Private Bachelorette Party For My BFF

Hi everyone, this is Karan again – I hope you’ve all had an enjoyable Diwali 2021.

Seeing my BFF Ekta’s Diwali pic with her husband brought back old memories. From a weekend we ended up spending together, accidentally making it her private bachelorette. And so, I thought of sharing it with everyone here.

Ekta has been a childhood friend of mine – after school, she moved to Delhi with her parents. I used to meet her annually then. She had blossomed into a gorgeous woman.

She had an awesome figure with a thick waist, lovely lips, and a fine ass. She had an amazing pair of breasts almost 38” in size. I guessed so as they were bigger than my girlfriend’s, whose is 36”.

This was in 2019. I was in Hyderabad working as an intern at Deloitte. Ekta told me she would travel from Delhi to Pune on work-related training for a week. It had been more than a year since we met. I wasn’t even there for her engagement as I had my MBA midterms.

She was free on Friday evening and had thought of exploring Pune with some friends until Sunday morning. But all her friends had other plans. Since I’d lived in Pune for 2 years, she pinged for some ideas to spend the weekend. This is how the conversation went:

Ekta: I thought I would roam in Pune with my gang in the coming weekend. What will I do here now?

Me: One wacky idea – Come to Hyderabad!

Ekta: How man? I have my flight back on Sunday morning from Pune

My mind started thinking devilish. My girlfriend would be traveling to Manali with her office friends. I needed a weekend to unwind.

Me: Should I come there? For a day?

Ekta: Why would you come for me?

Me: I can consider babe. It’s been a long since we caught up. But what’s the incentive for me?

Ekta: Hehe… Full day with you… All my time for you. What other incentive do you want?

Me: Umm, this is enough for now. So that works, but I’ll have to stay at your place.

Ekta: No issues. I have 2 single beds in my room – and my roommate is leaving tomorrow evening.

I started looking into flight timings and costs. But I also wanted to see how keen she was. After 5 minutes, she pinged:

Ekta: Will you come, seriously?

Me: I’m considering since it’s YOU.

Ekta: That’s truly one crazy plan!

Me: One more thing. We’re not telling any other soul about this.

Ekta: Done!

Me: Please compensate me for this one. I’m giving you so much free entertainment.

Ekta: Haha… I can sponsor half of the trip.

Me: Done deal!

I booked my tickets for Friday evening and sent her the screenshot.

Ekta: No one has ever done something like this for me. You’re the best.

Me: Haha. See you tomorrow then, good night!

The next day we chatted since afternoon. I couldn’t concentrate on work. But I knew I had to get stuff done, so I am free on the weekend. In the evening:

Me: So where should I meet you?

Ekta: The O hotel. Be on time!

Me: Or else?

Ekta: You won’t be allowed to enter my room.

Me: What? That was the whole point of coming there.

Ekta: Haha… Is it?

Me:

Ekta: Yes. I will always remember this.

Me: Obviously, this is your bachelorette.

Ekta: Is it? Well, it’s just you and me…

Me: Yes, do we need anyone else?

Ekta: Nope, it’s just the way I thought. So how have you planned my bachelorette?

Me: Let’s keep it spontaneous, do get a little tipsy if you can.

Ekta: We’ll see. Please come soon.

Me: Yes, on my way to make your weekend happening…

Ekta: Oh! Let’s see!

As soon as I reached Pune airport, I picked up some lilies, rum-infused chocolates, and condoms (hoping to reel her in). I called my girlfriend and told her I would be busy working my ass off (wink!) this weekend.

Ekta received me at her hotel reception, and I was dumbstruck looking at her. She was glowing. She was in her olive-green PJs and a black crop top that amplified her boobs and gave a peek of her navel.

Smilingly, she offered a handshake. I was expecting a hug, but this dropped my expectations. I thought this was the effect of her recent engagement. We went up to her room, she followed, closed the door, and hugged me tightly from behind!

“Man, I missed you so much – the wait didn’t seem to end,” she said, now having come forward but still hugging me. I was elated. I could somehow feel the happiness in her chest moving up and down while hugging.

I freshened up in her bathroom and saw her old underwear there. I wish to see her in her current ones soon. I changed into my grey vest and PJs. I joined her in her single bed, and we started chatting about our personal and professional lives.

She told me she had a great time at the training in Pune, and it was a good break from her monotonous life in Delhi. It was 2 am, but we both didn’t have a hint of sleep in our eyes. We continued to chat. I was looking into her dreamy eyes, feeling so special to be with her at that moment.

I complimented her on how beautiful she had become and how jealous I was of her husband-to-be. She thanked me, “How can a girl in PJs look beautiful to you? I have seen your girlfriend’s sexy pics on Insta, and we both know how hot she is.”

“She’s hot, but she’s not YOU.”

She blushed a little but tried to change the topic. “What’s happened to you, man? You’ve shed a ton. I can see some big arms on those broad shoulders you already had. Lucky she!” I just smiled and said it was nothing.

There was a small pause in our conversation, and we were only inches away from each other’s faces. We were sitting side by side now, and my left hand was sitting on her right thigh. She just started looking at her phone, and I kissed her right cheek softly.

The small pause now felt like an eternity. I turned around, my back facing her and lay down in shame. She waited for a few seconds and then looked over me, saying, “What happened?” I said, “I am sorry, I just couldn’t help myself seeing how beautiful you are.”

She pulled me back up, made me face her and kissed my left cheek. We looked into each other’s eyes again. I took my face closer to her, expecting her not to pull herself back. She didn’t, and our lips met. She had now closed her eyes, and we started to kiss softly at first.

I wanted to be cautious and gentle, so I started playing with her hair. The kiss became intense, our lips intertwined with a little bit of tongue. I could feel her fragrance as she came closer to me and wrapped her arms around me. I was rubbing her thighs, and she was pulling my hair now.

After almost 5 minutes, she moved from my lips to my neck. I knew this was the signal. She didn’t want to stop at the kiss. I moved my right hand up to her left boob, feeling the curve over her crop top. My left hand was grazing her bare lower back between her crop top and her PJs.

She pulled my hair with her left hand and played with my arm with her right. My right hand went inside her top. I could feel the material of her bra cupping her big left boob. I started playing with her earlobes and biting them, and my left hand started moving her top up gently.

Thank God I was a multitasker, as I started hearing her moan lightly as she devoured my neck. I pulled off her top in a jiffy, and she followed suit with my vest. Only one piece of clothing separated our torsos now, her lovely black lacy bra. I took charge and started pressing both her boobs and licking her cleavage.

She pulled herself back and kept pushing my head deep between those melons. I wasn’t in a hurry to mount. But I wanted to take her to ecstasy before getting what I wanted. I made her lie on her back, came down kissing from her boobs (bra still on) to her navel and started playing there with my tongue.

I licked there for a while and took her by surprise by quickly pulling down her PJs. She looked at me with her big wide, surprised eyes and tried to cross her legs together. I went back to playing – left hand on her right boob, tongue in her navel, and right hand softly rubbing her inner thigh.

She opened her legs. I saw her black panties complementing her black bra perfectly. I went down her legs, kissing her thighs, pussy over her panties and licking her ankles. “Oh Karan, wow!” was all she could exclaim. I came up.

She pulled her bra down, and I unhooked it from behind. There they were an absolute delight to my eyes. Perfectly round breasts, with small brown nipples hard and ready to be licked. I looked into her eyes, placed my mouth over the right one and held the left one.

I alternated licking, sucking, and biting them for a good 5 minutes without breaking off our eye stare. At this point, I could have paused and let her take charge. But I wanted to show her a good time, so she unquestioningly continued.

My right hand went around her panty lining and looked up to her again for her nudge. She pulled my face to hers and kissed me again and kissed me real deep. Having had the nudge, I pulled her panties down her silky-smooth legs. I placed my face between her thighs.

Her gorgeous, dark pink, light-haired pussy was in front of me. I looked up to her eyes again. I started kissing her, from her thighs to the top of her vagina. Her hands were in my hair as if wanting me to stay there forever. My tongue started playing, alternating pressure on her pussy lips.

I started going deeper, taking my time to make her wet. My left hand went back to her boobs, and my right hand started rubbing her clit. She was almost shrieking now, begging me not to stop. Her gentle touch on my hair now was almost pulling towards her pussy.

I had a good time there, using all the tricks in my bag. I was twisting and turned my tongue, alternating speeds and pressure and simultaneously rubbing her clit. She was dripping wet now. In a few minutes, she almost went numb and released her juices. She was not a squirter, but I could feel she had orgasmed.

I paused, went back up to her and lay beside her, kissing her cheeks and pressing her boobs lightly. “It was the best one I’ve ever experienced. Div (her boyfriend and now fiancé) never liked going down on me. It felt like a task to him.”

I shushed her by kissing her lips as I didn’t want her to think about him. She said, “We must not forget the other important member on my bachelorette.” She got up to take off my PJs. All this while they were on, and my member was almost raging to come out.

She pulled my underwear down with my PJs. My dick was up facing the roof. She gasped. I figured this is better than Div’s, either in length/thickness (or both, maybe). Her left hand started pinching my pecs as her right one felt my dick and balls from length to length.

She pulled my foreskin and gently kissed the pink head. I loved the start! She made it a little wet with her saliva and started sucking it. She was being too fast and too rough. I figured she wasn’t too good at it. She wasn’t also able to take it all in.

My girlfriend was better, to be honest. But that was also because we practiced a lot. Nevertheless, I was still excited and started pressing her boobs as she blew me. After a few minutes, I was about to cum and indicated the same. She started blowing me even faster and cupped my balls (that was new!).

I was almost on the brink of cumming. She pointed my dick to her big boobs and gave my dick and balls the final jolt. I came heavily, spurting all over her boobs.

We were both sweaty, she was dirty with my cum, but we still lied down together and started kissing. The room was filled with the aroma of our lovemaking. We cleaned ourselves up with tissues and cuddled naked on her single bed (mine was empty the whole night), and drifted off to sleep.

I opened my eyes in the morning. I saw she was on my bed, in full clothes sleeping sound, while I was still naked. It was as if nothing had happened, and she had forgotten it like a wild dream. The worst part was that we still had the entire Saturday ahead of us. I was worried it would become super awkward.

It got better, actually, but that is to be continued.

I hope you liked this part. The finale will soon follow, but I would love to hear your comments. Feel free to hit me up if you want to comment or chat about anything on [email protected]. You can read my previous story here.

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