23-year-old student seduced me with wild story
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Submit Report Has there been a moment in your life that began innocently but ended up making a lasting impression on your mind and spirit? Have you gone into the moment thinking it’s just another person, another interaction, but have come out of it transformed? Rejuvenated? Just a few short months ago, I was blessed with an experience akin to what I describe above. It was thrilling, electric. It still sends shivers down my spine; it makes my hair stand up. During summer this year, I traveled from the US, where I live, to a major coastal city in Australia, where I’d been invited to conduct a 2-week training for students on the impact of AI on biotech research. It was my first trip to that country. Of course, Australia is not completely unknown to us Indians. As a kid growing up in India, I used to be enraptured by early morning telecasts of cricket matches in Melbourne, Sydney, Brisbane, et al. Beautiful cities, coastlines, modern stadiums. Then I grew up and immigrated to the US and traveled the world, including Europe, West Asia, and North America, but had never had the occasion to visit Australia. Until now. I checked into a guest house right across from a student dorm, where a mix of Aussie and international students were housed. It was a co-ed facility, quite common in that part of the world. The first couple of days went uneventfully. I acclimatized myself to the routine of doing day-long workshops and spending the evenings on my own. On the third day, when I was walking over to my guest house around 6 in the evening, I noticed an Indian girl walking a few steps ahead of me, presumably returning to her dorm room, when she dropped a piece of paper on the ground. “Miss!” I shouted. “Excuse me – you dropped this sheet!” “Oh,” she turned around. “So sorry – and thank you!” She could be 23, maybe 24. Short – say, 5 ft 2 in. Small build, but well-endowed. Fair-complexioned, with a pleasant face. Curly hair. Good figure overall, with mid-sized, firm breasts. She wore a gray T-shirt and khaki pants. “Hi, I’m Avi,” I said. It turned out her name was Swetha Nair, from a central Kerala district. She was a graduate student, a research assistant in biotech. She’d come to Australia for her post-graduate studies a couple of years ago after completing her bachelor’s degree at a premier engineering college in Tamil Nadu. “Oh,” she said, as if struck by a sudden realization. “You must be the professor who’s doing the training in our department! I remember seeing your picture in the flyers.” I laughed. “I’m no professor, just a consultant conducting a training session for your department.” We chatted and continued walking. It turned out that her dorm room was directly across from my guest house, hardly fifty yards away. “What a coincidence,” she said. “We’re practically neighbors!” The rest of the week proceeded uneventfully. This was the peak of winter in southern Australia. Hardly anyone was to be seen in the evening hours. But I would go for a run and a walk every evening. I began to hope to run into Swetha in the evenings. A familiar, friendly face in a foreign setting. Her youth and her figure had made a deep impression; I found myself thinking of her. Sometimes she’d be heading out to the lab or returning to her room or fetching groceries to her room. I noticed she’d look me up and down when I’d return from my workouts. Although I’m in my mid-forties, I’m fit and tall and my upper body is in really good shape. When I’d look back at her, she’d look away, as though she wasn’t looking. The first weekend arrived. Saturday was relaxing. When I returned to my quarters in the evening after my workout, I met Swetha again, who was leaving her room. We chatted for a few minutes. Unlike in the US where there’s lots to do on the weekends, here I was bored. I was a guest in a foreign country and had nothing on my hands. I was counting the days until I could return home. Little did I know what was going to happen next. Early Sunday morning, I heard the doorbell ring. It was a little after 7 AM. I’d gotten up at 6:30, and after my morning rituals, had just grabbed my morning cup of coffee. I was wearing a T-shirt and my boxer shorts. I was reading the local newspaper, more out of curiosity than a desire to learn what was going on in Australia. I opened the door, and to my surprise, there stood Swetha! Her forehead was perspiring. She wore her usual gray top with black sweatpants. She carried a white towel on her shoulders. Noticing the confusion on my face, she laughed. “Mr. Avi, did I catch you at an awkward time? I just returned to my room after a run and found the water had been turned off from the main switch outside my dorm. There’s some maintenance work going on, which will apparently take another couple of hours. I didn’t know where to shower. I thought I’d try my luck at the shower of my friendly neighbor — you! Would that be too much to ask?” “Well, I mean,” I stuttered. “Of course not! Don’t be silly! I have a pretty large bathroom, and a big shower. Definitely bigger than your dorm showers. No problem at all. Please come on in! In fact, I’m honored that you felt you could drop in like this!” I showed her into my bedroom and the large, attached bath. I showed her where the soap was, and how the cold and hot water worked. It was peak winter in Australia; the heated water was essential. Within a minute, she’d entered the bathroom and closed the door behind her. I went back and resumed glancing through the newspaper. But my thoughts were on the little Indian beauty bathing in my shower! Why had she shown up? Was her water supply really not working? I thought about her perky boobs and sexy figure, and my mind wandered to her nude, young body, but I quickly chastised myself for such thoughts and brought my focus back to the newspaper.
No sooner had a minute passed than I heard a scream from the bathroom! I quickly walked over and said loudly over the closed door (and the running shower): “What happened?” I heard a light sobbing sound. I knocked on the door. “Are you all right?” “I fell on the floor!” came Swetha’s voice from inside. It sounded feeble. “I can’t get up!” “Oh, no!” said I, concerned. “Too bad I can’t come in!” “Mr. Avi, I didn’t lock the door. You may come in. But please close your eyes!” “Yes, don’t worry about that,” I assured her, as I turned the knob and entered the bathroom. I tried to close my eyes almost to the point of not seeing, but of course, I couldn’t operate without sight, so I surveyed the scene with partly open eyes. There was steam all over the place. Hot water continued to spray out of the shower. On the floor, crouching, sat the most nubile, attractive young figure that I’d ever laid my eyes on. Her curly hair was wet. Her hands were on her breasts, covering the nipples. Her legs were crossed, preventing a view of her sacred treasure. And she was sobbing. “I have no idea how I slipped and fell,” she said. “My right ankle is hurt.” “All right,” I said. I opened the shower door and turned the water off, reaching into the shower. In the process, my t-shirt and boxer shorts got drenched. I grabbed the towel and quickly dried her hair. Then I held her shoulders and tried to help her get up to her feet. “No,” she said. “Would you mind rubbing my ankle here?” She ask while showing me. I gently massaged her there. “Let’s try one more time,” I said. “Heave ho!” As she stood up gingerly, she balanced her weight by holding on to my left arm and getting up slowly. She was favoring her right ankle. Her boobs were now in full display. Mid-sized, perfectly shaped with no sagging whatsoever. Nipples which stood up and small, brown areolas which surrounded the tits. My eyes couldn’t help wandering down to her precious treasure down there. Neat, trimmed pubic hair, bordering a gorgeous pussy, looking tight but inviting. Water beads dotted her whole body. Since it was winter time, I could see her skin beginning to get goosebumps all over. I realized she must be feeling cold, now that the hot water had been turned off. Being small relative to me (I am 5 ft 10 in), her face was now inches from my shorts. Her eyes fell on my crotch. She gasped and stopped. I looked down. To my horror, I realized I wasn’t wearing my underwear! My cock was absolutely erect. And my shorts were completely wet, which meant if you looked at my shorts, there wasn’t anything left to the imagination. My manhood was clearly aroused. “I’m sorry,” I said, balancing her on my left arm and adjusting my cock with my right. It didn’t help. My dick now pointed straight up. “Should you take off your clothes? You’re dripping wet! I don’t want you to get a cold! Please just dry yourself!” Swetha suggested, helpfully. The shower was quite big. My guest house was quite a luxurious house with roomy amenities like a large kitchen and an especially big bathroom. I took off my clothes and stepped in fully into the bath. I don’t know why I did that. She’d just asked me to dry myself, not to step in. But she seemed to like my action, stepping back to accommodate me in the shower. The moment I took off my underwear, my cock sprang up like it had been chained down and begging to be let free. Swetha stared at it for a second. Her eyes got bigger. Then she made the most thrilling statement of all: “Mr. Avi, how about we do this? We dry each other off?” Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed the towel and began to dry off my abs and stomach. For a man in his mid-forties, I am in pristine shape: lean and athletic. The moment she dried me, my nipples stood up a little. Then, she reached down and began to dry off my dick with the most immaculate care. I noticed she was able to stand up completely fine now. Her sprain seemed to be gone, no doubt due to my magical massage. She bent down and held the head of my cock with her left hand and dried me underneath and over it. My pubic hair is quite luxurious. She took her time drying me there. She then wiped my legs. She handed me the towel. “Now, your turn!” I wiped her face, then slowly, her boobs. As I held each of her breasts and wiped them, I lingered and made sure to rub her areolas and nipples slowly. “Aah,” she moaned. I wiped her flat stomach. I wiped her pubic hair and was just about to touch her neatly trimmed pussy, when she held up a hand. “Wait,” she said. “Do it from the back.” She turned and faced the wall of the shower. She put her hands up on the wall and spread her legs. “Please do a good job, now,” she said. I rubbed her back, then her asses — the prettiest, perkiest ones I ever saw in my life. She spread her legs even wider. “You can reach my pussy from the back!” I put the towel between the cracks of her ass and reached out to the front, touching her cunt. “Oh,” she said. “Do it again.” At this moment, the towel fell down from my hand. Reflexively, she reached down to get it. As she did so, her asses rubbed against my erect dick. She didn’t attempt to pick up the towel anymore; she just stayed down and rubbed her ass, left to right, on my cock one more time. I stopped what I was doing and just enjoyed the sensation. She giggled, and then did it again! By now my cock throbbed. “I wonder how it would feel to put your big thing into my cunt,” she said. That was my sign. I grabbed her from the back, bent my knees a little to come down to her level, and inserted my dick into her wet, inviting pussy. Her cunt was tight. I spent a few seconds rubbing her clit with the tip of my cock. Swetha moaned a little and spread her legs even wider.
It took a little effort but soon I was in! What a heavenly feeling! It had been years and years since my dick had entered a young pussy. I could see Swetha fingering her clit as I began to pound her from behind. I was glad I was in shape, or else there was no way I could have kept up with such a young thing as her, a good 20 years younger than me. After about three minutes of non-stop action, I sensed her body shuddering and a soft moan escaping her lips. I stopped. She turned and faced me now. She looked down and grabbed my dick as though in admiration. “This thing can keep going for a while,” she said, smiling. “Now let me make you cum.” She began stroking my cock. She licked the tip and took it in her mouth. It didn’t go in fully — my dick being a full eight inches long — but she tried taking it all in. I also tried to help, pushing it deeper in. She kept sucking my cock, her wet, warm mouth enveloping the whole of my cock. I didn’t want her to gag on my dick but nevertheless drilled her mouth. In a couple of minutes, I was close. “I’ll cum soon!” I whispered. She increased her pace and within seconds, I was ready. I took my cock out of her mouth and stroked it a couple of times until my cum shot out like a jet spray of water, covering her face and cleavage. Amazingly enough, she took my cock back in her mouth and started licking up my cock. “I want you to stay hard,” she said, “and fuck me again.” I caressed her face lovingly and asked her to get up. I knelt down now, levelling my face against her pussy. I opened up her pussy and then inserted a finger. I started fingering her. “I need more than one finger!” she said, smiling. I took my finger out and jammed two fingers in. She screamed, probably not expecting that much force. I stopped. “Please don’t stop!” she implored. She pushed her body against my fingers. “Faster!” She moaned harder and clearly was enjoying my hard and rough finger fucking. I could sense she was close to climaxing. She soon came with a violent shudder. She sighed, held my hand to stop me, and then sat down. I gave her a few moments to compose herself. I slowly turned the warm water on, and she got up. “Shall we take a bath?” she asked. She got close to the shower head and I stood closely behind her. I fucked her from behind one more time. Slowly this time. We took our time. A luxurious, gentle session of lovemaking, with the shower spraying warm water over us. Afterwards, I soaped her up, then gently washed her body, spending plenty of time on her boobs and pussy. Then, we exchanged positions, and she bathed me lovingly and slowly, applying a lot of soap to my pubic hair and cock. We soon dried ourselves off and stepped out of the shower. She gave me a loving, warm embrace. I kissed her deeply, taking her lips in my mouth and then her tongue. “Well, I must let you get back to your day,” Swetha said. She put on her clothes and I went and fetched some dry clothes for myself. She came to my bedroom and looked enquiringly. “Can we bathe together in the evenings, while you’re here during the next week?” she asked. “What if your water problem gets fixed?” I said. “Well, there was no problem to start with!” Swetha said as she winked at me and giggled. “You naughty girl!” I said. As she stepped back and began walking away, I began to playfully ‘chase’ her through the bedroom and hall. Near my front door, she stopped, kissed me softly, opened the door and walked out into the cold night. ****** If you’re a 35+ woman and want to exchange messages or chat, please reach out. If you’re in the Dallas area and want discreet sex, let me know. By the way, I prefer South Indian women. *** Avi Sharma Email: [email protected] Telegram: AviShar24 © 2025 All Rights Reserved – no parts can be copied or reproduced in any way without written permission.