It had been six days since our marriage and at last we were off to enjoy the most memorable week of our lives. As far as our first night is concerned, let me tell you that it never came as by the time all the ceremonies ended, it was over 3 am and we had to be up early next morning for some more grinding (as is the scene with marriage ceremonies in India). The honeymoon had been deliberately planned late by a week so that we could be over with all the cultural stuff and also know each other a bit as before marriage we were complete strangers, having met only twice.
So, here we were, six days from our marriage driving to our honeymoon destination. The plan was to drive straight from Delhi to Udaipur but as we could not leave before 7 in the morning and the drive would take almost 12 hours, I decided to stop midway and resume the journey the next day. So, I told Misha that as it would not be a good idea to be driving on the highway, in the dark, we should make stop ( the actual reason was that I was finding it just too difficult to be driving with the anticipation of the night ahead ).
The only reasonably big city after Jaipur was Ajmer so when reached there at about four in the evening, I left the highway and started searching for a hotel. Reasonable ones were not tough to find but it took me some time to find one with a honeymoon suite. Check In formalities done, our luggage carried to our room and we are sitting in our suite (me on the sofa, Misha on bed). There is silence and a lots of anxiety in the air, though its still some time for the night but we both know what we are here for.
We barely know each other and thus there is slight hesitation even during very regular talks, add to it the meek and surrendering nature of Misha and the cultural education which has trained her to be submissive in front of her husband. In fact her meekness is one attribute I have been wanting wasn’t there ever since we met, I wanted my wife to be a bit more expressive, one who would not just be there with me but sometimes even lead me, guide me. But Misha is just the opposite, she won’t ever confront me, express herself to me, she just nods at whatever I suggest, thats the reason you will find more MEs than USs in this story when decisions are to be taken.
Continuing our story, my mind was working overtime, when to start, now or at night, how to start, should I go all the way tonight itself or at first just do whatever comforts her. Finally, I decided it was better to start right now and see how far we can go, whatever left could be continued at night. I went ahead and asked her if she wanted to use the washroom and she nodded and went in. By the time she was in washroom, I switched on the TV to ease the atmosphere took out my equipments ( a few packets of condoms and a pair of towels ) and put them in the drawer. She came out in a few minutes, may be only after standing in front of the mirror.
At that time, I was standing in front of the TV, so that I could sit wherever she sat and this time she chose the sofa (Why? Is she afraid of the bed or is it a good sign as it would be easier for me to make her feel comfortable on the sofa than bed). I sat beside her and started thinking about some regular topic to start a conversation but didn’t get any as I had already asked most of the trivial questions during the drive. So, I started surfing the channels and then asked about her choice. At first she didn’t specify anything but on insistence told that she liked some serials but at that time of the day, she would rather scroll to music channels.
I gave her the remote controller and she settled on a Punjabi music channel (OMG! You got my weak link, I am pretty good and knowledgeable about almost everything they show on TVs but Punjabi songs, I can’t talk anything about them as I have not heard the name of the channel let alone the songs). But belonging to Delhi, I knew basic Punjabi and therefore started to make out what the song meant. The singer was talking about his disinterest in sophisticated girls and preference for simple ones.
Before I could find a topic to speak, Misha said something which I just wasn’t expecting. She asked what sort of girls I liked and I though surprised, was pretty happy that she asked something. In the reply, I said that I liked neither of them (simple or sophisticated), I just liked one girl and it was her. She paused and just smiled and I took it as a cue to make my move. I looked into her eyes and tucked some loose hair behind her ears, she blushed. Then as I took my lips near her’s she closed her eyes and trembled. I asked her if she didn’t want to do it but she just said ” its fine”.
I kissed her but without too much response. I felt she was just too afraid and so to ease her I said ” Misha, I care for you more than anything else and so be assured that whatever we are going to do will never be against your will or be hurtful to you in any manner, just be relaxed and cheerful “. Then I kissed her again (after her approval) and this time it was much better. Now, I pulled her onto my lap and started kissing her face and neck. She closed her eyes and moaned. After I had kissed and caressed all her body, I stood up, took her hand and reached the bed.
She sat on the edge while I took off my shirt and my watch. I again started kissing her and now she was reciprocating nicely. Then to start with, I unwrapped her saree and started kissing her bare middle. Without stopping kissing, I shifted towards her back, reached up and cupped her breasts. My hands had never held anything like those and thus played with them with as much passion as they could. This turned her really on and she started moaning loudly. Encouraged by her reaction I continued for some more minutes before bringing the hands back to the zip of her blouse.
With one motion of my hand the blouse was loose and then out of my way. Misha closed her eyes as it was the first time she was without her cloths in front of a man. She was wearing a black bra which contrasted her fair skin. I just wanted to rip it off and reach my treasure but somehow controlled myself and kissed her cleavage. After I was done with my staring and kissing and made her lay on the bed and kissed her lying beside her. Now coming on top and kissing from top to bottom, I reached her waist and started searching for the knot of her petticoat. After fiddling with it for sometime, I untied the knot and the petticoat loosened. I slowly pulled it down, soaking in every inch of her shiny white thighs.
I started licking her thighs and felt that I could do that the whole day, she was so smooth. Now, I brought my gaze up and there she was, lying in the bed only in her underwear, the black lingerie looking even darker against her skin, like a delicious meal calling to be eaten. Then suddenly I realised that I still had my pants on and to do justice, removed the jeans but left my boxers. I knew that real action would be starting now and was thus getting a bit nervous. Then, I collected my thoughts and again went on top of her with my lips on her lips and my hands under her back.
I undid the hook and her bra loosened, her face was bushing red. I removed it, smelled it and threw it to concentrate on the real thing. Her boobs were so cute, they were not very big but really milky and sharp. As soon as I touched them, Misha took a long breath and made a face which excited me beyond limits. I first gently pressed them, then felt the hard nipples and played them. Now I took one in my mouth while other still in my hand and my tongue did what my hand couldn’t. For the next ten minutes, I just couldn’t go beyond the boobs, they were so nice or may be because I was seeing something like that for the first time.
Now. I started kissing her navel and removed my boxers. I stood up a bit to let Misha have a nice look of my tool. Her eyes were glued to it and returned only when she felt my hands entering her panties. I could feel her curly hair and wet pussy and with one stroke the panties were off. Now, I didn’t know whether she’d be comfortable with oral sex so I just kissed her mound and started feeling her pussy with my hands. I was deliberately not staring down there so that she wouldn’t feel shy.
I got to the side of the bed and took out the condoms and towels from the drawer. I lay the towels under her and just to know her state asked ” Hey Misha by the way, which flavour do you like”, “Any” was her soft reply after some time. I again asked “Apple or Chocolate” and she said “Chocolate” and smiled a little before blushing. So, I rolled a chocolate one and came back on top resuming my kisses. Now, I knew it was going to be painful for her so, before entering kept my tip at her lips and gestured for approval. She nodded and carefully, using my hand inserted my cock just a little bit and looked at her face for reaction. She was okay, not looking in too much pain. Then I moved some more and it suddenly got very difficult to go ahead.
Yes this was the moment, and I with my eyes fixed on hers increased my force. She started wincing and I stopped. I asked “Misha its going to be a bit painful when I break into, if you don’t want it, we can stop here (though I knew that it would be very tough for me to withdraw from here). She said “Its okay, I leave it to you”. I once again started putting pressure and when she started wincing, I suddenly raised my force and moved in. She was shouting but not crying and so, I slowly kept going in. At last, I was fully inside her, she was sweating all over her face. I kissed her and said “You have got over it, now we are truly one and its going to get only better from here. Just bear for some more time.”. I kept kissing her and stayed inside her for sometime as that warm feeling was so great on my penis. After retrieving very carefully, I entered again. I repeated this a few times, but was not able to get into a rhythm, having to stop each time before entering. Her groin was positioned too low and I could not raise it by placing a pillow as it would get soiled. After lying more lower and pulling her hips up, I somehow managed a better positioned and started thumping. Her pussy was very tight and I was giving some push to enter it. After some time she stopped wincing and I increased my pace. Within minutes, I could not hold anymore and let it go. Misha in the meantime was moaning and enjoying a lot but I don’t think she reached her climax. I thought about fingering her to it but she got up and went to the washroom. After she came back, we kept lying for another half an hour, naked, in each others arms.
And her orgasm was left for the night.
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