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My name is Neeraj.
This is a true story of my first sex experience. It happened years back when I was twenty.
I hail from a remote village. My father was a wealthy man. I had the privileges of being born in a wealthy family.
My father was always on tour as he had a business especially exports. I see him hardly two or three days in a month.
My next door girl, Sruthi was a year elder to me. We were friends since childhood.
Her mom was a tailor and her father worked in our paddy fields.
She was always in our house doing household works. We already had an old lady who worked in the kitchen. Sruthi used to help her in her free time. But mostly she came to watch TV.
At that time TV was a luxury and that luxury only had in my house.
Sruthi got married two years back with a guy in our next village.
She has come now for the harvest festival.
I didn't have any experience in sex that time. My only knowledge came from a few books lend from some of my college friends.
When we grew up I had a soft corner for her. I don't know whether it was love. Maybe she was my first crush.
I really felt bad when she was married off. After her marriage only I realized that I missed her so much.
When she came to the village, she visited my house. She has become chubbier, I noticed. Her tits became big. Her body had more curves, her butt jumped out. She was a real sex bomb now.
She came to my room to inform that she is back in the village.
She was wearing a sari. I saw her belly and the curves on the sides. Her blouse was too tight for her boobs and I thought its hooks will break and her tits will be exposed.
She must have noticed my stare. She gave a luscious smile and walked away. I saw the ripples produced on her butt while she walked. I felt pressure between my legs and I saw my rod was hard.
Damn, she is hot.
That evening, my mom went to her mother's place.
"I will be coming back in the morning only. I will tell Sruthi to serve dinner tonight."
I nod absentmindedly.
None of our servants stayed at night. They all go to their respective homes.
After my mom left, Sruthi came home.
She wore a short knee length skirt and a loose top. As she walked her tits bounced inside her top.
There was no one else in the house, just the two of us.
She sat on the chair and started watching TV. I was sitting next to her on the couch.
She lifted her leg and kept the feet on the seat. Her skirt was forced down revealing her thigh.
I am sure she didn't do that on purpose. But I lost my concentration on the program running in the TV.
I was heated up by the sight of her thighs. My cock was hard inside my shorts. It twitched and I kept my hand over the shorts.
I crossed my legs so that she won't see the tent in between my legs. I tried to concentrate on TV but the scene was a steaming bedroom love between the hero and the heroine.
Oh fuck, I was losing all my control.
I wanted to touch her things.
I wanted to kiss her thighs.
She was this close to me. She looked at the bedroom scene in TV. I saw her biting her lips.
I raised my hands and purposely polished her thighs and scratched my hair. She didn't respond. She was all absorbed in the scene.
I put my hands down and kept on her knee cap. Still she didn't move or she pushed my hand away.
There was a steamy lip lock in the movie. I heard her gasping.
I twirled and nibbled very softly on her knees. She seemed unaware.
Seeing her unresponsive stance, I felt bold enough to trail my fingers down her thighs. My fingers were now in the inner side of her thighs gradually moving downwards targeting her precious private sector.
She moaned in a very low voice. Was it the scene in the movie or my fingers, I didn't know. My fingers were almost reaching her cunt; she turned her head and looked at me.
My hand braked there. I was in no position to take my hands off or keep it there.
I couldn't read what was on her face, what emotion she wore, but it wasn't pleasant.
I felt her heat, I saw her breasts raising up and going down fast. I can feel my heart also pumping fast.
What to do, I thought. Should I take off my hand or keep it there as long as she won't say anything or I proceed further.
My throat was dry. It was my first time.
Finally I decided to proceed. I will apologize later. I was desperate to touch her cunt. I was so fucking desperate.
My hand slid down too slowly like a snail.
Her eyes were affixed on me.
I touched her cunt lips. She was wearing nothing inside! No panties!
My little finger touched her slit. I felt her wetness, a slimy feeling that spread goose flesh all over my body.
