We had finally completed our graduation and had planned to go on a vacation the following summers. So I and five friends of mine gathered at the Ahmedabad Railway station on the decided day. It was unusual for our families to see us off with Bon Voyage when we were actually going on a voyage! We had planned a fifteen-day cruise trip to Malaysia via Mumbai.

Having reached Mumbai, we boarded our cruise, checked into our rooms and then went to the restaurant to fill our bellies. Although it is advised not to eat much while traveling through the seas, we were young enough to digest anything and everything that passed our mouth. It was in that restaurant that my adventure began (I did not know it then obviously).

A group of girls — seemingly similar in age as us, and sexy of course — entered. They sat at the table opposite to us across the room. All my friends and I shared the same thought instantaneously — we single guys, they hopefully single girls; the trip ought to be awesome! As they sat on that table, few girls faced us, few the other way. Keeping all apart, there was this girl — black and white striped one piece, black frames (F.Y.I frames — my biggest weakness), long black hair and a seemingly charming personality — who caught my eye. It was unusual for me what followed next, but during those 30 mins or so while we were there, I and that girl shared an eye contact nearly 20 times. To this day I cannot fathom if she was expecting me to make a move or not. Apparently they ordered very less food, so they finished before us and were leaving. As they went past us, that girl walked just behind my chair, and maybe she slightly tapped it, and then she left. I simply could not have realized that she was going to be ‘my only companion’ for the adventure.

That night, while we were at the bar, we saw that group again. I had made up my mind to approach her, although my heart and soul were filled with trepidation. I picked up two bottles of Tuborg and was walking towards her when out of the blues she slapped a guy. Maybe that guy made an amorous advance at her or maybe he was just flirting and she took it for lechery. You are about to approach a girl and you see that happen — it is possibly the biggest setback for your morale. So yes, I dropped the idea and went outside the bar with both the bottles, planning to drink them alone (#forever_alone). I had walked a few distance when I heard a feminine voice calling out to me

“Care to share one?”

I turned around to find that girl sitting on a lifeboat hooked tightly to the ship.

“Sure!” I stepped into the boat as well.

“That was pretty bold for you to slap that guy there.”

“Yeah that guy — he was getting too much comfortable with me. He deserved that.”

“Probably. So hi! I’m Sparsh.”

She shook my hand, “Apoorva.”

“Saw you earlier today at the restaurant. I’m also here with my friends just like..”

“Yeah saw you too. My friends call you the ‘eye contact guy’ since noon.”

“So it was an eye contact!”

“Hehe… so tell me about yourself…”

And we engaged in a long conversation, drinking beer and gazing at the beautiful starlit sky. We had no idea of how and when the time passed and we fell asleep in the boat. It felt nice.

The next morning I woke up with the sun staring directly at me and a beautiful girl sleeping in my arms. We were under the deep blue sky with almost no trace of clouds, no chattering of people, just calmness. It seemed to be a beautiful morning until I realized that calmness in this case meant something wrong — we were on a boat in the middle of nowhere with no trace of the cruise! I woke her up to share the shock in which I was for a few minutes. But to my surprise, she seemed all the more delighted!

“I have always dreamed of such a day! Stranded like this in a peaceful world!”

I looked at her in both anger and awe — anger because how could she say such a thing! And awe because her face glowed bright in the sunlight, the wind playing softly with her hair and to crown the moment, the way she lifter that lock of hair off her face and placed it behind her ear; in short, she looked like the epitome of Helen, Andromeda and Aphrodite. But that moment my mind took over my heart and hence I was more surprised than awed to see her say that statement. The boat was not in a good condition, still we could need it, and so we swam to the shore, dragging the boat with us.

We were completely drenched but had no change of clothes, so we had to stay there like that until some generous soul passed by with a chopper or a yacht and helped us out. We were on a beach locked by dense forest and hills in the background and the vast blue ocean in the front. We could do nothing but wait. Apoorva started going into the forest when I saw her and immediately intervened. Agreed that an adventure would be to explore the forest tunceli escort like Indiana Jones and his team, but I would rather stay on the beach and die than to be the supper for cannibal tribes or carnivorous giants or even orcs or trolls for that matter. But she wouldn’t listen and preferred to be Princess Leia exploring the forest of Endor!

A few minutes later, I heard her scream in a distance. I ran towards the direction of the sound, constantly worried for her safety. I had ran almost half a mile when I saw her in the distance staying tight and close to a tree whilst a dire wolf circumscribed her and the tree as if mentally savoring its meal. That moment I wished I were a warg so that I could control the dire wolf to calm down. I’d read somewhere that one can pet even a lion by looking in this eyes, dropping all the weapons, extending the arm as if to pat the beast. But obviously that skill required a great consummation and I was nothing but a naïve guy. Still I jumped into ‘the battlefield’ and tried to follow the petting procedure. But there was no placating that monster (although it was nothing before an actual monster but even a deadly hound appears to be a monster if you are its prey). From the tree I broke one branch, luckily it was a bit pointed at the end, and pointed it at the wolf. It seemed to anger him more. So we did what we could do the best that moment — run. We ran for the beach hoping to jump into the water and swim as fast and far as we could before either the wolf pitied us and let us go or a giant wave would drown it into the depths of the ocean. To our fate, the wolf preferred the former alternative.

When we were assured that it would not return, we swam back to the shore. The weather had worsened — we could see dark clouds gathering at a distance and consequently a heavy downpour would definitely hit us in 5-6 hours; and then there was the risk of an encounter with another beast too. So we decided to stay low and close. Apoorva shrugged close to me in my arms as I patted her back hoping to ease her trauma of the day. Princess Leia was finally safe with Han Solo, at least for a while — that thought crossed my mind. I smirked, and quickly changed my expressions lest she should see it and take me for yet another Sand or Snow (bastard) trying to take advantage of the situation.

It actually was a bit awkward situation — it had been less than 24 hours when we met and now we were sitting that way — completely drenched and close to each other with her head on my shoulders and I could hear her breather hard. We talked a bit about our past. But it was hard for me to concentrate seeing her wet lips moving that close to my cheek. We could practically kiss if I just turned my face towards her. I tried to push those thoughts away from my mind when I started feeling their effect in my pants. But it was hard not to think of her that way. It had been a few minutes when she started sneezing. I thought it might be because of the winds and nothing else. But that sneezing turned bad and she started to shiver a bit. I did not know what thought crossed my mind, but I immediately unbuttoned my shirt and wrapped it around her so that she could feel a bit warm — but a wet shirt would not do much good.

I had never been in such a situation before — I was sitting bare chested next to a girl practically hugging me tight!

“I guess its because of my wet clothes. I should probably take few items off — at least from top. Hope you won’t feel uncomfortable with it.”

Although I am not incredulous in nature, but it was impossible for me to believe that I had just heard that statement. I thought my mind was playing tricks.

“Huh?” she signaled.

“Yeah no problem.” I replied absent mindedly.

She took my shirt and her top off. (No need to mention I got an instant boner). I watched her as she stretched out her arms to remove her top, her gravity-defying bosom, tightly cupped in her black bra, up in air right next to me as she removed her top. She was all wet and I could see water droplets trickling down her beautiful white skin. One particular droplet moving along her cleavage right down between her boobs caught my eye. I wished it was me (my lips to be specific) moving down teasing her body that way. I tried not to think that way but I was helpless. I looked at her face and it helped a bit. It was a mixture of feelings — love when I saw her face, and a bit lust and desire to have her there itself when my eyes slipped a bit down her face. I decided to keep mum on that matter.

“I never thought I could make a guy this uncomfortable.” She giggled upon obviously seeing what was going on in my pants. I dared not to reply.

“It’s okay! You are a guy and when a girl sitting next to you gives you a (kind of) strip tease, that (pointing to my erection) is bound to happen!” She said as she now came turgutlu escort uncomfortably closer looking me in the eye. We shared a few second of eye contact and then, as if our bodies moved autonomously, we brought our faces close and we kissed. It was a small one, just a contact of the lips, but it felt like heaven. We paused, pulled back, looked each other in the eye again and kissed again — this time a bit longer. We did not move our lips much and obviously did not use tongue at such an early stage. We paused and kissed again, this time involving our lips further — trying to do it as the French do — I kissed her lower lip first, then the upper lip. I hugged her tighter with each kiss on her lips. She took my face in her hands as she came closer, as if wanting me to do more things to her. With my right hand I held her from back, and I ran my left hand on her shoulders first — as I kissed her harder — and then down through her arms. I then touched her belly, and moved up till her breast.

I could feel her already hard nipples through her bra as I cupped her right boob. I played with it as I licked her lips. She licked mine. I kissed her upper lip, and our tongues touched. I kissed her lower lip again. She licked my lips as I stimulated her nipples, biting them as she felt the pleasure. With my right hand I unhooked her bra. Still kissing her, I undid it and kissed her neck, her shoulders, her cleavage and down till her boobs. I looked her in the eye and kissed her on the lips again, this time my left hand moving down her belly till the tip of her pants. I caressed her there a bit and I moved down to reach her pants directly above her vagina. I rubbed there slowly. She moaned and her pleasure could be felt in the way she kissed me harder. I slid my hands inside her pants now, reaching for her clit. She had stopped kissing me as if totally involved in the pleasure my fingers gave here at her clit. I rubber her clit slowly as I kissed her, her body muscles getting tighter by the moment. She had finally started to feel it — the build up that would squirt out of her in no time now.

Never had she been pleased by a guy that way and my fingers seemed to cast a spell on her as she totally dropped her shields of conscience and wanted me to continue down there and make her feel the pleasure that every girl desired. My fingers seemed to understand her rush of feelings telekinetically and moving faster now as she tightened her thigh muscles. She was completely wet by now and even I had stopped kissing her totally involved in rubbing her clit as she gripped my fingers tightly with her thighs. I could feel her vaginal muscles contracting rapidly as if to savor the pleasure for long and not let go of it. She moaned seductively as she ran her hands through my hair while I rubbed her fast and kissed her on her neck. It was time — she could hardly control herself as she finally let go, her thighs shaking from the release of cum that had been building all that long, her vaginal muscles contracting and releasing successively as she squirted, moaning out loud and her whole body trembling from the pleasure of it, as she kissed me as hard as she could.

I spread my shirt and her top on the sand and made her lie down on it. I lay on her top, looking into her eyes and kissed her passionately. I kissed her on the lips, chin, neck, cleavage and down till the belly. I retracted, and undid her pants. I kissed her already wet underpants and licked them just above her clit. She lay there like a nymphomaniac stretching her arms out and enjoying my tongue tease her and please her. I removed her underpants as well and kissed her vagina, her clit. I licked her pussy as if to extract the juices out of it. She held up her thighs in mid-air as I kissed her clit, giving her immense pleasure. I kissed her clit and licked it hard, my face moving along her vagina as I did so and consequently, my nose moving up and down caressed her as she lifted herself from waist down. Her body motions in response to my tongue made her pleasure diaphanous to me which in turn aroused me and I began to suck at her clit vigorously.

She hadn’t even fully recovered from her previous orgasm and there were clear indications of an impending orgasm real soon. She moaned and moved uneasily as her thigh muscles tightened. Her vagina responded to me as I licked it — contractions of muscles, just to stop her from squirting. She ran her hands through my hair and held my face as I sucked her clit, even harder now. She had lost all control of her body and my tongues commanded her tightening of muscles and the immense pleasure she that she was feeling. In no time she was ready to cum, as she held my face close and tight to her vagina, both wanting me to stop (else she would cum in no time) and to continue (obviously). She realized she could not hold it much longer now, as she felt my turhal escort tongue at her clit, stimulating it with such intensity. Just a few strokes and she would cum — probably just one. She held my face damn tight with her thighs wrapped tightly around my neck, holding me as tight to her vagina as she could; as she finally let go and squirted out her load with her whole body trembling at the sensation of it. I could feel her vaginal muscles contracting and releasing rapidly as she cummed.

Having gained back her senses, she sat upright and kissed me gently, as she ran her hand down to unzip my pants. I had pre-cummed by then and was fully erect. I took off my underpants too. She stroked my penis — looking me in the eye as she did so — gently at first, the full length of it. She increased her velocity slowly. She cupped my balls with her other hand and was now stroking the glans and just some length below it. I felt uneasy as she did so. I stopped her, made her lie down again. There she was, with her aphrodisiac body compelling me to be inside her that very moment. I lay on top of her, teased her a bit on her vagina, and entered in a gentle stroke. Her pussy was tight, warm and wet. I pulled back and went in again, this time with a thrust. I repeatedly did so, massaging her G-spot each time I went inside. She moaned — with pain and pleasure. Her expressions resembled those of St Teresa in Bernini’s work (Ecstasy of St Teresa) as I stroked her — arms stretched out, toes curled, muscles tightened and face bearing the expression of ultimate pleasure.

Her vagina became tighter and her muscles (vaginal) seemed to grab onto my penis as I stroked her — increasing velocity gradually. It was the first experience for both of us and so neither of us could retain our fluids for long. It had been only a few strokes when we realized that it would not last much long. Her expressions clearly conveyed what she felt — she wanted me to fill her with my load and the same I wanted. So I started stroking her hard and fast, her seductive moans both arousing me and weakening me. It was just a matter of a few strokes when I felt her cum again — her thighs in mid – air and her body shaking as she squirted, shortening my motion by a large number of strokes. She could feel me bulging inside her and I was just about to cum. At the final stroke, I was inside, totally out of my senses upon having cummed inside this beauty that lay before me feeling that too, as I kissed her hard. I swear I have never had shot such a quantity and this was the best orgasm I ever had (obviously hand could not substitute for a real girl).

Having cleaned ourselves and now fully naked, we lay next to each other — I spooning her as we decided to get some sleep. But that was not all. I spooned her and my hands were touching her boobs, my lips on her neck and my penis pushed against her ass. She — in true sense — was a callipygian. I got hard again; I just wished she would notice it else it would be embarrassing.

“You may relieve yourself if you please. At least that way we could sleep comfortably.” She giggled. She obviously had noticed my erection poking her ass.

“No it’s just a matter of time. It will subside soon.” Although I knew it wouldn’t.

“Here, let me help you.” She help my penis and sandwiched it between her thighs. “You may rub yourself between my thighs.”

“It seriously isn’t necessary.”

“Oh common! You don’t have to be modest in front of me. At least not after what all has happened.”

I started rubbing myself between her thighs when I felt something wet. I did not pre-cum. It was clear. She was definitely aroused.

“I see even you wish to relieve yourself.”

I had not even finished saying the statement when she sprang up and sat on top of me. She slowly moved her ass along my erection, teasing me real bad as she did so. She then held my penis and guided it inside her. She moved her ass up and down along my penis — the cowgirl style. She leaned close to me as she did so, her boobs rubbing against my chest with each stroke she made. I sat upright and held her tight as she moved along my length. I kissed her as she stroked gradually. Her boobs rubbed in my face. I kissed her neck, licked her nipples as she moved up and down, now with increasing speed. I was halfway there when I signaled her to stop, made her lie down with her back facing me, as I moved down to kiss her ass. I licked it, and then the clit. I licked it harder without teasing her much. When I felt she was near too, I paused. I entered her from behind. She held my arm tightly as I stroked her from behind, vigorously now. It was a few vigorous strokes when we both were almost done. And in the next stroke, we let go of the fluids simultaneously, experiencing a trembling and immensely beautiful orgasm.

We cleaned ourselves again and finally went to sleep — next to each other (but not spooning this time as we were tired now).

The next day, it rained heavily. We put on our clothes and waited for any help. To our relief, it was not long before a patrol ship spotted us and helped us back to our cruise. It was indeed an unexpected adventure…