Hey Sana, I Like Your Pussy Stubble

If I were to rate her out of every girl I had seen naked, or on porn movies, or even in real life – imagining them naked that is – she would rank somewhere right at the top, for she was the proud owner of the best asses that I had ever seen.

Yes, she was entirely aware of what she owned. There are a gazillion girls in this world who have something or the other, but either they are too ignorant or they just do not know how to make use of their best features. Some act pricey, some are pretty straightforward in getting what they want. Sana belonged to the latter category.

All eyes would be transfixed on her ass when she would get up from her desk in our office, pull her pants up at times to make the ass protrude out of her tight clothing, and walk, swaying her big bums left-right, left-right.

Whosoever would see her walk – from the CEO of our tiny company to the peon – they would all ogle at her bums when she would be dressed western, flaunting her best asset in all its glory.

But I would be slightly wrong to not look beyond the backside. She had fair skin, very fair, and a good pair of boobs to accompany her ass. I was not sure of the size for a very long time we became acquainted, but a face with pointed nose, light-pink-colored lips and brown eyes with long eyelashes made her a thing of desire for all in the office.

Ours was a new one into business; the bosses had just raised some funding and we were still sitting on brand new chairs with their plastics on when Sana was hired in the department.

Sana was a smart marketer; it was as if she knew the product like the back of her hand and she does more than meeting her daily targets. A beautiful girl with tremendous success rate had made her somewhat indispensable to the office – a girl who was desired by one and all – and all were simply awed by her.

There was more to life than just work, and the office decided to let the employees have their hair down at the year-end.

The first batch of work was completed before the deadline – call it over-enthusiasm – and we were kind of without work when the holiday period approached.

We all in India are so fake when it comes to celebrating festivals at workplaces, and Christmas to New Year is one of the prolongated periods of having work-less days in office and mingle more with the others.

I usually would not get to see my colleague Sana every day. We both had our tasks cut out and we both were pretty busy climbing up the ladder which was put just in place.

We were in a kind of undeclared war with each other; we both had a point to prove. She was bubbly, I was rock solid at work – one who would open mouth only when necessary.

The HR saw the competition between the two of us, our contrasting personalities and threw us into the water when neither of us knew how to swim.

See, dancing is for enthusiasts. You just cannot write names in a chit, throw them in a box and pull them out to pair people randomly.

As far as dancing was concerned, I had distanced myself from it after I left my hometown for a big city to make it big, for I would always dance with my friends.

I was still a shy man, not an introvert but someone who is pretty disciplined. I was indeed used to girls, but not the heavy-duty mega-city bombshells who were bloody good at everything.

So as it turned out, madam was an award winner at the college level. The only thing I did at the college level was playing cricket, which was far behind me.

The HR had planned a cultural gathering of sorts and there were different pairs (boys and girls) created for different tasks: some Reshammiyas were to sing, some Ghalibs were to recite poems and so on.

Sana and I were paired to dance on a horrible Bollywood track. I am sure we were paired only keeping in mind our shapely bodies and the fact that we both looked fittest. With the X-mas day on Wednesday, the HR list came five days out. The HR chose Friday to put out her list, and Sana and I were pretty taken aback.

“Hey, good evening! Did you check the list?,” Sana asked as she walked into my cubicle.

“Oh yeah! Worst fears coming true! There is only one thing I do not like doing in public and for god-knows-what reason the HR is making me do this,” I replied.

“I know, and there is so less time to prepare, right? We cannot do it either on Monday or Tuesday; Wednesday we have to take part and I have never ever walked into any performance without preparation. Looks like we will have to let go of our weekend rest!” she said.

“I understand, and I am extremely sorry for you that you have been paired with an absolute novice. You will really have to teach me,” I said.

“WHAT!!!”

“Yeah, I have never danced for such activities, sometimes when drunk with friends or when India have beaten Pakistan..”

“Rubbish! You men know only one sport, kya? But don’t worry. My house is empty this weekend – my parents are already in Goa to catch up with their friends and I am home alone. We will meet one-hour post office, at 7:00 pm, and try and practice for good 3-4 hours so that the steps are right into our heads,” she said.

“Okay cool, WhatsApp me your address, and I will be there at your place on time. Anyway, I am done with work, will go home and be at your place,” I replied, accepting the reality that there would be no booze this evening and I will be up till late, dancing.

“Fine, it’s nearly 4:30, I will head home and arrange,” she left saying this and I made sure to turn my head and see that ass swaying in all directions as she went away.

I was downstairs on time in her building, and little did I know I would be walking into a palace – their flat was the best I had seen – when she greeted me with a smile while opening the door.

I took off my shoes, put aside my helmet and looked around to see she had moved the furniture of her drawing room to make space. Sana had music system all around her house, even in the bathroom which I discovered later, and who doubts the quality of Bose?

“Hey, would you like to gulp some beer before we begin? I was too tired to make tea; I slept off when I came back and woke up sometime back,” Sana asked.

“It will be a huge respite,” I said. “Some extra energy before we begin.”

We sat down with our drink. She had Coronas at her place after a few of them, with the air conditioning working well, had me settled down. We chatted from topics ranging from office to sports and movies. Suddenly she brought us back into reality.

“I was thinking if we have to dance then why not take some liberty and do something that comes out naturally?” Sana asked.

“Why not? What are you thinking?” I replied with some daring.

“Get up, I will show you,” she said.

I did not think I would be so close to her in a fraction of a second. She took my hands, turned on the music and dimmed the lights. Only and only music flowed in the drawing room as we, intoxicated a bit, began moving holding hand in hand.

Sana was a pro, she was not just the best swayer of ass but her entire body too. She was smelling of both – her perfume which she would have applied in the morning and the smell accumulated by her body through the day.

Her hair was open, falling deep into her neck and moving against her body movement. I was getting anxious, a little sweaty too, for I had never danced with a girl.

Her movements were smooth while I was rigid, and like a pro, she guessed that I was not in sync.

“What happened?” Sana asked as she moved closer to my body and whispered the question into my ears.

“I will be honest, I have never danced with a girl, and you are too hot for me to concentrate on the process,” I replied. (Yep, we men know when a woman has bowled us over and we better admit it).

Sana let out a big smile and buried her face into my chest while I smelled her – her hair to her body to her shirt to her skin. Everything smelled great.

“Don’t you tell me you are new to girls as well,” she asked while wrapping her hands around my neck and looking into my eyes.

“No no, don’t take me as a virgin. It’s just that, umm, I will admit, I have never been with someone so appealing…” I let it out, not caring for the outcome.

Sana laughed, and the devil that she was, moved even closer that her breasts pressed hard into my chest. I was getting both, aroused and confused, as to what was happening.

“For us to kill the show on Wednesday, we have to have no barriers between us. Your body needs to know mine and mine needs to know yours,” she said while moving ahead to wrap her hands completely around my waist.

I was confused, where do I keep my hands. On her shoulders, I could feel her bra strap. The same on her back. She was hot, her white cotton top was a little damp with sweat. She made the move.

Taking her hands off my waist, she held mine and glided them right over the top of her ass. “This, you like, right” she asked. My heartbeat increased. ‘Has she seen me looking at her in the office?’ I thought.

“I know a lot of you, in fact, all of you keep looking at my bums. I know it. I do not have a third eye at the back of my head but I know. And I also know you bent over to see me walking off your desk today..” she declared.

I got even more afraid, rather ashamed. As if she had cornered me, put the entire world’s blame on me for looking at her. But what was there to be afraid of, I thought.

“You really cannot ignore, I’ll be honest. It is not something I see everyday. Okay I see everyday and I wonder what it looks like without any cloth on it,” I made the move.

“Why don’t you see for yourself?” she was ready, as I had sensed it.

I let down my hands cupping her big bums over her sweatpants, pressing them tightly to slapping them and even feeling them over.

Her face was buried in my chest, a bead of sweat from her forehead ran down and dropped over my ear as I was bending down feeling her ass. Her hands were off me. Like an obedient girl she was standing as if she was all mine, letting go of all our professional behaviour to the one who was ready to be a slave.

I was breathing heavily, but before making any move I wanted to make sure she wanted it. Rather than attempting to kiss, I poked her asshole from over the cloth. She shrieked and jumped further into me.

That was enough, I thought. Weight-lifting was a regular activity, and lifting a petite girl with big bum-especially with sex on offer-any man would have extra energy.

I lifted her in my lap, held her from her waist and turned her upside down. Sana was shocked by the swift movement, from having her head buried into my chest, she was being held right upside down with my dick poking hard out of my lower.

I had had enough, I wanted to give this girl a show. She can be a good dancer, but I am a better, stronger athlete. Wrapping one hand tightly around her waist, I began moving up her sweatpants ensuring that her panty also move along with it. It took some effort, holding a human one hand is never easy, but I was driven by lust.

I was greeted by fresh stubble over the pussy, pink, wet and glistening with her fluid.

I immediately buried my face into it – god, she smelled great and tasted amazing. Her ass, the much-desired ass, was out in the open but it was her pussy I went for. A few kisses here and there, and I began eating that dark pink pussy. Trust me, slight darkness in the pussies and assholes give extra boost to us Indian guys.

Sana was more than surprised. Neither she had expected such swift movement and nor she would have thought that her ass, which she had always so proudly used, would be ignored.

Sana might have felt violated, but a deep kiss on her pussy with my tongue entering her hole had her gasping for breath. She’d have perhaps thought of some slow build-up, but here I was, already cruising with my act.

Warrior that she always was, she pushed her body slightly away to pull up my shirt and bring down my lower and underwear. My member popped out, and the little girl with a big ass tried to showcase me her skills by trying to take all of me inside in one go.

She coughed, breathed heavily, moaned but tried to concentrate on her blowjob. But I wanted her to not forget that her pussy was being ravaged by my tongue. At times, she would be having me inside her mouth, her tongue on the top of my dick, and she would just wait and breathe was her pussy was being eaten. “Put me down,” she cried, at last.

I laughed as I brought her up and made her stand on her legs. She was dizzy, out of breath and naked from her bottom. I did not lose any more time, angry for leaving my dick unattended, I pinned her into the ground bringing out her sweatpants along with her panty.

I wasted no time in moving down her, began eating her top of pussy with three of my longest finger inside her. She was sweating profusely, and crying in delight.

Five minutes of that act and I found her beginning to shiver, eyes rolling upward and she trying to conceal her happy voice. She was cuming. I increased the speed of my licking and fingering. She took some time to release all her liquid, but all the while I kept on sucking, licking, kissing and fingering.

She took time to regain herself. I pulled my pants up. Nope, I was not going to fuck this beauty right away, for I had the entire weekend with her and a fresh body. I was tired after the act. I got up, left for the kitchen as she tidied herself up.

I brought a few more beers and gave it to her. We both gulped one pretty quickly, drank the second and third giving each other smiles and soaking in the moment. I left her house as soon as I was done.

I knew I had Sana under my spell, that she would need me the moment she thinks sex. I smiled down the way in the lift, I was giggling when I started my bike. It was only at the paanwala’s shop I realized my lips were burning and were reddish than usual.

I looked at them closely while I puffed in my cigarette. Yep, they were burning.

“When did you shave last?” I Whatsapped her.

“Monday, why?” she replied.

“Your tiny, sharp stubble has left my lips burning.”

“Oh I am so sorry, is it really bad? I’ll shave tomorrow morning first thing,” she said.

“No, that’s fine. Do you shave your pussy that closely always? What about the armpits?” I asked.

“Why don’t you come, check tomorrow,” came the reply.

“12:00pm. Be ready, but hey Sana, I like your pussy stubble,” I wrote sent, threw the butt and went off home on my bike.