As my first beer was getting low, two men approached and asked if I would like another beer. A college student with limited funds, I said "Sure". Anot...her frosty one arrived and they asked if they could join me; I again said "Sure". Talk of football, weather, college and other local subjects came easily. No word on departure so more beers were ordered. Talk then switched to sex and whether I had a girlfriend. I did not but this was the 70's so girlfriends weren't necessary for sex; just. Hooped earrings slipped into the holes I had had since my new romantic days. I stood and turned to the items on the bed and silently groaned as I began to dress. Black peek-a-boo bra (slit for my nipples to poke out of) waist cincher suspender belt and matching French style knickers. Black fine mesh fishnet stockings. All from Ann Summers online.A low cut red see through blouse that my mother would have called a bingo top, eyes down and look in! A bum hugging black skirt made of a shiny nylon. I'd been guilty after the first night. And sore. I wanted to forget it. I was embarrassed that I'd done sex stuff with a man. If any of my friends found out I'd die. But I couldn't forget it. And I began thinking about how some of it had been quite nice.Slowly, over a few weeks, I started to wonder if I'd enjoy another round with him. It became a regular jerk-off fantasy. But my shame stopped me from contacting him and I thought that was the end of it.Then, one evening I happened to run into. .Mere chacha aksar kaam se bahar hi rehte the… Chachi dikhne me bht hi achi he..Sab kuch theek chal raha tha, meri adat thi me chachi ke yaha kabhi bhi ghus jaya karta tha to ek din ese hi me chachi ke ghar me jakar ghus gaya or chachi ko awaz lagai to unhone bathroom se mujhe kaha ki me andar hu, me kaha me wait karta hu or wahi bed room me beth gya.. Thodi der baad chachi mujhe awaz lagati he or kehti he “Risabh mujhe towel utha kar dede beta” to me uth kar jese hi apna hath badhata hu to.