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Someone is waiting to LOVE YOU...
Hi Everybody,
I am Sanchita Lahiri, a 32 years old Bengali woman from Kolkata. I found this site while searching the net and I happened to go through some of the stories. I found it very interesting and thought of sharing my real life experiences with you all. This is a wonderful site and I appreciate the creators of this site for doing such a great job.
I will be publishing my experiences in a series. To start with, my first experience:
I was at the age of 19 and doing B.Com. My parents died in an accident when I was 7 years old and I was staying with my uncle (a distant relation). He was unmarried and staying alone.
I was very beautiful at that time (still I am quite beautiful), with good body shape and well built boobs and big thighs, buttocks etc. I feel any girl would be proud to have such body parts. I was the center of attention for most of the guys in the college. Frankly speaking, I enjoyed when boys used to tease me and touch me whenever they got the opportunity.
There was a Punjabi boy named Sarandeep Singh, in my class but we were not attached to each other anyway. One day I was going back home in the bus. There was heavy rush and I was standing inside. Sarandeep also boarded the same bus and came inside and stood behind me. I did not see him but he has seen me. After quite some time I felt something moving on my ass. It was a nice feeling and I can’t express what was the feeling. Saran was moving his finger on my ass as if it was accidentally touching me. Due to the heavy rush nobody could notice it as everybody was trying to stand properly. I turned back and saw Saran standing behind me. He moved a little back suddenly to show that he was not doing it intentionally but I understood that he was enjoying it. In fact, I was also enjoying it. So, I gave a half smile and turned back to my previous position. Now, he got some encouragement. After some time, I felt the touch again but this time more pressure was there. This time, he was moving his palm fully on my ass. Ooops, what a feeling!!! I stood like that for 10 minutes and he operated his hand on my ass and thighs. I was in heaven. Then his bus stop came and he got down saying ‘Bye’ to me (that was the first time he talked to me).
The next day, he did not talk to me in the college but he was looking at me occasionally during the class. While coming back from the college, he intentionally boarded the same bus and came to the same position where he was standing the other day. But he was disappointed as I was sitting in a seat near to a gentleman. Luckily I got a seat immediately after getting into the bus. He stood besides me. But he was lucky that the gentleman got down after two bus stops and he got the chance to sit with me. But since we were sitting, if he does anything a lot of people would be able to see that. So, he did not do anything me, but he started talking to me about myself, himself, studies etc. Before getting down, he asked for my phone number. Initially I was reluctant but I gave it to him and told him that if anybody else pick up the phone, say ‘wrong number’ and put the phone down because I was afraid of my uncle picking up the phone.
In the night around 11 PM the phone rang. I was in my bedroom and a parallel connection was there in my room. I picked up the phone and Saran said ‘Hello’. I came out of the room to check whether uncle has noticed it and found that he is in the bathroom. So he had not heard the ring. I came back, locked the door and we chatted for about 15 minutes. Saran was a shy person normally, but in the phone he virtually opened up his mind and told me everything what he feels about me. He praised my beauty, my body and so on ….. I really enjoyed it. After that we used to talk almost everyday. In fact, I had started liking him. After a week, my uncle went on a tour. Anyone, particularly girls can understand what happens when they are left alone in a house at such age. Different thoughts came to my mind. I was watching TV. Romantic scenes on the TV made me feel hot. I was thinking of masturbating. Suddenly Saran’s face came to my mind. I forgot everything and decided to call him. It was around 7 PM and his house was at about 30 minutes distance from my home. I rang him up and told him that I am alone and I need him. He understood the thirst in my words and immediately agreed. After about half-an-hour the doorbell rang. I rushed to the door and opened it.
To be continued……
Please send your comments at: sanch_mukherjee@hotmail.com
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