burningdesirez's Blog

As I boarded the night train home for Diwali, I wondered about the possibility of coming across someone. 

I had chosen to wear a plain cut-sleeves white kurta without a bra, and the breeze made my boobs completely public. Used to travelling alone, the stares didn't bother me. I was just careful to not let my skirt be blown, because my pussy was bare without a panty.

Now this is not another story about train sex, this is a home-coming story. But that doesn't mean that the train journey was without sex... My skirt got caught upwhile I was climbing to reach theupper berth.

Thankfully, only one guy got to see the view and he did love what he saw, and got to see more all-night long.

Anyway, I was really excited to be home, and I really wanted to wear a saree this time. I knew my mother wouldn't let me get the blouse I wanted to at home, so I had gotten it stitched in Mumbaionly.

I'd say it was more of a … bra than a blouse, just it had thicker straps. It was really deep, lightly padded; I don't really need much padding . I wore it with a blue, see-through saree: I wanted my hours at the gym to pay off somehow! 

So during the evening, as I was at the door lighting up diyas around the rangoli, … friend came around. He lived just next door and was more of my brother's friend than mine. I said hi to him and he just stood there, staring blankly at me. I said hi again, he still looked stoned. Then I realised, while I was bent over the rangoli, my pallu had

moved over completely and not only my cleavage was showing, my boobs had moved completely and the brown edge of one of them was peeping out of the blouse. 

My cheeks turned red and I quickly adjusted my saree. He too came back to his senses and suddenly grabbed me by the shoulders and said, "You're a grown-up woman now! You should be more careful!" 

I nodded, drowning in embarrassment and rushed inside. But hehad already put his hand aroundmy waist and was pulling me towards him. I could feel that he was excited to see me

His other hand slowly moved to my ass, lowered his neck, moved his lips around my cheeks andwhispered in my ears, "This saree looks lovely on you. Can you quickly … it again?"

Taken by surprise at this subtle invite, I said yes. 

We went to his home, and I greeted his parents in a hush. We went to his terrace and jumped on the bed in the room over there. 

He took off my pallu and kissed my cleavage. Then went onto the navel. I had so many goosebumps. I always had a crush on him when we were younger but nothing happened because both of us feared my brother. 

After we got out of our clothes, which was a process full of kisses at every cloth, knot, crease and body part. 

We did a quick session of hushed up sex, with a promise to meetafter everyone goes to sleep. 

After the puja and the celebrations when I climbed the terrace wall of my home to reach his, I knew what I wanted to climb next..: