Due to the time difference, conversations with my family back in India happen late at night. It was about 10:30 pm. As we laid on my bed watching friends, my heart was nearly palpitating. There was approximately five inches between Lexa and I. I made sure to follow her lead as we watched “Friends,” laughing when appropriate, making small talk during lapses in the show. I couldn’t believe I was alone with a person I was attracted to in my bed. *I’m definitely leaving a five star review for Bumble* I chuckled to myself.
As if she sensed my infatuation, Lexa scooted closer to me, resting her hand on my abdomen. She began to trace small patterns with her fingertips on my stomach, and I began to notice heat and warmth forming in my pants. Her soft fingertips began to trace lower, and lower, until the reached my zipper. This genital heat and warmth was reciprocated on my face as I began to blush at her advances. At that moment, my phone rang. It was my mom. Rattled from this advancement, I awkwardly mumbled, “I’m sorry I must get this. My mom will worry.” She smiled slyly and nodded, albeit not moving her fingers from the zipper area of my pants. “Hello?” I said, feigning normalcy. “Hi Chaitra! Is now a good time to talk? I know you must be so busy!”
“Yeah I can talk for a few moments, but I have a friend over. How is everyth-” my voice faltered as Lexa began to undo my zipper on my jeans “H-how is everything?” At this point, my undergarments were noticeably wet from my own secretions and there was such a profound pulse in my vagina I’m sure it must have been visible from under my jeans. She began to tug at my belt loops, lowering my pants inch by inch.
“Everything is good, your fathers health is returning. He was so sick for a while with that viral infection, we were all so worried. But he has been doing well this week. Your brother has been doing good in football…” I couldn’t help but gasp and tune my mom out when Lexa successfully pulled my jeans down past my knees with one final tug. My bottom half was now exposed, with my lady parts covered only by visibly wet underwear.
“Is everything okay, honey?” My mom inquired. She must have heard me gasp, or thought I was acting strange.
“Yeah sorry mom! I’m watching a scary movie. So, soccer, huh?” I said, about an octave higher than usual. While I listened to my mom obliviously dove into her one-sided conversation per usual, Lexa’s hand traced up my inner thigh toward my groin area. She began to slowly trace the outline of my vagina over my embarrassingly wet panties. It felt horrendously good, and I was afraid that alone would send me over the top. I bit my tongue as I attempted listen to my mom over the phone. Lexa then began to massage my clitoris in slow circles over my panties with her middle and index finger. I instinctually began to grind my pelvis into her hand and, sensing my pleasure, she began to increase the intensity of her clitoral massage. It felt so good. Too good. As I rhythmically thrust my pelvis into her attentive hand, I felt a new pressure begin to build in my body.
“…and his GPA has went down, but with everything else going on who can blame him? Anyways, we have enough smarty-pants in the family. How is your post-doctoral position going so far? Chaitra?”
It took me a moment to realize my mom had finished her soliloquy and asked me a question. At this point, I was in a daze and my attention entirely devoted to Lexa’s fingers on my throbbing clitoris. “Um, my post-doc position is going well. I’ve gotten settled and have begun to meet new people. The lab environment is very…” Lexa had shoved her hand down my panties and transitioned to directly touching my clitoris under my panties and I began to squirm. “…friendly.”
“Have you met any suitable men? I have heard there are many attractive men in California.” My mom asked in a hinting tone.
Lexa’s expert fingers moved away from my clitoris for a brief moment as she delicately tugged my panties down to my ankles. I was exposed, soaking wet, and more than ready for whatever else was about to happen. I realized in awe that my inner thighs were also damp from my lubrication; I had never reached this level of sexual excitement before. “No mom,” I responded. “You know my career is my main focus right now…” Lexa had begun to lightly kiss my inner thighs and lick my wetness off of them. Chills ran up my spine from sheer arousal.
“Chaitra, Chaitra, Chaitra… you know you are already 26! Your golden years are almost over, sweetheart! I say that with love. Tell me, must we set you up with someone?”
Delicate fingers caressed my torso and then without warning her warm, silky tongue finally came into contact with my swollen vulva. Her tongue slowly and carefully moved up and down, not missing a single part. I gasped out loud.
“Chaitra! It’s not *that* preposterous. I know it isn’t the modern-American “love marriage” way. But I was arranged with your father and we are very happy together! It can be quite fruitful, sweetheart. What about Advik Kumar’s son? He is single I believe. He is also in America working in finance. I think you two would make a lovely couple…”
Her tongue moved from upward from my vulva, and began to trace deliciously wet, clockwise circles around my clitoris. Every completed lap of her silky-smooth tongue increased the electric pleasure I was feeling and it began to spread throughout my loins. I finally understood what it meant to be “burning with desire”; my lady parts were burning with a tingling pleasure that I was afraid would consume me at any moment. I could feel my heart rate spike as she began to increase her speed and intensity. The conversation with my mom began to drown into the background as I reached the apex of erotic pleasure. I began to breathe audibly harder and realized I had to get off the phone with my mother immediately. I felt a gentle finger slide into my slippery pussy, and begin to stroke me from the inside. Lexa’s index finger was stroking what I thought maybe people referred to as the “g-spot.” It was unbearably hot and a new, more intense pressure began to mount. My legs began to quiver and I couldn’t delay the inevitable much longer. My mind felt like a tea kettle whistling from built-up steam. “M-mom! I will talk to you later! Uh, pizza man is here!” I exclaimed with all the focus I could muster, quickly pressed the red “end” button on my phone, and then was overcome by a body-rocking orgasm. I moaned and bucked my hips with each rhythmic wave of intense contraction that emanated from my lower half. This culmination didn’t slow Lexa down, however. If anything, it seemed to *encourage her* to do more. I felt an additional finger slide into my still contracting pussy and stroke me in the same way as she hungrily continued to trace my clitoris with her tongue. The contractions from my orgasm began to subside and my body began to relax. But then, Lexa began to gently suck on my clitoris while simultaneously stroking the inside of my vagina with her two fingers. A new eruption of pleasure began to spread from the places of stimulation and I could feel my nipples harden under my shirt. Lexa showed no sign of slowing down, and I couldn’t believe it but I was feeling the same tingling sensation begin to build. “Oh my god, how…” I began to ask her, but she just continued to suck my clitoris harder and I couldn’t do anything but moan and succumb to the pleasure I was feeling. I was shocked as another intense orgasm began to rip through my body. My moans were louder and involuntary this time. All I wanted was to be here forever, cumming at the mercy of Lexa. As my orgasm began to subside, Lexa released my clitoris from her mouth, but did not remove her two fingers as they continued to match the subtle contractions I was still having. “Pizza man is here!” Lexa snorted and kissed my forehead. We both laughed at how ridiculous that sounded.
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so hot but wholesome! would love to read more ?
That’s a very hot story it was HARD… to pay attention…