This is a tale of Nausheen’s hot, intimate encounter with me at Manipal Lake. It led to an unforgettable sexcapade where I enjoyed a blowjob from her.
Hello everyone, I’m X. Today, I’m thrilled to share an exotic experience from my college days with a fellow batchmate. This tale is not just true but also spiced up with a hint of excitement. Without further ado, let’s embark on this thrilling adventure.
I’m a young man in my early twenties, reasonably fit and friendly, with a knack for making new friends. This story begins during my sophomore year at college. At a freshmen orientation event, I quickly struck up friendships with some of my classmates and batchmates.
Among them were three girls and two boys: Priya (19), Nausheen (20), Nazreen (20), Shreyas (19), and Venol (19). The main character of our story is Nausheen. She’s fair with long, silky hair that reaches her waist and lovely facial features.
She has a great body with shapely thighs supporting a round, peachy bottom and well-endowed breasts. Giving her a perfect hourglass shape (34D-29-36) with 5’3ft height and 59kg weight.
She and I hit it off right away because we share a similar vibe. Even though we were in different classes, we’d often go for lunch together along with the others.
At our college, boys wore pants and shirts as their uniform, while girls sported kameez and shawls. She had on a kameez with a deep V-neck, covered by a shawl pinned at the shoulders.
A few weeks into the new term, the college organized a blood donation camp. Her class was put in charge of sorting out everything needed for it. So, she was busy preparing banners and flyers to hang up in the rooms and corridors. I popped into her classroom one afternoon.
I found her at the back, with a few other students around. I went straight over. I began chatting with her, lending a hand here and there as she worked away. Eventually, I sat on the desk right in front of her desk, and the view I got was quite enticing.
My excitement grew as I noticed her cleavage clad in a black bra. Her white breasts adorned in black fabric were enticing. I couldn’t help but stare as she caught me gazing at her alluring curves. Instead of covering up, she slightly leaned forward, revealing her entire chest through her kameez.
I slyly took out my phone. I pretended to text while secretly recording her perfectly rounded breasts snugly held in a bra. I captured a 7 to 8-minute video of her breasts swaying and bouncing as she moved around. The bulge in my pants was evident, ready to expose my arousal if I stood up.
After about half an hour, she finished her tasks, and we headed out of college for lunch. On the way, I couldn’t help but be mesmerized by her enticing rear bouncing up the stairs. My mind wandered to all sorts of naughty thoughts about her in my bed.
During lunch, our conversation drifted to various topics until she asked me,
Nausheen: Are you free tomorrow afternoon?
Me: Yes, why do you ask?
Nausheen: I was thinking of visiting Manipal Lake. I’ve heard it’s incredibly beautiful.
Me: Absolutely, give me a call after you finish work tomorrow.
Nausheen: It’s a deal.
The next afternoon, we visited Manipal Lake, a truly picturesque place abundant with greenery. Rock benches were placed at regular intervals along the path. We chose a bench surrounded by trees, obstructing half of the view in front of us. Behind us stood a dilapidated house.
Nausheen was wearing a burqa so that no one could recognize her in that attire. We took some selfies there to snap it from my phone. Nausheen asked if we could get anything to eat. I told her I had some chips in my scooter and that I would go and fetch it.
When I opened my scooter dicky, it had only one water bottle, so I went to bring something to eat. It took me a good 10-15 minutes to return. When I came back, Nausheen looked a little red, and her abaya was open at the neck. While eating, she started asking about my past relationships.
We began talking about love, the type of partner we wanted, and what we liked in the opposite gender. The conversation started diverting towards slightly erotic topics, sex, and fantasies. Out of nowhere, she asked why I had taken her video yesterday.
I was dumbfounded by her sudden question, stammering and not knowing what to say. She asked again if I liked what I saw yesterday when I filmed it. I was not answering her but watching my foot, scared as hell. We were silent for a few minutes.
Then it started raining, as it was the rainy season. We started to run toward the abandoned house to seek shelter. The door was open, so we went inside and waited for the rain to stop. Nausheen’s abaya was fully drenched, so she took it off to let it dry.
She didn’t have a shawl inside her burqa, so her dress was hugging her chest completely. I was dumbfounded again by the view in front of me. My dick started to twitch inside my pants. I couldn’t believe what was happening and felt a rush of excitement mixed with fear at the same time.
The tension between us was palpable. I could feel my heart racing as we stood there in that abandoned house, the rain pouring outside. The atmosphere was charged with an undeniable energy. I found myself unable to tear my gaze away from Nausheen’s captivating presence.
The air was thick with anticipation, and every nerve in my body was on edge. Time seemed to stand still as we stood there, locked in a moment of intense connection. My mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Desire warring with guilt, curiosity battling with fear.
I was lost in a haze of lust and longing, unable to resist the magnetic pull between us. Nausheen noticed me looking at her chest, playfully came closer and touched the bulge in my pants. I felt more excited as she put her hand in my pants, gripping it firmly and moving rhythmically.
She looked amused, eager, and longing. I felt a rush of pleasure as she teased me, then went down, wetting the tip with saliva, running it along my shaft, and taking me into her mouth, skillfully using her tongue. I was overwhelmed with pleasure.
Raindrops fell on her chest as she satisfied me, giving off a vibe of a pornstar. (For reference, you can think of Violet Myers). After that, she undressed me, engaging in passionate pleasure while holding onto my buttocks. Her hair got messy, sticking to her cheeks as she took a moment to compose herself.
After about 15 minutes of intense oral pleasure, I warned her that I was about to climax. Quickly, she took off her clothes and undergarments except for her salwar and panty. Vigorously stimulating me with her chest until I released onto her chest.
Exhausted, I couldn’t speak. I caught my breath. She continued to enjoy my essence on her breasts, spreading and massaging it all over her boobs. She asked if it was my first time. I nodded, and she smiled.
Unexpectedly, she revealed that it was her first time with this big cock, sharing her deepest desires. Her words ignited something in me, boosting my confidence as arousal surged again.
That’s all for this part. If you want to know what happened next, give me lots of feedback. It will help me a lot to share my other stories with you guys and girls!
Hello everyone, I’m X. Today, I’m thrilled to share an exotic experience from my college days with a fellow batchmate. This tale is not just true but also spiced up with a hint of excitement. Without further ado, let’s embark on this thrilling adventure.
I’m a young man in my early twenties, reasonably fit and friendly, with a knack for making new friends. This story begins during my sophomore year at college. At a freshmen orientation event, I quickly struck up friendships with some of my classmates and batchmates.
Among them were three girls and two boys: Priya (19), Nausheen (20), Nazreen (20), Shreyas (19), and Venol (19). The main character of our story is Nausheen. She’s fair with long, silky hair that reaches her waist and lovely facial features.
She has a great body with shapely thighs supporting a round, peachy bottom and well-endowed breasts. Giving her a perfect hourglass shape (34D-29-36) with 5’3ft height and 59kg weight.
She and I hit it off right away because we share a similar vibe. Even though we were in different classes, we’d often go for lunch together along with the others.
At our college, boys wore pants and shirts as their uniform, while girls sported kameez and shawls. She had on a kameez with a deep V-neck, covered by a shawl pinned at the shoulders.
A few weeks into the new term, the college organized a blood donation camp. Her class was put in charge of sorting out everything needed for it. So, she was busy preparing banners and flyers to hang up in the rooms and corridors. I popped into her classroom one afternoon.
I found her at the back, with a few other students around. I went straight over. I began chatting with her, lending a hand here and there as she worked away. Eventually, I sat on the desk right in front of her desk, and the view I got was quite enticing.
My excitement grew as I noticed her cleavage clad in a black bra. Her white breasts adorned in black fabric were enticing. I couldn’t help but stare as she caught me gazing at her alluring curves. Instead of covering up, she slightly leaned forward, revealing her entire chest through her kameez.
I slyly took out my phone. I pretended to text while secretly recording her perfectly rounded breasts snugly held in a bra. I captured a 7 to 8-minute video of her breasts swaying and bouncing as she moved around. The bulge in my pants was evident, ready to expose my arousal if I stood up.
After about half an hour, she finished her tasks, and we headed out of college for lunch. On the way, I couldn’t help but be mesmerized by her enticing rear bouncing up the stairs. My mind wandered to all sorts of naughty thoughts about her in my bed.
During lunch, our conversation drifted to various topics until she asked me,
Nausheen: Are you free tomorrow afternoon?
Me: Yes, why do you ask?
Nausheen: I was thinking of visiting Manipal Lake. I’ve heard it’s incredibly beautiful.
Me: Absolutely, give me a call after you finish work tomorrow.
Nausheen: It’s a deal.
The next afternoon, we visited Manipal Lake, a truly picturesque place abundant with greenery. Rock benches were placed at regular intervals along the path. We chose a bench surrounded by trees, obstructing half of the view in front of us. Behind us stood a dilapidated house.
Nausheen was wearing a burqa so that no one could recognize her in that attire. We took some selfies there to snap it from my phone. Nausheen asked if we could get anything to eat. I told her I had some chips in my scooter and that I would go and fetch it.
When I opened my scooter dicky, it had only one water bottle, so I went to bring something to eat. It took me a good 10-15 minutes to return. When I came back, Nausheen looked a little red, and her abaya was open at the neck. While eating, she started asking about my past relationships.
We began talking about love, the type of partner we wanted, and what we liked in the opposite gender. The conversation started diverting towards slightly erotic topics, sex, and fantasies. Out of nowhere, she asked why I had taken her video yesterday.
I was dumbfounded by her sudden question, stammering and not knowing what to say. She asked again if I liked what I saw yesterday when I filmed it. I was not answering her but watching my foot, scared as hell. We were silent for a few minutes.
Then it started raining, as it was the rainy season. We started to run toward the abandoned house to seek shelter. The door was open, so we went inside and waited for the rain to stop. Nausheen’s abaya was fully drenched, so she took it off to let it dry.
She didn’t have a shawl inside her burqa, so her dress was hugging her chest completely. I was dumbfounded again by the view in front of me. My dick started to twitch inside my pants. I couldn’t believe what was happening and felt a rush of excitement mixed with fear at the same time.
The tension between us was palpable. I could feel my heart racing as we stood there in that abandoned house, the rain pouring outside. The atmosphere was charged with an undeniable energy. I found myself unable to tear my gaze away from Nausheen’s captivating presence.
The air was thick with anticipation, and every nerve in my body was on edge. Time seemed to stand still as we stood there, locked in a moment of intense connection. My mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Desire warring with guilt, curiosity battling with fear.
I was lost in a haze of lust and longing, unable to resist the magnetic pull between us. Nausheen noticed me looking at her chest, playfully came closer and touched the bulge in my pants. I felt more excited as she put her hand in my pants, gripping it firmly and moving rhythmically.
She looked amused, eager, and longing. I felt a rush of pleasure as she teased me, then went down, wetting the tip with saliva, running it along my shaft, and taking me into her mouth, skillfully using her tongue. I was overwhelmed with pleasure.
Raindrops fell on her chest as she satisfied me, giving off a vibe of a pornstar. (For reference, you can think of Violet Myers). After that, she undressed me, engaging in passionate pleasure while holding onto my buttocks. Her hair got messy, sticking to her cheeks as she took a moment to compose herself.
After about 15 minutes of intense oral pleasure, I warned her that I was about to climax. Quickly, she took off her clothes and undergarments except for her salwar and panty. Vigorously stimulating me with her chest until I released onto her chest.
Exhausted, I couldn’t speak. I caught my breath. She continued to enjoy my essence on her breasts, spreading and massaging it all over her boobs. She asked if it was my first time. I nodded, and she smiled.
Unexpectedly, she revealed that it was her first time with this big cock, sharing her deepest desires. Her words ignited something in me, boosting my confidence as arousal surged again.
That’s all for this part. If you want to know what happened next, give me lots of feedback. It will help me a lot to share my other stories with you guys and girls!
