Tuesday, 7 February 2012

I Don't Forget that Day Ever!

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Hello frnds,

My name is Mohan(name changed) living in Pune.
I'm going to narrate a story happened few years back when i was at Chennai for a Technical Training .

Since i was the only man who knows computer, in the training center they appointed me for preparing technical documents which will be used for training the next batch. There was one girl who also came with us for training and her name is Suma(name changed). She was a beautiful girl around 22 years age who came from Trichy. Even though she doesn't have much knowledge in computers, she knows typewriting. Since I was very slow in typing,my instructor asked her to help me. Most of the time we will be alone in the computer center.I used to read out the document and she used to type the document. Once she completed typing i used format the document.

Since we are always together and alone, we became very close friends. One day while she was typing,through the gap of the Chudidar, i could see her cleavage and boobs with the bra. Since she was involved in typing, she couldn't notice that.I couldn't move out the eyes from there and I was just watching that. Due to this, I just stopped reading out the notes. Suddenly she moved her face up and saw that i was busy watching something. But she couldn't make out where i was watching. May be because she is innocent or she might have thought that i'm innocent.

She asked me what happened.I thought she understood where i'm watching and suddenly I told her to keep her dress properly. Then she realized that and she kept her chudidar more close to her neck so that I couldn't see her cleverage. She said nothing and we continued our work.

Next day, whenever she types, she just kept her hand to cover her cleavage. That made her to type very slow as she could use only one hand. But when she involves in typing she again take her hand and keep in the keyboard. But whenever she realizes that her cleavage could be visible outside, she just kept the hand guarding the cleavage, I didn't even look at that though. But one thing she understood was i was not watching there. That helped to increase her trust on me.

The typing work continued till the evening, i just started feeling that it was a nice joke and I started smiling. She suddenly asked me why are you smiling. I said nothing. She asked me please tell. I just told that why are you struggling very hard to cover your chudidar? whaterver is there i have already seen. She asked me what you have seen? I said whatever you're trying to cover, I saw that. She just moved her head down shyly and told me that after yesterday unknowingly my hand is going there.

Later on in the evening while going back to home, i just asked her."Can i ask you something? if you don't mind". She said OK. I asked her do you have black mole on your chest? She asked me why are you asking such questions? and said nothing. She just moved her hand to cover her cleavage.

After the silence of 5 minutes,she asked me that "Have you seen that too?" I didn't say anything. Then she too kept mum.

Next day i just realized that, she was not covering the cleavage that frequently as she did in the day before. But whenever she realizes, she moves the hand there. But when she sees my smiling face, she just remove that hand. That continued and once she told me not to smile like that please, and kept her hand on the neck. Without saying anything i just hold her hand by my hand and took her hand and kept in the keyboard.While doing that, i felt her hand so soft like a feather. I told her that your hand is so soft and small. If that is the case for your hands, then your body will be so soft. Then just hold her hand for some time. She did't say anything and didn't take out also.

Next day onwards, i started holding her hand without even her permission and she was also not objecting. When she keeps the hand on her thighs,i just hold her hand without moving out from here thighs and i could feel her thighs also. This continued for some more days and i could even keep my hands on her thighs too.

After a week, one day we were going home (I was staying in a PG and she too was in a PG.) i just asked her can we go to Basant Nagar beech and spend some time there? She agreed. Around 7 P.M we reached there.

We just sat in the middle of other couples and she was just watching what others are doing. I was just holding her hand. Around 7.30 when it was started becoming dark. She was becoming hot and she was moving so close to me. since I was holding her hand, i just pulled her towards me without saying anything.
She came too close to me and she was not facing me. But watching what others are doing.

I just hold her and kept my hand on her shoulder and kept my palm on top of her right boob. She didn't react. I slowly pressed the boobs and that was the first time i touch a girls boob.She was becoming horny and that encouraged me. I entered my hand to her boobs through the gap in the neck an started massaging slowly. wow, what an experience that was. That was so beautiful like touching a Ripen mango. She was so hot and calling me.oh...please...I massaged her boobs for some time and she started kissing me passionately. Then I entered my hand through her chudidar to her pussy..
It was was fantastic experience in my life..It was a beautiful small pussy with small bushy hairs in it and it was wet. I entered my finger there and started massaging her. She widened her legs to accommodate my hands fully and I finger fucked her.
During that time i kept her hand in to my cock and she started playing with it. She was getting horny and making noises like aaah...oooh..ahhh..Please Mohan..i love you ra...please..
After 1 hr or so both of us got exhausted and we went back to our room.

That was my first sexual experience and we continued until our training got over.
After that till now i never touched any girls other than my wife. Even though i'm married and leading a nice life with my wife, i never forget my first experience.

Please leave your comments below... :)


-Submitted by Mohan

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