We kissed a lot then and he touched my (tiny) boobs over my top and gentle press giving pleaser, I too touched his cock over pants and enjoyed, we did... this almost upto 4 pm until we reach Bangalore. I went to my house and he went to his house.We didn’t meet for few days as we don’t have each other’s numbers as we forget to take, when my friend came back from function next day she met me in my house. When she went to toilet I suddenly took her mobile and searched there was a number with name. "First, you're going to suck me," he muttered with a smirk on his lips. "Then you're going to fuck me. Sound good?" He questioned, as if I had a choice. But honestly looking at him, shirt unbuttoned, hair already tousled from teasing, chest rising and falling. To be honest, it was great. Extremely attractive even. "Yes sir," I responded as I slowly slid back down his body, kissing as I went, before undoing his belt and sliding it out, doing the same with his button and then zipper, pushing it. ” As we left the bar, I glanced back at his friends, who were looking at us and talking to each other with puzzled expressions. Outside the bar, the air was much cooler, and it was much quieter. I have never liked dance bars because they offer such an assault on my senses, so exiting was immediately relaxing. I could hear Scott breathing. I looked at him, and relished his confusion. He didn’t understand why he was coming with me, and he didn’t understand why he found me attractive. I walked. I was traveling during this conversation and it was several days before I saw her. Every day, I anticipated the event to come with a combination of fear and excitement. I was nervous during the day. At night, I would dream about it and wake up hard. She had forbidden me to masturbate during this time, so my frustration was growing along with my excitement and trepidation.Finally the day arrived. I came home to see her and she was overjoyed to see me. She hugged me, and held me, thanking me for.