Nandita To Nandini
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Friday
I’m sitting alone, in a pub in the middle of nowhere, when I first notice you.
I booked this break - a few days away on my own in a quaint little cottage - back in the summer, as a belated birthday gift to myself. I’d had visions of being able to go walking in the countryside, catch a bus into nearby villages to look around the shops and Christmas markets, and generally make the most of the idyllic location.
I simply overlooked the fact that in December, the weather might not allow for that.
It’s snowed pretty much since I got here, so I have spent the last two days holed up in the cottage. Desperate for a change of scenery, I decided to brave the elements and walk to the nearby pub. It’s small, traditional and incredibly busy, even for a Friday night. After ordering a glass of wine, I manage, to my relief, to spot an unoccupied table in the corner, which I promptly claim.
As I’m halfway through my second glass, I’m surreptitiously glancing around the packed bar. I think most of the customers must be locals who also know that this is the only place they can safely get to tonight, although being shy and introverted, I try to avoid making small talk with them.
All of a sudden, I notice someone else who is also on their own. I also notice that that someone is looking straight at me, and that they have the sexiest eyes I have seen for a very long time.
So sexy, that I can feel my heart start to race and a warming feeling below.
I momentarily look away, knowing that I must be blushing, but when I look up again, I see you walking in my direction. I nervously play with my hair, wondering what to say. When seconds later, you arrive at my table, I fear I won’t get any words out at all.
You ask if it’s okay to sit down, that there’s no space anywhere else, and I nod in agreement. You introduce yourself and ask if I’m a local. I find my voice again, tell you my name and say no, I’m just staying here for a few days. You casually ask if I am here with friends or family. I blush again as I reply that I’ve come away here by myself. I’m sure I see the faintest glimmer of a smile appearing, but you don’t comment.
I ask what you’re doing here, and you explain that you’ve been working close to here for the last few days, but that the snow has stopped you from being able to drive home tonight. You tell me you’ve managed to book a room at the pub and will see what the roads are like in the morning.
As you talk, I start to feel mesmerised by your voice, by your eyes, your presence. I’m worried that you’ll pick up on how attractive I find you and that you’ll mistakenly think I am the sort of girl who picks strangers up in bars, so I create a diversion by offering to get more drinks. As I get up to go to the bar, our legs brush together and I nearly trip over. You hold out a hand to steady me and, as your skin makes contact with mine, I feel an overwhelming sense of desire.
I look down into your eyes and I realise: you can feel it too.
Whilst I queue at the bar, I try to compose myself, but it’s no good. I feel butterflies in my stomach and dampness in my knickers. I try to tell myself that I’m being silly, that hooking up with a total stranger is dangerous, reckless and so not me. But the feelings still don’t subside; I am consumed by lust.
I get the drinks, come back to the table and sit down. Someone else is sitting on your other side, so you squeeze up closer to me. Our legs are touching, and you casually slide your arm around my shoulder to save some room. It feels good. We continue to talk about everything and nothing, making each other laugh and keeping our bodies close together.
I suddenly realise how late it is and tell you I need to get back. You help me put my coat on – which I find chivalrous and utterly endearing – before informing me that you’ll walk me back. I protest and say there’s no point us both going out in the cold, but you’re adamant that you wouldn’t feel comfortable letting me walk by myself in a dark, remote location. I laugh and point out that you’re a total stranger and that you could be an axe murderer for all I know, but I’m only playing. There’s already something building between us, even though we only met a few hours ago.
We’re holding hands as we crunch our way through the snow and the warmth of your skin is enticing. I tell you how my trip hasn’t gone as planned so far and that I’ve ticked little off my wish-list. In fact, I tell you, I haven’t even figured out how to light the open fire that I have been dreaming about since I booked the cottage. You find this amusing and query how anyone can struggle with such a basic task and I laugh back as I tell you that I have many hidden talents, but that just isn’t one of them. The insinuation of what I might be good at just hangs in the air between us.
We reach the door and I thank you for walking me home, that it was a very thoughtful gesture. I’m hoping that you’ll kiss me goodnight and when you place your hands on the sides of my face, I know I won’t be disappointed. Being taller than me, you have to lean down to reach my lips, so I lift up on my tiptoes to make it easier for you. You wrap your arms around my waist, steadying me as you pull me towards your body, then it happens: our lips meet for the first time and we fall into a long, deep kiss.
When we eventually come up for air, I look into your eyes and another wave of lust consumes me: I want you. Badly. I’m trying to think of how to move this forward when you mischievously ask me if I want my fire lighting tonight. I laugh at the play on words and say yes, I could definitely do with warming up and you seem like the perfect person for the job.
I unlock the door and you follow me inside. It’s a tiny, traditional cottage with one small living room, which leads off to a kitchen. The owners have put up a beautifully decorated Christmas tree and, other than that, there is just a large sofa and a fireplace, with a large sheepskin rug in front of it.
We take off our coats and I offer to make some coffee whilst you get the fire started. I come back a few minutes later to see flames dancing in the grate. I can feel their warmth as I put the mugs down on the hearth, so I thank you for getting this sorted so that I can tick something off my trip list. You make me giggle as you cheekily ask if there’s anything else you can assist me with.
I sit down on the rug, keen to make the most of finally having the fire going, and you come to join me. The only light in the room is coming from the flames and from the fairy lights on the tree, which creates a sensuous backdrop. You lean in to kiss me again; this time with more urgency. Your hands are in my hair; mine around your neck, as we continue to kiss passionately.
I’m feeling lightheaded with lust as your mouth goes lower, onto my chin, my neck, the top of my shoulder. You’re rubbing my tits through my clothes and my nipples are hardening at your touch. I’m stroking your neck with one hand and trying to unbutton your shirt with the other, desperate to feel your skin against mine. You briefly return your lips to mine, then I feel your hands at the hem of my top, before pulling it up, over my head and discarding it.
You break away from the kiss and your eyes are straight on my cleavage and the lacy black bra I am wearing. It has full cups – anything less wouldn’t securely hold breasts this size - but you can see a hint of pink nipple straining against the dark lace. Your mouth is straight there, and I gasp as I feel the warmth and wetness of your tongue on my sensitive skin.
Your hands move to my back, searching for the clasp of my bra and unclipping it with a jolt. You slowly pull it away and watch as my tits tumble out of their restraints. Gently but firmly, you lie me down on the rug, remove your shirt and then climb over me, leaning down for a kiss.
Your chest feels warm against me and as your lips press mine, I gently slide my tongue into your mouth and begin to explore. We stay like that for a while, me stroking your back as you play with my hair, before your mouth begins to go lower again. I murmur appreciatively as you nuzzle my neck and collarbone, then tense up with anticipation as your lips move down between my tits.
You use your hands to push them together, then just look at them for a moment, as if trying to work out what you will do next. I tilt my head back and close my eyes, waiting for your move. Then, I feel it. Your mouth latches onto one of my nipples and I moan with pleasure. I feel your tongue tracing every tiny bump of my areola before it flicks across the tip. They are so big, so firm, so juicy, but when you start to lightly suck on my nipple, I feel it harden further in your mouth. It’s exquisite. I can’t imagine anything better, but then you start to roughly squeeze the flesh of my breast, almost forcing the nipple further into your hungry mouth, and I think I have died and gone to heaven.
You move your attention to the other tit, using your mouth to expertly tongue-fuck it as I squirm with pleasure. Skilfully, you make sure the other one doesn’t feel left out by rolling the nipple between your thumb and fingers. I feel like I could climax just from this, it’s incredible, and when you stop to look into my eyes, it’s clear that you know exactly what effect you are having on me.
Once you’ve worked me up into a frenzy, you move your hands to my jeans, unzip them and pull them down. I reach out to your zip and you take the hint and remove those, too. We lie on the rug, both on our sides, passionately kissing as our hands explore the other’s body, then suddenly, I feel your fingers sliding up my thigh and between my legs.
I am completely drenched at this point and you instantly feel the soaking lace at my crotch. You have to practically peel them off me, they are so wet. I sense that you’re about to dive in and taste your handiwork, but I stop you; I’m so close to orgasm now that I will lose it in seconds if you go down on me.
Instead, I turn my attentions to you. I pull down your underwear and I gasp as your cock springs free; I had no idea it would be so big. I wrap my hand around the base, marvelling at the width, before leaning down and kissing the tip. There’s a drop of pre-cum waiting for me, almost sparkling in the firelight and I lap it up, greedily.
I’m ready to sink my mouth down onto you, but you stop me for the same reasons I stopped you. You want this to last and you’ve already decided that when you cum tonight, it will be inside me.
Nothing else will do.
Rolling me onto my back again, you push my thighs apart and kneel between them. You saw my reaction to seeing your cock for the first time and you can tell I am nervous as to whether it will fit me or not, so as you lean down to kiss me, you slowly slide a finger deep into my dripping pussy. It slides in with ease, so you add another, all the time watching my expression.
After a few minutes of being double finger-fucked, you add a third. I gasp a little as it’s a tight fit, but your kisses and the action from your thumb on my clit makes it bearable. We both know that I’ll struggle to accept your cock initially, but neither of us has any intention of stopping.
You look into my eyes, seeking silent permission, before withdrawing your fingers and taking hold of your magnificent erection. You stroke it a few times, before lowering your hips towards mine. You rub the head of your cock over my clit and I whimper; it feels so good!
I hold my breath as I feel the tip pressing against me, try to push its way inside. You’re tender and gentle as you begin to penetrate me, for which I am so grateful. As the head slides in, I feel myself being stretched as you open me up. It’s painful, but it’s good pain. I moan a little. With slow, shallow thrusts, you give me more and more of your length and I gradually adjust to accommodate you.
You’re about halfway in when you feel the moment that my pussy has accepted you, that my muscles, whilst still tight, aren’t trying to resist you anymore. You pause for a moment, looking into my eyes and stroking my face, before sinking the full length of your cock into me in one go. I cry out, but this time, in lust instead of pain. The message is clear: without any words spoken, your cock now owns my pussy.
You thrust with long, deep strokes, one arm under my neck, the other hand playing with one of my tits. I mentally applaud you for being able to multitask so well; you’re clearly very skilled at this. I stroke your arms and your back, reaching down to squeeze your ass cheeks and push you deeper into me,
I can feel an orgasm distantly building, and I don’t know if you sense it too, but you gently pull out and gesture that you want me on top. I’m hesitant at first because, in front of the fire like this, you will have a very clear view of my body. That makes me self-conscious and I try to quickly think of an alternative, but you’re already manoeuvring yourself underneath me.
I look down at you and I know that in this moment, I will do whatever I can to please you, so I take your cock in my hand and slowly slide my pussy down it. I move slowly and gently to start, my lack of confidence becoming evident and making me look like an amateur.
Without saying anything, you pull me down against your chest, wrap your arms around my back and start to thrust from underneath. It feels good like this, and I find myself grinding back against you, matching your pace and force. As the tempo increases, you push me back upwards so that I am sitting straight up on your cock. My tits are bouncing like crazy, but I no longer care, and when I see how much it’s turning you on, my fears dissolve instantly,
Just when I feel my orgasm building again, you stop. “Tease,” I mouth to you as you withdraw from me again. You smile wickedly, knowing that you are driving me wild. You tell me to get on my hands and knees, and the fact that you have told me instead of asked me makes turns me on so much.
I get into position – ass raised towards you, arms holding me up and tits swaying beneath me – and wait for you to enter me again. You take your time, deliberately making me wait before you kneel between my thighs and slide your super-hard cock straight back into me.
I expect you to fuck me hard and fast – we’re both ready to cum soon – but you surprise me with the slowest, most sensuous doggy-style sex I have ever experienced. I’ve never known a guy who could contain his own lust while taking his girl in such a primal, animalistic way before, but I am starting to realise that you are in a league over your own when it comes to sexual prowess.
We have a few minutes like this, before returning to the original position, me on my back and you on top. You don’t say this; we’ve barely spoken with actual words the whole time, but I know you want to be looking into my eyes as we both cum together for the first time. I want it too.
You build up the pace and I start to moan; I can feel the orgasm deep inside my pussy and as it starts to spread through my body, I scream your name, again and again. My muscles are clamped down on you, rhythmically squeezing your cock as I look into your eyes and cry out in pleasure.
This sends you over the edge; with one final thrust, you bury yourself, balls-deep within me and pump me full of hot, sticky cum. I can feel it pouring out of you and into me, and I’m taken aback by the sheer quantity. You’re staring deep into my eyes, a look of pure passion on your face, as your orgasm slowly starts to subside. As you gently pull out, I can feel our combined juices sliding down my thighs.
We lie next to each other as we catch our breath, both silently marvelling at the incredible sex we have just had. It’s still warm by the fire and you take me into your arms and hold me, our bare skin resting on the soft sheepskin. I feel so safe and so satisfied that I almost drop off, but as I start to drift, I suddenly jolt myself awake again. You’ve been watching me the whole time, a faint smile on your lips, and as I look up at you, you lean down to kiss me.
I ask you to stay with me tonight, that I don’t want you to leave me and return to the pub. You’re happy to agree, so I take your hand and lead you up the narrow stairs and into the only bedroom. It’s fairly small, dwarfed by solid wooden furniture, including a traditional four-poster bed. As we slide into the hotel-crisp white sheets, you take me into your arms again and after some more passionate kisses, we quickly fall into a deep sleep.
To be continued in chapter two...
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Editor’s note: this story contains gay male content. * Living in a secure high rise tower block allows one to have certain privileges, mine during these hot summer months is to walk about naked, after all my only possible snoopers are the pigeons and gulls that roost nearby, it also makes it easier for me to masturbate or wear erotic plugs and jewellery if I so wished, but despite all this, today I was BORED. I needed to feel the sand and sea between my toes, I have had enough of city life,...
Kim Loggans lost her husband of twenty years two years ago due to a massive heart attack. Counselors at the university where she worked helped her through her grief, advising her to fill her days with volunteering, hobbies or anything to keep her from just sitting at home feeling sorry for herself. In addition to her full time job, Kim signed up for some exercise classes being offered at the school to keep her mind and body occupied, helping her through her grief. She overcame the bad times and...
MILFChapter One They bought the cottage for family reasons, many years ago, and they all loved the place, not ever dreaming of the purposes it should serve years later. In those days they were the typical family: Husband busy, wife wifely, kids unruly and very active. The huge, old cottage was very primitive, but it was situated on the shore of a mountain lake with a breathtaking view of snowy mountains across the water. Built out of enormous logs joined the old-fashioned way, it had neither...
Disclaimer: Like all chapters in the Brandee series, this one is also intended for adults only. And, like all other chapters, no part of this story may be reproduced without permission of the author. Enjoy. Becoming Brandee Chapter Thirteen: I think I was telling you all about my publicity and promotional tour before getting side-tracked by hygiene issues in the last chapter. Let me fill you in on a few of my adventures with some fascinating audience members who've won the "Win...
Randi's Vacation Randi woke up to his alarm and quickly silenced it. A quick glance to his left confirmed the Denise was already up. She almost always got up before him preferring some extra time between getting ready for work and needing to walk out the door. He preferred to have enough time to get ready, eat and go. He walked to the bathroom which was right in the master bedroom. The condo they bought was a bit extravagant but provided plenty of room and they could afford it on...
Hum dono abhi bhi nange hi thay. Chalte chalte usne paad maari. Uski gaand mein abhi bhi haddi akti hui thi. Nadi kinare, jhadiyon ke bich usko bithaya. “Hug le saali madarchod. Kab se paad rahi jai bhosdiki.” Woh hugne lagi. Uski gaand se haddi nikal gayi. Uski garam moot ki dhaar mere pairo pe giri. “Saali maderjaat! Mere pairon pe mootegi. Saali raand muh khol,” main uske muh mein mootne laga. Lavda uske gale mein ghus kar mootne laga. Maine apni tange faila di aur wahi khade khade hugne...
The cottage part one It was a grey and gloomy sky that seemed to reach down and chill your very heart as we drove through Edinburgh. Tom and I were on our way to a xmas party. This was to be, no ordinary party. Finally we approached the entrance to the driveway that led up to Mark’s cottage. Small flurries of snowflakes were falling as we drove slowly up the winding driveway that led to Marks cottage. The driveway was lined by very old, crooked trees, their branches reaching out as...
Sometime in the following summer Melanie and I were invited up to Sue and Jake's cottage for the weekend. On the Saturday night, after a relaxing day on the dock drinking beer and barbecuing, Jake took us on a tour of the lake at sunset in his small speedboat. Jake drove, Sue sat next to him in the front and Melanie and I sat in the back. Everybody was dressed in shorts and tee-shirts. Jake cruised around the shoreline of the medium-size lake pointing out places of interest and the homes of...
Group SexAnna has fun at her cottage with her brother's new friend, Jeremiah.“My God, could it get any hotter?” Emily complained as she picked up her magazine and started to fan herself with it.“It’s only 83 degrees” I exclaimed.“You frickin' Americans and your Fahrenheit. What is that in Celsius?”“No,” I chuckled. I picked up my lemonade and took a sip savoring the sweetness as I sucked up every last drop with my straw.Emily was my longest and best friend, but it wasn't like one of those friends where...
COTTAGE INDUSTRY By Lorna E. Black PLUMBING It was December, extremely cold outside and there was me, minding my own business although extremely bored when the phone rang. It was Julie, a woman I had known for a number of years; more than that Julie was someone I really lusted after. Our friendship was purely platonic, on her part anyway. As for me I wish it were something a bit closer. Julie was really quite a strange person. Since moving into this area about five years ago,...
The cottage part one It was a grey and gloomy sky that seemed to reach down and chill your very heart as we drove through Edinburgh. Tom and I were on our way to a xmas party. This was to be, no ordinary party. Finally we approached the entrance to the driveway that led up to Mark’s cottage. Small flurries of snowflakes were falling as we drove slowly up the winding driveway that led to Marks cottage. The driveway was lined by very old, crooked trees,...
Group SexI looked over at Brock before I inserted the key into the lock of the apartment. He looked pretty husky in his uniform of worn jeans and a sweatshirt, underneath a thick black parka. I wore a woolen dress for warmth not to impress anyone certainly not Brock and some boots which covered my thicken woolen socks. The ground outside the tiny cottage had been covered with about a foot of snow and a thin Iet of icy snow colored the shingle roof. It was definitely more than cold enough to have to...
Disclaimer. This chapter, like all chapters of the Becoming Brandee strory, are intended for adult readers only Becoming Brandee Chapter Ten: Now this was totally unexpected. I had initially thought that my wife Julie and I were both to be dates for Richard and suddenly I become very aware that only my wife is Richard's date for the evening. And, once I open the front door, I will be meeting my very own date. "You look divine, Brandee," said my wife encouragingly, "Now make...
The Cottage - Part III By Michele Nylons Michele cleaned herself up as best she could in the bedroom; she only had the small sink but the water was hot and she had some face cloths and towels. She checked the door again and was happy that the chair jammed against the door handle would hold. She shucked out of her skirt and blouse, and her come-stained knickers and hose. She removed her wig and washed off her makeup. She was Mike again; the lean rangy youth whose uncle sat in the...
Last year, I was recruited by a large international company based in London. The package that they offered me was too good to turn down, and one of the most pleasant perquisites was a working tour of the resorts itowned and managed. My wife, Swati, was thrilled at the prospect and welined up her parents to watch the kids for the five week trip. Swati and I have been married for fourteen years, We are both 34 and fight the battle against aging, with Swati winning in spectacular fashion. At 5’4″...
Incest“My God, could it get any hotter?” Emily complained as she picked up her magazine and started to fan herself with it.“It’s only 83 degrees” I exclaimed.“You frickin' Americans and your Fahrenheit. What is that in Celsius?”“28." I turned and stared at her. Her face got slightly embarrassed, “Oh, that’s really not that hot." She stopped fanning herself and opened the magazine to read it instead. “No,” I chuckled. I picked up my lemonade and took a sip savoring the sweetness as I sucked up every...
Straight SexAna in a cottage in the middle of nowhereMy loving husband Victor never suspected I had been meeting secretly with Danton during at least six months… He was a handsome black man, married to a nice ebony woman, but he loved to fuck white married pussies…We took every chance we could get to go and fuck, during lunch time or in some weekends Victor was out of home, travelling or flying away.Danton always said the same excuse to his sweet wife: he was fishing with his mates at a lake in the middle...
Sam had woken up at four in the morning, noticed the flicker of approaching lightning through the curtains of the tiny cottage bedroom, and thought it wise to use the outhouse before the coming storm struck. Linda, roused when Sam got out of bed, was feeling particularly horny. Being at the cottage made sex so much easier, better and more frequent, and she was always ready for more. She planned to ambush Sam on his return from the outhouse. The thought of making love in front of the cottage...
Group SexTwenty-four-year-old Roger Phillips had inherited a substantial sum of money and was looking at buying himself something larger than the smallish flat that he currently lived alone in. He had viewed a few properties and he now had an appointment to meet a representative of the estate agent's at a quite isolated country cottage. He drove into the gate of the cottage and there, standing by her car, was an Indian woman of absolute beauty.This vision was forty-eight-year-old divorcee Maneka Patel...
SpankingIt started out as another case of me-and-my-big-mouth. I was down at my parents' and had wandered into the livingroom in time to catch the last snatch of a conversation. My sister Ria was saying stuff about closing up her cottage for the winter. Figuring that to be a pretty tough sport and feeling full of false magnanimity, I volunteered, "Well gosh, Ria, I'd certainly come out and help, not that I could get time away from the kids or afford the airfare." I really would have been just as...
Becoming Brandee Chapter one: My wife, Julie, peered into the office where I was sitting at one of computer desks typing an IM to a new friend I had recently met on the internet. "Is this the man you have been telling me about?" "It is him, honey. As I've told you he is very different than most of the others I have chatted with online and I find myself really liking him and the way he thinks." She smiled back, "A girl does need a good man to share some of...
Ms Nandhini – My School TeacherBy KINGPHANTOMEmail: [email protected] 2Lesson – 1 – How to MasturbateThe morning after I Dry Humped our new class teacher’s ass on our school bus. I woke up hearing my older sister Nithya chechi (Starring “Nithya Menon”) calling out my name. “Shyam you idiot, come on get up. You are late for school. I am gonna tell mom, you better get up.” She shouted at me. It’s a curse to share a room with your older sister. She wants to decide on everything that’s...
Becoming Brandee Chapter Eight: Sitting at my vanity I carefully outlined my lips. Then I pulled out a tube of china pink lipstick and coated them. My refection pleased me so much. Finally, I coated my pretty colored lips with two coats of shiny sticky lip gloss. I winked at Richard reflected in my mirror who was watching me get ready for work. I then stood up to face him in my freshly ironed cocktail waitress uniform. Today I would be wearing my pink uniform. I loved wearing...