Brenda My English Blonde Bombshell
69 position, handjob, pub

Hi, lovely sex story readers. This is Mantra aka Manny, with my many other talents that I will reveal to you later. Though I am older now, I have shown my wild oats in my younger days. That was mostly in north western England, an area that is home to most of the successful football teams. I worked and lived in a suburb near the city after my further studies. Of course, I have some really good sexciting anecdotes to present to you here. All of them are my personal experiences. Even now, they remind me of my exciting days. I have altered some names and specific places. In my beginning years there, I was quiet and quite conscious of being different – Indian. However, the penny dropped when I realized that whenever I walked into a pub or anywhere, most eyes would follow and notice me. So instead of feeling “noticed” and conscious, I took advantage of the situation to directly connect with people who would likely become my friends and if female, lovers later. In those days, there were not that many Indians where I lived. All my friends were English or European. I socialized well at work and in the pub, which I visited most evenings to chill and be thrilled when I lucked out. I thought about it and figured that when I acted self-assured, I could use my intuition and quiet charm to make a female think that I am a natural and trusting man, quick witted (you need to be, in England), or seizing an initiative to connect with her inner being. When it clicked, it was a new beginning. This way, over the time, I had steady girlfriend’s – was selective about quality and not quantity. One of them was Brenda 1 – though later, I also had a short term girlfriend also with the same name Brenda 2. Para 6 = I may be like an uncle now, late 50’s in age, married, healthy and active. I live in Pune now. Even though I had a few firangi flings, they have brought me an amazing, broad array of experiences when no internet, mobile phones etc existed. I did very well experience wise, without drugs or crazy stuff. I had a select few girlfriend experiences, each that lasted a couple of months or longer, and a couple of ONS’s. My wife is the only desi person I’ve been with. Unfortunately, we do not engage much now, except for the household matters. While in Pune here, I’m amazed by the quality of desi talent and I fantasize about desi experience. If you are a female, your advantages and expectations for both you and me are complete confidentiality; no drama; my shoulder for support and mentorship, especially if you are a college student, young wife or IT Engr. – I have additional surprises in experience and healing talents – when you are willing, mein suchmooch aapko mantramugdh kar doonga, kyun ki mein bahot unique aadmi hun. If female, are you the one? I am self-assured, like Indian classical music, poetry and more. quick connect me at [email protected] This is about Brenda 1, quite an attractive blonde, great smile and assets, a great body and as I discovered later, a great lover. Apart from being an art student, she worked part time in the pub. Of course, a lot of men made passes at her and wanted to be with her. Yet somehow, my sense of humor with acute timing, charms, and different looks brought us together and so we really connected. She loved soft jazz, especially Brazilian bossa nova so we started to go to my flat after our pub closed and she finished work at 11.15 pm or so. I am quite a good cook, so I’d make us some tasty meal and then and since it was a bed-sitter flat, we would begin our romantic sessions. I had set my Teac reel to reel tape deck on auto- reverse play mode with seductive soft jazz that we both loved to set a sexy backdrop. And we would get on with the other thing we loved, our sex sessions. Brenda 1, I called her Bren, had a great figure – pert pink tits, with the soft pink surrounding area, sitting on a mound of well rounded 35” D cup boobs. Her waist was 23”, and dropped down to a 35” arse hips, and for her 5’ 3” height, she was a good huggable match for my 5’8”. The most amazing part of Bren was her clean shaven pussy – heavenly protruding pussy lips (labia) – ‘ppl’ ….. she was initially very shy about her ‘ppl’s but the first time I saw them when I undressed her, I raved about the ppl and went on to kiss and lick and kiss and lick for such a long time that Bren og’ed (orgasmed) in superb spasms releasing her nectar. She wanted to undress me herself in her own artistic way and gave me blow job that I still remember so well. Check out indiansexstories dot net for more exciting and erotic stories. She had an extra flexible tongue, and she kissed and licked my balls and penis – I called it my ‘pen’ since I signed –in and logged into her chut zone, telling her my pen is sweeter than a sword! Anyways, Bren continued to deep throat me, while I again continued licking and exploring her ppl in the 69 position. We were at it for almost an hour and in between taking breaks to kiss, lick and fondle her boobs and nibble on her pink nipples – nips. The first time I entered her pussy with my pen, it felt so, so very nice and warm. It was winter like cold outside though it was September since we had celebrated her birthday a few days back (without sex) when I hit it off with her. My penis was cozily and tightly wrapped up within her wet and warm insides of her pussy: my pen is in heaven – seventh heaven. So much so that this first time I entered her pussy, my pen stayed inside relishing the warmth of her cunt. Bren did not move as I just ‘parked’ my dick. My pen is inside and enjoys the glowing pleasure of her warm cave. Then as Bren started moving her hips gently, slowly rocking up and down and slowly grinding in a circular motion for a good 10 to 15 minutes, I was getting hypnotized by her sensuous, artistic body movements. She continued and I began to gather momentum and speed. Our love grind continued to the rhythm of a bossa nova number playing The girl from Ipanema, cause when Bren swayed her hips, I went ‘oh my god’ – many many times. You see, we captured the horizontal movements of a bossa nova dance while we did our sway and grind to the music. The time we spent at our love making sway and grind was a good, slow forty minutes when I climaxed into her. I played with her pussy lips that were now soft and satisfied until Bren herself orgasmed = ogled. Remember to go back to para 3 anytime you wish. Being an art student, Bren liked poetry, so I read her one of the Brazilian poems, translated into English from Portuguese, from the LP cover (do you know LP?) She loved my slightly British-slightly mixed accent, my diction, (and my dickaction=dicktion!) and soothing seductive medium-deep tone of my voice. We had a meal break and later continued our session for another similar round till 3.30 a.m! Bren then had to go to her parents’ home for which we had to get dressed, go to a telephone booth, call a taxi. In those days of no digital devices, the internet, cell phones or Uber, this was a great way to experience a 3.30 a.m. sunrise in England. I was only going to write an anecdote with Bren when we had gone on a hiking trip with a church group to the Lake District. We were enjoying a Sunday pub grub and drink in an open air area of a pub. Bren was sitting next to me and suddenly her hand had gone below the 5 ft diameter table, go inside my pants after undoing the zip, and began to stroke my pen. Here I was, talking with the group, attempting to keep a straight face and having this Bren, my lovely wench, giving me a hand job. It was very enjoyable and thrilling but I was also very scared if someone found out. Especially, remember, I WAS with a Church group and if discovered, it would have been very embarrassing. Even as I write this, I feel shivers of being concerned as well as having enjoyed a Public display of affection – what a PDA!!! Without being caught! What was Bren thinking? She was fearless! Well, I’ve already described one part of this hiking trip to Lake District. Next time, I will tell you about what Bren and I got into when we got back to the countryside hotel. In fact, I’ve had a few other incidents of PDA. I do things differently – I will not put my email address and plead with you to send me emails etc. After reading this anecdote, please go back to the third paragraph and remember what you can do as your mission to seek excitement if that is what you are looking for. You can use it as an opening to make a connection. Remember, the pen is sweet if you allow the pen dip into honeypot that you manage. Will you remember to go back to paragraph 6 of this sex story? Next anecdote, Brenda at the Country Hotel.