Riya is basically from Coimbatore, but once a month, she used to travel to Bangalore for her project work. After a prolonged week of hard work, everyone required some relaxation. This time we planned to spend our weekend at the Indian Music Experience Museum.
Today she was wearing a navy blue quarter-sleeve medium-size top with light blue flare pants. She used to make one French braid and wear rimless glasses. It was the second day of her menstrual cycle.
Usually, every female had excess pain and flow compared to other days. In her case, the pain was severe, and she often needed to be admitted to the hospital. But I didn’t know why it was an exception that day. Was it for me? With small hand kisses, we started to explore the mostly empty museum.
We had lunch outside the museum, and then I came to know about her health. By that time, her stomach pain had doubled. Usually, she used to put a pillow and sleep upside down to control the pain.
On that day, she treated my hand as a pillow for her and requested that I press her belly to suppress the pain. I parked my vehicle in an empty place and put my left hand on her belly as hard as possible. Her top was short, so I pulled it up a little bit, though she insisted not to.
But I made her confident that it would be better for pain relief. I took this opportunity and started crumpling her belly like the way we used to crush plastic bottles before throwing. She started crying because of my activity.
I just said to bear it, that’s the only option to suppress this stomach pain. I was feeling sad seeing tears in her eyes. But my main aim was to reduce her menstrual pain. Riya had a soft belly like Amul butter with a pinch of belly fat, and it felt like a boneless portion of a fish.
I started pitching them and twisting them like a gas knob on/off. Sometimes I pull her belly up with my finger and thumb. I opened the first button of her pants and lowered them till her pink panties, so that I would get a bigger area for my torture.
Most importantly, I knew she had a huge capability to withstand my force. She was a chubby, fatty, sexy girl; in order to make her sex appeal, I needed to be a little bit rough. I continued my activity till she whispered in my ear that the cramping pains had reduced.
I hugged her tightly, as I knew during this time she loved to get pampered. I kissed her on her forehead, then on her soft, rounded cheeks, followed by her small, circular eyes. And then, finally, an intense kiss on her large, natural lips.
I departed each lip and started to suck each part like juice from a sweet mango till it dried up. After tremendous exhaustion, she was tired and resting on the car seat with closed eyes.
Then the next target was her belly, which had suffered so many tornadoes from my hand. I unzipped her pants and gradually went down till her pink panty border. I could feel pubic hair near my touch, but I hesitated to go without proper indication from her.
So unfortunate, those parts which I desired, but got only a couple of French kisses. Hoping to get a chance to explore soon. After taking some rest, I started my car as she was thirsty. I parked in front of a nearby juice shop and ordered mango juice, her favourite.
There is a myth that Mango or Pineapple makes the flow higher. This indicates more pain, and I could get another chance for my hand treatment. I was not in the mood to leave the opportunity that might not occur again in my life.
Due to my torture, she felt sleepy and went for a nap in the evening, with her head on my shoulder. I again insisted on pulling her top so that I could touch the affected area. By then, her blue top was lifted till her chest and pants were lowered as much as I could.
She was feeling helpless in front of my argument. I was rubbing her belly area minutely. I could travel upward or downward, whichever green signal would come first. Riya’s navel felt warm from my hand, and she was enjoying my activity.
Above my hand, one pillow was there so that no one noticed any strange activity going on inside the car. I was continuing her navel soft massage, with a little bit of tickle. I had opened her specs so that she felt comfortable. By that time, she had closed her eyes.
I planned to go downwards as it was a new area to explore. But for that, I needed to open the zip of her pants. So, without a second thought, I pushed my hand towards her breast area from inside her dress. It was easy access for me. I was able to grab her left boob firmly and slowly pump it.
It was soft like a cotton ball, without any lumps. By this time, she was trying to get out of my hand, but I held her tightly. Before uttering any word from her mouth, I started smooching her deeply and pumping her sexual desire.
I was continuously pumping her left boob for some time before moving to the right one. She was responding to my desire, and I kept her busy with emotional bonding. She was breathing fast, and in a few minutes, she was totally under my control.
I tried to open her zip, but she resisted. I understood that I still needed to make more affection with her so that I could touch her pussy. So, let’s concentrate on what I have now for enjoyment. We were so busy in these intimate poses that we were not able to realise when time passed from evening to pitch dark.
After a passionate, deep engagement, she urged me to search for any nearby washroom. So, we started to return to our home. We promised not to disclose today’s activity to anyone in the office.