Hi, I am your Bangalore guy Rajath back with the next part of my sex adventure with Maanasa.
I got so many encouraging reviews for my first part Maanasa and me – Erotic Journey. Thank you all for this gesture. A special mentioning of an amazing exclusive review by a reader named Shambavi (name changed) is indeed dick raising one for me. I dedicate this part to her.
Coming back to my story that day what happened in the park under the moonlight was the craziest moment for my life. As Maanasa and I entered the park lights were off, the watchman locked the gates and went off. we both went and sat on a bench.
Maanasa was sitting on my left. She was looking like a hot angel. behind the bench was a big tree in such a way that no one walking around the park could see us. There was a weird silence between Maanasa and me. I looked at her. She was still in the ecstasy of my story narration in the Coffee Day.
I could see her breathing was a bit heavy. Her boobs under her shiny black kameez were going up and down. She was looking straight with a strange thought in her mind.
Me: Maanasa, are you ok?
Maanasa (regaining her sense): Ha Rajath, I am fine.
Me: Are you comfortable sitting here or shall I drop you home?
Maanasa: No, I am fine here. Let us stay here for some time.
Maanasa had promised me on the Coffee Day that today I will get to touch soft parts of her body under dupatta. This was making all the noise inside my mind. I was desperately waiting to touch her soft and big melons. But I wanted Maanasa to make the first move.
(When a girl makes the first move means she is in peak and can no longer wait for it. I wanted her to reach that peak).
Me: Maanasa, how is the day so far?
Maanasa: Day ha? A different day has just started for me. It started on the Coffee Day. Rajath, I never thought you are so good at narrating a sex story. I felt as if the sex activity of that story is happening right there in front of my eyes. At some point, I even imagined the girl in the story as me only.
Me (suddenly): Oh, then in place of the boy in the story whom did you imagine?
Maanasa (with a smile): you naughty, you want to know who was that guy?
Me: Ha, very much.
Maanasa: The guy in the story is someone who is going to put his hands on me now. The first guy ever on the earth to touch my naked boobs.
Guys, I must tell you, my heart skipped a beat. In a fraction of second, my mind reminded me of all the moments. Right from the first sight of seeing her in college bus to seeing her black bra strap in Coffee Day. To the numerous chances of staring at her body curves to that day’s Coffee Day incident.
Before my mind could come to senses she had hugged me. A girl whom I desperately wanted to enjoy. A girl whom I thought of having in my bed is right next to me on a full-moon day in a closed park hugging me tightly. It was the first hug ever from a girl to me like that.
Her hands were firmly tied around my neck, her boobs pressed hard against my chest. The softness of her boobs was making my dick erect. For a few seconds, I was pleasantly surprised at my fortune and was not knowing how to respond. Then I slowly regained my senses and wrapped my arms around her waist.
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