Embarking on Intimacy: My True Journey – Part 8

I have a unique and unexpected experience to share, one that I felt was so different that I couldn’t help but share it with you. But who could resist temptation when it presents itself so deliciously? Not I, indeed.

Our paths unexpectedly intertwined at my college friend’s wedding party, and a familiar face instantly drew my attention. I don’t want to say fantasy like he was like a drug, intoxicating and addictive, blah blah blah.

His smile radiates warmth, and a sense of familiarity washed over me. As our eyes met, he began to make his way towards me. I was at my college friend’s wedding party when a familiar face caught my eye. His smile was warm, and there was something about him that seemed familiar.

As my eyes met, he made his way towards me.

“Hi, do you remember me,” He asked.

He introduced himself; it was my cousin Surya. The last time I saw him was approximately six years ago. He and his family had to relocate to another state for his father’s new occupation. Despite our close familial ties, our interactions had not been much due to family issues.

Yet, as I set eyes on him again, it was as if time had reversed to my college years when I held a secret crush on him. I remember how I used to steal glances at him during our family gatherings at a function; he used to like me, too. His changed appearance and demeanour made him almost unrecognisable now.

Yet, the sight of him stirred up those old, familiar feelings. It was like magic that his colleague and my college friends were getting married to each other. A coincidence that added an unexpected twist to our reunion.

He looked handsome in that plain kurta. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I was in a simple, plain, floral printed lehenga, its top sleeveless and heart-shaped neckline dipped a little down, skirt long till ankles. A soft dupatta draped around my neck, flowing gracefully down my back.

He was admiring my attire, so I asked, “What?”

He smiled softly. “Just admiring your beauty,” he replied tenderly.

Up until now, we haven’t had a chance to have a private conversation. But fate had finally granted us this moment without our family members. We were seated facing each other, lost in a conversation recalling the past, till his friend interrupted us.

His friend mentioned he had forgotten the groom’s dad’s outfit for the morning. Since his friend had some tasks to run, he asked my cousin for help.

As my cousin prepared to leave, he suddenly turned to me and asked, “Hey, why don’t you come along?”

Without thinking twice, I agreed, and I hopped into his car. As I sat in the car, I placed my dupatta on the dashboard. The air conditioner started, cooling down as we drove ahead.

As we travelled, I could feel something special in the way he looked at me as he spoke. It was like his eyes were saying things his words couldn’t. Feeling a bit playful, I adjusted my top slightly, showing a bit more cleavage. I saw his eyes linger there, and it gave me a little thrill knowing he was interested.

He pretended to check the side mirror, but I could tell he was checking me out. I acted like I didn’t notice and just focused on enjoying the music in the car.

“It’s very hot,” I said.

He responded, “The AC is at full.”

“I shouldn’t wear this attire in this hot climate, feel like…” I  paused mischievously.

He replied with a playful smirk, “I can guess what you’re about to say?”

I asked, “What?”

He just continued his playful smirk, “You need my help?”

I playfully retorted, “You’re such a mischief.” Then I asked him, “Are you comfortable with kurta?”

With a mischievous grin, he suddenly made a sharp left turn into the apartment, leaving me startled by the abrupt change in direction.

“Just wanted to scare you,” he said with a playful smirk.

As we got into the elevator, he stood close behind me. I noticed him in the reflection on the lift’s surface. He was checking out the low-cut back of my dress. Now, the low back cut is visible as my dupatta was in the car. I couldn’t resist his playful gaze.

Without turning around, I said, “Caught you staring, huh? You’re such a flirt!”

He responded smoothly, “My goodness, you’re an absolute knockout. I can’t tear my eyes away from you.”

I blushed, saying, “You’re making me blush.”

He stepped closer, his voice lowering to a husky whisper. “You’ve got me hooked.”

“Oh, do shut up! ” I said.

As the lift door opened, I walked out, and we entered the flat. He searched for the bag his friend had mentioned, which contained the groom’s dad’s attire. I was admiring the painting on the wall.

When he returned, he looked at me and asked, “Do you feel like it’s time to depart?”

His eyes looked at me, drawing me in with his gaze. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t.

“What?” My voice was shaky.

Then he finally stood before me, our bodies almost touching; I could feel the heat radiating off him. His dark and intense gaze stripped away the layers of me. His hand moved towards me, then reached for the AC remote on the table. However, his eyes showed a mischievous glint.

“The room is getting hotter,” he said, his voice low. “I was thinking of turning on the AC.”

I tried to calm down and push away the feelings that were bubbling inside me. A cool breeze brushed against my skin as he turned on the AC. He placed the remote on the table and dropped the bag to the ground. He then reached out to brush a strand of hair away from my face with his fingers.

His touch sent tingles down my spine, warming me from the inside out. His hand cupped my face gently as he leaned in closer, and his lips met mine in a soft, tender kiss. But as his lips pressed against mine, I remained passive. His lips parted, and a heavy silence hung in the air.

Then, his voice barely whispers.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“I liked you, but not to this,” I said.

I was teasing him until now to remember what happened during our last meeting at a family function. He pushed open the room door where I was changing my dress. I locked the door, but I am still determining how it opened. But, I already finished changing my dress.

On seeing that, he said if he had come earlier, he would have seen my beauty.

I told him, “Seems like you missed it. Fear not. There’s always another chance if you’re lucky.”

Then, some relatives came near the room, and we didn’t have a chance to meet again. Recalling that, I was playing with him. But now, the unexpectedness of his kiss had stirred something within me, a feeling I couldn’t quite put into words.

I said, “But I like it.”

When he heard what I said, he just hugged me tightly. Then, he kissed me again. There was an intensity in his kiss. I was possessed. My hands were on his shoulders, feeling his kiss. He was pulling me closer. Our kiss deepened, and I ran my fingers through his hair, wanting him closer.

His kiss deepened, with his hand on my waist and the other gently cradling my neck. With my eyes closed, I surrendered to the sensation. His lips trailed down to my neck. His lips travelled lower, lingering on the exposed skin above the neckline of my top. His lips dipped between the folds.

I felt his warm breath passing between my bosom. I was lost in the bliss of his kisses. His phone kept ringing, spoiling the moment. He stopped kissing, and I asked irritably, “Who’s that fuck?”

It was his friend. I heard what he said to his friend, “The car’s got stuck. The mechanic is fixing it. We’ll be there soon.” Then, he hung up.

He then placed it back on the table. Then, he came closer to me.

I raised an eyebrow, feeling a bit naughty.

“And I am a car. You are a mechanic, right? ” I teased him.

He chuckled softly. “Right, but I must look into the hood for the problem.”

I smile with my one hand on his shoulder. “Well, but…”

Then, I slowly lifted his kurta top over his head. My hands felt the warmth of his skin as I touched his chest. He pulled me closer. Our bodies were pressed together, his arms wrapping around me, and he claimed my lips in a hungry kiss.

As his hands roamed over my back, he fumbled with the clasp hook of my top. I helped him. He peeled the top from my shoulders, his fingers trailing my arms. His hand stayed on my chest, gently feeling the shape of my bosom through my bra.

I said teasingly, “Looks like this car mechanic doesn’t know how to release the hood lock.”

He pulled me closer, his hand on my waist. “It’s a new lock for me.”

He leaned in, his lips meeting mine in a fervent kiss. I eagerly responded, parting my lips to welcome him. Our bodies pressed closer, fueling the intensity of his embrace and kiss. We couldn’t stand still.

We moved together on the floor like we were dancing, cuddling each other, enjoying every moment of our intimacy. Then his lips trailed down my neck with deliberate slowness. I leaned back, offering myself to his kiss.

As he reached the curve of my cleavage, his kisses became more fervent, more insistent. With a soft moan escaping my lips, I arched back into his kiss, inviting him to explore. He nestled between the soft swell of my bosom. I reciprocated eagerly after his enjoyment.

My fingertips danced lightly across his chest, pressing my lips against his chest and trailing kisses along every inch of his skin. He then kneeled before me and pressed soft kisses upon my stomach, his hand lingering at my waist, drawing me closer.

He then found the Velcro strip off my skirt, skillfully releasing and gracefully lowering it. His lips trailed down to explore the sensitive skin over my panties. He stood up, and I knew I had to remove his pants; that was his signal. I knelt before him, untied his kurta pyjama and pulled down his pants.

I slowly pulled down his briefs also, revealing his throbbing cock. My hands reach out to touch it gently. I placed a tender kiss on the tip to feel the heat of his arousal. I was eager to explore every inch of him. He then guided me to stand, his lips meeting mine again.

His hand trailed down my back, finding the clasp of my bra and expertly unhooking it. He removed it from me, leaving me bare and exposed to his gaze. His hands cupped my bosom, feeling their weight and softness in his palms. His lips landed on my nipples.

With a flick of his tongue, he teased and licked. I moaned softly, my body responding eagerly to his every caress. Then his lips met mine again, and he gently pushed me backwards by kissing and pushed me back to lie on the dining table; it was a glass surface. My legs were suspended in the air.

He carefully positioned me at the edge of the table. He then skillfully slid off my panties.

“Feel this magic,” he whispered.

He gently spread my legs apart, his fingers delicately parting the folds of my pussy. With his tongue, he began gentle strokes, moving up and down. With each stroke of his tongue, my body arched in pleasure, craving more.

When he reached my clitoris, his lips began to play there, stimulating a moan of pleasure that made me wholly engulfed. Then, his kisses trailed from the top to the bottom and back again, focusing on my pussy. Each touch, each kiss, sent me spiralling further into ecstasy, lost in the intense pleasure he was giving me.

I was utterly lost in the intense pleasure he was giving me, trembling with desire.

“Oh, yes… right there… don’t stop,” I moaned, “Feel so good… it’s like… like magic.”

I gripped his hair tightly as pleasure flooded through me. My thighs began to close instinctively, but he gently stopped them, spreading them apart with his hands once more. He was guiding me towards the peak of ecstasy as he continued to pleasure me with his mouth.

He then parted from the kiss and looked into me.

I asked, “So, what seems to be the problem, mechanic?”

He said, “It looks like your engine’s revving a bit too high. It needs a different inspection.”

I replied, “Make sure you handle my ‘engine’ carefully.”

He said, “Oh, don’t worry. You are in good hands.”

He was about to put his cock on my pussy. I rose and pushed him back gently. He looked taken aback by my reaction.

“I need a condom for this,” I said firmly.

His expression shifted. “I don’t have one right now.”

“It’s a must,” I insisted.

He quickly went to hunt.

He was searching and was murmuring, “So, where does this fuck hide it? I can’t find it.”

I said in a naughty way, “Find it or forget it.”

He then said, “Alright, alright! But if I come back empty-handed, you better be ready for plan B.”

I replied, “It’s game over plan.”

I was lying back and expecting him to come with a condom. I do not want to take a risk. After a brief moment of rummaging, his hand finally found a condom. He looked at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes. By putting on the condom, he was at his peak. The erection was still on.

I asked him teasingly, “What if your friends find a condom missing?”

With no words, he spread my legs wide. He positioned himself between my thighs, his gaze locked with mine. With deliberate slowness, he slid his cock inside me. His hands gripped my waist tightly, anchoring me. He moved faster and harder.

With every powerful motion, I couldn’t suppress the moans of pleasure that escaped my lips, rising in intensity with his every stroke. I could feel the power of his hips meeting mine.

“Oh God,” he groaned. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, “Your shaking body… your bosom… bouncing with me, driving me wild.”

“Your every move, it’s like magic, that drives me wild,” I said to him, moaning.

“Mmm… Don’t stop,” I urged.

“Ah… Yes,” he gasped softly.

“More,” I pleaded.

“Like this?” he asked.

“Yes… just like that,” I moaned.

As he continued thrusting inside me, he asked. “How is this mechanic?” he whispered.

I let out a soft moan. “Mmm, a mechanic’s nice,” I murmured, “but this car needs a lot more….”

With a gentle yet firm touch, he lifted my leg, positioning it over his shoulder. He continued to move with increasing intensity. With my leg draped over his shoulder and his hand on my waist, I surrender completely to the beautiful sensation of him filling me.

Pushing me to the brink of ecstasy with every rhythmic motion. He started to thrust faster and harder, grinding and rotating inside me. I moaned louder and louder. My whole body was shaking with pleasure.

“Mmm… harder,” I pleaded.

He responded, intensifying his movements.

“Ohh… yes,” I gasped.

“You like that?” he whispered.

“Yes, yes,” I moaned in affirmation.

As the feverish dance of passion reached its climax, I felt a bittersweet pang in my chest. I never wanted this moment to end, but I knew it had to. Slowly, he withdrew from my body.

As I lay there, I wondered how I ended up in this unfamiliar place. Afterwards, we sat together on the couch, exhausted but happy.

“You’ve blossomed into such a seductive beauty,” he murmured.

“Blame it on your irresistible charm,” I teased playfully.

Then his phone rang again. It was his friend again. I think he had the intention of disturbing us. My cousin replied to him that the mechanic had just fixed the car and would be back.

He then asked me after hanging up the call, “Is the car ready for departure?”

I said, “Just need a water wash before it is on its way.”

I continued, “The car can’t be self-washed. Mechanic guidance is required.”

As we stepped into the bathroom together, we turned on the shower, and water cascaded over our bodies. His hands moved gently over my skin with the liquid soap. His touch was like a soft massage all over my body.

Then, it was my turn. I took the soap and ran my hands over his skin, feeling the slippery lather between my fingers. He sighed with pleasure as I traced the curves of his body.

We stood close together, the soap making our bodies slick and slippery. As we moved together, we were lost in the moment. Then we got out, dried ourselves with a towel, and prepared fresh.

As we returned to the function place, his friend wondered why fixing the car took more than two hours. I sympathetically explained, “The mechanic was thorough, inspecting each part, which is why it took longer than expected.”

Then his friend asked me, “He should be a good one, right.”

My cousin said, “If he went directly to the main, we would have reached soon, but I don’t know what the car will think.”

Then his friend told me, “He is always like this, saying what will a nonliving object think.”

Then he went as someone called him, taking the groom’s dad’s attire.

I looked at him, and he asked, “What?”

I smirked. “Nothing, just.”

My friends came and gave me my phone and asked where I had gone; I told them I was with my cousin and introduced him. They asked me to return to the bride’s room. As I left, I just came back to him and said.

“You can have a reason for the wet towel, and you dispose of the condom in the trash on your way, but what will you say for the back prints on the glass dining table?” I teased him and went back to the bride’s room.

To be continued.

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