From my sight, Riya possessed super magnetic energy with an effortless, attractive girl. She radiates power to cross the boundary that I created for myself. Her every blink of an eye and sign to come closer made me more engaged.
In the past, I had lots of interaction with different girls, but not once did I feel this feeling from the bottom of my heart. Another strange thing was that she was 600 km away from Bangalore, in Coimbatore. But I always experienced her presence near me.
After a few remote interactions, suddenly Riya told me she would be coming to Bangalore. I got excited, hearing the news, but she made me promise that nobody should be aware of it. I immediately understood that she wouldn’t stay in her friend’s house and booked a room for us to enjoy.
She preferred to come on the night bus, so that she could reach early in the morning and spend the rest of the day with me. Around 7 am, she arrived in Bangalore, and we immediately picked her up and went straight to the hotel.
As per the hotel booking, check-in time was 12 pm, but I managed to do so with some extra bucks. This was her first solo trip, so both were a little bit nervous. After a long bus journey from her hometown, I instructed her to freshen up first, meanwhile, I went out to arrange some breakfast for us.
I assured her that she could be safe in that room and that she could enjoy her trip. When I returned with dosa, her favourite food, I noticed she was wearing a blue T-shirt and matching pyjamas. Without wasting any time, I made her sit in the middle of the bed facing towards me, and I started to undress her.
I faced an obstacle on her side, which was her specs. I almost threw them at the side of the bed headboard. Then I unhooked her bra, which was tightly overpacked her boobs. Her boobs just burst out in the air, keeping the shell on her.
I was astonished by the splendid view of her breast shape and size. The better explanation would be two large oval-shaped bright-yellow-coloured melons. They had a smooth surface, but at the top, a slightly waxy black ring. I couldn’t wait to touch them and squeeze them with both of my hands.
In real eyes, her figure was more marvellous than remote interaction. I had a rough visual estimation, 36-24-36 which was a dream figure for my enjoyment. Her height is approximately 4.5, which means all body accessories were within easy reach of my hand.
We had quite a few virtual sexual activities between us, as well as phone sex discussions. She was well aware of my intention to tear her body in sexual desire. I oiled her sexual appetite drop by drop by discussing it every day.
I used to make her imagine an environment where I was removing her clothes one after another. Surprisingly, she used to ask me what happened next. She had an extreme desire for physical intimacy but was not able to express it to a stranger. I felt lucky enough to increase her passion inch by inch, virtually.
We used to discuss different poses of satisfaction available in my knowledge and observe her reaction. She preferred my touch on her back so that she couldn’t have face-to-face contact. One more observation, she wanted to repeat again and again.
How I would remove her T-shirt and her inner, and then pressing her boobs with both the palms of my hands with small bites at the backside of the neck. When her libido would come to the extreme point of her face, I would start to cool down my small tickle on the side below her armpit.
I would engulf her lips into mine, putting her tangled hair on the other side. Once her lust also arrived in the warm state, I would immediately put them to high flame by parting her legs to get access to her pussy V area. I preferred her V area to be totally clean with no pubic hair.
With quick access, I would circle the clit, which would switch on her love button again. By then, her pussy lips would start drooling excessive hormones from her body. I used to give an example by saying that a packet of milk had been kept in the gas oven and was getting split as we had failed to switch it off.
In the same way, these hormones had been created by me. So she needs to spit them out of her body, or else she would get pimples throughout her body for excessive inner body heat. Saying that I would push my middle finger to drain them from her pussy.
I used to assure her that I would take utmost care of the pussy as it was not touched by anyone since her birth. I would flip a small portion of her pussy lips and drive my finger inside them cautiously. I would open that much only where the drainage could happen easily.
As a result, within a few seconds, the creamy milk would start flowing like an open water tap. I would share a major portion of the cream to consume her, whereas minor portions I will taste. This would satisfy her thirst for too long hard work and allow her to fill up her pussy again.
I would do this process again and again throughout the day till her pussy dried up like a drought area. In this way, I used to make her excited so that I could have a real taste and urged her to come to Bangalore.
But in real time, though she came to Bangalore, she was hesitating to open up. When I tried to pull her pyjamas, she was resisting me. It made me think that she was still not ready to get the pleasure.
I didn’t say a single word; beyond that, it would be forceful from her side. It would be a nightmare for her life. I want to make her first solo trip a delightful one, which she would cherish remembering.
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