Exploring Sex With Sharon

Hi, people. My name is Jyoti, and I am from Goa. I am 21 years old. This is a year-old incident about exploring sex that I have written down.

My college informed me to find an ex-student and interview that person’s experience about this college and how it shaped their career. Luckily my mom knew a lady who lived a floor above us in the building.

I wasn’t very happy about it, thinking that lady would be of my mom’s age. The entire thing would be boring. It was a time when I was very irritated, even by the smallest thing. I was in depression due to my recent break-up.

The only reason I agreed was that it was simple to work for me. I had already found the person to interview, which my friends struggled with, so I went up, and the lady opened the door.

I was surprised that the old lady wasn’t as old as I had imagined she was. She was a proper 31-year-old with an equally amazing body. She welcomed me in and introduced herself as Sharon.

After answering a few random questions regarding the college and me, I got to work. It was a lot of work typing all the stuff down. Still, I finished completing near about half the interview on the first day itself.

We couldn’t continue as she had to get back to work. Sharon worked from home even before the trend began.

The second day while interviewing her, the topic landed on men. Sharon said men are assholes. I laughed and said that I couldn’t agree more. So she directly asked me what my story was regarding men and all the depression I was holding in.

I just blabbed to her that my boyfriend cheated on me with another girl. The expression on her face changed. It was an expression that I could identify because it was the same as I had.

Soon after saying that to her, I realized that she was a friend of my mom’s. In fear of the same, I tried to leave her place.

She said: Relax, I know you’re scared that I will tell your mom. But don’t worry, I won’t do anything like that.

I just smiled and said thank you and left. I didn’t go to her place the next day, thinking she would have told my mom. But she seemed cool enough to not tell it, and there were no questions from my mom, so I decided to go.

Sharon’s mom opened the door, and she invited me in. I knocked on her room’s door. She told me to hold on for 5 minutes, she opened the door later, and I saw her all sweaty.

I thought she was working out cause the kind of figure she had at her age needed maintenance. I apologized for disturbing her. Through the initial awkwardness, I managed to finish my project and thanked her for her time and for not telling my mom about my relationship.

Sharon: I can relate to you very much, Jyoti, and if you ever want to talk about all this, feel free anytime.

I asked her what she meant by her relating to me?

Sharon: My husband also cheated on me with another woman, so I understand you.

I was very surprised and said, ” You?” staring at her boobs and back at her face.

Sharon: Yes, it’s a long story.

I was now very curious and told her that I wanted to know because, in a way, even I can relate to her. She smiled.

Sharon: Okay. All of this started when I was in college. I was dating a guy. We were perfect. His name was Arun, and like the typical relationships back in the day, we used to text all day and meet once a while when there was no one at my place. I still remember all the fun things we did back in the day.

I saw Sharon blushing when she said that, and I understood what she meant.

Sharon: We were all good till I got into the senior college. But after a few months, I got a lot of attention from guys on my campus. Like any other girl, I liked all the attention I was getting, and those made me grow horns.

I broke up with Arun for no reason, just to enjoy the attention I was getting and flirt around. Arun didn’t take it very kindly because he was obsessed with me. To an extent, I was too for him, but I just anyway went with the flow.

I still remember him saying that karma will get back to you, and it did very strongly. After all the fun college life had given, work-life was the exact opposite. I still got the attention, but of all the uncles who 10 years elder to me. But soon, everything changed.

Amit had joined my workspace. We straightaway connected and began dating. After 6 months or so he introduced me to his uncle and aunt. I was really happy. After that, it was fixed. He was the one because now his family was also involved, and after that, we went on a fun spree.

Sharon: Yeah, those were amazing times. Till I got a text from a girl on Facebook asking if I was Amit’s girlfriend, I replied, and that’s when my world came crashing down.

He was dating that girl also and had promised her the same things he did to me. After months of the same, we had fights, and I decided to give him a second chance. We were dating again, and after 2 years of that, we got married.

I was really happy about it. We were fine for a year until I caught his conversations on his phone and back to square one. This time I was married, and out of nowhere, I remembered Arun’s exact words about karma getting back at me.

I was very depressed. So bad that I picked up smoking. This is why Jyoti, I told you to feel free to share or else even you will fall into bad habits.

Me: How did you know that I was in depression.?

Sharon: I knew when I saw your face because I had been going through the same thing.

I felt good when finally someone understood me from my perspective. I just connected with Sharon deeply in just a few conversations. I left as she had to get back to work again. It felt really good to share all my stuff with someone who could understand me.

The next day, I went to her place again to feel better talking to her. She was also happy about doing the same. We talked casually about some college stuff. Sharon asked me the reason behind why my boyfriend cheated on me.

I told her that he wanted to get involved more physically, and I wasn’t that comfortable with it. She laughed and said, ‘typical teenage stuff’ and continued laughing.

Sharon: So, are you still a virgin?

Me: Yeah, I am and wanted to keep it that way till we got married.

Sharon: Yeah, that’s not going to happen. You’re a pretty girl Jyoti, you should enjoy while you have time. Because no one knows what marriage or future holds for us.

I was blushing there without any response. Sharon asked about the fun things I have done with my ex.

Me: (blushing) The usual just upar upar se, foreplay.

Sharon: No wonder he left you.

I felt bad and seeing that she just hugged me tightly. She walked me back to her room from her balcony and asked me

Sharon: Bolo upar upar se kya kya kiya?

I somehow felt connected to her and knew she would be the right person to open up to. I did, telling her that we started with smooching and then pressing and rubbing all the time a few nudes here and there. Then one day, he showed me his cock and asked for a handjob.

We discussed a lot of our past sexual stuff with each other and got closer. We had become so close that I would just casually walk into her room without any formalities. One day she happened to be in her bathroom.

I just sat there on her bed, and she said she’d be out in a few minutes. While I sat, I thought of checking out if she was on any social media to add her there. Since I knew her phone’s pattern, I just took and opened the recent tabs to check and saw a cock picture in the gallery tab.

Usually, I would panic, but we had gotten so close that shamelessly I opened the tab and played the video. I saw the cock, and the head had a huge bulge about the size of a golf ball. It was brown, and all the veins were visible.

I was amazed by the built of and kept watching. Sharon came. With the look I had on my face, she understood what I was watching and said, “Enough of it.” I blushed and asked her if this was her husband’s cock.

Sharon: No, not that dog’s, and I never would even look at it. This is my college ex Arun’s video. You see how dumb I was to leave that.

I stared at the cock for a few seconds. I looked at her and said, “The cock head dude, you are a dumb bitch,” and we both laughed. I asked her why she still has this video with her after all these years.

Sharon: I fantasize about his cock every day and masturbate.

I was surprised and asked her if that’s what she does when I find her sometimes sweaty and in the bathroom. She said yeah and asked me why I was so surprised. I told her that I’ve only done it twice or thrice, and she gave me this shocked look.

Sharon: So what do you do when you get these urges and your horny?

Me: Well, I just become restless, and most of the time, I sleep off.

“I know you’re horny now, so let me show you what to do,” saying that she kept her middle finger over my shorts and began rubbing it very slowly and softly. I gasped and moaned. But she didn’t stop, and I don’t know what had gotten into me that even I didn’t stop her.

Sharon kept rubbing up and down and sometimes in circles over my pussy. All I did was enjoy it, of course, and breathe heavily. She suddenly got up, ran towards the door, bolted it, came back. She again kept her hand on my shorts, exactly where my pussy was.

I told her, “Sharon, this is…” and she cut me, saying, “…this is me teaching you to enjoy life and a way to get out of your depression.” She covered my mouth with her left hand. She began rubbing my pussy again, but this time a bit rougher than the last.

I was moaning on her hands, and then it got to the point that I couldn’t sit anymore and just fell of on her bed. I don’t know if this was her intention all along or not. But while doing that, she suddenly brought her leg over me and moved her hand out to press her lips against mine.

I tried to push her, but she was strong. She kept pressing her lips on mine and began pressing my boobs. She stopped kissing me and whispered in my ear, “Don’t worry, Jyoti, with me, you won’t lose your virginity,” and bit my neck gave me a hickey.

I don’t know what came over me. I stopped resisting her, and she felt that. So she began kissing me again, and this time her tongue was in my mouth.

Sharon was smooching me furiously, and somehow I just started responding, feeling that she became more aggressive. We were just smooching hard and rubbing our bodies against each other like hungry animals. She stopped playing with my pussy and made me sit up and remove my shirt and shorts in a flash.

She sat there on her bed, looking at me and smiling. “Your panty is wet,” said Sharon, and it was wet. She made me stand in front of her. I kept my hand over my panty, covering the wet spot and over my boobs, blushing all the while.

Sharon stood up and removed her top. She had not worn a bra, so her melons just bounced out. That was the first time I was looking at another woman’s boobs so closely. They are bigger than mine.

Her hands now boldly moved towards my boobs. She cupped them gently and fondled them. Her fingers pressed against my nipples, which were by now very hard. I felt a little gasp come out of my mouth as she did so.

Sharon was getting a good feel for my boobs and kept on fondling them, which made me wetter. She brushed her hand over my soft skin to reach for my panties, only to find them soaked with my juices a lot more than what was initially there.

Sharon slid her finger over my clit. My panties were adding extra friction against my puffy pussy lips. I let out a soft moan as her finger repeatedly teased me over my panties. Sharon slid her hands under my panties, feeling my hairy skin against her palm as her fingers reached for my clit.

Gently circling it, Sharon slowly increased her pace as she inched closer. I was still standing there, and my knees were shaking because of all the pleasure Sharon was giving me.

She held my lower back and turned me a little to the side. Then she pulled me closer to her and took my left boob almost entirely in her mouth. She pulled my panties to my knees at the same time.

Sharon’s fingers softly pressed against my clit, rubbing it lightly with just a hint of pressure. My juices were flowing more and more and were moaning, hissing now with each firm press against my clit.

My hips started moving along the rhythm of Sharon’s fingers. She just wasn’t ready to stop moving them. I was shivering and trembling. She knew I was about to cum soon and increased her fingers’ pressure, and it did the magic.

I held Sharon’s head and was almost pulling her hair. My pussy was throbbing and letting out so many juices that even I was surprised. It was a moment of bliss, and I couldn’t stand after it. Sharon understood and helped me sit on the bed, and I just fell over on it.

Sharon, meanwhile, was busy licking my cum off her fingers, and she seemed to like it.

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