Over years, I had dreamt that one day I would meet a boy who would make me beg to fuck him. I would get wet thinking of such a circumstance. Yet, all I could do in my conservative home was to look out of the window and look at boys and later lock my room and masturbate.
In one early, humid and particularly dreadful summer, my family decided to drive down to the nearest sea resort. After we left our home town, I suggested to my Mother that we should swing by the town where one of my brother’s friend studied. May be we could pick him up and take him across to the sea resort for the holiday. We owed that to him since his family was known to us in some way.
I would be lying if I stated that I did not know that he had in the past looked at me askance and made it clear to me that he would actually give his right hand to fuck me. But, then he was very young. I was younger.
While we drove to the resort I sat with Ravi (that was his name) in the front seat and fought like two brats. We shoved and pushed and snatched and scratched each other. Most like two co-eds, who only teased each other. My Mother admonished me when the noise became too much between dropping off to sleep in the rattling car.
In reality I was scheming whether it were possible for me to seduce him and to fuck. I wondered, would his cock feel good? Would be make love or would he rape me? Would he fuck at all? Would he reject me? Would he prematurely squirt his sperm all over me? What did a full grown and erect cock look like? Did it taste good? Was it as nice to fuck as it was to masturbate?
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We reached later than sooner. We checked in with the extended family of 6 in a hotel with two rooms. The rooms were interconnected by a door. Immediately after reaching, Ravi said ‘I am going and changing’.
I went to the bathroom and lifted my petticoat and slowly ran my hand over my pussy and thought what it could look after a couple of fucks. I shivered at the though of being laid.
As per our norms I was not permitted to change into a swim suit. I had to do with the saree.
On the beach, I had to stay back in the shallows while the boys had fun. Some of the larger waves would lift me six inches above the ground and land me back. It was a slightly tipsy feeling.
Ravi came bye and teased me many times that I was chicken and that I just do not have the guts to get into a swimming costume and take a swim. May be I not have a good figure. May be I had nothing to show and thus hide!!!
I felt slighted. But told myself, “Just wait till you fuck me, you bastard”.
I schemed and went into deeper water and let the water throw me onto the floor. He rushed towards me and helped me get up. I let my breasts touch his legs as I was pulled up. He glanced at me and continued. I told myself “How do I tell him that I am aching for him”.
“He is so dumb. How does a girl say FUCK ME!!!”
My Mother saw this happening and called out me in her stentorian voice and asked me to go back to the hotel and become decent.
I saw it as a chance which would be wasted if I did not take Ravi along and try out my womanly guile to seduce him. Or to show him that I was a full hot blooded woman.
I asked my Mother whether any one could escort me back. My Mother looked and saw Ravi near enough and asked him to escort me back. After saying this, she simply sank back into the sand and looked into the sea.
On returning to the hotel with I went into my room and changed into dry clothes. While drying myself, I inadvertently dried my pussy also. Than I though, :Oh no.. I have spoilt is all for myself”.
I returned the room where he was but with hair open and wet. On returning I asked Ravi to help me dry my hair. Quite clinically, he picked up a large towel and rubbed my hair dry.
We then sat down and started to talk to each other. In order to egg him on more, I asked him impishly “What do you think of my figure? Is it that bad?”He said “It is good”. I asked “Do you have steady girl friend?”. He said ‘No”. I thought “Shit he has not even kissed girl. What is he going to fuck?” I wanted more fucking experience.
I asked him why he was not changing into something dry. He said “I have nothing to change into!!”.
I teased him and said “Then get into nothing!!!”. And laughed.
Suddenly I remembered that after that fall on the beach she had sprained my ankle. I told him so. He looked concerned and asked whether he could massage it for me.
I told myself that he was too gentlemanly and that he would not catch me and kiss me or try to fuck me. I despaired.
He pulled a foot stool near, lifted my ankle softly and stared to massage my ankle.
Each time his hand would stray inched above the ankle I would feel electrified with desire.
I asked him “Would you mind massaging my leg”.
He primly massaged my calf and lower leg. All from over the saree. He was so good. I almost went to sleep.
Suddenly he shifted his position from the stool to the floor and started to relax his angle of massaging.
Ravi then asked me “Why don’t you lie down. I can then massage your calf better”.
I could feel his warm and firm hands holding my calf down and massaging my legs. It was both relaxing and exciting. No man had ever touched my legs.
The saree and the petticoat are large items and have folds all over. Sometimes the saree would get into a bundle and pinch my flesh. I would yelp “Ouch”.
Ravi asked “Why don’t I massage your back too?”What I answered him to this question that has an erotic theme read in next article!
