Two months ago from today in the depths of Britain’s third lockdown I was not coping well. My girlfriend of 4 months had recently asked for a break and wasn’t coping. I’d only met her in November last year and hadn’t seen her since mid-December because she was staying with her family. Long-distance probably would have been fine for a month or two but by now we had fallen out over lack of facetime and I was frustrated that I was always having to initiate calls. Before the winter lockdown we had been very close and I had stayed over. We had cuddled over films and done some sexual things, but not full intercourse. I specifically remember her being very skilled at handjobs and we would both give each other intense orgasms. She was also incredibly sweet and fun and I was sad saying goodbye for Christmas. Little did I know that I would possibly never see her again.
Looking back now I don’t know what I would have done different, but out of sheer loneliness and affection deprivation I decided to install Tinder and see if any girls were interested in meeting up. I wasn’t looking specifically for sex, but I remember definitely thinking it was a possibility. Anyway, quite soon I matched with a 5″ tall British Indian girl also studying at my Uni and we decided to meet for a walk. The hour before the date was a rush of excitement as I got ready into my hottest winter outfit, a light navy jacket, and dark matching skinny jeans. After 3 months without a haircut my hair was looking longish and curly. I looked pretty good and I knew it.
Anyway, after meeting outside Sainsbury’s (romantic, I know!) and taking her down to a walk along the riverside I asked if she wanted to get a pizza and come back to mine. So far the date had been great, despite a light shower, and there had been some flirting between us. She had stunning medium brown eyes and long very curly brown hair, a tender Reading accent. She was extremely attractive, and I could tell the feeling was mutual. When we got back to mine we engaged in small-talk for a bit while we ate the pizza in my room. Eventually I chose to sit on the bed and motioned for her to move in next to me. I put my arm around her and stroked her cold hands. It felt so nice holding her and I turned my head to look into her gorgeous eyes. She stared back into mine and I leaned in to kiss her. After almost three months this felt electric, and as our kissing intensified I moved on top of her, both of us now breathing heavily. Our tongues going wild I began to touch her smooth body, reaching for her hard brown nipples. I asked her if she was wet and she replied sultrily, looking me directly in the eyes, “Do you wanna feel?” Of course I agreed and began to go down on her shaved pussy. “Did you shave this just for me?” I said. “Yes, I shaved for you” she replied, clearly highly aroused.
Since I didn’t have much experience I focussed my tongue mainly on her clit. This made her moan lightly and she grabbed a thick lock of my hair with her hand, pushing my face into her. I could taste her cum, a peculiar mix of sweet and salty. Now It was her turn… After taking of my trousers and revealing my dick she quickly made it disappear into her tiny mouth. For me this felt weird and amazing. What I liked most was watching her blow me and the strange feeling of intense intimacy. As her lips slid up and down the shaft of my hard throbbing cock. “How does that feel?” I asked her. “Really hard” she half moaned. After doing this for a few mins we got completely naked. She was noticeably quite skinny, but I was infatuated by her eyes and taken hold of by a tingling excitement. This felt so right. “I want you inside me” she said. After trying to put it in myself I flipped onto my back and after a few attempts she sat down on my hard dick which slid inside her. “Fuck I’m inside you” I said. To my surprise there wasn’t much sensation at first. Upon moving, however, things improved and she turned her head down to watch me enter her. “You like watching it go in, don’t you?” I teased. After her trying quite unsuccessfully to ride me, I took it upon myself to do most of the work, pulling her body against mine and fucking her from beneath. He skin felt so goo against mine. “Yeah, like that” she moaned. This was hard work as I hadn’t done this before, but the excitement and the feeling of intimacy between us was incredible and felt very special.
After making her cum, her attention turned to me. “I want to make you cum” she said as she took off the condom and attempted to blow me again. While this did feel good, and I loved watching her do this, after a few mins I still couldn’t cum. Eventually I made her lie on my back and I blasted several thick shots of cum a metre across her front, some getting in her hair. She then cleaned up my dick with her mouth and I kissed her, feeling completely euphoric. She had work the next morning so I walked her home and we made awkward conversation. Hurt tenderness had disappeared and she now seemed kinda cagey. We agreed to call over the next month and possibly meet up again to see where things go. At her door I kissed her goodnight.
She never called. Over a month later she sent me a message saying that things had gotten more serious with another guy and she blocked me. Sorry for the sad ending guys, perhaps I was naïve expecting something more but I guess that’s just how life is. Sometimes we have to deal with loose ends, even if that means never seeing someone again after being intimate with them. And nothing will prepare you for how it feels when that happens.
Life eh :)
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/na2b89/lost_my_virginity_to_sultry_indian_girl_m20f19
You’ll always have Sainsbury’s.
Good memories are priceless, even if it did turn into more.