Manasvi: First Encounter - Sex Stories

Manasvi: First Encounter

... I could not see her face. She really had a silky hair for a curly texture. I stroked her head and back slowly to soothe.

In five minutes or it may be longer, but I had lost all notion of time, she turned her face to me and told her story. In short, her manager had insulted her by telling that for a girl of Gen X, its a shame that she was still a virgin. Added to that the manager had taunted her by asking if she was a lesbian. Hurt, wounded and dishonoured - she shouted and once again hid her face in my lap.

Hesitantly I started massaging her neck softly but firmly. Muscles were tight, knotted and unyielding. Gradually I extended my massage to her shoulder blades and she gave a long warm sigh. All I wanted was her to relax and steadily moved on to knead her spine. Manasvi's shallow breath had now become constant and relaxed. My hands were moving from her neck to waist in a leisurely firmness. I was happy to see her settling down calmly and was immersed in the rhythmic movement of hands and breath. I became aware of my surroundings only when the clock struck once for half past ten.

Manasvi was now between my thighs and once again there was a distant stirring inside me. Alarmed, I noticed that my penis was totally alert and expectant. To my dismay, Manasvi stirred and moaned, tightening all my muscles.

"Fuck" she said and nestled her nose near the zip of my shorts. With her every inhalation the tank became more noticed but her hot exhalations rushed all blood to ...

... my penis. I was tight and throbbing inside and Manasvi was enjoying my squirming. Is this little witch a naughty bitch, I wondered.

Suddenly Manasvi began kissing my hardness and I closed my eyes involuntarily. She raised herself slightly and moved her fingers all over my penis, beneath it lovingly. Manasvi was measuring every centimetre of my loin and I could hardly resist her examination. She was thorough, systematic, neat but most of all lusty. It was the inquisitiveness of a newly opened eyes and was amused. Just then she looked up and was irritated by my smile.

"Why the hell are you laughing at me?"

Hey, its nothing, just that...

""Fuck you...you too want to ridicule me" and once again tears rolled down.

I was flustered and thought its better to be truthful.

Manasvi, stop crying and hear me. You are engrossed with my clothed penis. I am curious what happens if I let go the shorts.

She stood up with a serious face, wiped her face and moved two steps away from me. I was cursing myself. I lowered my eyes and had no will to see into her eyes. Manasvi stared hard and

"That's true. Why don't you stand up?"

I was flustered but stood up. Manasvi bent and pulled down my shorts. While my penis was hot like a heating coil, a chill went up my spine and I shuddered.

"Ah! I thought you are experienced. Look who is shivering like a lamb", she said with a guffaw.

I was happy that she really was new to sexual love. It was double dhamaka, though totally ...