Golden Time With My Reader Part 1 (Meeting Her)
belly button, dominant woman, hyderabad

Hi, thank you all for tremendous comments for my previous submission. I am back with another real-life incident happened to me a few days back. Actually, this woman sent me mail appreciating my writing and gradually our talks increased to sexual chats. She hails from one of the districts in Coastal Andhra but staying in Hyderabad. She told that she was absolutely not happy with her husband’s performance on bed. She was absolutely depressed and it was very difficult for her to control her sexual desires. She also told me that she has a tendency of domination in sex which her husband has never encouraged. Many times she had to suppress her desires. After a few regular chats, she became very close to me. She called me to their flat one day and I went to their home like internet repair man and knocked on the door. She opened the door and welcomed me. I entered their home and saw her. I was really stunned and mesmerized to see her beauty. Her name was Spandana, aged about 26 years and no children yet. With my looks, I measured her figure as 36-24-26 with well-shaped curves. She was wearing a white top and legging and a red bra under the top. Her bra was visible over the white top and I kept looking at her bra and boobs. Actually, I wanted to talk to her at least for few initial minutes but her beauty was making me dry and making me forget everything else. I told her: “Hey Spandana, you are so beautiful. And as your name indicates, your beauty is creating vibrations in me. Very new vibrations are generating in me.” She smiled and replied: “Thank you for the compliments,” and also asked me, “By the way what kind of vibrations are generating in you?” I said, “Sometimes a touch can give you better expression than words.” I took her hand and kept it on my heart told to observe. Her hand was very soft and smooth and I really wanted to have it for some time there. She was actually not ready for that my action and immediately she took back her hand. She was little nervous too. After a few minutes, I again took her nervous hands in my hands and kissed it. She was not taking back her hands this time. Maybe some kind of comfort she was getting. I again planted few kisses on her fingers and in both palms. She was so near to me and some heat was starting in both of us. I asked her, “Can I kiss you?” She told me, “You don’t need to ask or take permission for a kiss. It should happen unexpectedly and spontaneously. If you ask and give a kiss, the kiss loses its value and romantic feeling. It should happen spontaneously and instantly.” Listening to her words, I immediately kissed on her lips and started exploring her lips. It was my first kiss to her. It was really a beautiful feeling to touch the rose petals like lips of her. Oh my god! How delicate they are? How soft they are? How smooth they are? I closed my eyes to fill that beautiful moment in my heart rather than in my eyes. Wow! It was indeed a nice feeling. It will be always fresh in my heart ever. My mind was also blank for some time. I felt like all the blood and cells of my body are coming and storing in my lips to have and feel her soft touch of lips. Even she closed her eyes and enjoying my kiss. It lasted for more than three minutes but I felt it was a very short time. I again kissed her few more times all over her face. She asked me “Why are you raining kisses on me?” I replied, “It happened spontaneously and you should not ask when a kiss is received. A kiss loses its value and romantic feeling if asked. Moreover, it is not an exam to prepare and present. It happens by its own and spontaneously.” I also said, “A beauty has to be admired, appreciated and worshipped always. I think that there is no beautiful language than kisses to admire, appreciate and worship the beauty and when we see a beauty of infinity. It definitely needs a rain of kisses which I am raining dear.” We both laughed for a while. I again said smiling “There is still a lot more beauty is pending for the admiration, appreciation, and worshipping.” She murmured in my ears, “I am giving you all the freedom. Do whatever you want and whatever you can. I also want to see and feel what best a man can give to a woman. Just make me crave for it.” Her words and blush gave me enough signals that she also wanted something more. I embraced her and did not give any gap to move her for some time. She was in my arms and melting herself in my cuddle. She closed her eyes and I let her be comfortable in my hug. I once again kissed her on her forehead, then on her eyes, on her nose, on her cheeks, and on her chin and finally on her lips. She was giving a good response to me and competing with me. Meanwhile, her chest was also touching mine and my entire body was also touching her body. Her chest was spongy. I hesitatingly put my right-hand fingers on her left tit for the first time. It was a strange feeling. A small ah sound came from her. I was sure that it was giving a nice feeling to her too. I started pinching her tit smoothly initially. Later I was repeating the pinching with additional force. Her moaning sounds were increasing little more. I extended my hand and touched her left boob with my right palm. It was so soft and not completely coming into my hand. I started pressing it over her top and she was enjoying it. I increased my speed little more accordingly she started moaning more. I kept my left hand on her right boob too and started pinching, pressing and tickled it too. She was absolutely under my control and adjusting herself into a comfortable position. Her moaning also increased a little bit. Slowly I made her laid on the bed and started pressing her boobs rhythmically. She was neither opening her eyes nor seeing what was happening. Maybe she wanted to feel the excitement with mind and fill it in her heart. I kissed slowly on her belly button. What a soft belly it was? It was in pure white color like a bunch of clouds put together at a place. I gave almost 10-15 kisses on it or maybe more than that. I really lost the counting then. Slowly I lifted her top over her head and there she was in her red bra. Her boobs were not completely covered by her bra and some part of her boobs was visible to me. It was really very white as white as milk paneer and they were really trying to come out of it. I felt like they are asking to give freedom to them as they were covered for so much time. I moved towards her breast as if I have understood her breast’s anguish and wanted to give them freedom. I said the same to her. She was absolutely blushing with my words and that was enough for me to unhook her bra.