Poolside Sunscreen Massage

I was at my home in Jubilee Hills, Hyderabad, locked in my room and catching up on my engineering college assignments. It was late April, intensely hot and humid, and I was absolutely desperate for a break. So, I dug out a plain old-fashioned black two-piece bikini, put it on, and went outside to the backyard to lie by our private pool. I had a quick, refreshing swim and then climbed out to dry off. I lay down flat on the deck chair, my head tilted back, enjoying the intense feeling of the hot sun burning down on my damp skin. This is so much nicer than assignments and lab records, I thought to myself. I was feeling the immense pressure and stress of college work, and it seemed to cause my hormones to completely go out of balance. For no good reason, I was feeling incredibly frisky. I suppose it was just a convenient excuse not to study.

I was an engineering student then, and I had never been topless before. Many of my friends had tried topless sun tanning—the braver ones during trips to Goa, but others had at least given it a try in the strict privacy of their own homes or terraces. I hadn't.

There was absolutely nobody at home, so I thought it would be a fantastic opportunity to finally give it a try. I sat up slightly on the deck chair, my torso bent forward just a bit, and I undid my bikini top straps with my right hand. The black fabric dropped softly by the side of the chair. I then lay back down and simply enjoyed the raw feeling of the harsh sunlight against my naked, bare, paler breasts, exposed to the open air for their very first time.

It was exactly then when I heard my neighbor's voice calling out from the other side of the thick bougainvillea hedge that separated our bungalows.

"Hi Archana, it's Preethi aunty here. Would you mind helping me for a few minutes with something? I promise it won't take long."

How did Preethi aunty even know I was home unless she was peering through a gap in the leaves? I instinctively pulled both my arms tightly across my bare breasts to cover them up, my heart skipping a beat.

I hastily picked up the top from the floor, tied it back on, stood up, and walked over to the hedge. Preethi aunty stood there in one of her usual modern, revealing outfits. She was wearing a pair of tiny denim shorts and a fitted tank top. Preethi was around forty years old, more than double my age, but she had a magnificent figure—thin, tall, with long flowing hair. My older brother loved to secretly stare at her and always said she was a real hot babe.

"I am just by my pool tanning, let me get a kurti or something on and I will come right over," I called back to her over the wall.

"No, no, just use the side gate and come as you are, there is nobody else here and it will only take a minute," she replied dismissively.

I did exactly as she asked and walked over into her sprawling garden, still just wearing my black bikini. "I am hanging a new painting and I need you to hold it for me so that I can step back and work out which is the best spot for it," Preethi explained.

We walked together across the lawn and entered her lavish drawing room, where I held the heavy canvas up against one wall, and then against the next, standing perfectly still while she stood back, hands on her hips, assessing the angles.

"Thank you for your help, ma," she finally decided on the spot. "Before you go, I have something for you. Just give me a minute. This arrived in the mail with no return address and it is brand new with tags and all. It must have been an international online order mistake. Anyway, I think it will perfectly suit you." Preethi spoke quickly as she disappeared into her master bedroom.

She came back holding a yellow DHL courier envelope with bubble wrap inside. She handed it to me, and I pulled out a bright blue lycra swimsuit.

"It's a Brazilian tanga style, with a very high cut back, but I think it's absolutely stunning and it would really suit your shape, and it's a small size. Come on, go try it on. You can use the guest bathroom just behind that door."

I didn't really want to take it, but Preethi was being quite forceful and insistent, so I went inside the guest bathroom and separated the top and bottom pieces. I took my black bikini off and stepped into the blue tanga bottoms. It was not a complete g-string at the back, but rather shaped like a sharp 'V' triangle. Unlike a standard bikini, which covers most of the butt cheek, this cut deeply from the waist halfway into the glutes and then narrowed down into a thin string. I felt far too exposed with such minimal fabric.

My black bikini had a full, low-cut back, but this tanga swimsuit felt like someone had literally taken scissors and cut out all the sides. I turned around and looked at my back profile in the large bathroom mirror. My paler, untanned bottom stood out starkly around the thin strip of blue material, making it look as though my bikini had severely shrunk in the wash. I untied my black bikini top, which had an underwire to properly support my large breasts, and I put on the Brazilian string top.

It was incredibly skimpy. It didn't provide much coverage at all. A lot of skin on the outer sides of my breasts was exposed, and the smallish triangle top showed plenty of deep cleavage. It was cut so low that it barely covered my nipples. I pulled the strings tighter around my neck to try and stretch out the material for more coverage, but it only pulled the fabric tighter and flatter against my breasts. This style of top was definitely not the best for a heavier bust, as the only support was the thin, digging strings. Lucky for me, my breasts were quite firm for my age.

I looked at myself in the mirror again from a slight angle. The outfit looked exactly like what I imagined women wore to pose for men's magazines. I was extremely reluctant to go out and make an appearance outside the bathroom door.

"Hey Archana, we don't have all day! Are you ready yet?" Preethi shouted from the hall.

There was no way I was going to get out of this easily. She wanted to see how I looked in this 'gift', so I took a deep breath, unlocked the door, and paraded out nervously.

"Aunty, you are really sweet to offer this to me, but it really does not suit me at all. Thank you anyway," I said to her in a panicked rush, without even taking a breath between my words.

"Oh no, you are completely wrong. You look unbelievable in this! You have exactly the right body to pull it off, so be proud of it and enjoy it, show it off. Let others enjoy it if not for you!" Preethi responded, entirely refusing to take no for an answer.

Meanwhile, her two indie dogs started to bark loudly near the portico.

"Ah, Kiran, my pool maintenance guy is here," Preethi said casually as she walked over to open the main door.

Oh god, no. A guy is walking in and I am dressed like a complete slut. I quickly turned around and rushed back to the guest bathroom to rid myself of this tiny blue thread and put my nice, modest black bikini back on. I grabbed the bathroom handle and... shit! I had pulled it shut behind me, and the auto-lock had clicked. Now I couldn't open it.

I didn't know where to hide myself; I was feeling so terribly uncomfortable and in desperate need of being covered up. My rear was mostly naked to the air, and my heavy tits were gaping out of the sides of the triangles. This was so not me. I stood there, rooted to the spot, my feet almost shaking from pure nerves, my knees bent slightly together, as Preethi walked back into the hall with a tall, well-built guy in his twenties, with thick dark hair and a rugged look, resembling a young Tollywood hero.

"Kiran, this is my neighbor, Archana," Preethi introduced me without a second thought.

Kiran walked right over to shake my hand. I extended my arm and shook his hand nervously, feeling entirely too exposed and naked to be standing in the presence of a complete stranger.

"Archana, I am going out back to tan. Please come along and join me, I have new deck chairs which need to be road-tested."

"I really need to get back to my engineering assignments," I made up an excuse to just run away from his gaze.

"Don't you need your house keys?" Preethi asked, raising an eyebrow.

I suddenly realized I had left them inside the locked bathroom along with my black swimsuit.

"So come and relax outside with me while my boy works out a way to break the lock and get your things for you."

I knew I didn't have a choice without my keys, so I awkwardly followed Preethi out to her large backyard pool area.

Preethi dropped her towel. She had changed into a bright red g-string bottom and nothing else. She lay face down on the lounger to tan topless. I noticed that she had quite small, size A breasts compared to mine.

"I need some sunscreen, it's really scorching today," Preethi commented to the air. "Kiran!!! Please bring me the sunscreen bottle, I left it on the console table in the hall," she shouted across the lawn.

Kiran arrived moments later carrying a big 500ml pump bottle of Nivea sunscreen. As if it were a daily rehearsed routine, Preethi got up onto her knees and turned her back to him as Kiran generously pumped the cream and massaged it deeply into her back and down her legs. He really took his time, giving her a firm massage while rubbing the thick lotion in.

I tried my best to ignore them and picked up a Filmfare magazine lying on the glass table next to my deck chair. I kept strictly to my own business, pretending to read the latest Bollywood gossip.

"Kiran, go give Archana some sunscreen too. I am worried her pale skin will burn red in this afternoon sun," Preethi commanded without opening her eyes.

I was just about to politely say no and insist that I didn't need any, when Kiran confidently walked over, sat right down on the edge of my deck chair, and told me to turn around. Intimidated, I just did exactly as he said, lying flat on my stomach.

He rubbed the cold cream all over my bare back, giving me a surprisingly great massage. I felt his strong, rough hands kneading the tight muscles down the entire length of my spine. He then moved up and massaged my stiff shoulders. It actually felt quite incredible. They were so stressed out from leaning over a desk and studying for weeks. I assumed he was finished when I suddenly felt a cold dollop of cream being dropped onto the small of my back, and then more drops landing directly on my butt cheeks, which were practically fully exposed in this new blue tanga.

He smoothly rubbed the cream into my bare butt cheeks with broad, sweeping motions, and then applied long, firm strokes down my thighs and calves. I was actually quite enjoying this sensation. After a few minutes, he tapped my hip and told me to turn around and sit up, which I did. He remained seated behind me, and reached his large hands around my sides, spreading the cool cream onto my flat stomach. I was very ticklish, and I gasped slightly. He was meticulously ensuring the sunscreen covered every single inch where I could possibly sunburn.

He squirted another handful of white lotion into his palm. Still sitting directly behind me, with his arms wrapping around to my front, he slathered the cream onto my neck, rubbing it in soothing circles, and then slowly trailed his fingers down to the very edges of my skimpy blue bikini top.

He continued lathering the cream over my collarbones, and just when I thought it was surely enough, he pumped more cream into his hand and rubbed it upward from my stomach. His hands glided up my ribs, and this time, as he reached the bottom borders of my bikini top, he didn't stop.

His large hands slipped cleanly under the blue lycra triangles and continued sliding upwards. As his calloused fingers made direct contact with my bare, heavy breasts, I felt all the breath instantly get sucked out of my lungs. I was in a sudden state of fright and shock. My entire body tensed like a board. I knew I should have reacted, pulled away instantly, and screamed at him for crossing such an extreme boundary, but I didn't. I just froze completely and let him continue his exploration.

I felt his fingers firmly brushing against my virgin, soft, voluptuous breasts—flesh that had never been touched by a man before. Time seemed to slow right down to a crawl as I felt intense sensations of vibrating waves of pleasure pulsate throughout my entire being. I logically knew I should have grabbed his wrists and stopped him, but I was being taken for a wild ride, and the waves of arousal were far stronger and mightier than little me. They simply dragged me along.

His fingers, one by one, brushed slowly up and squarely across my bare nipples under the fabric.

My nipples hardened instantly and went painfully erect into little points of raw, sensitive nerves, pushing hard against the lycra. I silently ached for more of this brand-new sensation, a feeling I couldn't even properly describe. My mouth went completely dry, and I felt a hot volcano of desire erupting deep inside my lower abdomen. After a few agonizingly slow, circular rounds across my swelling breasts, he smoothly pulled his hands out from under my top, wiped them on a towel, and simply walked away to check the pool filters.

I internally hated him for stopping. It was such a massive rush and then a brutal anti-climax. I desperately wanted that floating, out-of-this-world feeling—which I was experiencing for the very first time in my life—to continue building up more and more.

Kiran disappeared into the distance to skim the far end of the pool. I looked down and nervously tightened my bikini top strings behind my neck, which had become loose during the massage. I stared at my chest and noticed how my nipples remained rock hard, standing out prominently and pushing the thin blue material aggressively outwards.

Preethi was quietly tanning topless, eyes closed. I was physically aroused to such a severe point that all my usual shy inhibitions just melted away into the humid afternoon air. I felt an intense, throbbing heat pooling in my groin. I didn't know what I could possibly do to get more of what I had just experienced. I yearned to have his hands back on me. I felt daring like never before, and in one swift, reckless sweep, I pulled the knot of my bikini top strings and let the tiny blue triangles fall completely off my body onto my lap. I was going to be daring.

I knew the stark, untanned pale skin of my size C breasts would stand out glaringly in the sunlight, especially with my hard, pointy nipples, but I suddenly didn't care at all. I slowly turned my head over my shoulder to see if Kiran was staring from the pool edge. He was absolutely perving at me, his eyes glued to my chest, and I deliberately acted as if I was completely unaware of his hungry glances.

I was incredibly horny, and my mind started intensely focusing on sexual thoughts. I wondered what dirty things he was thinking while he looked on at my exposed chest. Preethi was flipping through her magazine now, totally unaware of what had just happened to my body and my mind. I kept casting my eyes down at my own mountains of soft flesh with their pink peaks right in the middle, emerging from the areolas and standing out half an inch. It felt so bizarre and entirely surreal being totally topless in the open air for the first time.

I suddenly longed for my bathroom tub at home. It was there where I would privately masturbate almost every night. I would lie down flat along the length of the bathtub, put my legs bent up high along the ceramic tiles, and perfectly position myself beneath the faucet so that when the warm water flowed, the heavy stream would directly caress my clitoris. I would use my fingers to hold my lips wide open so that the hard pressure of the stream would make sustained contact with all the right, sensitive places until I finally felt that calm, glowing, shuddering relief of a deep orgasm.

Daydreaming explicitly like this in public was not good. I suddenly felt a distinct wetness between my legs. I propped myself up on my elbows and looked down towards my thighs. There was a very visible, dark wet spot seeping through the light blue material of the tanga bottom, right where the narrow strip covered my slit. It literally looked like I had urinated, the patch was so large. Mortified, I immediately turned around and lay flat on my front to hide the evidence.

"Kiran, can I get another coat of sunscreen? I am really feeling the heat now!" Preethi called out lazily.

I lay there on my stomach, watching him go through the exact same motions again. He took a considerable amount of time rubbing the thick cream deep into her glutes. When he finished her back, she sat up, and he brazenly rubbed cream all over her small bare breasts. This was obviously a completely normal, accepted routine between the two of them. When he finally finished off with her, he walked directly over to my side.

Without me even asking him to do anything, he pumped out more cream into his large palms and aggressively rubbed it into my upper back. His fingers were spread wide apart, and I felt them glide heavily down the outer sides of my bare breasts, squishing them against the deck chair, and then traveling down onto my lower spine. He then boldly grabbed the waistband of my tanga bottom and yanked it forcefully deep into my butt crack like a proper g-string, exposing my entire rear. He began rubbing cream aggressively all over my naked butt.

He was definitely pushing his luck now, as I felt his oily fingers deliberately brush against my swollen pussy lips from behind. This dangerous teasing went on a few times more as he applied the cream in long, dragging strokes from my glutes all the way down my hamstrings and calves. I had to physically bite my lip to hold myself back from letting out a loud moan.

I was holding my breath just to maintain silence. My dripping wet pussy was fiercely aching to have more contact. I had never felt these kinds of raw sensations before. It was like I was magically transformed into a mindless, horny bimbo. I was yearning for more sexual touching, much, much more.

He then brazenly straddled the deck chair, sitting down across my calves as he continued with the deep tissue massage on my back. As he leaned his weight forward over my back to reach and massage my neck, I distinctly felt something extremely thick and hard pressing directly against my bare butt cheek through his work shorts. I had never physically felt a man's erection before, but I was absolutely sure that this was exactly what it was. This was becoming way too much for my overloaded senses to handle.

"Thank you, Kiran, but I really must get back home to continue studying," I stuttered out in a panic as I started to squirm and turn around.

He quickly retreated backward and stood up hastily. I frantically held my blue top in place over my breasts with my hands and pushed myself up. I grabbed my towel, wrapped it securely around my waist, and practically jogged over to thank Preethi. I think Kiran was a bit taken aback by my sudden, fleeing reaction.

"You are welcome anytime, ma. Thank you for the help, and that swimsuit truly looks stunning on you!" Preethi said, not bothering to cover up as I ran back to get my things from the guest room, which had finally been unlocked.

I grabbed my black swimsuit and my house keys from the bathroom counter, power-walked across Preethi's manicured garden, and slipped through the side gate back to my side of the boundary wall.

I went immediately inside my house, rushed up the stairs to my attached bathroom, and turned on the brass taps to fill the bathtub. I was feeling incredibly tense and physically jittery. It was a completely different kind of tension compared to college stress; this raw energy coursed through my veins, my muscles, and every single inch of my being, as if my body was screaming out loud for a release. I didn't fully realize at the moment that this was massive pent-up sexual frustration, but I suppose my immediate intuition to have a bath and perform my daily masturbation ritual under the taps was some sort of subconscious realization of exactly what I needed.

I took off my black bikini top and then peeled off the tiny blue tanga bottoms. I stood bare and looked at my naked self in the full-length mirror, noticing that my breasts and butt were slightly pink from the harsh sun, despite all the thick sunscreen.

As I tossed the new blue bikini bottoms down onto the counter, I saw a thick, off-white stain pooled in the white cotton inner lining of the crotch. When I leaned in and looked much closer, there appeared to be a heavy, whitish, creamy substance entirely coating the stain. I had never had this extreme sort of heavy discharge before. It smelled distinctly musky, salty, and a bit fishy. I realized with a blush that it must have poured out of me amidst all the wild excitement by the pool.

I absolutely didn't want this filthy evidence to be discovered by the maid or anyone else, so I quickly threw it into the porcelain basin and rigorously rubbed it clean under the hot water tap. I then needed to dry the suit and hide it safely in my wardrobe before my mother came back from her kitty party. She would never in a million years allow me to keep something so obscenely skimpy. She always preached modest, traditional dress to us, and she would take one single look at this string and deem it far too slutty for a decent girl to wear. I definitely didn't want to explain how I got it.

I turned the bathtub taps off and ran quickly downstairs to the utility laundry area at the back of the house to peg the wet suit on the drying line in the direct sun. Just as I was hanging it, I heard a sharp, loud knock on the back kitchen door.

"Hello? It's me, Kiran. I have your Titan watch with me. You left it on the glass table by the pool."

I absolutely didn't expect anyone to show up, let alone at my private back door. I was completely naked as I was dashing around to quickly hang up the suit before getting into the tub. Nobody was expected home for at least another two or three hours. I was caught in a terribly awkward situation because the utility area opened directly up to the main drawing room, which featured massive floor-to-ceiling glass windows looking out onto the back patio—exactly where Kiran was currently standing and peering in.

"I am coming, just give me a minute!" I shouted loudly from behind the washing machine.

There was absolutely nothing to put on in the laundry area other than the soaking wet blue tanga or a single pair of clean pink satin panties sitting in the ironing basket. I frantically pulled on the pink panties and then realized, with dread, that I had not brought any top downstairs with me.

I nervously poked my head around the corner of the wall, and there was Kiran, patiently waiting right in front of the clear glass window, staring directly at me.

Okay, I was going to be confident and brave! I forcefully whispered to myself.

I lifted my chin upward, pushed my shoulders back with forced pride, and walked straight over to unlock the glass door, completely topless. I felt so overwhelmingly naked, so terribly vulnerable in the bright light, that I just could not maintain the brave parade. My shy, introverted self instantly got the better of me, and I quickly folded my arms tightly across each other in front of my chest, hiding my heavy breasts from his direct view.

Kiran, instead of politely handing over my watch through the door, just brazenly stepped inside and walked right into my drawing room.

"You should honestly always dress exactly like this. You have the absolute best tits I have ever seen," he muttered darkly as he made himself comfortable and sat heavily down on our expensive sofa.

"You... you caught me right before getting into the bath. I don't normally walk around my house with my breasts hanging out," I stammered, feeling an irrational need to explain my half-naked state to the pool boy.

"It's funny how you still managed to sunburn even with all that thick cream," Kiran commented casually as his dark eyes roamed hungrily over the various contrasting shades of white and pink across my exposed skin.

"You really must get some soothing after-sun lotion onto those pink spots, otherwise you will get painful water blisters, and that is not good for delicate skin, especially in your most sensitive spots!" Kiran recommended with a smirk.

"If you have some Aloe vera gel, I will gladly help you put it on," he continued smoothly.

"I am sure you would," I answered, surprising myself with a flirtatious tone.

I was just about to refuse him and kick him out, as that was the proper, decent thing to do, when I suddenly thought about the electrifying sensations I had experienced earlier by the pool. Now, I had a private, unhurried chance to experience them all over again. I quickly glanced at the wall clock. It was barely 3:00 PM, and my mother definitely would not be back until 6:00 PM. It was quite safe.

I practically ran out of the room, dashed upstairs to the bathroom, and rummaged through the cabinet for the green bottle of after-sun Aloe vera gel. I returned to the drawing room carrying a large towel and the cold bottle of gel. I spread the towel out over the upholstery of the sofa to protect it, and sat down softly while Kiran confidently took the plastic bottle from my hands.

"You need to lie down flat, and if I am going to properly lather the gel onto those pink spots on your chest, you better move your arms out of the way," he stated in a deep, commanding tone.

My heart racing, I pulled my arms slowly to my sides, fully exposing my heavy, naked breasts to Kiran's intense gaze once again. For the second time today, he got my hormones buzzing wildly, and it felt even stronger and more dangerous with him actually inside my house.

Kiran squeezed out the freezing gel and rubbed it directly into my warm breasts with clear, deliberate intent. My back involuntarily arched upward off the sofa cushions as he dragged his rough thumb directly across my sensitive nipple. He then boldly grasped the hard peak between his thumb and forefinger, repeatedly rolling and caressing it with pressure. I was feeling incredibly horny, and I made no move to stop him. His rough touching was the absolute wildest, most intense thing I had ever felt. I never realized my own body could even generate such a blinding sensation.

It felt exactly like a lightning strike, rippling aggressively through my torso and spreading outward to every nerve ending. I felt a strange, throbbing heat and a deep tightening down in my wet vagina.

It was like a wild, caged animal had been set completely free inside my core, violently struggling to escape its confines. My immediate animal instinct was to jam my own hand down there and touch my clit to tame the burning ache, but I held back. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut as Kiran continued aggressively rubbing in the slick gel. He covered my entire breasts, and every single time he pinched and caressed my pointy nipples, it sent another violent, shuddering rush down my trembling legs.

"Haan... you must turn over now so I can put the cooling lotion on your back spots," Kiran whispered huskily.

I absolutely did not want him to stop fondling my breasts, but I felt utterly obedient to his commands, so I rolled over onto my stomach, my face smushed into the towel. My hazy focus snapped somewhat back to reality, and my spatial awareness returned. I suddenly felt my silky pink panties being hooked by his finger and pulled down a little as Kiran rubbed the cold gel deep into my lower back, right where my spine dipped into my butt crack.

I shivered as I felt the icy lotion hit my hot, red glutes—the painful result of being tanned in such hidden areas for their very first time. Kiran was ruthlessly pulling the fabric of my pink panties deep up into a makeshift g-string wedge as he aggressively massaged the gel in and around the sensitive backs of my upper thighs. Out of nowhere, breaking the heavy, panting silence in the room, Kiran spoke.

"Have you ever actually touched a man's penis?" he asked bluntly.

I was so mortified and shocked by the direct question that I didn't know what on earth to say, so I just kept completely quiet, my face burning into the towel.

"Okay, sorry if I offended you, ma," Kiran continued smoothly, not sounding sorry at all.

"It's... it's okay. The honest truth is, I have never even seen one in real life before," I answered in a timid, shaking whisper.

"Well, I can definitely help you out with that right now!" Kiran offered eagerly.

Before I even had a chance to process his words or say anything, I heard the rustle of fabric. I turned my head over my shoulder, and Kiran had already shoved his work shorts and underwear all the way down to his ankles. He was standing beside the sofa, completely nude from the waist down.

I turned my whole body around and sat up on my knees to look. This was the very first time I was presented with this opportunity, and my raw curiosity overpowered my fear. His penis was incredibly long. It was rock hard and stood completely straight up, like a thick pipe jutting from his pelvis. I was utterly amazed at how massive it was and how tightly it pulled his hairy balls upward. His rigid penis was quite pinkish at the swollen head, and his balls were covered in dark hair, looking so round and heavy. It looked so strange and intimidating, nothing at all like I had imagined. My only prior reference was an illicit glimpse inside a dirty magazine that had belonged to my friend's older brother.

I desperately wanted to reach out, grab it, and feel its hot length, but I just didn't have the nerve to make the first move.

"You see, it's not normally like this. It's strictly because you have made me so damn horny. You are such a sexy, wild girl," Kiran remarked, his voice thick with lust.

"Come on, feel it!" Kiran urged as he reached out, boldly grabbed my shaking hand, and placed it firmly around his thick, throbbing tube.

It felt boiling hot to the touch. I nervously wrapped my small fingers around its massive circumference. It was impossibly huge; my short fingers could barely even wrap all the way around it to touch my thumb. Kiran placed his large hand heavily over my small hand and started to forcefully guide it up the slick shaft of his penis. When I felt a distinct, smooth ridge at the very top, he shoved my hand aggressively downward, right to the hairy base of his shaft. I felt his heavy balls bump against my pinky finger.

Kiran now took his hand off mine entirely. He reached down and aggressively shoved his thick middle finger hard against the crotch of my soaked pink panties, pressing brutally inward against my hot, swollen pussy.

This was unbelievable. I simply could not hold it back anymore. All my breath just vanished, and a loud, guttural, passionate moan tore out of my throat all by itself. "Aaaahh... god..."

He ruthlessly pumped his finger in and out on top of the wet satin fabric of my panties, and in doing so, he was vigorously grinding and caressing my throbbing, tight little clitoris. I instantly felt a massive, rushing wave of intense pressure crash down my body, exactly like a hot waterfall. I surrendered completely to it, and I felt a violent contraction deep inside, and then another rapid one, and then an entire earthquake ripple of pure, blinding contractions rooted deep inside my core, spreading violently outward to my toes.

My pussy felt exactly like an overflowing well of bubbling, hot juices. I felt the slick liquid gush completely out of me and thoroughly soak through my panties. There was a huge, clear, saturated spot right at my vaginal entrance, turning the pink satin completely see-through against my skin. My dark pubic hairs showed clearly through the wet fabric.

I rapidly continued the wet, pumping up-and-down motion on his rigid cock as Kiran stretched his neck completely backward, groaning loudly. His finger was mashing against my clit in perfect, frantic rhythm with my hand. I had completely stopped being the shy neighbor girl; I was moaning and gasping shamelessly as his slick fingers miraculously managed to stretch the fabric and slip directly inside my wet pussy, penetrating me right through the leg hole of the panties. Kiran was grunting and panting heavily too.

Suddenly, I felt his rock-hard cock jump violently inside my fist, and then it just went completely nuts, jerking and bucking upward again and again uncontrollably. Every single time it jerked, it spat out thick, hot globs of white sperm, which immediately began dripping down my knuckles and fingers in warm streams. Kiran was gasping loudly and rapidly. I blindly kept pumping my fist up and down until he clamped both his hands tightly over mine and physically pried my wet fist off his throbbing penis.

"Ah fuck... wow, that was so fucking good. I needed that so badly!" Kiran panted heavily, smiling down at me in raw satisfaction.

I sat there on the sofa, dazed and panting, staring blankly at the massive puddles of thick white cum smeared all over my little fingers and dripping onto the towel. Dazed, I reached down and mindlessly wiped my sticky fingers clean against the fabric of my ruined pink panties.

I had experienced so many intensely different sensations and brand-new boundaries broken that day. I desperately wanted to rip my wet panties completely off and have Kiran touch me bare and unabated on the sofa, but I honestly didn't really know what the hell I was doing, as I was so young and entirely inexperienced.

I eventually hid the skimpy blue swimsuit deep in my closet away from my mother, but I did dare to wear it again at private parties. I discovered quickly that it was an absolute magnet for male attention, and I deeply enjoyed the dirty, sensual thrill I got whenever a guy would perv over my body with clear lust in his eyes. I never gave out the hint that I actually enjoyed the attention, but playing the innocent tease worked so well in keeping me perpetually horny.