Month-long fun with best friend in Germany

Quick facts about us –
Pari: 31-year-old, divorced after a 4-year-long marriage, 5’5″, 36C-30-32, fair, long hair, cute lips and a lovely smile
Me (Aman): 31-year-old, married for 1.5 years, 5’8″, 5.5″ dick, frequent runner.

She had been my best friend since childhood. We grew up as family friends. Her parents shifted to Delhi later, and then we would meet for a week once/twice a year, and I would look forward to that time of the year. We texted and chatted on the phone regularly.

For some reason, I never erotically saw her prior to her marriage. She was always beautiful – but the post-marriage glow made her hot. She also became bolder in her clothing as her husband had no restrictions, and she’d show off quite some skin in her Instagram pictures.

I was in awe. Maybe this and the fact that we didn’t chat as much after her marriage, and even less after mine, made me long for her. We’d speak on birthdays and meet once/twice a year.

She divorced her husband after 4 years of marriage, over family-related issues. She didn’t tell me much about it. She eventually shifted to Munich for work and started living there alone. Had tried keeping in touch, but my (newly) married life took over, too.

6 months later, I got an opportunity to visit Germany for a month, for work purposes. I would be pretty much in Munich except for a week in Belgium. I told Pari about this, and she insisted I come live with her in her 2BHK.

I was hesitant initially. But when she said that she’s anyway alone in this big country and would be great to have her bestie’s company, I complied. I reached there in the evening, and she came to receive me at the airport.

She was wearing a white top and dark blue leggings, and she was looking wow! She had transformed her figure and was likely working out, which was visible in her muscles and curves. The first couple of days were normal. I got used to the timezone and the new people at work.

She was also busy with her work. In the evenings, she’d hit the gym, and I’d go for a run, so we’d mostly interact later at night. We would have dinner at home, chat and go to sleep in our separate rooms. After a long time since her divorce, I would see her smile heartily.

Friday night: Then came Friday night, we chilled with beers on a sofa at home, and she finally opened up about the actual reasons behind her divorce. Tears trickled down her face. I couldn’t see her like that and hugged her, without saying much. It was a quiet hug, but we stayed like that for about 5 minutes.

She eventually stopped crying, and I could feel her heavy breathing on my chest and her face on my shoulders. That night, we finally felt connected again. We kept talking some more and headed into our rooms almost early at 3 am.

She texted me from her room – “Thank you, this was much needed, especially the hug.” I replied, “Anytime for you”

Saturday night: She took me sightseeing on Saturday, we visited some museums, cafes and other places of interest. She was wearing a yellow flowy dress with a deep cleavage, with toned arms and legs. I’ll be honest, I was turned on. I had put on a light white shirt and jeans.

Throughout the day, I kept complimenting her (which she playfully brushed aside) and clicking her candids. We visited a pub later that evening, got drunk and danced a lot. It was loud, so I went closer to her ear and said she looked cute when drunk.

“Only when drunk?” she replied.

“No, I didn’t mean it that way. You’re always cute.”, I said. An awkward pause followed between us for some time.

“I wish that hug never ended”, she said.

I was surprised and aroused. I went closer and took her in my arms. We hugged for a while, but this time I was bolder and ran my hands through her bare back. She held me tighter around the waist. I ended the hug and took my lips closer to hers. She was breathing heavily but didn’t retract.

I kissed her on her luscious lips, and she kissed me back. Two best friends in a relatively unknown country, kissing like there’s no tomorrow. We stopped after a while and took a cab back home. We held hands but didn’t speak a word. No background noise from the pub now, and it was an awkward silence between us.

I was hoping we would continue where we left off when we got home. As soon as we reached, she rushed to her room and bolted her door. Dejected, I went back to mine. No texts that night.

Sunday: I saw her the next morning, and she had made 2 cups of coffee. We avoided eye contact and didn’t speak much beyond Sunday plans. I had to take a flight later in the afternoon to Belgium. I was busy packing, wrapping, and doing some prep work, etc.

We had lunch, and I headed to the airport. I reached my hotel that night and wound down early to be fresh at work. She texted later that night, “I am sorry, didn’t know what to say after that kiss. Have a good trip.” I saw it on Monday morning, and couldn’t gauge much about the tone.

I just replied, “I understand. I wish that kiss had never ended.” I was taking my chances. The rest of the work week was normal. The best parts were her 2-3 texts during the day. She’d send me random selfies from her office, her gym (she looked damn!) or from the cozy of her home.

Thursday night: She texted with a selfie from her bedroom captioned “come back soon, ‘home’ misses you!” I could figure she was wearing a spaghetti top, and I was taken aback. I was scheduled to return Friday night and decided to take another shot at being with her.

I took a shirtless selfie in the hotel bathroom (good lighting and post-run pump helped) and shared it with a caption, “I miss ‘home’ too.” No replies to that, just a heart-react emoji. I got back to Munich on Friday evening, headed to her place with flowers.

She opened the door wearing a sleeveless red dress. I could see her boobs bulging out. Hair tied in a neat pony. Dim lights in the living room with candles and a wine bottle in the centre. I gave her the flowers, and she blushed. As she turned around, I could see her walking back very seductively.

We filled our glasses with wine and told each other about our work week. I was having a hard time not looking down her neck or her milky thighs. There was anticipation and excitement in the air. Two glasses down, I went closer to her and kissed her.

I was clear that I wouldn’t let go of this opportunity. She was kissing me back and holding me tight. My left hand was in her hair, and my right slid down her left shoulder and grazed her side boob. That was so soft! I broke the kiss and looked again into her eyes.

She started kissing me again – this time our tongues fighting, exchanging saliva and feeling each other. I slid her dress straps down till her belly, while she was unbuttoning my shirt as we kissed. We were both topless in no time. My hands went straight to her boobs.

They were big but not saggy at all, pillowy soft with brown nipples. I took one in my mouth as I pressed the other one hard. I sucked, licked and flicked her nipples and kept sucking them alternately. She was in a trance, just running her fingers through my hair.

Minutes later, I slid down her dress completely and saw her lacy black panties. She looked like a vixen. I kissed her pussy over her panties and kept licking like that. I could hear light moans from her and feel her heavy breathing. I lay her down on the sofa and slid down her panties, exposing her heaven.

She had a bit of hair, but it looked neat and lightly trimmed. A musty aroma hit my nostrils as I brought my face close, adored her pussy for a while and gave it a light kiss. I went back up to kiss her as my right hand felt her pussy and started fingering her.

I started slow and gradually increased the pace. As soon as I found the spot on her labia, she heaved a heavy breath. I knew I had found it and kept at it with my right hand, my left hand pinching her nipple. My tongue playing with hers – all senses engaged. In a few minutes, she came with a loud moan.

I was not done – I wanted to give her a very good time selflessly. As she caught her breath, I started sucking her boobs again, much like a grown-up kid. Her moans were now seductive. After a few minutes, I went down on her and started licking her inner thighs, gradually moving up to the pussy.

I finally reached her pussy. She pulled both my hands up to her boobs and pressed her hands on top of mine. I started making circles with my tongue on her pussy and kept pushing my tongue in. Alternatively, she played with her clit too. Circles, tongue in/out, flicking the clit.

I continued this rhythm and could feel her heavy breaths as her boobs expanded. I maintained the pace, took my time, and she cum in about 10 minutes for the second time, with a loud moan. I came back up and kissed her boobs, and then kissed her.

We kissed for a bit, and she pushed me back on the sofa and slid down my jeans. I was wearing boxers, but was rock hard underneath. As she took my boxers off, my dick sprang up near her face. I kept it trimmed. She licked my balls, then the tip of my dick and then slowly started sucking it.

She seemed to be a pro and enjoyed the entire girth and length of it, while simultaneously pressing my balls. I loved the feeling. What was unique was how she played with my balls; she knew it was typically an erogenous zone but typically unattended. She would have made me cum just by playing with my balls.

She stopped after a while, went back to my jeans and pulled out a condom from the wallet (I indicated to her), and as she rolled it on me, she took my dick again in her mouth. After a minute, she came on top and started riding me gradually. She was tight.

Her boobs, though taut, were now jiggling as she took the entire length in. Her hands were on my chest as she increased the speed. I matched her rhythm, and we just kept fucking for a few minutes. I pressed her ass (hadn’t given much attention to it yet).

I had still not come but was almost at the verge after 8 minutes of fucking (and the sucking before that). To avoid blasting, I changed positions and came behind her. She bent over with one leg on the sofa and another on the floor, and I thrusted her from behind.

It was so amazing that I spanked her a couple of times, to which she moaned loudly. I was crazy and took my index finger to her asshole, and she screamed. I didn’t go deep and kept playing with it as I drilled her. I think she cum again as her pussy twitched and contracted, and she just fell on her stomach to the sofa.

I took a breather, turned her around and finally came into missionary position. Our eyes met as I fucked her, her legs on my shoulders and my hands on her boobs. She pulled me closer as I went deeper and dug her nails into my back.

We had no care in the world. We were just us in a different country, grinding our bodies together. I couldn’t go on for longer at that moment and came in the condom while still inside her. I just fell on top of her, near her neck.

You’d notice there are no words exchanged in all of this. It’s because there were none. We didn’t know what to say, and our bodies did all the talking. We passed out on the sofa for almost 30 minutes. My eyes opened, and my dick had come out along with the condom.

I went to the bathroom to pee and clean up, while thinking about what happens now. When I came out, I didn’t see Pari on the sofa, her glass of wine empty and her bedroom door closed. I got the hint, finished my glass and went to my room. A few minutes later, I heard a knock on the door.

Seeing me awake, Pari came in, still butt naked, and slid into the covers beside me. She faced me and said in a drunk, heavy but cute voice, “Thanks, Aman.” Before I could say anything, she kissed me. Then she went to my nipples and started licking them.

I was so turned on – her hand went to my dick, and she started jerking it. She played with my chest and jerked me for 10 minutes, and right when I was about to cum. She removed the covers, jumped and took it all in her mouth. I had little time to react to all this, amidst the half-drunk, half-sleepy and fully horny state.

She gulped it, wiped my dick clean and came up again to sleep beside me. All I could muster was, “Thanks a lot, Pari.” We cuddled and slept until late Saturday afternoon. When my eyes opened, I was worried that we’d face reality. She wasn’t in bed with me.

I put on my boxers and came out into the living room, seeing her in the kitchen making coffee, in nothing but my shirt from last night. A sight to behold. She came with two cups of coffee and went directly to planning for the weekend, suggesting a road trip.

I am glad there was no awkwardness. I came close and just kissed her forehead, to which she smiled. We sat on the sofa, and she sat facing me, keeping her bare legs on mine.

That’s all. We enjoyed the remainder of my month there, sleeping together every night, fucking every night. I came back, and we were friends like normal.

You may reach out to me at [email protected]. Unfortunately, between my full-time job and my married life, I don’t get time to respond to DMs often. I also don’t know what I am here for, hence not keen on sexting, etc. But I will try my best to respond to and communicate via email.