My Body On Display To Sanjay

In the summer before I left for college, Sanjay and I had a lovely romance. I was ready to go all the way with him, but I wanted to do it right. My two previous boyfriends, had not paid proper attention to me, and our relationships suffered from a lack of communication. I did not want to make that mistake with Sanjay.

My parents visited my out of town uncle every few weeks, so I occasionally had the house to myself. I invited Sanjay over for a dinner date. I wanted the evening to be special. I wore my most flattering summer dress with no bra, as was my habit. I set the table with a tablecloth, linen napkins, and my mom’s formal dishes and silverware, things she herself had not set out of years. I prepared roasted chicken thighs with paprika, jasmine rice with real saffron, and curried lentils with turmeric, all ideas I got from talking with his mom and aunts at his dance recital. Sanjay arrived well dressed, as he always did, and right on time. I gave him a polite kiss, lit candles, and we started our dinner date. I felt like a complete grown up. 

I let him know from the start that I wanted this evening to be about getting to know each other better. I told him about the disappointments of my previous romances and how we should ask any type of question to each other. We started with family questions, future goal questions, embarrassing things that happened when we were kids questions, and likes/dislikes questions. 

He was the first to ask sexual questions. How far had I gone with other boyfriends (about the same as I had with him, masturbating each other and some oral sex); did I masturbate (of course, and more frequently now that we were dating); how did I do it (I preferred to rub my clitoris but recently had been fingering my vagina thinking about sex—I wanted to show him how later that evening); did I want to have sex (YES, I wanted my first time to with him soon but not tonight). He smiled and nodded his head.

With dinner finished, I stood up and announced that dessert was ready, key lime pie. Sanjay stood up too and embraced me, then gave me a long passionate kiss. He flooded me with compliments, all of which were sincere. We sat out on the screened deck and fed each other bites. We kissed for some time. I stood up, unbuttoned my dress so that it fell to the ground, and swiftly removed my panties. I told Sanjay that I wanted no part of my body to be a mystery to him. I asked him to check me out completely. 

I felt such an erotic charge as he came very close and gazed at different parts of my body. I closed my eyes and could feel his breath on my skin. He then took the tips of his fingers and ran them over parts I was not used to having touched: my toes, the back of my legs, my butt, my belly button, my armpits, my ears. Then he touched my sensitive parts, my breasts, around my areolas, and then on to the nipple itself. Moving down, he investigated the folds of my labia, my vaginal entrance, and my clitoris. He had touched these parts before but not with the studious focus he had at that moment. He then said, “Lindsey, would you show me how you masturbate?” I replied, “With pleasure, my love.”

I spread out a thick towel on the deck with a couple of pillows to prop up my head and shoulders. I talked him through every action as instructions to let him know how my body received pleasure. Gentle with the breasts, don’t squeeze too hard, especially at first. Easy too with the nipples. Touching, licking, and sucking my breasts all drive me wild and are my favorite ways to start an erotic adventure. I caressed my tits to show how I liked it, and moved my fingers to stimulate my nipples. I told him that the fondling of my pretty ladies was almost a requirement before moving further south. 

I spread my legs wide and invited him to a closer look. I pointed to and named each of my delicate bits, remembering back five years earlier when I first looked closely at my pussy using a mirror and a book on women’s health. I told him not to jump on the clit right away, that my labia and other areas loved to be fondled or licked first. Once my erotic engine was running at full speed, then clit play would push me into a higher orbit. Even though I was very horny at that moment, I lingered on gentle pussy rubbing to show him how I wanted him to treat me. 

I then announced that I was ready for the main attraction. I asked him to lend me his fingers. I placed two of them on either side of my clit then put my fingers over his. Side to side softly, then with more pressure and speed. I asked him to use his other hand to enter my vagina with two fingers, bending them to press on the spongy top of my vaginal walls—my magic g-spot. A few directions given between gasping breaths, and he was right there. I said that the most important thing was to not change tempo or pressure if I say, “don’t stop.” With our joint effort on the clit rubbing and his caressing of my g-spot, I soon declared, “don’t stop.” Not long later, “Sanjay, I am about to cum.” My orgasm was wonderful, a tutorial for Sanjay that was itself terrific on its own.

I said, “Now, my love, it is your turn to show that amazing body of yours.” I actually had never seen Sanjay completely naked, so I was curious as he stripped. I then examined his whole body, paying close attention to his muscles and the hair on his body, so different from those of a woman. I pressed my fingers against his calf, his quads, his butt, his well-formed back, his biceps. Moving to his front side, I ran my fingers around his nipples, again very different from my own, then dropped to my knees to examine his uncircumcised penis. I had sucked his cock before but never looked at it closely. I moved his foreskin around then looked closely at his scrotum and how his balls were not quite symmetrical. 

I asked, “Please masturbate for me, sweetheart.” I then laid down naked on the towel, looking up as he stood above me with his hand gripping his hard penis. I was surprised by how aggressive he was, his hand gripped tighter and moved faster than any handjob I had ever given. I guess I had previously believed that a penis was more delicate than it actually was. I thought about whether I could take the pace and the force of his thrusting cock in my pussy. I decided that I could get used to it since sometimes I masturbated pretty aggressively too.

Sanjay gasped, “I’m close!” I told him that I wanted his cum all over my body. His first spurt hit my cheek, the next my nipple, the next my mound right above my clitoris. The last drips of cum fell on my knee and leg. I tasted the cum that was on my cheek and rubbed my nipple and top part of my clit with the other sticky blobs of cum. 

We then moved into the jacuzzi, where I sat naked on his naked lap. We kissed for a long time. I then said, “Sanjay, let’s talk about making love.”