Squeezing Riya’s Chest on Kolar Trip

Riya and I came close to each other because we share the same thinking power to resolve any work-related issues. Usually, we spend our leisure time discussing various surrounding issues. But this time we planned for a long drive on the Kolar road. Riya is almost 26 years old.

On this incident day, she was wearing a yellow floral top with white pants. The upper part of her breast was properly visible from above her dress. On top of that, her brown shoulders are fully exposed. This created a romantic atmosphere between us.

This was a toll road, so it was mostly empty. We stopped on the roadside to have a tea break. While entering the car, she had sudden muscle pain. I had applied a spray to release the pain, but unfortunately, it didn’t help.

I insisted she could put her legs on my lap so that I could massage them. She was responding to my romantic movement. In a few minutes, she had closed her eyes. I thought this would be a good option to touch her pussy.

But it’s my bad luck, she was wearing tight pants below. I was unable to go beyond her knees, even if I pulled up. As she was deeply asleep, above her dress, I gently touched her soft, cotton-like boobs. I couldn’t stop my car; she might wake up.

I need to maintain a constant speed of 30 with one hand busy pressing the lower part of her legs and feet. After a 1.5-hour drive, we reached a place where we could take lunch and relax a little bit. We had Riya’s favourite food, Plain Dosa. I thought her headache was due to not eating on time.

But my assumption is totally wrong. The second option I suggested may be scorching heat. She had vomited all she had taken till now. Seeing her condition, we thought of going to Bangalore. This time, she kept her head in my lap.

She instructed me to put my hand on her forehead and provide the same relaxing massage so that she could have a good nap again. Now I have good access to my desired part, which I dreamed of this morning. I carefully took the off-shoulder top part down.

She was wearing a white-coloured bra, not a fancy one with a lace design. I tried to squeeze her chest from above the dress, but I was not feeling great. Her deep sleep gave me the courage to uncover her more by just pulling the bra up and releasing it.

What a view – Broad, landform with steep slopes, a pointed nipple. Her nipples were black in colour, and they were small like a button, but her breasts were big like a birthday balloon. I believe she had applied oil this morning before our trip to make them smooth.

The best description would be sunflower petals surrounding the dark centre. AC is running full speed, but feels like I am standing in front of an intense sun. The sunflowers are waiting for my hand to catch. I couldn’t stop admiring them so closely.

This was the first time I was holding her breast. I had dreamed about it for a long time. I was too excited to play with them with my hand. It was beyond my imagination that her boobs would be so soft, oily and big. I can’t hold them in one hand.

The inner circle is so juicy, I like to suck them as a bee does to sucking honey from flowers. Luckily, I took an empty village road, and no one could interrupt. I took advantage of her deep sleep. I squeezed them with my hand in such a way that I would make fresh roti from them.

My hand couldn’t decide what to do, pressing her right breast for a few minutes, and after that moving to the left and again back to the right. She was sleeping sideways, and the car gear knob was hitting her pointed nipple. As per my understanding, her right breast is bigger and softer than the left one.

I was squeezing her soft breast with one hand, and with the other hand I was driving my car. I stopped my car on the roadside and started masturbating inside the car. Maybe due to the long press, she was trying to open her eyes, so I immediately covered the huge sunflowers.

Again, when I realised it was safe to continue, I reopened them. I am admiring her stunning, marvellous breasts again and again. I was thinking when I could get a chance to suck the entire juice from both her breasts and make them deflate.

I was also thinking how difficult it would be for her to maintain these big sizes like a watermelon. Every day, oiling them so that they can bounce, not hang from the chest. This was a village road with lots of ups and downs.

On each bump, it was jumping like a ball bouncing on the ground. The midline of the chest is narrow and deep like the Himalaya mountain pass. I rubbed my middle finger there for a few minutes to get the feeling.

The luckiest part was that she was sleeping on my lap like a small baby on my mom’s arm. With so many activities going on around her, she was least bothered. I was firmly pressing her breasts again and again without wasting my time.

I was rounding her nipples, as if I were playing with a glass marble ball. Sometimes I was pinching the nipples with my fingers and tasting the colour, whether it was brown or brownish black.

I don’t know whether I would get a second chance in my life or not. I need to complete my enjoyment now. I was exploring her breasts in all possible ways with my hand.

The road, which was only a 2-hour journey, today took 6 hours to reach Bangalore. Because of my activities, her breasts became fluffier, so it was hard to pull the bra and cover them.

We were almost entering the city, so I had to dress her up properly and put her to sleep in a car seat headboard. I dropped her off at her residence, but my legs are shaking.

Usually, at night, I call her, but today I hesitated and went into a dream world with her. I don’t know how much she is aware of my touch, as well as today’s memorable incident.