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Hi, All. Welcome to the second part of the story. I am going to explain my exploration of Divya like never before. In this segment, I will explain in detail how I thoroughly explored and savoured every feature of Divya.
I was on the floor, and Divya was on the edge of the bed. I knew this might be the last time we would meet. I decided to fulfil a few of my fantasies and fetishes with Divya.
The feet:
Describing Divya’s feet, they were carefully waxed and clean, giving off a nice fragrance from the lotion she used. Her feet were soft and well taken care of. She always wore shiny silver anklets that added to the beauty of her feet. Her toenails were neatly cut, and she had red nail polish on them.
I held her legs with my hands and gently licked the sole of her foot. Using the tip of my tongue, I traced circles on her foot. Moving on, I kissed her ankles and continued to kiss and lick around her anklets. I delicately sucked on each of her toes. Divya’s eyes were closed, and she appeared to be enjoying the moment.
I looked up at her and said, “Divya, consider this my wedding gift to you.” She nodded in pleasure. I felt a surge of arousal, and a noticeable bulge formed beneath my underwear. I placed her tender left foot on my groin while I attended to her right foot and vice versa.
While sucking her toes, I gently massaged the soles of her feet. Simultaneously, she was delicately pressing my groin with her other foot, attempting to slide my underwear and play with my penis, thoroughly arousing me. I can confidently say that not an inch of her foot was left untouched by my tongue.
Continuing, I slowly moved upwards towards her legs.
The Legs:
Divya: You know, you’ve gotten better. How come you’re still single?
You: For the same reason we broke up.
Divya: So, have you done all this to anyone else?
You: Do you think you are so special?
Divya didn’t respond.
Describing Divya’s legs, they had a velvety smoothness, impeccably waxed and irresistibly soft. The subtle aroma of conditioner lingered, embracing her entire body. While this wasn’t the first time we were having sex, I could see that Divya was ageing gracefully.
Even after 3 years, her legs retained their flawless allure, devoid of any marks, and were as silky as butter. With care, I positioned her legs over my shoulders. Her right leg delicately rested on my left shoulder, and her left leg on my right shoulder.
The benefit of this position was that it afforded me an entire view of her thighs. Extending up to the edge of her underwear and her gently swaying breasts as we kissed, intensifying my arousal even more.
At first, I tenderly kissed her calf muscles, simultaneously engaging in gentle strokes and pinches along the undersides of her thighs. My fingers traced delicate patterns over her lower thighs as my tongue caressed her calf muscles.
With the tip of my tongue, I endeavoured to explore her calf muscles, engaging in licking and gentle sucking. The pleasure heightened as my fingers continued to caress her inner thighs. I could sense the pressure in her legs the way she pulled me towards her.
I asked her if she liked it. In response, she softly replied, “Yes, baby.”
The thighs.
With each passing moment, I was moving closer to her. She had now bent her knees over my shoulders, and my face found itself nestled between her thighs. The muscles in her thighs, toned from years of swimming, felt firm yet remarkably smooth.
I continued to shower Divya’s inner thighs with a combination of tender kisses, passionate licks, and gentle sucking. My hands were busy either caressing her under thighs or exploring her waist. Divya guided my one hand towards her waist and the other towards her breast.
Following her lead, I slipped one hand beneath her underwear from behind, exploring the contours of her buttocks. She had already guided my other hand beneath her bra. Her palm rested over mine, directing me to cup her breasts.
I kept pressing her breasts, trying to circle her nipples while kissing her inner thighs. I was drooling and licking her inner thighs and gently sucking them, moving closer to her pussy. In between, a few things were going on in my mind that I thought I should ask Divya.
You: Divya, there’s something on my mind. Do you think we’re doing the right thing? Should we stop?
Divya: (smirks) Leave the thinking to me, why are you bothered? You’re single, anyway.
You: It’s not just about me. I don’t want you to regret this later.
Divya: (laughs) Trust me, I won’t regret it. Let’s go with the flow and enjoy the moment.
Tummy and waist:
The intensity escalated, and I found myself moving upward. I was driven by a long-held fantasy and fetish of tasting honey from Divya’s navel hole. I got honey from the kitchen and applied it to her tummy. I spread it over her bra, uncertain whether she would enjoy it due to its stickiness.
Surprisingly, it added to the passion. Both of us fervently licked and indulged in each other. The only option to cleanse ourselves from the sweet, sticky treat through mutual licking. I indulged in sucking and licking Divya’s navel hole, savouring the remnants of honey.
The sweetness had dripped down over her underwear, and without hesitation, I began to suck over the fabric. A powerful moan escaped Divya’s lips in response to the sensation. But I was driven by lust and not by love. I controlled the urge to lick her hole for now and focused on her waist.
To resist the temptation of going down on her and to distract myself, I told Divya light-heartedly that these breasts looked quite familiar. She replied equally funnily the architect who was carving it earlier had come back after so many years.
There was not a single day where I had not kissed or licked her breasts in the olden days. I fervently explored Divya’s breasts and cleavage, showering them with kisses, passionate sucking, and lingering licks over the lines of her bra. My quest to extract the honey proved challenging.
Eventually, I surrendered to the desire, unhooking her bra to unveil a new level of intimacy. Her firm breasts finally gave away. I could clearly see the difference in the skin tone around her breasts when compared to the other parts of her body.
My passion increased, and I went on top of her and started sucking her nipples and licking them. She guided my head with gentle pulls, providing directions on intensity while occasionally expressing her preferences. Using the tip of my tongue, I circled her nipples, eliciting soft moans that revealed her pleasure.
Simultaneously, she caressed my back and tenderly ran her fingers through my head. My own hands explored, tracing over her other breast and inner thighs, gradually approaching her pussy just like the good old days. While I was doing this, her phone rang. It was her boyfriend.
He knew she was alone at home, and he was planning to stop by. I knew I couldn’t continue kissing her breasts. However much I wanted as that would change Divya’s tone. So, I started prepping the other scene by slowly removing her underwear while she was talking.
With both my hands, I started sliding it down. She adjusted herself to ease the process and was simultaneously talking to her boyfriend. Simultaneously, she reciprocated, lending a hand to remove my underwear with the other hand.
I truly admired her courage for a minute while a pang of guilt also stuck with me. She said she was busy and that she would call him later and disconnected the call. I was truly feeling guilty. I asked her if she really wanted to do this. She replied it was already too late.
We have to finish what we started. Perhaps this is the last time she is going to see me. She is technically not married, and I need not feel guilty. I felt a sense of relief with the reassurance and decided to indulge in one last dose of generous foreplay.
I emptied the entire bottle of honey on top of her. I immediately embraced her, ensuring the honey was evenly distributed between us. It became a sensual experience as we both had to lick each other clean. In the process, this time, I gave in, and I went down on her and licked her pussy.
Both of us were very cleanly shaved. My penis was erect, around 8-9 inches now, and I felt it would burst any moment. I could see her vulva was already wet, with some fluids already oozing out. The outer tissues were soft and had multiple folds.
I fiddled my tongue over it for a few seconds before I sucked and licked her vulva. She gave out the loudest moan and held my head tightly. She was literally lifting her body and pushing her body towards me. The fluid mixed with honey over her soft skin tasted unique.
She reciprocated by sucking my balls and penis. She licked clean the honey which had reached my groin. Both of us acknowledged the act without making anything more of it, allowing the moment to pass without attaching additional significance.
There was no doubt it was nothing but a mindless act of passion, intense desire and extreme lust. It hopefully wouldn’t lead to guilt one day. Time had literally stopped for us, just like the good old days. This time, though, we were driven by lust. It increased the passion a million times.
Moving on, Divya said she was ready. I positioned myself on top of her. I began by kissing her neck and lips once again. Our chests and her breasts were rubbing against each other. With heightened arousal, using my right hand, I probed her vulva with my penis head.
My penis was hard and wet, letting out pre-cum, and so was Divya’s. I gently teased her by rubbing my penis over her vulva. She was getting aroused, lifting her waist and pulling my waist towards her. I finally adjusted and penetrated deeply inside her. We both were in sync, moving in tandem.
Our hands were locked with fingers intertwined. I continued to kiss her neck and face while we rubbed our bodies against each other. Even our legs were tightly pressed against each other. The delicate motion of penetration was in full swing. Time seemed to stand still for us.
Divya had closed her eyes, appearing as though she had entered a trance, fully savouring the intensity of the moment. I asked if she was enjoying it, and she nodded with her eyes still closed. The room was filled with the heady mix of our heavy sweat, further lubricating our movements against each other.
Both of us were immersed in the heat of the moment. Our bodies radiated intense warmth, and our hearts beating at an accelerated pace. Suddenly, we both remembered I hadn’t used a condom. I got worried, but Divya stayed calm. She told me to enjoy the moment, trusting me completely.
She assured me she’d handle things, and we continued, feeling more relaxed and focused on each other. Once again, relieved of the burden, our delicate dance continued as I continued to penetrate her. The room echoed with the subtle sounds of our bodies moving in unison and my waist meeting hers.
After about 10-15 minutes, the moment reached its peak as I experienced a prolonged release inside her. I was totally exhausted. I asked Divya if she was okay, and she replied, “Yes, I really enjoyed it. Thank you, and don’t think too much about today.”
I asked Divya again if her sex life with her boyfriend was as great as this. Her response was a puzzle that I could decode. “I am the luckiest person to have him and am happy with him. I’m also the luckiest person because I always had the best sex with you.”
While facing each other and saying this, Divya started kissing my lips and kissing me. I was getting aroused again. I reciprocated and said, “Oh, really? Then what will you do if you are not satisfied in the future?” Divya replied, “That won’t happen. I am fully satisfied today for life.”
Our kisses became passionate again, and I became aroused once more. This time, while maintaining eye contact and continuing to kiss her. I pulled her close to me. Divya understood the cue and lifted her left leg sideways. In the space created, I slid my right foot and penetrated her in the spooning position.
Our legs were intertwined like snakes, positioned sideways. I hugged her tightly. We continued kissing, exploring each other’s tongues and faces while maintaining eye contact. With each penetration, our entire bodies moved in tandem, maintaining total body contact and rubbing against each other.
With my hands, I kept caressing her warm back and gently squeezing her buttocks. After a few moments, Divya said, “Wait. Let’s try this.” I wasn’t sure what she meant, and she turned the other way, facing away from me.
This time, I continued kissing her, licking her back, cupping her breasts, and caressing her body, including her navel. Once again, I was able to penetrate by sliding my feet and penis between her legs. Throughout, neither our passion diminished nor our desire to explore each other further waned.
In one night, we explored multiple facets of each other’s sexuality. After a few more penetrations, I ejaculated inside her for the second time. I asked her if she was okay for the second time. She again comforted me, saying, “I already told you not to worry about it.”
The night was not done, and we did have sex a few more times that day. I believe it is worth another story altogether. Finally, I left her home at midnight, completely satisfied. It’s been 3-4 months now, and we haven’t spoken to each other after that.
But I am sure our paths will cross again, and history will repeat itself. But I have left it to destiny. Hope you liked the story. Please mail/chat to provide your feedback and suggestions at .