Lust Story 3:Woh Garmi K Din

Kamla knew that learning new things took a while, but this was ridiculous. She rearranged her short, floral dress and tried to straddle the electric-blue bicycle again. Perhaps she should have dressed more appropriately for cycling—but it was a hot day and her curvy body needed to breathe. The thin straps of her dress kept falling down, exposing her golden-tanned skin, it had been a perfect summer.

The sun was hot on her forehead and she wiped at the light sheen of sweat that was forming. Her icy-blonde hair was sticking to her face and she blew at it. At least nobody was around to watch her embarrassment. The quiet path near the sun-soaked meadow was deserted and the only thing she could hear was the soft breeze, ruffling through the leaves. Isn't it looks like Some hot scene is going on with her.

Kamla was determined to finally crack the riding thing once and for all. She took a last pull of water from her sparkly bottle and put it back down, empty. A drop of liquid escaped her lips and dripped onto her glowing cleavage, rolling gently down the middle of her large breasts. It was deliciously cooling; a pleasant distraction from the work at hand.

There was even a picnic snack of cherry-scones and luxury cream awaiting her as a celebration if she managed to pull this riding thing off. Since childhood, she’d been conscious that bicycling was a rite of passage she had yet to master. But now that Kamla was at university, and everyone around her was always nipping around town on their bikes, it was almost too late to admit to not knowing how.

All her guy friends would have leapt at the opportunity—but it was their unspoken keenness to put her into a damsel-in-distress mode that put her off. She loved attention, of course, but only when she was sure of herself—when she could hold the metaphorical reins or call the shots. Weakness was no fun.

Kamla could have done with a hottie of her own—her on-again-off-again flirtation with Danny was on the outs. Danny was handsome and a smooth talker—he always managed to get her to go out with him once again—but he didn’t really do it for her in bed.

It wasn’t really Danny’s fault. Her previous relationship was a hard one to live up to. Her ex had satisfied her in ways she hadn’t known were possible. He’d had big fingers and an even bigger cock, one that had perhaps spoiled her for all future men. She imagined him now—his broad shoulders and big, veiny muscles. He would have picked her up and saddled her, no problem!

Kamla flopped onto the grass. Her mojo was low and she was sexually frustrated. Perhaps a little distraction in the sunlight would rev her back up and give her some juice to try the bike again.

The rays of the sun were getting her turned on. She stroked her hand lazily on her neck, swooping down her décolletage to tease herself. Her nipples perked up through the thin silky fabric of her dress. The visual of her own body looking ready to go, got her wetter. The material of her bra was soft but still, the underwire poked into her. She undid the back of it expertly, and while still keeping a vague eye on the deserted lane, let her large breasts out into the summer air.

It was a delicious relief, and as always, she was proud at seeing her peony-like nipples popping up. They were dusky pink and looked good enough to eat. Her curves were wholly distracting, even to her.

Her ex had been good at massaging her bottom. It was so large and round, he’d not been able to palm it fully—even with his massive hands. She imagined his strong digits on her, his hands pounding and kneading on her ass, giving it playful smacks every now and then.

He’d made her come from just ass-play sometimes. Remembering her orgasms so vividly made her even more wistful for his sexual skills… What she wouldn’t give for someone to give her those kinds of thrills again.

Kamla was hot as fuck and not self-conscious at all anymore. She tugged her panties down her long limbs. No tan lines at all to worry about now. The sun on her body made her a little animalistic and she stroked her bubble-butt, wondering why she hadn’t the foresight to have brought one of her trusty vibrators for some spontaneous outdoor sex.

Her pussy did love a bit of vibration though. There were so many sex toys in her bedside cubby, she sometimes struggled to pick which one for sex with vibrator. She would have loved to have ridden her Ruby Glow now—instead of this silly two-wheeler which she couldn’t work out anyway.

Still stroking her ass, Kamla pulled her bum-cheeks apart and wondered what the sensation would be like to get sunshine right inside her. If she splayed her legs and arched her butt, would the sunlight hit her slit? It sounded like an illicit thing to try and she wriggled herself into position, enjoying the sensation of the blanket simultaneously rubbing against her erect nipples.

Was he fuckable? Kamla thought maybe. He had a lithe rough-and-readiness to his body and he did have perfect hair. He was fairly dextrous too, if she recalled his pen-playing right. “Hey,” she said to him, trying to sound tough. “Nobody tell you it was rude to stare?!” He took a moment to reply. “Oh, I know it is,” he said slowly. “But I couldn’t help it.”

His tone was drawling and he didn’t seem to be uncomfortable at all. His dark slate-blue eyes were dilated and there was a cockiness which secretly intrigued her, not that wanted to admit it. Kamla stared at him insolently. He was going to have to graft here. Almost a full minute passed.

“Hey, I’m sorry,” he said eventually. “I know you from Psych lectures, right? I should have said something as soon as I stopped for water and noticed you—but you were in your own little world.”

Kamla flushed; her whole body prickled with goosebumps—and anticipation. How much had he seen? How much did he want to see? “You look a bit hot, can I offer you some water?” His voice had become conciliatory and he offered her his bottle. “I’m Kamlesh, by the way.” She was hot and at least somewhat covered with the blanket now. Kamla arched a brow and nodded. Kamlesh came a bit closer.

“I’ve noticed you before,” he said, with a wry smile. Kamla waited for him to say more. “You always look perfect in those early lectures. Everything matches, your long nails and your bags—and your hairbands.” He smiled broadly and made a floppy movement near his own head as if to demonstrate where a hairband would go.

It was almost funny when boys tried to explain why they found her so appealing. Something to do with the polarising appeal of extreme opposites attracting. She knew her power over men and loved to wield it with her highlights and her heels, her subtle scents and flashes of soft, suckable skin.

Kamlesh sat on the grass next to her, not too close. But she could sense him wanting to lean in, to sneak a peek at more of her now-hidden but enticing figure.

Kamla studied his curls again. He smelled good too—fresh, like cut lemon wedges and gin. It made her want to have a drink, a proper drink. If it had been later in the evening, she might even have suggested he go get a bottle and bring it back for them to share. She was in the mood to be indulgent and more than a little bit naughty.

“You are incredibly pretty,” he said. He was licking his lips, but not as if he was trying to be deliberately sensual. Almost like her charms were actually making his mouth dry. “Well, thank you, Kamlesh. I think so too.” There was a quirky lift to her voice and they both laughed, lightening their shared intimacy. Kamla let a corner of the blanket fall away. Both of their eyes tracked the movement and an anticipation-filled pause ensued.

Kamlesh turned his face fully to hers. He began to say something and she stopped him mid-flow, raising a finger to his lips. Kamla grinned and then gave him a full kiss, enjoying the pillowy sensation.

Kamlesh lifted his fingers—those dextrous digits—and immediately found her pert nipples through the fabric, circling them with feathery movements. She groaned at his touch. She’d been so close to coming, even before he joined in, that this first spark he ignited made her almost combust.

Kamlesh took a sharp breath in and stared at her naked, spread-eagled body like something out of a movie. His eyes were almost navy blue, and she enjoyed the reaction she saw in them. He lowered his head, nuzzled her cleavage and licked down her tummy, stopping at the little thatch of hair above her clit.

“Can I?” he asked. “I insist,” Kamla replied saucily and settled in like a cat getting comfortable. Kamlesh dipped his head into her and she stroked his soft curls as he began to lap. “Hmm,” he said. “You smell great, like peaches and cream.” “Well,” she said with a wicked glint. “I actually have something like that in my bag.”
Kamlesh looked up, delighted anticipation across his face.

She pulled out the tub of clotted cream and lifted the lid off. She sniffed at its richness and her mouth watered. Kamlesh saw her obvious enjoyment and laughed softly.

He carefully took a dollop and put it right on her nipples. Licked them softly and then trailed down her tummy again with his wet tongue.

She was molten, like gold that had liquified in the hot sunlight. His fingers and tongue merged together in a cornucopia of pleasure. And then there was the cold cream, right on her clit, it dripped further down and then his rough cat-like tongue driving in and out of her. Fuck, yes. She was going to come very quickly. She began to buck earnestly into his mouth but he quickly pulled up from her body.

“No, not yet,” he said. “I can make it even better for you. Wait a sec.”

He yanked down his shorts and Kamla admired his erection springing free. It was long and almost throbbing. She held her orgasm at bay while she decided if it was for her. Yes.

Kamla pushed him down and straddled Kamlesh with her wet, creamy pussy, guiding him in. He filled her up with one slick movement, and she had a flashback to her ex, with his expertise in stretching her out to his impressive dimensions.

Kamlesh on the other hand, rotated his hips on top of her, as if to explore her pussy with circular movements. He was deft and sure though, the cockiness coming back swiftly as shelittle mewling sounds. He had his own technique, and it was impressive how quickly Kamla submitted to it.

She cried out in deeper pleasure as he rocked his cock with thoroughness. The satisfaction on his face was complete as she grabbed his rough hand and sucked on his creamy forefinger. They were both groaning with the effort of trying to hold back while the breeze blew the scent of grass around them. The long licking foreplay, the cream with its added lubrication and the heat of the day combined to take her to dizzying heights. Kamla’s back arched and she rolled her eyes back in ecstasy. She wanted to lengthen the moment though, and slow it down, savour it.

“So fucking sexy,” he said, spreading her cheeks a little. His cock was nudging her again and dipping lower into her still-dripping slit. He ground into her from this angle, getting deeper with each thrust. The change in position and grinding technique was frankly awesome and Kamla squealed with pleased shock.

He was hitting her G-spot again and again—oh—she came hard, shuddering and shaking. Seconds later she sensed his orgasm explode and then he pulled out, showering her perfect ass with his juice.

He held her firm though, past both their climaxes, keeping his hands on her butt and massaging her as she came down from her giant wave of pleasure. Her wet curves, slick with his come, pushed back into his hands, as his deft fingers still stroked deeply, giving her little aftershocks. Luscious.

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