I have often heard that men think of sex every 30 seconds. If such is truly the case I wonder how we as a species have progressed thus far technologically since the male in our species is the one that is in charge. Anyway that is a subject of discussion for a different time and forum. What I want to bring to your attention is that I,
a woman had reached a stage where I thought of sex every 30 seconds, well almost. I am married, but my marriage is on the rocks. I have no children of my own, but I do have a step son from my husband's first marriage, that ironically ended in a divorce. Anyway, my marriage, being in the sorry state it is, you can well imagine my plight when it came to sexual gratification.
I had not had sex for over 5 years. Being from a middle-class, conservative Indian family, I strived hard to make a show that there was nothing wrong with my marriage, so that no one in the Society would judge that anything was amiss. My son was quite aware of the tensions between us, but never carried stories outside the house.
He and my husband occupied one bedroom and I the other. The maid was trustworthy and also did not gossip about my situation. So, that is the background to my sexual frustration. As a woman with a conservative upbringing and not accustomed to sexual expression, I did not really miss anything for the first 2 years. I kept myself busy and distracted.
Then, a young man entered my life. I run a networking business, selling household products. This man, his name is Yohann, was introduced to me during the Society get together. Being on the look out for prospective clients, I had a word with him and over a period of three months he decided to join my network.
Now, since we were in the same business, we would meet at least once a month and sometimes as often as once a week to discuss business issues. This went on for 3 years during which I got to know Yohann well as a trusted friend. Slowly he became my confidante as I shared the misery of my married life with him.
I found Yohann to be a good listener, we shared the same sun-sign and a common interest in personality development, and spirituality. With my married life providing no outlet for my sexual urges and my growing closeness with Yohann, it was only a matter of time before I started finding solace in fantacising about Yohann during my once in a month or so self gratification sessions.
I used to masturbate using the handle of my hair brush and imagine that it was Yohann who was making love to me. While the time gaps between my masturbation sessions remained few and far between, I noticed that my thoughts about sex and sexual fantasies were increasing, till it reached a stage where during every spare moment I imagined myself and Yohann
sharing the pleasures of our naked bodies amongst the soft covers of my bed. I was becoming desperate and slowly I hatched a plan to seduce Yohann. Yohann used to visit me every Monday to discuss business. I was alone at home through most of the day, since my husband went to work and my step son had to go to school and then to tuitions.
Over the past few months I had been talking to Yohann about how lonely I was feeling and he would always tell me that I could call him up whenever I needed to talk. One Monday I called Yohann and asked him to come home early from work so we could meet by 4 pm instead of the usual 6 pm as I had an interesting proposition for him.
Never the one to disappoint me, and assuming it had something to do with the network business, Yohann promised to be at my place at 4pm. I was determined to seduce Yohann today. I could concentrate on little else the whole day except my plan. I already knew that Yohann found me attractive and had often caught him, without his knowledge catching a fleeting,
lustful glance at my body, be it my legs as I tucked them in to sit on the couch; my breasts when I bent over to serve him tea on a tray; or the shape of my bottom as I bent to pick something off the ground. During these moments I would see his eyes turn frigid and look both at me and through me.
However, he never made any advances and always behaved like a gentleman and a true friend, but I knew that was only a mask, and he was just as human as the next young hot-blooded man. I had often seen Yohann staring at my feet and I guessed that he had some kind of foot fetish.
I assumed that he was turned on slightly by looking at women’s feet, and he could safely stare at them without arousing anyone’s suspicion, since it was not a commonly accepted sexual part of a woman’s body. So, I took time that day to give myself a home pedicure and paint my toe nails. I wore a full maxi like I always did in the house which covered my body right up to my ankles.
But, this maxi was sleeveless and although it had a high neck line it was loose, so when I bent over one could easily see my breasts. I wore no bra that day, not even a panty. A couple of minutes past four, my door bell rang and sure enough there was Yohann standing at the door. I opened the door and noticed that after a quick glance at my face while he greeted me with a hello,
his eyes darted down to my feet and lingered there for just a moment too long, arrested I’m sure by the freshly painted reddish-brown toe nails. I invited him straight to my room as was the usual practice. As he passed me, I felt a ripple of excitement course through, starting from my chest and running down to my feet, as I thought of what I had planned.
I was not just wet between my thighs, but drenched and felt a moment of weakness as my legs trembled. I shut the main door and followed him to my room. He threw himself on my bed, which offered the only seating space in my room, tucked one leg under him while he let the other rest on the ground and asked, “So what are you offering me?”.
This was typical of Yohann, always saying things that were ambiguous. An innocent question, yet with so many deeper meanings. “Just a minute”, I said, walking towards the exit to my room. As I passed the full length mirror on the front of my cupboard, I caught a glimpse of Yohann staring at my feet.
Just to tantalize him and get his hormones flowing, I put one foot up on the edge of the bed at its far end. My maxi folded up revealing my shin. I pressed my ankles commenting mundanely that my ankle was hurting. I sensed his eyes take in my foot and my freshly painted nails. I let him feast on my legs for a few moments and then walked out into the kitchen,
where I already had two cool drinks prepared, sitting ready on a tray. I picked up the tray and walked back into the bedroom. I bent to offer him the cool drink. As I bent, my loose neckline dropped down so that he could clearly see my breasts, if he looked down my maxi. I did not look at him, but at the tray as I placed my hand on the glass to lift it from the tray.
What he did not know was that I could see the reflection of his face in the stainless steel tray which I had chosen for that very purpose. I saw his eyes settle on my face, and then his glance dropped a little lower, no doubt taking in the sight of my naked breasts. My nipples were already standing out and tingling. “That’s what I’m offering and more” I said, as I looked straight into his face.
My voice had turned husky as I spoke in response to the extreme state of arousal that I was in. Caution be damned, I had made the first move, spoken my innermost desire and made myself vulnerable. I felt like I had plunged into cold water, my stomach sank, I felt a rush of embarrassment flush my face, I wished I were dead.
Yohann just sat there staring back at me and then without breaking eye contact took the tray from my hand and placed it on the side table. It felt like an entire minute or two, perhaps five, I don’t know. Time just stood still. It was in fact just two or three seconds. Suddenly the cold water, turned to a bath of warm fluid, a warm and comfortable heat built up between my thighs,
the embarrassment vanished even before it could actually take control. I felt dizzy and found myself falling onto him and coincidentally our lips met. It was actually Yohann pulling my head toward him and drawing me into a tight lip lock. I felt his tongue probing my lips open, touching my teeth. I opened my mouth to let his probing tongue explore my mouth.
My eyes were closed, all my senses focused for now just on this intimate contact in my mouth. The initial hurdle had been overcome. The ball was set in motion and things had worked out exactly according to my plan. I was kneeling on the ground in front of Yohann and our tongues were rolling in my mouth. Slowly he withdrew his tongue bit did not break apart.
I followed his retreating tongue into his own mouth. Our saliva intermingled and we were breathing loud and heavy. After a minute or so, we broke our deep kissing. I realized only then, that my maxi had been pushed up above my waist. Yohann’s hands were caressing my bare buttocks.
Every now and then the fingers of his right hand traced the furrow between my arse cheeks and his index finger circled my anus. I stood up and with one fluid motion pulled my maxi over my head, revealing my naked body to him. With feverish frenzy Yohann, stood up and began tearing his clothes off. I tugged at his pants and in a few moments we were both naked.
His organ was not large. It had been circumcised and the head was glistening with pre-cum. It was about 6 inches long and was standing almost vertical. His pubic hair covered his balls. I just had time to take in these details when he pulled me to him and crushed my body in an embrace. He buried his face in the hollow of my neck and then began nibbling it.
I felt the heat of his entire rod against my stomach. Involuntary he began thrusting and I pressed his body hard against mine. He then turned me around pushed me against the bed and as I lay down he parted my legs revealing my pussy. I had trimmed my pubic hair so my vaginal lips were clearly visible. “Yohann…..” He shifted his glance looking at my face.
I didn’t have to say any more. I lifted my legs up and outwards, as one reaches with ones arms to embrace someone. He positioned his body over mine, his stiff, erect penis twitching in anticipation and salivating pre-cum in expected anticipation of the feast that was imminent. A drop separated from the tip of his penis and landed on my clitoris.
The coolness of the liquid sent a shudder down my body. He slowly descended and I closed my eyes envisioning his organ making contact with my wet vagina…the pressure exerted on my vaginal lips, pushing them aside, exposing my dripping wet love hole….. and then his flesh entering into the intimate part of my body, filling the vacuum that I had lived with for five years.
I let out a moan as a breath of air escaped my mouth as if to accommodate the flesh that had entered my body below. Yohann began to rhythmically hump me. He buried his face in my neck, nibbling my ear lobes. Even though my loins were on fire sending pulsating sensations through my body as a result of the continuous pounding of his organ,
the feeling of moist warm breath and the soft wet tongue exploring my ear lobes sent shivers through my spine. He then lifted himself and began thrusting in and out of my vagina like a piston. After a few strokes his penis slipped out of my oozing vagina, but his organ was so firm that on the next downward stroke,
his penis hit the outer lip of my vagina and just slid into the waiting clasp of my vagina. I could now hear the squelching sound as the air forced in by his second entry made its way out of my love hole. I caught sight of our fused bodies in the glass of the show-case against the far wall opposite my bed. My arms clasped his shoulders.
One of my legs hung over the bed, resting on the ground, while I had the other straight up at 90 degrees to my body supported on the wall beside my bed. Yohann’s body lay in between, moving up and down, with each thrust that he made into my vagina. The room was filled with the sounds of sex, sounds I had not heard for years.
Yohann was breathing heavily, while I was moaning in ecstacy to the rhythm of his humping. There was the slapping sound made by our pelvises and thighs as his flesh beat down on mine, mixed with the occasional squelching sound from within my vagina. I was like a crazed animal. My body desired just one thing, sex, more sex and still more sex.
“Fuck me Yohann, fuuuck meee, Oh God Fuck me”, I moaned. I was thrusting my pelvis upwards to meet his hot rod. Yohann was grunting from the exertion of our sexual act. So far he had said nothing, just breathing and grunting. And then it happened, suddenly, with little warning and with uncontrollable force.
‘Yohaaaannnn’, I gasped through tightly clenched teeth, as wave after wave of explosive currents coursed through my body. My legs clasped his thighs, my heels digging hard into his buttocks, my hands were wrapped around his back, and I pulled him with every ounce of strength that I possessed. Like an animal I exerted all my force in an attempt to make the moment last.
‘Ahhhhhhhhhh, Ahhhhhhhhh, AHhhhhhhh, I moaned through a half open mouth. Suddenly I felt Yohann crushing my body, with equal force. His penis seemed to grow in size deep inside for a moment and then I felt his hot liquid shoot deep inside. 'Unghhh, Unghhh, Ahhhh, ‘Jyoooootsnaaaaa, Jyoootsnaaaaa, Jyotsnaaa, Jyotsna he cried in time with each spurt of his hot, creamy juice.
And then our bodies went lax, spent of almost all energy. I shivered each time his penis twitched releasing the last of his seed into my now highly sensitive vagina. For the first time since our bodies united we made eye contact. I stared into his eyes, looking deep into him, seeing the gratitude, joy and fulfillment that I felt, reflected there.
Over months, the secret desire that had been building up had finally found release. We were still coupled together by his penis and his mouth now clamped down gently on mine. The fevered frenzy of lust was behind us for the moment.
With slow unhurried passion we rolled our tongues around our mouths, savouring the after taste of lust we had just spent on each other. It was time now to explore, to examine and to relish each other’s body. The next half of my first escapade I will write later. Awaiting your comments.