Ayesha's Adventure

That night Ayesha spent dreaming of Mohit and three days later when Mohit called again and invited her to his place to meet his sister, Ayesha readily accepted. Since this was a big deal, Ayesha decided to spend a bit extra time getting ready. She went to the beauty parlor and got arms and legs waxed. She even took extra care and shaved off her underarms and pubic area. The latter she did mainly as a habit, as in the Muslim culture periodic removal of underarm and pubic hair is considered a must. She wore a traditional outfit with a blue shalwar and yellow kameez which she topped off with a white dupatta (a long cloth often draped over the bosom for modestly).

Mohit picked her up in the afternoon and drove to his place. He took Ayesha inside and had her sit down in the living room. He sat down next to her.

"I have a confession to make," He said. "My sister isn't here."

Looking at the onset of confusion at Ayesha face, he continued. "While my sister does want to meet you, right now my whole family is out of town for two days. Other than the maid who comes and goes, there is no one here. I wanted to spend some time alone with you so we can get to know each other and I wasn't sure if I had been honest with you before, you would agree to come over."

Ayesha was quiet for a moment, and then said, "Ok you are forgiven but no more lies. And for future reference, I too want to spend time alone with you."

The look the Mohit's face was priceless. He gently held Ayesha's hand and bent down and kissed her fingers. Then called on his maid and asked for some tea. Throughout the tea, he kept looking at Ayesha who could feel his eyes probing her. Rather than feeling offended or uncomfortable, she was enjoying his eyes on her, and was thrilled that he found her desirable.

The maid left after taking care of the dishes and soon the two of them were really alone. As soon as she left, Mohit closed and locked all the doors. Then turned to his stereo system and started the music. It was similar to the music they were dancing to at the party. Mohit walked over and Ayesha expected him to reach out for her hand, but Mohit went straight for her dupatta and wrapped it around his neck like a scarf and started dancing.

Suddenly feeling self-conscious without the duppata, Ayesha folded her arms around her bosom.

"Dance with me, Ayesha" Mohit said extending his hand.

"Give me the duppata Mohit, I'm feeling shy," Ayesha said.

"Then you have to dance with me," Mohit continued and teased her by flicking the duppata out to her just out of her reach.

Soon Ayesha conceded and slowly dropped her arms and started to dance. In moments she was back to the same Ayesha that was dancing with him in the party. The dupatta was soon forgotten. Mohit pulled Ayesha to him and the two were dancing like they do in music videos. Their bodies inching closer, their hands touching and roaming on each other and their desires getting worked up and it was only a moment of time when their relation ship was going to taken to the next level.

Giving into the moment, Mohit pulled Ayesha to himself and hugged her tightly. Ayesha wrapped her finger around him and closed her eyes. She could hear this heart thumping almost as loudly as hers. Then she felt his lips touch her neck, the felt jolts of electricity run though her body. She wrapped her arms tighter around him as Mohit kissed her neck again. Mohit then gently placed his hand on Ayesha face and lifted it off his chest so the two were looking at each other. Both had a look of desire and anticipation.

Mohit caressed Ayesha's face with the back on his finger and his eyes had warmth and sincerely that made her melt. He gently kissed her forehead, and then her cheeks. Ayesha slowly arched her neck back and Mohit slowly, tenderly pressed his lips to hers. Ayesha first kiss was everything she had imagined it to me. Her whole body felt as if it was on fire. Mohit's hands were roaming up and down her back and gently caressing her ass cheeks and pulling her up.

The lovers broke their tender kiss and looked into each other eyes. Both knew they wanted more, and pressed their lips to each other again. This time, when their lips touched, Mohit's tongue pried her lips apart and made her mouth open enough to let their tongues touch. A sh ock went though Ayesha's body from her knees to her nipples when his tongue met hers and their lips pressed hard against each other.

Their kissing was getting louder as their passions were overtaking them. Again, Mohit parted her lips and sent his tongue darting into her mouth. Ayesha's eyes closed tightly and she arched back, as his plunging tongue explored her mouth while his lips pressed against hers with terrible hunger. She felt the upwelling of lust that threatened to overwhelm her and the fires that the passionate kiss kindled in her healthy young body sent her up on her toes. His chest was pushing onto her breasts, crushing them, making her nipples hardened in retaliation. Soon, Ayesha was kissing him back with equal vigor, her own tongue answering his probes, slithering up against his in that lewd intimate dance that only lovers know. Then Mohit pulled back, and she was left breathless and panting, her breasts heaving in the aftermath of their first kiss, and her concealed pussy had started to soak her panties.

Going with beats of the music, and still not breaking eyes contact, Mohit slowly unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall off his body. She moved closer to Ayesha and she slowly touched his bare chest with her fingers, feeling his skin, his heat, and the wisps of hair that gave him a true manly look. Not stopping with just the shirt, Mohit continued his stripping and soon was only in his shorts. This time Ayesha walked over to him and hugged his almost naked body feeling the heat emanating form his skin. The couple started kissing again, their tongues dancing in each other mouths, and the sounds of their kisses almost as loud as the music. Mohit's cock was straining in his shorts, and pushing insistently on Ayesha's covered thigh.

Ayesha was in a daze by now. Her lust had taken over her and being with Mohit in this state was sparked a huge desire for physical satisfaction in her. She felt her whole body get hot and started to ache with lust. Her breasts were feeling heavy and her nipples were so hard they felt ready to rip out of the bra cups. Her pussy was now oozing her juices out and her panties were soaked and had started to creep into her vagina's slit.

Breaking their kiss, Mohit whispered in her ear, "I heard that Muslims girls keep themselves hairless."

A moment later, Ayesha whispered back, "You'll have to check for yourself to find out."

Not missing a beat, Mohit started unhooking her kameez from behind (kameez usually have a few hooks or buttons at the back just below the neck). He reach down and held on to the hem of the kameez and slowly raised it to her mid-riff. He then got on his knees and kissed her exposed belly. Ayesha started feeling her legs weaken with each kiss of his hot lips on her skin. Mohit continued to raise the kameez inch by inch, kissing her exposed skin all the up to her cleavage. Ayesha raised her hand to help him out and Mohit pulled up her kameez just enough to cover her face and trap her arms momentarily. He took a moment to admire her bra covered breasts and before Ayesha could react, he bent down and kissed her cleavage. Ayesha let out a moan which made Mohit's cock twitch. He pulled out the Kameez completely and threw it aside.

Ayesha's body was hot and she was breathing rapidly. Mohit took her in his arms again and kissed her lips and neck passionately. Now wanted to let her go, he slowly turned her around so that her back was pressed on to her chest. He then slowly lowered his arms and gently cupped great bra-clad breasts. Ayesha moaned again, and raised her head back and kissed Mohit. Their tongues slipped into each other mouths as his hand caressed and massaged her breasts. Her nipples are poking out and felt to Mohit. He slowly slipped one of his hands down to the waist band of her shalwar and pulled on the knot of the waistband. The waistband was non elastic and as soon as the knot was undone, the shalwar fell onto the floor. She turned around again, stepping out of the heap and continued their passionate kisses. It was an amazing site to see the two lovers locked in their passionate embrace, dressed only in their underwear.

Ayesha looked heavenly to Mohit and unable to control his lust and desire, he moved his hand up her back, tracing her spine with his finger, all the way up to her bra strap. Then with nipple finger, he unhooked the bra, and using his teeth, he pulled the straps off both shoulders one at a time. He kissed her neck and bare shoulders and then parted from her just enough to let the bra fall off her body and expose her breasts.

Mohit reached his hand across to her and lightly touched his palm to the nipple of her left breast. Ayesha drew in a deep breath and locked her eyes with her lover. Mohit slid his palm down dragging the skin over her nipple. Mohit rubbed my fingers in a wider circle now and stroked across her nipple. He kept pushing as the circle went across her nipple which was quickly getting harder and harder. He then heard a soft moan and looking up to her he saw she had her eyes closed. Mohit closed his fingers as he pulled away, allowing them to all draw in to gently pinch her nipple just as his hand pulled away. There were goosebumps all over her skin and her nipple had hardened. He moved my face in to meet with her other breast. Mohit mimicked his previous finger motion with his lips. As his lips closed on her nipple, he pulled away, not letting her breast leave contact with his lips until the force of their pressure was no longer enough to pull.

Mohit bent once more to kiss her, a fierce kiss that matched the look in his eyes and then took her breasts in his hands again, and raising one hard nipple to his mouth. Ayesha almost fell to the floor as sh e felt his hot mouth on her breast, ravaging it.

"Your breasts are so beautiful. You don't know, you'll never know, how much I love them." He gasped.

When his mouth engulfed her nipple, she cried out once, a sharp, piercing sound that turned to whimpers as he began to suck. His tongue licked and roamed around the hard nipple as he sucked.

Ayesha's feeling was like nothing sh e had ever known and sh e wanted to be able to see his eyes as he did this. How she found her voice to tell him what she wanted, she would never know.

"Mohit, My god Mohit, I love this." Aye sh a groaned

He took his mouth from her nipple, and picked her up in his arms and took her the few steps to the sofa, gently putting her on her back.

Kissing his way down, Mohit planted a wet trail from Ayesha's heaving breast to the waist bad of her completely drenched panties. His slipped his fingers into both sides of her panties and slowly pulled them down. The panties made a gentle slopping sound as they pulled away from her pussy and Mohit was delighted to see not a single strand of hair was present on the Aye sh a's glistening pussy.

Mohit slipped his fingers inside of her, making her gasp as he spread her juices all over her bare pussy. As he brought them up to her clit, sh e jumped slightly. He sucked her nipples back into my mouth as he fingered her, sliding his fingers inside of her while rubbing her clit with my thumb.

Aye sh a was lost in a daze. She left that he had left her own body was was in a realm that sh e couldn't have imagined before. It didn't take long before all this stimulation got to Ayesha, and she cried out.

"Ohhhhhh Gooooodddddddd Mohit. Oh my Goooddddddd...." was all sh e could manage as sh e had her first orgasm.

Aye sh a pulled Mohit to her and kissed his over and over. His cock was rock hard and needed attention. As sh e kissed him, Mohit took her right hand and brought it down to his cock. She pulled away in surprise. Mohit broke their kiss and put her hand back, this time rubbing his cock with her hand. Once the sh ock wore off, Ayesha started to rub his cock with steadily growing confidence.

"You like this?" she asked.

"Mmmmm...." was all Mohit could say.

Mohit lifted his hips and pulled off his boxers. Aye sh a stared at his cock, waving back and forth. For a moment she seemed unsure. She was horny and really wanted to have sex, but now that she was at the point of no return, she was a bit apprehensive. Sensing this, Mohit told her to close her eyes. He squeezed his cock, and had some precum oozing out. He scooped it off onto his index finger, and then pressed his middle finger -- coated with her juices -- against her lips. Ayesha opened her mouth and Mohit slipped my finger in. As she sucked off her juices, Mohit told her to open her eyes. She saw the liquid on his finger, as he pulled out his middle finger and inserted his index finger into her mouth. She sucked off his precum, mixed with her juices.

Ayesha was burning with desire now. This simple act of tasting his fingers took away all his fears. She wanted him and she wanted to be fucked by him, right here and right now. Her pussy was twitching and flowing more freely than sh e had ever felt during any of her masturbation sessions.

Mohit pulled his fingers out, and took Aye sh a's hand and put it on his cock. Slowly she started rubbing him again. Mohit reached down and rubbed Aye sh a's wet pussy. He slipped his fingers back inside of her, making her arch her back to take them deeper. He bent down over her, his cock teasingly rubbing against her pussy. Ayesha jumped a little when she felt his hard cock on her pussy.

It took all Mohit's self control not to fuck her then and there, but he wanted to make this experience everything she would have hoped to be. He slowly kissed down her body and Ayesha tried to pull him back on top of her. He was too strong and moved down her stomach towards her virgin slit. Ayesha had lost all coherent thoughts by this time and all she wanted, actually needed, was pure sexual release.

"Ohhhh God, Mohit. I want you inside of me." She groaned.

Mohit didn't listen to her. He wanted to taste her pussy before he fucked her. He got between her legs and looked at the glistening hairless pussy. Mohit inhales at the pure beauty of it. The outer lips were already a shade of dark pink and puffy and, and were slightly open revealing her wet inner lips. Her pussy was contracting every few seconds and was oozing her juices out which were trickling down her asscrack and coating her asshole. Not able to control himself, Mohit gave her pussy a long lick from the bottom up to her clit.

"Ohhhhhhh Goooddddddddd....." Ayesha groaned like an animal in heat. She put her hands behind his head and as Mohit started kissing and licking her sweet pussy, Ayesha began to thrust her hips at his face. Mohit rubbed her clit with his thumb as he licked her up and down. Ayesha juices tasted so good. Mohit licked like an expert moving his tongue slowly first over her outer lips then sliding his tongue inside her oozing hole. Ayesha couldn't even fathom the electricity that was jolting from the pussy. Her mind was blank and other than the sexual groans he was making, she was not capable to making a single comprehensible word. Mohit pu sh ed two fingers back inside of her and sucked her clit into his mouth. Ayesha clenched her legs around his head and let herself go.

"OH MY GOD!!!!!" Ayesha screamed as her body convulsed. She felt her breath leave her and almost had an out of body experience. Ayesha felt as if the her life force was being sucked out of her, and the intensity that was rippling though her was nothing like she had ever experienced before.

Mohit continued to suck on Ayesha's clit as she came and coated his face with her cum. Finally as Ayesha came down from her orgasmic crest, Mohit pulled his face from her pussy and looked into her eyes. Ayesha looked like an angel in her orgasmic bliss. But he wasn't done with her yet. Ayesha was slowly catching her breath, trying to understand what she just experienced when she saw Mohit move away from her pussy.

Mohit positioned himself over her body as they kissed again, his cock pressed against her virgin hole as they kissed and the now red bulbous head was trying to pu sh its way inside her eager and lusty hole. Mohit broke their kiss and took his cock in his hand.

"Are you ready?" he whispered asked.

Ayesha closed her eyes and nodded slowly. She braced herself for her first penetration. This was the moment she had been waiting for a long time and it was finally here with the man she loved.

Mohit eased his cock inside of her, watching as first the head, then the next couple inches eased inside. Then he let go of his throbbing cock as he held himself up over her and pu sh ed slowly. Sliding a couple more inches, Mohit stopped. He bent down and they kissed again, his cock halfway inside her. As they broke their kiss, he looked deep into her eyes.

"I love you, Ayesha," He reassured her.

These were the words Ayesha was dying to here from Mohit. "I love you too, Mohit."

Mohit pulled his cock out until just the head was inside, then thrust back inside and slid all the way inside her tight pussy. Ayesha cried out in pain as Mohit had stretched her pussy more than it had ever been before. Ayesha felt her pussy clamp down on Mohit's cock like a vice. She hoped that she wouldn't hurt him, but Mohit wrapped his arms around her, and whispered, "It's OK Ayesha."

Ayesha kissed him lovingly, and she knew sh e was alright. Slowly Mohit pulled out of her, before thrusting again. Each time he drove his cock inside of her she moaned, making him fuck her harder. Mohit arched his back to take her breasts into his mouth as he thrust his cock in and out of her wet pussy. Again and again he slid his cock inside of her, bringing her closer to cumming again with each thrust. Mohit was barely pulling out of her before thrusting back in, slamming my cock deep and hard inside of her. As he fucked her over and over, he could sense her orgasm building. He sucked harder on her nipples as he tried to drive his cock deeper inside of her, not even pulling out, just pushing deep and hard in her pussy.

Ayesha was again lost with in the lust of her sex. She knew that the first time was always painful and she was ok with that. Her pussy was in pain as well and pleasure and soon she felt the impending orgasm overtake her. She screamed out, and came hard, coating his cock with her sweet juices. Mohit held still while sh e came, her muscles squeezing his deep inside of her as sh e came. As her orgasm subsided, Mohit started thrusting again but couldn't hold on. Not wanting to cum inside her, he pulled his cock out just as he exploded in his own orgasm.

Mohit shot what seemed like a gallon of cum over her slipping it all over her belly and even shooting up to her breasts and neck. Ayesha just watched open mouth and wide eyed at the amount of cum he was able to shoot out of his cock. She watched as Mohit, exhausted, from his effort. Slowly caught his breath and laid next to her. The scent of their juices and sweat filled the room. Ayesha rolled next to him, wrapping her arms around him as sh e laid her head on his stomach. This was perfect, she had had sex and she had given her virginity to the man she loved. But she wasn't done it. Mohit had ignited a lust and passion her that wasn't yet satisfied.

Ayesha put her face next to Mohit's and whispered in his ear, "This has been the best experience of my life"

She then kissed him passionately, her tongue finding his. He kissed her back with confidence and strength. She felt like she was on fire, her skin tingling and an incredible heat building inside her. the couple continued to kiss and caress each toher for a long time though it seemed like moments to them.