An Unexpected Night with My First Love: Desire and Romance Revisited

This is my First Sex story I would love to share.

Sex encounter with my old crush after a long time

Part 1

Hi, my name is Sunaina. I’m from Bengaluru, and I’m a 22-year-old single, straight female. I work in an IT firm as a Cloud Architect. I have dusky skin, am 5 feet 1 inch tall, and my body measurements are 36–34–40. Due to short-sightedness, I wear glasses. I also have long, thick, black hair that extends to my low waist.

This is my first time sharing an experience on a platform, so bear with me. A year ago, I attended a friend’s wedding, reluctantly. Little did I know, it would lead to an unexpected encounter with my first crush, Arjun, sparking a series of intriguing events.

The incident I’m about to share occurred a year ago when I was invited to a wedding by one of my school friends. Initially, I wasn’t interested in attending. However, another school friend had already created a WhatsApp group, added most of us, and flooded it with messages about gifts, attire, dance songs, and more. Despite my disinterest, I decided to observe how everyone had changed. As I browsed through the display pictures (DPs) of my “grown-up friends,” I came across the picture of my first crush. After school, I had lost contact with many of them due to my relocation within Bengaluru. Moving within the city often feels like moving to an entirely different city itself.

He still looked as attractive as ever (and so did I). However, I’m that person in the group who radiates a significant charm as I had a glow up after my school days. Some guys in the group started texting me after getting my number, but I chose to ignore them.

Eventually, due to persistent persuasion from my school bestie, Rachana, I reluctantly agreed to attend. I got ready in a black transparent saree paired with a half-sleeved blouse. I applied some subtle makeup, darkening the Kajal slightly and adding a black bindi. I adorned a few accessories, with Jhumka being the highlight. Yes, I ensured I looked attractive and hot (as I intended to stand out). The scorpion tattoo on my waist added an extra touch of allure. Spritzing on some Chanel perfume, I was all set. When Rachana arrived, she couldn’t help but be instantly jealous, as I appeared better than her. Nonetheless, I put on my heels, hopped into my car (just for your information, I own a Renault Kwid and drive proficiently), and headed to the wedding hall with her. Unfortunately, I had forgotten my glasses, but I managed to reach the venue by driving cautiously. Due to a full parking area, I had to park my car outside. Rachana got out of the car, informed me she would be inside, and left.

The entire conventional hall was beautifully decorated. Upon entering, I noticed a significant crowd (it’s an Indian Gowda’s wedding, so what else can I expect?). I also observed random guys, uncles, and even aunts staring at me. I was a little overwhelmed, but I enjoy that attention. Rachana then called my name and waved at me from one of the corners where all my old friends had gathered. As I walked towards them, I saw him — my old crush, Arjun. He was the hottest guy in the room, and I feel like he still is. Standing at 5'10'’, he had a dusky skin tone, looked muscular (probably hitting the gym regularly), and was dressed in a black shirt with two unbuttoned buttons, grey pants, and polished, shiny shoes. He wore a silver chain, a black wristwatch (not sure about the brand), and had a nice haircut that suited his face, along with a well-grown beard. I knew he would wear black, as it was his favorite color.

Apologies, let me continue. I could sense from everyone’s eyes that they were shocked to see my glow. I shook hands with everyone, including Arjun. His handshake was very firm. We made eye contact for more than necessary, and I became nervous, intentionally looking somewhere else. Then, we all chit-chatted, and Arjun and I spoke normally. We reminisced about events that were nostalgic. During this phase, I could somehow tell that Arjun was checking me out, as were many of our guy friends. Yes, I loved that attention a lot.

Then we went to the stage where the groom and bride were, congratulated them, took photos, and proceeded to the dining hall. Since I was on a diet and avoided heavy meals at night, I only had a few items. Subsequently, everyone headed to the bar section. Given that I had to drive back and had also forgotten my glasses, I chose not to go and opted to spend more time with Rachana or anyone else. After a while, Rachana went to the dance floor and started dancing. She later pulled me to join, but being in a saree and heels, I limited myself, although I managed to dance a bit. I didn’t see Arjun; perhaps he was in the bar section. Afterward, I returned, sat down, and decided to leave. I invited Rachana to join, but she declined, enjoying herself and planning to reach home in the morning with someone else’s assistance. I agreed, went outside, and was surprised to find it raining. Unfortunately, I had to get drenched as my car was parked outside.

I got into my car, slightly wet due to the rain (physically wet, LOL). Since I was wearing a transparent saree, my cleavage was visible, but I ignored it. I turned on the music, started driving, and unknowingly took the longer route instead of the shortcut, which I later regretted. Stuck in traffic at 10 o’clock, the weather, the music, and my wet state made me wish I had a boyfriend. Although I don’t believe in relationships and only date guys for hookups, I haven’t had any recently due to work commitments. I thought about going home, watching some porn, and using my hero (DILDO). By the way, I live alone in a 1BHK, and my parents visit me occasionally.

Then, to my surprise, I saw Arjun near a bus stand, fully drenched. I could tell he was alone, as his bike (a KTM) was parked in front of the bus stand. I slowed down, contemplating whether to approach him. Unknowingly, I was a bit flustered, so I turned on my perfume without realizing it, reapplied my perfume, and adjusted my saree to reveal my cleavage and navel. I don’t know why I did that. I stopped and started calling him, but he didn’t notice. I called him on the phone, and he answered. I told him and began waving. He smiled, came over, and sat inside my car.

I said, “Arjun, what happened? I didn’t see you after dinner.” He answered, “No, Sahana, I really wanted to stay, but I got a call. So, I had to leave.” Thinking he might need a drop due to the heavy rain and an emergency, I suggested I could drop him wherever he wanted. He declined, saying, “No, Sahana, it’s too late. I think you need to reach home early. Maybe your parents might be waiting.” Since the next day was Sunday, I told him I lived alone and could still drop him. He insisted on a charger, so I offered to get it from the glove compartment. However, when I opened it, the charger fell. Both of us tried to grab it, accidentally bumping our heads. We apologized and found ourselves in close proximity, feeling each other’s hot breath. We made intense eye contact, saw each other’s lips, and he leaned in. We kissed, and I could taste chocolate on my lips, as he had chocolate ice cream at the wedding. We snapped back to reality as his phone started ringing.

He said, “I think I need to leave, um, bye. Good night. Reach home safe.” Confused, and with my car’s glove compartment open, I noticed my visiting card. I offered it to him in case he needed it, and he left.

“Then I started driving home, and all the way, I was thinking only about him. I was regretting why I didn’t make a further move. What if it might have led to a wonderful night? On the other hand, I was also regretting whether he judged me or if I did something wrong. Eventually, I reached home. After parking and reaching the home’s gate, I got my keys from my bag, opened the door, and entered. Then, I locked it. I checked the time; it was 11. Feeling sad about what happened, I didn’t feel like changing. Neither did I feel like watching porn or doing something else. Instead, I went to the rack where a bottle of Smirnoff vodka was hidden, took it, mixed it with chilled soda, and started drinking while sitting on the sofa, just thinking about the kiss and Arjun.

Suddenly, I heard the doorbell ring. I was worried about who would visit me at this time. Anyway, I got up, went to the door, and looked through the see-through part. And, OH MY GOD, IT’S ARJUNNNNNNNN. I was completely shocked. Then, I unlocked the door. Seeing him completely drenched with his helmet on his elbow, we again made a lustful eye contact, and boom, we started kissing each other as if the world was going to end, very passionately, right at the door.”

Sex encounter with my old crush after a long time

Part 2:

We kissed passionately at the door for a minute, and then he locked it, continuing to kiss me as he carried me to my room. He made me sit at the dressing table, gently removed my pallu, and began kissing my neck and cleavage. I felt a slight moan escape my lips as he gave me a hickey on my neck. His actions only fueled his desire further.

I began unbuttoning his shirt, and he swiftly removed it, revealing his impressive, muscular physique, which heightened my excitement. As I embraced him, I couldn’t help but express my pleasure with soft moans, my nails grazing his back, while he tenderly kissed me. He then lifted me and placed me on the bed, focusing his kisses on my navel, sending shivers down my spine. As I held onto his hair, he continued to kiss. Then I sat and as I removed my blouse, revealing a cup sized black bra, his reaction was intense because of those huge melons, and he began to caress and tease and squeeze them, eliciting my louder moans with every touch. It’s true, men do seem to enjoy such reactions, don’t they?

While he was enjoying the taste of those melons, my hand discreetly moved towards his pants. I began caressing him, and his lustful smile revealed that he understood my desires. He then rose from the bed, pulled out a chair, and sat with his legs apart, removing his belt. With a beckoning finger, he called me over, and I obediently followed his commands. I sat on his lap and resumed kissing him passionately while grinding against him. The pleasure was mutual, as he removed my bra and eagerly began sucking on my breasts. The sensations were intense, causing me to moan in delight. We continued kissing once he had satisfied his obsession with my melons. I proceeded to kiss my way down his chest, his abs, and eventually reached down on him, where I slowly removed his pants. He was wearing grey boxer briefs, and his manhood was impressively proportioned. I took off his boxers as well, and gently stroked his dick with my hand. As we locked eyes and exchanged smiles, I could tell that he was enjoying the experience. He urged me to showcase my skills, so I started by kissing the tip of his dick, teasing it with my tongue, and using a small amount of saliva as lubrication. Gradually, I took him into my mouth, allowing his tip to reach the back of my throat. I increased the pace, causing him to moan in pleasure. My sole focus was to ensure his satisfaction and bring him to climax. After a few more strokes, he grabbed my hair and guided my head back and forth, intensifying the pleasure for both of us. Through his moans, he indicated that he was about to reach orgasm. I then suddenly I started sucking his balls which is not so pleasant for me as it was bit more hairy just to get a climax then came back to stroking, giving him a nice blow job. And then, it happened. As he came, I made sure that his cum landed on my breasts, knowing that he enjoyed that particular image. I could see a sense of contentment in his eyes as I used my finger to collect a small amount of his cum from my breasts and tasted it reluctantly. I didn’t particularly enjoy the taste, but my main goal was to please him so that he could reciprocate and satisfy me.

Then it was my turn, so I took off my petticoat, climbed onto the bed, and seduced him with my black panties on. He slowly approached me, made me lie down, and began kissing and playing with my nipples. His hands then slowly moved down to my fresh wet pussy. He started rubbing over my underwear, causing me to moan heavily. He teased me, promising to show me heaven, and then he put his hands on my wet pussy. Since it was already so wet, he told me he was going to make me even wetter and began fingering me in that slippery state. I was in pure ecstasy. Oh my god, I love that. He asked me where exactly I wanted to be rubbed, knowing that every woman has different pleasure spots. For me, it’s not just about rubbing the clit; I love having my entire pussy pressed with his whole palm. I guided him on what to do, and he started slowly, gradually increasing the pace. My moans drove him crazy, and then I climaxed on his hands. We were both completely satisfied. But what really drove me wild was when he went down on me. I warned him that it was hairy down there since I hadn’t shaved recently, but he said he loved hairy pussies more than shaved ones. I was okay with it. He was an expert in this art. He started by kissing my navel and then went all the way down to my feet, kissing and licking my inner thighs before finally reaching my sweet spot. I couldn’t help but giggle as he continued to kiss me over and over again, just to see me giggle.

He gently licked my underwear, slowly removing my panties. Then, he began to lick my already wet pussy, commenting on how much he loved the scent. Teasing me with his tongue, he licked my clit, driving me wild with pleasure. I was thoroughly enjoying myself. Suddenly, he became more intense, devouring my pussy with fervor, causing me to moan loudly. As I approached climax, I realized I might squirt and informed him. He inserted his finger into my tight hole, fingering me as I came and even squirted, continuing to rub me. I had never experienced such pleasure before. I absolutely love squirting, it always brings me to the most intense climaxes when I masturbate.

Then, I noticed his own arousal, his erection evident. He asked if he could enter me, and I gave my consent. He quickly put on a condom that he had brought with him, teasing my pussy with the foreskin of his dick before making a sudden move, penetrating me. He reveled in the warmth of my body and began fucking me. It was slightly painful due to his thick girth, but my moans of pain only motivated him to thrust harder. After a few strokes, he ejaculated and withdrew.

However, I wasn’t finished yet, and he knew it. He began cuddling and kissing me, knowing he needed to get ready for another round. I wasn’t sure if he would be up for it, as most guys aren’t after they’ve finished. But he surprised me by revealing that he had taken a Viagra pill before meeting me, explaining that he wanted to please me and last longer. I was impressed and a bit confused. He then expressed his desire for a second round, in a position of my choosing. I’ve always loved the cowgirl position, and it seems some guys enjoy it too. So, I straddled him, kissing him all over while grinding on his hard dick. I grabbed another condom from my drawer and carefully rolled it onto his shaft before slowly impaling myself on his cock. I started fucking him slowly, giggling and moaning in pleasure. He knew he had to make me orgasm, so he encouraged me to increase the pace. We continued for a while, and oh my God, it was pure bliss. It felt like heaven.

The intensity between my ass and his dick was incredible. I watched as he thrust into me, causing my hair to bounce back and revealing his enjoyment of my bouncing boobs and loud moans. Just as I was about to climax, I pushed myself even harder, and he understood, joining in the passionate rhythm even though I was on top (he’s incredibly strong). I reached my peak, cumming on his dick, and then collapsed on the bed, taking deep breaths and smiling with satisfaction.

But he wasn’t finished yet. He turned me around and positioned me like a dog, taking me from behind. There was a dressing table next to the bed, and he made sure he had a good view so he could enjoy it from a third-person perspective while still giving it to me. He grabbed my hair like reins and began pounding into me with increasing intensity. He went even deeper than before, causing some pain, but he reveled in it.

Still full of energy, he carried me over to the dressing table, spread my legs wide, and continued his passionate assault. The force of his thrusts shook the entire table, making me feel like I was in an earthquake.

I started trembling and shivering right away when I noticed it, causing him to slow down and remove his cock. He sat on the bed, observing my trembling abdomen. However, he had a different idea. He asked me if he could fulfill one small desire — to have sex without condom on with me until he climaxed inside me. I told him that I wouldn’t assist him in that way. But he insisted that he would do anything for me if I allowed him to. After considering the situation, I realized it wasn’t my ovulation period and I had my pills, so I agreed to let him have sex without a condom but suggested he pull out instead. He agreed to the arrangement and expressed his preference for the missionary position. I was fine with it, so I lay on the bed with my legs apart. He leaned over me and kissed me passionately. This time, he wanted it to be very romantic, with my moans and slow movements, like how a married couple might make love. So, he slowly inserted his penis and began grinding against me. Since I had already had multiple sessions, it didn’t feel as special, so I had to fake my moans just to make him feel good. The moans were soft, romantic, and seductive. I called out his name each time, and he continued to make love to me slowly, which I actually enjoyed. Then, he increased the pace slightly before finally ejaculating a little inside me and pulling out to finish off on my navel. I quickly rushed to the bathroom to clean up and returned to find him asleep, naked. Since I was tired, I took a pill and slept next to him with the lights off and the blanket on. Eventually, we cuddled each other and fell asleep.

And in the morning…

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