Manasvi: First Encounter

Heard an urgent knock on the door. It was nearing 10 in the night and rarely I had visitors at that hour. Not that I had many even during evenings! My visitors were discrete and invisible to my neighbours and all knew me as a lonely animal.

There was another knock, more urgent but less subdued. I hurried and found my neighbour's daughter-disturbed and sad. Manasvi just pushed past me in to the hall. Very unusual and I was now worried about her behaviour.

She sat on my age old swing with a wood panel, curled her legs, hid her head and started to sob softly. Flustered, I did not know how to respond. Yet here she was crying and I asked, What's the matter Manasvi?

More sobs and tears. She did not even lift her head.

I gently touched her head and tried to lift it but she curled tight. Sobs became louder and continuous.

I was shocked, just left her on the swing and sat on a nearby chair. Let her cry her heart out and then I can offer a cup of tea or juice and send her back is what I thought.

Very soon her sobs subsided. It was silent tears. Two small streams rolling down her cheeks. Eyes were strangely glimmering. May be slight reddishness was the reason. Slowly the streams slowed down to transparent pearls. Light was playing on her face as the swing swayed very lightly and the droplets shimmered on her milky skin.

As my eyes roamed aimlessly, it was as if I was seeing her for the first time. Tears had left a trail on her thighs and not so long but shapely legs, firm calf muscles and well manicured feet. Toes painted black with white waves here and there. How could I have missed this beautiful feast, I wondered. And then I heard a distant stir within me but chided myself to be silent.

It was a deliciously frustrating situation. Neighbour girl but delectable; crying girl but appetising. A lonely dirty gentleman was caught in a piquant condition. I was worried but enjoying with immense restraint.

Manasvi is a typical Indian girl - medium height, not plump, endowed with beautiful curves. Her red t-shirt could hardly hide the shape of her right breast. Right arm was pink with pressure of her head and clenched fingers. Her fingers were multicoloured. Manasvi was a melange of emotions, I thought.

Dark eyes, slightly flared but neat nose, full cheeks, curly hair and that hint of neat row of teeth when she smiled. She had lean waist and the light fabric of her shorts had flowed down to her full round bums. There was that hint of joy but I dared not look directly in that direction. Fidgety and embarrassed, I stood up suddenly and in one long stride was beside her.

Gently I caressed her head and lifted her wet face. She gazed intently for a couple of seconds and hid her face in my chest. Hot breaths permeated me and she clung to me as if her life depended on me.

I wiped her face and asked the reason for her tears, once more. She made me sit beside her as I wiped her wet eyes with my palm and lied down on my thighs; once again I could not see her face. She really had a silky hair for a curly texture. I stroked her head and back slowly to soothe.

In five minutes or it may be longer, but I had lost all notion of time, she turned her face to me and told her story. In short, her manager had insulted her by telling that for a girl of Gen X, its a shame that she was still a virgin. Added to that the manager had taunted her by asking if she was a lesbian. Hurt, wounded and dishonoured - she shouted and once again hid her face in my lap.

Hesitantly I started massaging her neck softly but firmly. Muscles were tight, knotted and unyielding. Gradually I extended my massage to her shoulder blades and she gave a long warm sigh. All I wanted was her to relax and steadily moved on to knead her spine. Manasvi's shallow breath had now become constant and relaxed. My hands were moving from her neck to waist in a leisurely firmness. I was happy to see her settling down calmly and was immersed in the rhythmic movement of hands and breath. I became aware of my surroundings only when the clock struck once for half past ten.

Manasvi was now between my thighs and once again there was a distant stirring inside me. Alarmed, I noticed that my penis was totally alert and expectant. To my dismay, Manasvi stirred and moaned, tightening all my muscles.

"Fuck" she said and nestled her nose near the zip of my shorts. With her every inhalation the tank became more noticed but her hot exhalations rushed all blood to my penis. I was tight and throbbing inside and Manasvi was enjoying my squirming. Is this little witch a naughty bitch, I wondered.

Suddenly Manasvi began kissing my hardness and I closed my eyes involuntarily. She raised herself slightly and moved her fingers all over my penis, beneath it lovingly. Manasvi was measuring every centimetre of my loin and I could hardly resist her examination. She was thorough, systematic, neat but most of all lusty. It was the inquisitiveness of a newly opened eyes and was amused. Just then she looked up and was irritated by my smile.

"Why the hell are you laughing at me?"

Hey, its nothing, just that...

""Fuck you...you too want to ridicule me" and once again tears rolled down.

I was flustered and thought its better to be truthful.

Manasvi, stop crying and hear me. You are engrossed with my clothed penis. I am curious what happens if I let go the shorts.

She stood up with a serious face, wiped her face and moved two steps away from me. I was cursing myself. I lowered my eyes and had no will to see into her eyes. Manasvi stared hard and

"That's true. Why don't you stand up?"

I was flustered but stood up. Manasvi bent and pulled down my shorts. While my penis was hot like a heating coil, a chill went up my spine and I shuddered.

"Ah! I thought you are experienced. Look who is shivering like a lamb", she said with a guffaw.

I was happy that she really was new to sexual love. It was double dhamaka, though totally outlandish, I thought.

The curiosity of newness crept into her eyes again. There was a tingling shininess and a glow on her face. She made me sit on the edge of swing, lowered herself and the forefinger traced a light line on my penis. Already engorged veins were pulsating feverishly. It was a painful hardness but pleasant.

Manasvi sat cross legged and peeked below to stroke the thin strip between anus and my balls. It sent a blast of shock and a droplet showed its face. I was thrilled to discover my own erogenous spot. She sensed my sensations and took her own sweet time to stroke that area. She had no urgency.  Just gentle strokes of her finger on my perineum. Frankly I learnt that word next day, to my eternal shame.

Unhurriedly, she started stroking my tightened balls. She caressed, gently pushed and played with them and squeezed them gingerly. Her soft hand was competing with my sensitive skin.

She blew hot air on the tip of my dark red penis, smoothened the love drops and,

"Now I know manmatha. God of love with the capital M. Ahh, Mannnnmatha!"

I opened my eyes and lifted her face to mine to kiss on her forehead. She didn't want to be distracted, however. Cupping my balls in her left hand, Manasvi began to stroke my solid shaft from bottom up. Her nail drew a straight line from perineum to tip of the penis. Sparkles were cracking, nerves tingling feverishly and I was suffused with anticipation.

She circled the base of my penis, stroking the curly hairs around it; it was as if Manasvi was playing a new musical instrument! A new note was tuned and our sighs were accompanists as she caressed the inner thighs and bums. Her hands were moving deftly like a calm wave gathering more strength from the succeeding wave. I wanted to lift her to my lap but she was unyielding. I was supercharged but it seemed as if she never lost her patient curiosity.

As if out of trance suddenly she indicated to get rid of my T-shirt. I obeyed with some relief. But it was short lived as she gently stroked my chest hairs, biceps and armpit hairs. It was a tortuous excitement. Fascinated by my chest, she tracked every inch and my nipples hardened. It was a new tightening of muscles and proved irresistible for her; suddenly she took them in her pouted lips, one after another and a long moan escaped me. She was blowing one hot kiss after another adding more rigidity to my boner.

My lips were thirsting to taste her but was in no position to resist her as she was all over my chest and abdomen. Lips taking bites and hands playing with my balls. Moving down she started kissing my ramrod. Once again she was moaning, Mmm, mmm, Manmatha. Red hot. Wet lips and precum. Tip of her tongue grazed my entire length. Slick tongue ran from the perineum to the glans, tautening every muscle. Both ends sent intense shock waves through my body. Brain was washed with crazy voluptuous images. They alternated between grey, red, yellow, blue and deep flashes of volcano. I could not continue to stand and led her to stumble upon my bed.

Manasvi pushed me, nibbled every ridge of my shaft and used her teeth to bite lightly. I was afraid that I may ejaculate immediately but her sucking made me hold on tight. Dripping saliva she expertly licked me, whispering what I thought was Mmmmmanmatha. Somehow that joyous groan added spice to my banana.

Was she licking me dry? Was she slurping all that precum? Was she salivating or was it my own? Wetness all over my shaft and sack, flowing onto the bed. Fuck, that was one hungry girl. Dirty, naughty. Alternatingly sucking one ball after another; each playing up down on her rolling tongue. The sack had tightened to a small bunch and straining to burst out. And then she teased my glans...kissing, biting, swirling her tongue, showering and taking me up to her throat. Holy shit! It was a sexploding situation. And I didn't want to come just then.

I lifted her firmly. Dripping mouth and chin and drenched T-shirt! Holding her waist I lifted the T-shirt and loosened the string of her short. Baby pink bra and panty. Both wet and inviting. The strong scent of sex. Mine or her's? As her lips reached mine, I understood it was my own. And I tasted my own juice mingled with her saliva.

I was puzzling whether Manasvi was a dominatrix. She never let up her curiosity and probing. Pushed her tongue into my mouth and glided her tongue, covering every nook and corner. Mouthful of deliciousness.  A long drawn kissing, licking and sucking; relaxing and refreshing.  Something which brought me back to my senses.

Won't your parents search for you?

Manasvi was aghast. Gave a hard stare and guffawed loudly,

"Ohh! The lonely animal is worried about society" and bit me on my lips. I was worried, however. Sensing my reluctance,

"They have gone out of city. Don't worry"

I squirmed in pain as she bit my lips and clutched my balls hard. Aroused I pulled her hair and took her in my mouth. I rolled my tongue over her cheeks, eyes and brows and just above her lips. Her grip loosened but was clinging to me like a vine. Lowering myself a little easily I could reach her breasts.

At 5'7", Manasvi easily matched my height. Undid her straps. Fit, tight, round, hardened. Circling her breasts, I made my way to her nipples. Brown coffee on a dollop of vanilla. Perky, proud and poking. Pinched them lightly and she gave a sexiest moan. My penis was pressing her, filling her navel with precum. Hands roving on her back I pushed into her panty and pressed her bottom. Tracing my hand on her curves it lingered near the sacrum. Applying gentle pressure I took her nipples into my mouth. She gasped for breath as I licked her areoles and sucked.

Manasvi allowed me to take the lead. Her body was responding as if it had never been touched before by a man. She was not a melting butter; she was a willing student who let herself answer to my moves. Manasvi was no sponge; a discerning girl, indeed.

Indicating her to lie down on the bed, I massaged her mound. If Venus ever found pleasure, then it was in her voice and every cell of her body. Pubic hair was moist. Guess courtesy our juices. Before I pulled down her panty, I could not resist but inhale my fingers. Exquisitely fragrant and intoxicating. She observed me and smacked her lips. Well, well, if a lady shows her preference, who am I to deny her?

Kissing down my way, I lingered near her navel. It was oval, deep and musty with my juices. If a person can ever enjoy himself, this was my moment. The strong mixture of our scents made the moment more intimate. Lean waist topped by round breasts and supported by well endowed bums!

She fidgeted in impatience as I lovingly gazed at her. Shining and glowing, she spread out her legs as if they are similar poles. I took a long breath near her pubes and exhaled hot, stirring her black curly bush which concealed her dark lower lips carelessly. She shouted fuck when I smoothened her wet curls. Once again I was shocked out of my senses and asked her about her parents.

"Hey forget them, they are out of station and are not due for few more days. Just take me", she lashed out.

With a ginger smile on my face, looking at her face, I put my lips on her labia. (Guess I should call it as my Rati, as she called mine as Manmatha.) The shock of my touch jolted her as she raised her waist to offer more. Passed my tongue up to the head of her labia as she twisted and turned. I licked her open, diving deeply with my tongue and explored the red cave oozing with juice.

As my tongue moved deep, her eyes filled up with tears and she was moaning incoherently. This really was a girl who had never been kissed properly.

She had opened up and I cupped my lips around her clitoris. Manasvi shuddered violently, clamped her legs, squeezed my face between her thighs. I choked caught in her vaginal grip and had to pull out myself forcefully. She had no idea what happened to me as she thrusted her vagina once again to my face. I laughingly took her but carefully held her legs by pinning her with my legs. Dived once again to savour the salty red velvet cake.

As I stroked her with my tongue, the red became deeper and deep purple and her whole frame shook like a blade of grass. Swaying, twisting, moaning she was grinding her pubes into my lips and face and gave out a long hurrah. When she settled her bottom, I was left with red nose and sore lips and dripping. Mouth and nose was filled with her sex. Raw scent of her desire.

Manasvi pulled me towards her and started gently massaging my lips with hers. Her tongue was soothing as she licked me clean. Sliding down on her back she took my shaft in her mouth and slurped like an ice cream cone. She was using her tongue and lips like an expert in blowjob. Was it natural? Or she was a quick learner? Before I could make up my mind, I disappeared completely inside her luscious mouth. All I remember is I was lost in an ocean of desire. So was Manasvi.

"Please fill me" she mumbled with mouthful. I was dying to dive deep in to her. Nodding my head I asked her to lie on her back. Kissing her from her toes, I moved unto her forehead and glided down to her luscious vulva and gave her a peck.

Aching with desire. I experienced that phrase at that moment, on that day and it has never left me. Every ache has a remedy but I had the remedy in the form of Manasvi. I was thankful, immensely, at that particular moment.

I managed to separate my mouth from her vulva and moved up to kiss her on her upper lips. I nuzzled her breasts and positioned myself to make my home. She placed her curved hands around my balls as I stroked her labia with my penis. With ever so slow thrusts I penetrated her parted vulva. Throbbing of her inner muscles guided me and with gentle pressure I moved ahead. It was a very clenched passage. Eager to receive me but totally unaccustomed. I could feel the walls of her vagina moulding themselves around my shape, but also resisting.

Manasvi definitely felt some discomfort, said her face; but the quotient of pleasure was high. Her body spoke love and mind was definitely engrossed in sex. Slightly shifting gear I thrusted little hard and gained momentum. Biorhythm overtook us. We were entangled to each other as she lifted her legs and crossed my waist. We were pushing against each other energetically as I kneaded her pointed nipples. I asked her to stay still, without any movement while my hardened penis pulsated forcefully. What began as a small shiver in her loin spread to her whole frame  and she shuddered with force.

Manasvi wanted to resume the vigorous tempo, but I held her firm. She was experiencing wave after wave of sexual passion. I wanted to prolong the tension but knew that she could hold no more. Manoeuvring myself a little, with a will I stimulated her clitoris by rubbing over and over. Now up and down and then circularly.

As internal pressure welled up we hugged very tight.

Manasvi's inner core shuddered and quaked sending me over the tipping point. With her repeated orgasms I ejaculated and she extracted every drop out of me. There was nothing except the bliss of oneness. Absolute stillness as brain was illumined with thousands of Moon. Inexplicable calm pervaded. Manasvi's body was shimmering with a cooling glow. I wanted to caress her very softly and feel the glow but was afraid of waking her and my eyes lovingly lingered on her naked body.

We slept in each other's arm for a long time. When I woke up it was around 5 in the morning. Manasvi stirred but did not open her eyes. Manasvi's Manmatha was hardening once again as our erotic fragrance still lingered on in the room. I crept on her unobtrusively and my shaft moved suddenly to touch her lips. She grabbed it and took it in to her mouth. I escaped but offered it by reversing my position. Both of us lustily tasted our mingled juice and wiped off all the stains. 69 became an evergreen memory.

Manasvi wanted to return home before the street came alive. She jumped the compound wall, promised to have breakfast with me and entered from the back door. Very thoughtful, I thought.

When she came around 8 am we had idlis with chutney and washed it down with strong coffee. We sat together for few minutes gazing at each other and then there was a large smile on her face. Seeing my inquisitive face, she said,

"It was my first with a man and I loved it absolutely".

I smiled and asked, Is it true? You definitely excelled for a first timer. She had a hearty and passionately kissed and promised to meet again that night.

PS: Writing this once in life experience made me horny all time. I was wet all through, ejaculated half a dozen times.