva flowed onto it and she started to massage its length with a talented hand. With her other hand she rubbed my thighs and at times pressed my balls. I knew that despite the rum that I had consumed, I would not last long. She seemed to be in a rush and speeded up her movements. From her throat came out sounds which resembled no human speech. It was as if she had transformed into an animal. Lost in her own world, her head bobbed up and down, her small mouth stretched by my massive erection. From deep inside me I could feel the rush of my juice as it tore through my loins and filled her mouth. The poor thing could not swallow the copious outpouring and globs of it spilled out of her mouth. I was amazed when she used the half-erect cock like a lipstick, applying the drops of man-juice across her lips and cheeks. What a woman, I thought.
