Banged by my old BF after marriage part 1

This story is about my affair with my old college-time boy friend Gopal He was the first person in my life to touch my body, to kiss my lips, fondle my boobs and pinch my nipples. Let me describe below how it all happened and how finally we made love in a hotel room a few days after my marriage. It was the time when I was completing my graduation in my home town of Panipat. Since I had already passed twenty years of age, there were talks in my home about my marriage and my parents were in search of a suitable boy. But I was not interested in getting married so soon. I wanted to enjoy my college days and complete my studies. I had known Gopal since long as he was our neighbor and his home was just a few blocks away from ours. We were good acquaintances and used to greet each other politely with a courteous smile when ever we meet face to face in our vicinity. Apart from this there was no other feeling for him in my mind. In my home, I always loved taking walks on my terrace, whenever the weather was cool and pleasant. I would keep on walking for hours and enjoy my privacy and serenity. Once I was at my terrace in the early morning and taking a walk from one end to the other and doing some light exercises. While walking towards one end, my eyes casually fell on the terrace of Gopal’s house. He too was there doing his early morning work outs. He was doing his push ups and was wearing only his boxers. I could see that he had built each and every muscle of his body like a professional. The very sight of him in his brief boxers made my mouth turn dry and I kept on looking at him. I remained there till the sun had come up making it uncomfortable for him to carry on with his work outs. A short while later he went back without even noticing my presence. Possibly it was his daily routine, so he was not aware of any inquisitive eye on him. I was a young girl of 20 and at this age hot and erotic feelings go in quickly to your mind and soul. It was the onset of adolescence and physical changes had already taken up well in my body. I had a slim physique and a reasonably good figure of 33-26-34. I was fair and good to look at with sharp features and big eyes. My hairs were well kept and moderately long up to my back. Girls at this age, are bound to get hot at the slightest provocation. More over I had seen a number of pornographic magazines that my friends used to bring in some times in the college. The erotic pictures of men and women engaged in making love in every posture took my breadth away and my mouth would turn dry. There would be an automatic hardness in my boobs and my clit would go moist. Such was my state at that time that I would have surrendered to any man who would have extended his hands to take me. That day the sight of Gopal’s muscular body only in his shorts, kept me haunting as if a model from those magazines has come up before me. He had broad shoulders and thick muscular biceps. His waist was thin without any extra flesh. I would not say that I developed a crush on him but surely I had started to like him as I was getting aroused by his sight now. Till that time, I had no boy friend and when ever I saw any girl walking with her boy friend in the campus area, I would feel a pang in my heart. After that day, it became a routine for me to go to the terrace every day in the morning and see him while exercising. The movements of the fishes of his muscles always made me high. He did a lot of push ups and the bull worker exercises. After a couple of days, he also noticed my presence and he passed on a smile to me while giving a small wave. I too smiled back acknowledging his gesture. Perhaps I was too obvious in my approach towards him and possibly I gave him an indication of my interest too. But apart from regular hi and hellos there were no inter-actions between us. Once I started for my college in the morning and on not finding any conveyance, I had started walking down the road looking for any auto or rickshaw. I had taken a turn away from my home and was walking when suddenly a motor bike stopped by my side and I heard a voice saying “hello” to me. As I looked up I felt my heart beat going fast. It was Gopal sitting on his bike and asking me what I was doing taking a walk. I some how stammered to convey that I was not getting any conveyance that day and I was just going ahead and looking for some. He smiled at me and asked me to get on his bike as his institute was ahead of my college and he could drop me in between. I did not know what to say. Since I had come away from my home I knew that no one can see me talking to him. I was still thinking when he asked again if I was coming over or preferred taking a long walk. Very timidly I sat behind him on his bike. Since there was no handle in between us to grip, I had to hold Gopal to maintain my balance. While sitting, I was holding Gopal only as little as was required to remain proper seated. I was even maintaining a small gap between us. Still, the very touch of him in my arm was giving me an unknown pleasure. Finally I was touching the muscles I had been watching and dreaming.

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