Shalini ‘n’ Me I am Nikhil, a 25 year old. As a conservative family member and a little shy, I could not dream of a sex before marriage.
It was my friend’s sister’s wedding. Mohan, my friend invited me to join them a few days before the marriage.
The heroine of the story is Shalini. From the front, from the back, or from the side, she is an attraction to any young man.
Her father is very busy and he is going away for two days. That’s why he asked me to come. When I got there at two in the afternoon, she was expecting me. Then she explained to me about getting milk, closing etc etc.
I laughed inside because these things were familiar to me. When they got up, they said they would come home the other day and then I could go home.
There are two rooms at the top and the bottom of the house. The upper rooms are full of dust, as none are used. So they put one more bed in Shalini’s room for me. It was the first time I was in a woman’s room (except my mother’s). I fell asleep and fell asleep.
After dinner I went and slept, but I couldn’t sleep. For the first time, I am sleeping with a woman in her room.
I was struggling to control the evil thoughts that sprouted in my mind. Suddenly the door opened and someone came in. “Is Nikhil sleeping?” It was the voice of Shalini. I pretended asleep. I heard her going into the attached bathroom for a bath. The sound of water falling from the shower made me drunk. I imagined the water molecules flowing through her naked body. I wished I could get that drip for a minute.
But I wouldn’t have had the courage to do something wrong. After about 5 minutes she came out of the bathroom. Though I longed to see that beautiful woman sitting on the couch, my eyes were weak. All over the place, Pierce’s soap filled the air.
I slowly opened my eyes and looked. There was a pleasant scent coming from her hair. Shalini had hair to cover her hips. All those hairs were scattered on the pillow. I slowly lowered my position on the bed, and slowly smelled. The smell was something that made me drunk.
Turning to innocence and fear, I looked at her with addiction. Slowly I moved my left hand and touched her hips. Oh .. what a soft one. I moved my hand slightly and placed it between the meatballs. I withdrew my hand and lay down quietly, as it seemed that I had not suddenly collapsed.
After a while she turned to me. I closed my eyes and lay down quietly. Her right hand rested over my head and ran through my hair. Slowly, those fingers travelled through my forehead and nostrils, reaching my lips. I was desperate.
She rubbed my chest. The two buttons of the shirt were open so that they were intertwined. I wore a lunge.
Those soft hands licked my stomach. I was a little shy because I was a lean body. Her hands were moving. Going further, I felt that her hand would touch my penis and that she would realize that I had been awake for a long time. I extended my right arm over her as if on sleep.
Suddenly she shuddered and turned back. I waited a little longer, hoping to do something else. But Shalini was scared. She was stretching out and breathing heavily.