An erotic short story
When we were approaching, I thought the house would be a run-down shed or something. The path leading to it was carved right through the forest and the damp heat exhausted me. Through the sweat in my eyes, it was hard to locate the buildings. Like a secret someone was too ashamed to share, I expected the worst.
But the final stretch revealed something that put any mansion I had ever seen to shame. And now, I was free to roam this magnificent place. The party was booming from the villa. People were laughing and dancing. I needed a break and to catch my breath, so I left.
The triangle roof of the building towered behind me. The villa was part of the homestead that was nestled between the rich crowns of neem trees. The bloom of the numerous lights bathed the terraces and the façade in warm light. Traditional Indian decoration gave the place its character. The mixture of old and new fused into the architecture. The last remaining sun rays cascaded over the bright earthy colors of the nalukettu.
I finished my Nimbu Pani spiced with some extras and began exploring the yard on my own. There was nobody here.
The serenity of the yard was magical. The fresh green grass welcomed my bare feet. The soft blades of the grass pushed through the gaps between my toes and tickled my soles. The warm earth beneath my feet took me to the pool. It was separated from the rest of the compound by a thick bush. The natural wall provided the swimmer with some privacy.
I dipped my toes in the water and stared at the sky. The twilight was chasing away the fiery orange. Solitary clouds lazily glided through. Stars began poking the purple shroud above me. Beautiful and mesmerizing, the living painting blossoming in front of my eyes calmed me down.
I got up and splashed some water on the pristine marble. Without even thinking, with one swell move, I pushed my form-fitting dress down. It flopped at my feet. I wore nothing underneath. The heat in here made that decision for me. My British sensibilities were strained to the maximum during the day.
After we came to the house earlier, I spend a good hour under the shower, just cooling my burning skin and soul. You’d think the night chill would have made me shiver. But the evenings here were as demanding as the days. Humid and hot, I needed to refresh myself. Unbothered, thanks to the lack of a bra or panties on my body, I jumped into the pool.
As I was floating on the cool surface, I heard footsteps approaching. I snuck from the pool and sheepishly crawled closer to the green wall. Through the branches, I saw him. My good friend. Yash Arora. He invited me to this place and most likely had noticed I was missing. He held my empty glass in hand. His eyes were scanning his surroundings.
Was it the alcohol? Was it the fact I was actually attracted to him but I was not brave enough to admit it, even to myself? I couldn’t be sure. But as I was naked, huddled in the shadows and a plan was forming in my mind. I licked my lips and bared my teeth into a devious smile. I made a sound.
‘Hey, handsome,’ I whispered through the bush and Yash stopped in his tracks.
His eyes got bigger and he pushed his hand across his thick black hair. He was stunned but laughed.
‘Come!’ I yelled louder and ran.
I heard his footsteps hurrying toward my previous hiding place. When he turned the corner, I still had some space to conquer. I was sure he saw my naked figure hurling toward the water. I hope the view of my plump bare ass shacking and my arms and legs flailing, was imprinted in his mind forever.
I dived in. I stood under the water for several seconds then exploded with a big splash. I hugged the closest wall of the pool and positioned my arms on top of the wet marble. I pressed my chest against the edge and my cleavage formed below my chin. He approached me slowly with a sly smile on his face.
‘My lady is feeling adventurous tonight?’ He said with a mocking voice and thick accent.
His English was great but his intonation was traditional. He had an exotic Indian pattern that I grew to love while studying here. We finished University together. Considering how close we were, I now realized this was the first time we were doing anything frisky as friends.
We never went to the beach or did something like this. Our friendship was platonic. But here I was, mooning him with my bare ass as if it was nothing. The thought alone made me lick my lips and wild fantasies disturbed my mind.
‘You dropped this,’ he grabbed my dress and twirled it on his finger.
‘On purpose, mind you,’ I winked at him.
I expected him to run or try to protect my modesty, but the man was a quick learner. He was smooth and immediately knew where things were going. Through instinct, I was setting up the scenario and he was eager to take part in my play. He dropped to one knee with my dress still hanging from his fingertip.
‘Should I turn around?’ He smiled.
‘Yes,’ I giggled.
He barely moved his head to the side. Accentuating his jaw and prideful chin. The grin was still stretching his lips. He had such an amazing profile. He was not a supermodel, nor was I. But he was charming and the devilish sparkle in his eyes worked for me. It was time for me to include him. I reached for his collar. Water erupted with my body. My boobs bounced. My fingers found their target. I pulled him with me in the water.
In the last moment, before he went below the surface and my tits were inches away from his face, he turned and tossed my dress. The fabric landed on the ground, remaining dry. The waves of his drop splashed around me and I had to close my eyes. I was laughing hard but when I opened my eyes my laughter faded.
Yash was there, so close to me. His piercing stare glued to mine. I was bobbing on the water and half of my boobs were above. The pool was also illuminated and my naked body was not cloaked in shadows. Through the water, my figure was distorted but he could still see my nipples and the shape of my shaved mound. Yet, he was not studying me. He was watching me, calmly, with a thin smile on his full lips.
Once again, without thinking, I acted. I wrapped my hands around his neck and anchored myself to him. I pressed my nude body to his. I landed my lips on his mouth. I was eager to devour him. I wanted to invade, but he slowed me down.
His hands glided across my back and stopped above my ass. He allowed himself to squeeze my right cheek but then he returned both his hands on my hips. He pulled me even closer. My feet locked behind his waist. I melted into his embrace.
His slow-moving but curious tongue overwhelmed mine. I surrendered to his slippery serpent. I flattened my tongue and allowed Yash full access. He carried the arousing flavours of the cocktails he had drank. Sweet and sour, sweaty and passionate, the dance between our tongues and lips fuelled my loins with anticipation.
‘I want to see you,’ he whispered in my ear.
‘What do you want to see?’
‘You,’ Yash insisted.
‘Please tell me what you want to see,’ I nibbled on his earlobe as I whimper.
‘Everything. Your ass, your tits. Your pussy. Your legs and back. Your feet and arms, your hands. I want to see the real you.’
‘Yes,’ my warm breath caressed his ear.
It took real willpower for me to push myself away from Yash’s hug, but I did it. This time I was slow. I went to the steps to the side. I grabbed the railing and I took my time with leaving the water.
Inch by inch I exposed my nudity to him. My glistening shoulders had my long blonde hair spilling across them. My slim back followed. I pushed my butt toward him to arch my spine and create a more prominent curve splitting my body.
My plump British ass he already saw. But now Yash could enjoy the view properly. My round cheeks were dripping wet and they shook with each step. As I climbed my pussy peeked below my trembling buttocks. I bet it was mostly in the dark but I hoped my juicy lips were visible to him.
Even if I had some bush, it would have been easy to spot my labia through it. My pubic hair had always been on the tamer side.
It was easier for me to just remove it. I liked my vulva clean and pink. I saw no need to have the frail blonde hairs sticking randomly there.
I walked on my toes on the marble. I was not blessed with the longest legs or the thinnest frame but I knew how to present the goods I was given. My boobs swayed as I pranced around and I stood in front of Yash. I showed him the soles of my pink feet. I twirled on my toes and bent over. I spread my cheeks and displayed my asshole. Then I turned and froze with my legs wide open. My naked body towered at the edge of the pool and from the light coming from the water he got the full picture of how I looked nude.
‘Your turn,’ I bit my finger in a sly manner.
I crossed my hands but kept them below my boobs. My breast flesh sagged on top of my forearm and my nipples bobbed above. I was not about to start hiding my shame all of a sudden.
He surprised me. Yash managed to undress while he was in the water. The clothes must have been stuck to his skin but the man did a quick work of them. Soon the enticing black shadow of his penis emerged under the surface. I bit my lower lip and held my breath. My tits climbed up to my chin.
He didn’t go for the stairs. Instead, he was coming right at me. He used his palms for support and extracted his undressed body. The water sprayed my ankles and feet. And there it was. As he was on his knees his erect cock swayed for my viewing pleasure. He had a foreskin and he casually pulled it back. His pink gland escaped the clutches of the skin and was ready to attack. I exhaled and my boobs lost elevation. I loved that gesture. He didn’t think for a second. He had to ready his penis and the nonchalant way he did it, made my pussy throb.
His testicles below were almost black in the dim light. The batches of hair creating a nest around his shaft were flattened by the moisture. I was looking forward to meeting his balls up close.
We were both naked, wet, and horny. I knew I was. But seeing Yash’s pulsating cock left no doubt in my mind. This was no longer a skinny dip party for two drunk friends. We were aroused by the situation and I knew. He would take me right here.
He stood up, he was so close, his warm gland tapped my legs. We were face to face, similar height, I was still on my toes, and his cock just landed between my legs. My pussy was resting on his torrid shaft and I moaned quietly. I closed my thighs and slowly rubbed myself with Yash’s manhood.
The friction pulled away my folds and my clit landed on his shaft.
The veiny dark monster pressed against my button. The shockwaves of ecstasy filled my abdomen with fire. My vagina released the current and the sap engulfed his cock. Our juices mixed with our sweat and soon thick drops of our intimate cocktail rained over our feet. Our toes were touching.
But not only them. Our knees and thighs. My boobs were spilled over his hairy chest. Our arms couldn’t stand idle any more. His fingers were mushing my ass cheeks, my hands were squeezing his butt. Our lips danced their salivated dance again and we melted into one. At the edge of the pool, under the beautiful clean Indian sky, naked with him, lost in his embrace, I felt like a princess from a very naughty fairy tale.
Yash’s tongue was gaining flexibility with each passing moment. There was no way for me to keep up. I just let it explore my mouth and appreciate my taste. I adored his flavour and the hint of his sour drink enriched my palate.
He also firmly grabbed my thick bum and held me in place. His cock was rubbing my pussy with a clear goal in mind. A goal I was keen to reach. My clit was bubbling and the pressure applied to it was guiding this experience to a very promising resolve.
Yash stopped as if he knew what was coming.
He read my emotions before they rushed me.
He froze, his cock vibrated and my clit imploded. The waves of warm satisfaction chilled me to the bone. Cool tingles ran across my body and I felt the shivering sensation even in my anus. My whole midsection was thrashing. I collapsed on the ground. My thighs were firmly pressed against one another and I existed in absolute bliss.
As the orgasm started losing its grip on my body I relaxed. But I was in a very compromised position. Completely naked and to the side, with one of my legs stretched, my asshole and pussy were exposed.
Yash kneeled behind my trembling flesh and drove his cock inside me. My vagina responded by splashing his invading tool with her sap. The smooth friction of the penetration brought new life to my overstimulated region. Yash knew what he was doing. He climbed my stretched leg over his thigh and positioned my other leg below his testicles.
The man had a clear path of drilling. As he was moving, his balls slid onto my wet thigh. The prickling sensation of his hairy sack made me cross my eyes and pant. My breath was laboured but happy. I was getting fucked right in the open. I was laying on the wet ground. My boobs were accepting kisses from the fresh blades of the green grass. It was primal and natural.
I surrendered to Yash. I might have been the one who instigated this but he took control the moment I pulled him into the water. I was following his lead and my body was responding to his every move. My vagina was squeezing his cock and his balls were slapping my pussy and leaving a slimy path on my leg. My full focus was centred on what was happening around my vulva. The slow realization that I was made for this man was creeping inside my mind with each powerful thrust.
‘Do you like my pussy, Yash?’ I asked.
‘I love it, let me show you how much,’ he slurped his saliva and demonstrated his power.
He both pummelled my pussy like an animal and treated me like royalty. He was gentle and fierce. He would caress me one moment and I would melt. Only to change gears and apply so much pressure I would be tense and hissing through grinding teeth. His cock was scraping at the top of my moist cave in such a spectacular way; I was unable to form words in my brain, let alone have the tongue’s ability to utter them. I was transforming into Yash’s fuck toy and I was loving it.
He then flipped me around. My head was on my collected palms. My ass was high in the air and was smacking against his stomach. His hands pushed through my arms and found my breasts.
My nipples were caught between his meaty fingertips. I could never suspect that such thick, manly fingers could provide such sensual play. The pink buds stuck out from my bright areolas. Sweat was streaming between my boobs and was escaping from my body in thick drops.
‘Oh, God!’ I vocalized my pleasure.
From this angle, his dick had total dominion over my pussy. My vagina was absolutely perfect for his cock. As if it was moulded after the shape of Yash’s penis. His speed had increased and for some time he was obliterating my pussy.
‘Want to try something crazy?’ He asked from behind.
I looked at him and saw his eyes were assessing the straight tree trunk close to us. It was the only tall plant around and served to provide cooling shade during the day.
We marched, hand in hand, bare ass next to bare ass, toward the tree. I missed the feeling of his cock in my vagina. The empty void that was now agonizing in my pussy needed to be repressed for a second.
‘Lean on it,’ he nodded. ‘Hard!’
I pressed my back and butt. The bark was hard but not that scratchy. Solid and comfortable to my naked skin, which surprised me.
Even if I didn’t follow his instruction his body forced me to glue myself to the trunk. He leaned on me.
‘Step on my hands,’ he commanded and winked. I looked for his palms and one by one climbed my feet on top of them. His fingers wrapped around my soles and my toes extended away from his grip. My legs were wide open and my leaking vagina was shedding its nectar on the ground.
He was quick to cover the breach with his cock. In this position, it was as if nothing else but my pussy and the tension in my thighs existed. My whole body was shaking in reality. My boobs were bouncing and my nipples were pocking his chest. But nothing compared to the raw drilling of his cock in my spread vagina.
I wondered who would give up first. My legs or his arms? But soon those worries evaporated. Nothing outside of the fulfilling feeling of his penis within me mattered. I bounced on his cock with my eyes closed and my heart pounding. I was his and would follow this man to the end of the world.
His balls were hot and full. I could feel his sack slapping the bottom of my ass. Feeling he was approaching the point of no return; he slowed down and placed my feet back on the ground.
‘Allow me,’ I kissed him on the lips and sat on the grass.
I kept my legs open and tapped the space between them. He put his ass on my pink pussy and leaned on my boobs. I wrapped him with my arms and feet. My legs twisted around his thighs and my big toes were poking the joints of his knees. Now, he was mine! My right hand was on his cock, my left collected his testicles. His whole package in my possession. Content with his position, he sunk into my embrace and his head was on my shoulder.
I had free reign over his cock. I jerked his hard shaft. I definitely needed to practice more. I was covering his gland with his foreskin each time. I wanted to give him the maximum satisfaction but I was not sure how good this felt. Yash didn’t complain, so I kept on going. His skin was hot, his balls were fusing into one. The approach of the inevitable burned in my hands. And I stopped.
He sighed and moaned. I used his distraction to escape and changed my position. I was between his legs. I dropped to my knees and buried my face in his groin. I continued my work with my mouth. My lips engulfed the cock. The tip slid across the roof of my mouth. His testicles rubbed on my chin. This time I was there to gather what he had to share.
The cum sprayed right in my throat.
The massive torrent of sticky substance made me gag but my throat muscles were working overtime to drag the produce down. His cock spat and I swallowed.
As Yash was finishing under this beautiful tree, he stared at my trembling ass and shaking feet. My quivering body obstructed the view of the pool. And above my white, glimmering hills, the dark branches and leaves of the forest swayed lazily in the night’s breeze.
THE END