Rebounding Hardcore with an Old Friend

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Abella Danger

The divorce hit me harder than I expected. We married young and married the wrong people. After almost three years of marriage we decided to call it quits. It was mutual. Both of us were not happy with each other. In our early thirties, we both agreed that we had our whole lives ahead of us to correct this mistake and find the right people for us. It started off with moving out and living separately. She was a little bit of a control freak and when I got my freedom after three years, I felt relieved and happy. I started to enjoy my life. Going out with friends, drinking, clubbing and occasional blowjob from a stranger in a club. But soon I started to miss her. Miss the life I had. Things happened too fast and I didn’t get time to soak up the idea that I am single now. That I’m divorced and the girl I once loved and lived with was no longer with me. When it started to soak in to me I started to feel depressed. Felt utterly lonely. The final nail in the coffin was when I saw on Facebook that my now ex-wife had started going out with a guy we knew. It was barely six weeks after the divorce. I hit low. I stopped going out altogether. Stopped meeting friends. My loneliness and sadness turned in to anger. My friends couldn’t help me. I didn’t let them. I started to isolate myself. Isolated myself in this foreign country. Being an Indian in Japan had its own difficulties. And my life didn’t turn out as great as I hoped it would after the divorce. I longed for a companionship. And when I couldn’t get a girl I turned to prostitutes. I would start to take a hooker each Friday night when I’d come home after work. Sometimes, even on Saturdays. I blew through my salary paying for the hookers. When trying to find a girl to have a relationship with failed, I started to fall for the hookers. I would pay them and take them for dinners and shopping and buy them stuff. One of these whores recognized my vulnerability and got close to me. She started to meet me in person and pretended she liked me. I was so desperate I fell for her deeply not recognizing that she was just using me for money. In a span of two months I had spent almost four grand on her. I finally realized her tricks when she got another grand from me saying she had to pay college tuition and then disappeared. I went crazy. I started to call her phone non-stop. I still refused to believe she tricked me until she finally answered the phone after almost two weeks disappearing on me. She asked me to stop calling her or otherwise she would inform the police. I looked up and there actually was a Japanese law against stalking girls over the phone. I gave up. I went in to a shell. Stopped fucking hookers and instead got hooked on porn. It was a cheaper alternative. And eventually I started to get back on my feet. My friends congratulated me on shaving my face more than once a week. I realized how much of a train wreck I had been. Slowly I started to get back in to a normal life. I finally decided to log in to Facebook after almost three months. There were so many messages waiting for me. Most of them from my close friends. I’m not sure if I should call them close friends as none of them bothered to call me personally or come see me. Instead they just sent an online message. Scrolling through the messages one caught my eye. It was from Sneha, an Indian girl who was a friend of my ex. I knew her back in India through my ex but we hadn’t had any contact for almost six years. Maybe my ex had been in contact but I couldn’t remember the last time I talked to Sneha. What I did remember was that she was the least favourite of my ex’s friends. Sneha was short and chubby and she was loud. She was dark in complexion and was average looking. She didn’t have the looks nor the personality I liked in a girl.”Hi. Hope you still remember me. I heard what happened. I’m very sorry. Sneha.” That was her message.Out of curiosity I went to see her profile. She had migrated to Australia and to my surprise she had changed quite a bit. Although she hadn’t turned in to a sexy hot thing, she definitely got my attention. She was not chubby anymore. She was busty. She had changed her hair style and the way she dressed. Basically she had become an ‘Aussie.’ I started to like what I saw. She had so many photos in her profile and it looked like she was not afraid to show some skin. There were many pics of her in clubs wearing short skirts or out in a park wearing a tank mersin escort top or at home wearing pajamas. There were many pics revealing her side boobs or her lusty dark thighs. I checked out all her pics. My favourites were the pics showing her side boobs and a little bit of her dark armpits and the ones in her tight gym pants showing her panty lines. I sent her back a reply, thanking her for messaging and asking how she was doing. And then I jerked off to her pics.Later that day I was surfing the net and suddenly got a chat message from her.”Hi,” she sent.”Hey. What a surprise. I did not think you still remembered me,” I replied.”I didn’t think you’d remember me too. I’m sorry about you and Krishi,” she replied.”Thank you. It was just not meant to be.” I didn’t want to go in to detail.”I know exactly what you mean.””Yeah? I hope you didn’t have to go through anything like that.””Well I did.”Then she went on to tell me how she was engaged to a guy for two years and how he cheated on her three months before they were to be married. “If it’s not meant to be, it’s not meant to be,” she said in the end.”I know. But also think that everything happens for a reason. And sometimes it’s for a good reason.” I gave her a bit of my wisdom too.Although we chatted after more than six years, we both we very comfortable. That very first time we both opened up about our lives and unknowingly we had chatted for more than two hours.”Wow. Have we been chatting for this long?” she asked.”Haha. Looks like. Thank you Sneha. I really enjoyed talking to you. I usually don’t want to talk about this,” I said.I meant it. I actually did enjoy talking to her and especially being able to talk about my experience with someone who had a similar experience.From that day we started to chat regularly, almost every other day. Then within weeks it turned in to daily chats. Daily scheduled chats. We both came online at the same time at night and chatted until we went to bed, often about two hours a night. Then these chats soon turned in to Skype voice calls. And before two months passed we were having video calls.I started to need her companionship badly. I got attached to her. She was not the loud mouthed chubby average-looking girl anymore. She was a smooth talking, at times sensually even, busty voluptuous girl. I would jerk off thinking about her daily, and when we started video chatting, it became difficult to control myself. She would come online in her pajamas. Most times she would be wearing a sleeveless top and a short pant. She had big boobs. I could see they were kinda saggy, but she had big ones. Sometimes she would take her laptop to the bed and lie on bed while chatting. Those were my lucky days. I would get an eyeful of her boobs squashed on the bed. Sometimes she would yawn putting her hands up and I would see her armpits. I have an armpit fetish and her dark fat armpits were my favourite kind. A few more months passed like this. I could sense that she wanted something more but we were walking a thin line. We had a lot of mutual friends, so neither of us wanted to be the one to say it first. There was lot at risk if either of us read the situation wrongly. During our conversations sometimes we would have quiet periods without talking, and sometimes I would break it by softly saying something like “Hey” and she would reply “Mmmm,” in a sensual voice. She had a way of turning me on just with her voice.Some more time passed and I could feel our chatting getting routine and boring. I didn’t want that. I didn’t want her to feel bored and leave me. I had to do something. So one day I asked her to visit me.”Sne?” I asked. I started to talk to her.”You get your summer vacation soon?” I asked.”Yeah. In about three weeks.””Why don’t you come here?””Where? Japan?””Yeah. Why not? You have been to US, Europe and other places. But never here.””Yeah. I always wanted to come to Japan. But I didn’t have any friends there.””Well now you have one,” I said.”True. But if I come can you take care of me?” I didn’t know what she exactly meant by taking care of her.”Of course I will. I will take days off and spend with you.””Mmmm. Very tempting.””Please come Sne. I want you to come.” It was quite a bit of a leap for me but I said it.”I want to come too Ani,” she said calling by the nickname she was using now. Her voice was a tad softer that time.”It’d be very nice to meet you,” I said. Unknown to me my dick mersin escort bayan had already gotten harder.She looked at me for a moment and said the words that changed my life, “You know what Ani, I am coming,” and smiled.”Are you serious?” I couldn’t she believe she agreed.”Yes! I want to enjoy my life. I wasted years because of a jerk. I need to enjoy before it’s too late.” She was joyful.”Please let me know when you plan to come. I will put days off and plan places to go.” I couldn’t hide my grin.A few days later she told me that she decided to come two weeks later and that she already made flight reservations. For the next couple of days all we chatted about were places we were going to see and things we could do. But there was something that was nagging me that I wanted to ask her. Where she was going to stay? I wanted her to stay with me. But it was a big thing to tell her. She also didn’t ask me or tell me anything about where she was going to stay. I decided to be the man and tell her what I wanted.”Sne, where do you plan to stay? You have any friend’s place or stay in a hotel?” I asked.”I’m not sure yet. I don’t have any friends in Japan except you.””I’d really like you to stay with me. I have space at my place. You know. There used to be another person.” I smiled.”But it’s up to you. Where ever you feel comfortable,” I added soon after.”Are you sure, Ani? Staying with you?” “It’s up to you. If you feel OK. I have no problem.””But what about your friends? What if they got to know that I stayed at your place?””Sne. Please don’t worry about me or my friends. I’m an independent man. I can let anybody stay at my place. I pay the rent. Not them. Only thing I worry about is if it’s OK with you.””Of course it’s OK with me. I’d love to stay at your place.””OK then. That’s decided. You will stay with me. Do you need anything special except a bed?” I teased.”Mmm. Let me see. Does my room have an attached bathroom and a jacuzzi?” she joked.”No but I’ll see what I can do,” I said smiling.That night I jerked off hard. I couldn’t wait to her have here.Over the next few days I planned for her two week vacation. I made reservations to visit around Japan. In total we were supposed to stay five nights out of Tokyo. And she agreed, much to my excitement, that we could share one hotel room. To save money, she said. I agreed, but not only because I could save money. She also said that she didn’t want to spend the whole two weeks travelling to places. She said she wanted to take it easy.”Prepare a lot of booze,” she said one night when we were chatting.”Yeah? You drink?” I was surprised to hear that.”Yeah! Why? What did you think?””I didn’t think you drink.””Haha. Really? Do I look like that?””Yeah,” I said. Although she didn’t look like that. “I thought you are an innocent little angel,” I joked.”I am, Ani. I am. You will find out,” she said. We both laughed.”Seriously Sne. You drink? I mean that would be really great. I miss a drinking partner. But please don’t tell me you drink wine only.””Wine? We are not going to have a romantic night right?””OK. Got it!””Sne?””Mmm?””I’m really glad you are coming,” I said honestly.”Me too. I need this myself too.”A few weeks passed and she arrived in Narita. I was there to pick her up. “Heyyyy!” She gave me a big hug. “It’s so nice to see you.””Yeah! Wow. It’s been so long. I actually never thought I’d see you again.” She was what I expected. Although her appearance had changed a big, westernized I’d say, she was still the same old girl I knew six years ago. Short, stubby, busty ass with big thighs, thick curly hair, big nose and everything else that I didn’t like in a girlfriend. But those were exactly the things that turned me on in a dirty way. She was the kind of girl that I wanted to fuck!It was a three hour drive back home from the Tokyo airport. We made very good conversation. She was a chatterbox, which worked out great as I am not good at making conversations. We really hit it off. It was as though we were best friends. It was probably most entertaining three hour conversation I had ever had.We reached home and without any hesitation she started feel right at home. I liked it as I was usually a hopeless host. Everything worked out great. “I’ll go have a shower. Feel so icky,” she said opening her bag.”Sure. I put towels in the bathroom if you need them,” I said and left the room closing the door.After couple of minutes she came escort mersin out of the room carrying a towel and went to the bathroom. I heard the shower opening and I started to imagine her naked in the shower. It didn’t take long for me to get a hard on. After a while I heard the shower closing and few moments later she opened the bathroom door and walked out in her towel. I didn’t know what to do. How I should behave? Should I look away? Should I play it cool as if it was no big deal? I decided to play it cool. If she had no problem walking out in the towel why would I? It wasn’t a short towel. It extended to around her knee. It wasn’t showing much anyway. But it was something.”I’m going to have a wash too. And then let’s go out have some dinner,” I said while walking to the bathroom.I went to the bathroom and closed the door, then I saw the goldmine in there. There were her bra and panties lying on the washing machine. She must’ve forgotten to take them. The panties were crumpled, probably when she removed them. I took them and did what every hot blooded guy would do. I sniffed. They had a musty smell and were kind of wet. She had been wearing them for more than half a day. I opened the panties up. They probably was a size too small for her ass, and maybe because of that I saw a few brownish lines inside the panties at the bottom, probably by them going into her ass crack and rubbing inside. I immediately sniffed there, wanting to smell her ass. I imagined that was how her asshole probably smelled. It was slightly smelly but mostly the panties smelled like pee. After all she had been wearing it for a long time. I sniffed and licked her panties, imagining smelling and licking her pussy and asshole. I started to jerk off and it didn’t take long for me to cum. I put the panties back on the washing machine, took a wash and came out. *****We went out for dinner. Probably the most entertaining dinner I’d ever had. She was a joy to be with. Never a silent moment. In the meantime I also made sure that the beer kept coming. She was strong to beer. She had about couple of pints but didn’t show any effect. We came back home around nine, changed clothes and sat on the sofa. She had got in to her usual pajamas. Sleeveless cotton top and cotton shorts. As I said she had a fat bottom so her cotton shorts fit nicely and I could clearly see the panty line. I had a three seater sofa and she was sitting between the middle seat and corner seat. There was plenty room on the other side but I intentionally sat on the side closer to her. I didn’t have enough room so she had to move a bit. But much to my joy she didn’t move all that far. She moved just a bit, only enough for me to squeeze in. So when I sat we were touching each other. She didn’t seem to mind at all and just kept watching the TV.”So, how do you like Japan so far?” I started the conversation.”It’s a lot different than I thought. The food, people. It’s really nice.””You are holding up surprisingly well. You don’t feel tired or sleepy?””I actually feel fine. Just my neck. It feels stiff. Probably from staying upright in the flight.” Then she started to massage her neck with her hands.”Let me,” I said. I was going to do something a little risky. But it was a risk I had to take. She had been giving me signs, or so I thought, and I just couldn’t ignore anymore. “Thanks Ani,” she said while letting me massage her neck. It was good sign. Not just saying thank you but also my name. I started to squeeze her neck and shoulders hard.”Oh. That feels good.””Let me know if it hurts.””You are doing great,” she said. I could see her eyes closing.I slowly brought my hands lower to her back and started to massage. She showed no restraint. After a while I was massaging her whole back. And then suddenly, she slowly moved her face towards me and looked at me. And then looked away again. There was something in that look. I had already gotten a massive hard on. It was time, I decided.I slowly pulled her towards me. She leaned on to my body and rested her head on my shoulder. I leaned in myself and brought my face closer to the side of hers. Seeing no restraint from her I kissed her ear. At that instant she brought her hand up slowly and touched the side of my face. I was good to go.I started to kiss her neck slowly. She then turned herself towards me. Our faces met. Just inches apart. Our eyes kept staring at each other for a moment and we both leaned in at the same time. We kissed. It was a smooth slow kiss. She then put her arms around my head and pulled me towards her. And we kissed hard.”You need to be more forward Ani,” she said with a smile.”What do you mean?””How long I wanted this.

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