“…I prefer to perform chest flies, which allow me to occasionally reveal and pinch my breasts. However, I squeeze my legs, and my pussy lips rub against each other. Men’s gaze penetrates my top and squeezes my nipples like small arrows with a clip. I complete my second rep. The emotion intensifies. I sigh. I complete my third rep…”
“…Now, it sounds more like a groan than a sigh. My pussy lips are being squeezed by my thighs. I’m massaging the insides of my thighs. I’m drenched. I complete my fourth rep. My nipples are burning hot. I let out a real groan. The males start to grumble less. I complete my fifth rep. My body is burning right now. My pussy feels like it’s gushing…”
“…I am so horny that I am perspiring nonstop. My clothing is about to be torn by my hard nipples. I weep. It’s quiet in the gym now. Everything is still. I’m glad that this odd gym is located a long way from where I live. After completing my sixth rep, my pussy has begun to leak. My nipples actually begin to burn like those of marathon runners; the sensitivity is excessive, and I let out a loud orgasm…”
“…The gym is completely quiet. I stand up. Again, wipe my sweat like a dancer doing a striptease. On the gym seat, I spot a slimy patch of my cum. Three young males standing close by are staring at each other with their mouths agape. My ass and pussy seem so wet. I make my way to my workout bag, pull my jacket over my ass, and head out…”
This is virtually exactly as Veena wrote it in her original texts to me. I discovered this after looking through our archives. I knew Veena needed sex just as much as I did when she typed all of this.
And that was the night I made all of the travel arrangements – the flight, the train, the hotel in Goa, the movie tickets, the return tickets, and the final extra night at an Airbnb in Bangalore’s Nandi Hills close to the airport – while still sexting her.
To me, Veena was truly a young woman. I felt both lust and affection. We became more trusting of one another through our sexting, and I saw that she was embellishing her stories about having sex. She could have been a bashful virgin.
I was also frightened by this. I’ve only had sex with married, experienced ladies thus far. This little lady was willing, brave, and incredibly hot. She desired to face the world according to her terms, and I had the exceptional chance of holding her hand as she crossed the coaching camp finish line and entered the real world.
Veena felt self-conscious about her modest weight, and although she loved her curves, her friends were all skinny, some of them had partners who were stable, and they always spoke about having sex.
Veena was far smarter than any of them. In addition to being more mature, she was also very brilliant, well-read, and ambitious. However, I sensed an underlying feeling of an unfulfilled aim. This is not an insecurity, in my opinion. Her confidence was too great for that. However, this was an objective to be met.
Was she, maybe, a virgin? Perhaps she wasn’t, and that’s why she wanted to push the boundaries of her exhibitionism. Perhaps, as part of a threesome, she was an old hand and sought an older man. For whatever reason, she was telling her parents on the Friday morning flight about the interviews she had scheduled for Friday and Monday and why she didn’t see the need to return for two days when she could spend that time seeing Bangalore and spending time with her college friends.