My Experience With A Friend’s Friend
Couple
Submit Report Hey readers I am 40 years old, not so handsome, single male from south India. This is about my experience with a friend’s friend. This happened when I was going through a very tough phase in my life. I had a friend called Shalini, with whom I have been friends for about ten years. She initially lived near my town, but later shifted to north India with her work. She had this childhood friend called Mina, who used to live with her, till Shalini shifted to north India. I had met Mina briefly a few times before this incident happened. Once something serious happened with my life and I was on the verge of a depression. I spoke to my friend about it and upon her instructions; Mina called me the next day and asked me to come home. I went to her house the next day evening. She lives with her only child and her husband lives away from her. We sat talking, and she asked me what happened. I started explaining it to her, and suddenly she pulled me to her and made my lay down on her lap. She held me close to her, while I spoke. I found it very comforting and I lay there for a while. I left from there a little while later, and she kissed me briefly on my lips before I left. It was a very motherly gesture. She used to call me and text me every day and we were getting closer every passing day. She called me one day in the afternoon, and I was going through another bout of depression that day. She asked me to go meet her, and I did. Her daughter was at home at that time and she kept a distance from me. All that we did was sit and talk. I was feeling more and more attracted towards her. We kept in touch through messages and phone calls, and a few days later she asked me to come home in the morning while her daughter was at school. As usual she put me on her lap and I lay there feeling her warmth. She kissed me on my fore head a few times. I turned towards her and buried my face in to her ample breasts. She held me closer to her; being close to her breast turned me on. I wanted to suck her breast. I instinctively started searching for her nipple with my lips. I found the bulge of her nipple thru her churidar top and placed my lips around it. I did not have the courage to do anything else. She suddenly called my name and asked me what I am doing. I froze when I knew I’ve been caught. I thought she is going to throw me out of the house. I amassed enough courage to tell her I felt like sucking on her nipple when she held me close to her breast. She asked me if it’s anything sexual. I said no though I was having trouble hiding my raging hard on. She looked confused and I waited in anticipation. She slipped her nipple out of the bra and placed it on my lips. She took my hand and put it on her other breast, like a baby would do when being breast fed. She still had the churidar top covering her nipple and she placed my hand on the other breast. I sucked her breast above her dress and I could feel her moan and kiss my fore head and say I am like her son. It made me quite emotional and I couldn’t stop crying. She got emotional too and she slipped out her nipple and pushed it in to my mouth to stop me from crying. I sucked on it like a starving child and she held me close to her. Suddenly she pushed me away and said this isn’t right and I will have to tell Shalini about it. I left from there soon after feeling even more depressed. She called me later that day and said I should forget it all and not to meet her again. I cut the call without saying anything more. A few weeks went by and she texted me one day and said it’s her birthday the next day. She said she would like to meet me on her birthday and asked me to come home. I bought a small gift and reached her place after her daughter left for school. She was dressed in a black sari. We hugged and kissed, I gave her the gift, She kissed me on my lips, we both sat down. She pulled me to her lap, looked in to my eyes, leaned back, and started unhooking her blouse. She said she was in some sort of a trance the last time, but this time she knows what she is doing. She opened her blouse and pulled her breast out of her bra and rubbed it on my lips. I sucked in her breast and started playing with her nipple in every way I knew. I sucked it, nibbled on it, sucked harder, puller more of her nipple in to my mouth, and ran my tongue around her areolas. I opened my eyes and she had her eyes closed and looked blissful with her face turned up. I continued to suck and she broke my sucking and pushed her other breast in to my mouth. She lay my hand on her other breast and I fondled her other breast while I sucked one. She turned to lie down on the couch with me on top of her. I alternated between sucking her breasts. I stopped sucking and lay down on her breast with my eyes closed. Her lips were very close to mine. She was lightly touching my lips with hers. I put my tongue out and touched her lips and she instantly responded back by opening her mouth. We tasted each other’s tongue, explored each other mouth and kissed with passion and hunger. I fondled her breasts while we kissed lying down on top of her. I had a tough time holding back my hard dick. I just wanted to pull up her sari and make love to her. I held back myself with a lot of difficulty. I alternated between kissing her and sucking her breasts. Later I slept off on her breasts and would wake up in between, only to continue sucking her breast. I spend about 4 hours sucking her breast and kissing her. It was time for her daughter to come back from school and left from there. We met again a few days later. She was dressed in white. This time there wasn’t any kind of a conversation between us. We both sat on the couch and kissed like lovers. She leaned back on the side of the couch, lifted her churidar top, pulled out her breasts and invited me to suck them. I started sucking vigorously and enjoyed her breast one by one in every way I could.