Vrindavan – Encounter With A Nymph
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This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance is coincidental. It was a beautiful trip so far; my friends and me had been out for over a week. Traveling all the way from Mumbai to Jammu, Delhi and Agra. One of my friend who is an ardent devotee of Lord Krishna suggested we go visit Mathura before we return home. Also it would be shame being so close to Mathura; Agra, we didn’t visit the Lords birthplace. The following day we went to Mathura, we visited Gokul and the Shree Krishna Temple. Being an antagonist I was getting a bit tired of this whole trip that actually was a pilgrimage. But I was happy because the next evening we would be boarding a train back to our home. As I was dreaming about my sweet bed my friends bombarded my dreams by declaring to visit Vrindavan the next morning. I protested in vain. The last day of our trip, we took an auto-rickshaw from Mathura to Vrindavan. Finally after forty minutes we were in Vrindavan. As soon as we were in Vrindavan I felt a little dizzy and nauseated; maybe I was tired from all the traveling for ten days. I followed my friends quietly as they lead through narrow lanes and by lanes to the ‘Thakurji Temple’. It’s the most important temple in the Vrindavan. So obviously it was crowded. People were bustling inside the temple. There was a separate queue for men and women. So we stood in the men’s queue that leads you to a podium where you have to stand by a wooden railing to get the beloved Lords ‘darshan’. So everyone was trying hard to get close to the wooden railing. I don’t know what came over me but I decided to join the crowd and I started pushing people away so as to get close to the railing. When I was a little close to the railing I leaned forward to get the ‘Mukh Darshan’. I suddenly felt my ears getting warmer there was slight excitement in my pants. Like they say the body has it’s own mind. So I looked who was ahead of me; I was shocked to see there was a woman standing right between the railing and me. And it was she I was leaning on for sometime and that was the reason for all the excitement down under. I took a few steps back. I thought it was a sin even to think of sex in the Lords house. So I stood there with some space between her and me for some time. Then somebody pushed me over her and I was leaning on her again. Again I had the same feeling; it was hard fighting my demons. Finally, I gave into my lust. She was a short fair skinned woman, wearing a lime colored saree that had a golden embroidered border and a red blouse. I decided to take my chances and I cupped her left boob from behind. She was so engrossed in ‘darshan’ that she hardly took notice of my hand on her boobs. So I boldly squeezed her left boob and leaned on her so as my cock in my pants rubbed on her cute ass. That’s when she jerked my hand and turned around to see her molester. I was petrified she might go mad at me, curse me or even get me beaten up by the mob. But she turned around gave me a blank stare. I smiled at her. She was a woman in her mid thirties, petite with black hair and big round eyes and handful boobs. She turned around again to bend over the railing. This was my cue, I leaned over her, my left hand rubbing and squeezing her boobs over her red blouse and my right hand caressing her ass over her sari. Then I placed my hips in such a way that I could rub my pelvis over her ass mounds, feeling her ass crack on my cock in my pants. Now both of my hands busy mauling her boobs and my crotch rubbing against her ass. I had given into my sin and I was transcended into a different space altogether. When she suddenly broke off me and started walking away from me. I was disheartened she was leaving and I couldn’t do anything. Then she turned and looked back and grinned. I felt I was being pulled towards her and I followed her. She walked out of the temple into the narrow puzzling lanes and I followed her. She walked into a dark corridor, for a moment I couldn’t see anything. Then in came a sudden burst of light blinding my eyes. When my eyes got used to the light. I saw I was in a small cellar and there she was standing in front of me with her hair opened up, which were long all the way to her hips. Her eyes shined with the gleam of light and her face glowed brightly as rays of light reflected form her milky white face. I was like in a haze, a strange mystical power controlling me. I pulled her closer, kissed her lips as I ran my fingers through her hair, caressing her head softly. She started kissing back, unbuttoning my shirt. I pulled of her sari, greedily sucking her tongue, licking her face. I striped off her white petticoat and white panty at one go, unhooked her red blouse and red bra. She looked divine with all the light beaming of her naked skin. Now we were both naked in that little cellar. I started licking her neck and her shoulder, my hands caressing, squeezing and rubbing her boobs. She let out mute squeaks, oohs and umms. Then I licked her boobs slowly, kissed her baby pink nipples, which were hard now. I kept nibbling her nipples softly as I slid my finger in her pussy. She moaned and pressed my face hard to her breast. I sucked her boobs like a hungry infant, fingering her pussy simultaneously. She moaned and shrieked softly and with a jerk and shuddering she squirted her warm juices on my hand. I licked my fingers then licked her dripping pussy, my tongue lapping up her pussy juice. Then I started rubbing my cock over her pussy slowly pushing my cock in her pussy. I could feel her pussy tightening around my cock. I started thrusting my cock deep and hard in her pussy. She moaned and groaned loudly as I banged her pussy hard and fast. We were lip locked as she gripped my neck and back strongly scratching me. I was crazily pounding her pussy as she shrieked loudly. After sometime of wild fucking she shrilled loudly as she came hard and I blew cum in her pussy with a thud and shivering of my body. There was loads of cum dripping out her pussy. She smiled at me. She looked contempt. I lay there on top of her kissing her face as I drifted to sleep. When I woke up the lights were fading in the cellar and there was no sign of her. I was alone stark naked in the cellar. I didn’t know how long I was sleeping there; I was confused and amazed of what had happened. But one thing I know, I would never find her again. The only sign of our lovemaking is the hickey on my neck that ceases to fade. Vrindavan – Encounter With A Nymph