An Unexpected Night With Khushika
hot, navel, wet pussy

Hello guys, my name is Raaj. I’m 22 years old and 6 feet tall. I have a slim and athletic body. This is my first story on ISS. If you like it, do give it a thumbs up and comment your thoughts. This incident is a bit long but worth reading trust me. Anybody for friendship or fun, Email me – [email protected] This incident happened last year in November. Our group of 6 college friends had gone to attend another friend’s brother’s wedding reception in Mussoorie. Among our group, there were two couples (bf-gf), and a girl named Khushika and me. So total six people. We had enquired about a hotel online but had not pre booked it thinking it was off-season and hence rooms would be empty anyway. We started our journey early morning and reached by late afternoon. After reaching the hotel, we asked to book four rooms – one each for the two couples, one for me and one for Khushika. Surprisngly there were only three rooms available. The couples wanted to stay together and have some private time and hence only one room was left which had to be shared between me and Khushika. We both denied at first, but were forced to share the room by the couples and so we had to agree. I am a very shy person – I had known Khushika for about a year now. We were not very good friends but we had the same friend circle and hence knew each other too. When we entered the room, we saw that there was only one bed. There was also a sofa but it was too small to adjust any of us. So we had to share the bed. We decided to keep a pillow in between us to divide the bed. Thankfully there were two blankets. The next day, we all had an early morning breakfast and then left for sightseeing. The two couples were busy among themselves – holding hands together and lost in their own world. Khushika and I were walking slowly behind, talking to each other about random stuff. I cracked a few jokes in between, to break the ice between us and be more comfortable. She seemed to like my company. Our hands touched once, but I retracted my hand back, feeling too shy. I’ve always been the gentleman type. We returned by afternoon and took some rest in the hotel. The same evening, we had to attend the reception party. I dressed a bit early and left the room as Khushika had to wear a saree which of course she could not have worn in the bathroom. So, I left the room early and asked her to take her time in getting ready. I was wearing a blue suit with a white shirt. I waited in the lobby for others. After about an hour, everybody came to the lobby. The last to come was Khushika, and when I saw her, I had my heart in my mouth. She looked stunning! She wore a dark blue chiffon saree with a backless blouse, and heels. She looked like a copy of Deepika from Ye Jawani Hai Deewani. I had never seen a sexier woman in my life. Her low cut blouse was revealing her cleavage clearly; I could see her deep, yummy navel through her transparent saree. I don’t know how girls manage to wear such stuff even in winter. Maybe they don’t feel the cold as they themselves are so hot! She came smiling and grabbed my arms ready to go. I was awe-struck; I didn’t know what was in her mind. We enjoyed the reception thoroughly. My eyes were only fixed on Khushika’s curves. Her navel was peeking on from her saree every now and then. I could see how some guys were looking at Khushika with eyes full of lust. One of them even asked her for a dance. But her reply made me speechless, I was talking to somebody else nearby, but I clearly saw from the side of my eyes that she said she had a boyfriend pointing towards me. I thought maybe she said so because she didn’t want to dance with him. Later, when we were returning to our hotel, she fell asleep on my shoulders. Now I could clearly see her boobs. I wanted to touch them and feel them. I wanted to kiss her navel and lick them so long as I wanted. I wanted to put my dick in her navel and then fuck her hard. But I just couldn’t. I was feeling a bulge in my pants. I was trying hard to divert my mind. It had started to rain. Suddenly, she woke up with sweat all over her face. When I asked she said she had a nightmare about a ghostly woman about which she had read in some book about Mussoorie. She looked terrified. I kept my hands on her shoulders assuring her everything was alright. When we reached the hotel, we came to know that a lightning stuck on the transformer and hence there was a power failure which could be repaired by morning only. They did not have power backup as it was a hill station, so no need of fans or ACs. The staff had placed candles in the corridor, and the receptionist gave us one to light in our rooms. We bid other friends goodnight and went towards our room. Khushika was still afraid and was holding my arm tightly. Her boobs were pressing hard against the elbow. We entered the room, and as soon as I closed the door behind me, there was a loud thunder and Khushika hugged me tightly. I tried to assure her everything was fine, but she just won’t believe. She told me, “Raaj, please sleep closer to me tonight, I’m afraid”. I was in seventh heavens. We went straight to bed and did not even bother to change. There was no pillow between us. She had her back towards me and I had my face towards her back. I was looking at her backless blouse in the dim light of the candle. I wanted to touch her bare back. Another loud thunder made her come more towards me. Her ass was now touching my dick. I unbuttoned my shirt and threw it out of the bed. Then I slowly unzipped my pant and took out my dick. I came close to her. Her bare back was touching my chest. It was warm. I unhooked her blouse and started caressing her back. She did not resist. Then I placed my hand on her waist and slowly started rubbing her navel. She came closer towards me. Now I slid my hands under her saree and I was in for a shock. She wasn’t wearing any panty! She had gone to the party without wearing a panty! Her vagina was wet with some sticky liquid. I rubbed her vagina with by hands. By that time she had removed her unhooked blouse. I slowly turned her towards me and she started licking my lips and tongue. I did the same. Her tongue tasted like chocolate; probably she had a chocolate paan at the party. We kept sucking each others’ tounges for about 15 minutes, and then I moved down to suck her firm tits and hard nipples. After sucking on for a while, she lifted her saree and came on top of me. She sat on my dick and it went inside her vagina by itself. It was the best feeling in life and can’t be described in words. This was not sex, we were making love to each other. We both were passionate. I moaned loudly at first, she kept her hands on my mouth sand said, “Shh, let’s keep this our dirty little secret”. I obliged. She was grinding over me for about 20 minutes. When I was about to cum, I told her to get off and then unloaded my cum in her deep navel. Then I went on to lick her vagina until she had her orgasm. We waited for about an hour and then again made love to each other. This time I fucked her in weird positions that I had fantasized. I held her mouth and bit her lower lip and sucked it for almost 5 minutes. Then I held her hair while she gave me a blowjob. She rolled her tongue over the tip of my penis like a professional pornstar. We both were having the time of our lives! The next day was a free day. We woke up late, had our breakfast in the room only, and then took shower together. We applied soap on each others’ bodies, and then I fucked her in the shower by lifting her leg. We finally finished it with a series of short kisses. There was no shyness amongst us now. We had broken the ice finally!