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My name is Mahek; I am 24 years old. I belong to southeast part of Asia (sorry cant disclose my country) but I was born and raised in the UK. I am so excited to share my personal experience today. Let me tell you about myself first. I have a fit body shape and its all due to my dedication to Gym time which I am very punctual. I have a tan colour skin, black long hairs, brown eyes, hairless skin, soft arch shape eyebrows, bust is round with brown areola and perky pointed nips, they are natural and a shaved fanny floof . My family is very conservative, means girls have to be virgin till they get married , but I have used some vibrators and toys but never met anyone so my virginity is debatable. I was not suppose to arrive late home so you can imagine how I was raised.
I had just finished college and landed my first job, and with it came a small but intoxicating taste of freedom. For the first time, I could drive myself to work. I had always dreamed of owning a tiny two-door convertible—something that made me feel seen. I imagined myself cruising through town with the sun on my skin, branded sunglasses perched on my nose, smiling as my best friend laughed beside me.
I passed my driving test on the first attempt, and soon enough we brought home that little car. It wasn’t new—far from it. The model was old, with rusted patches and the faint smell of oil that never quite went away. But it was mine, and it carried me wherever I wanted to go. I didn’t care about its flaws; it gave me independence, and that was enough. It was 2 doors but not a convertible one.
Even though I was stepping into adulthood, some rules still clung to me—no coming home late, no pushing boundaries too far. Still, life felt different now, fuller somehow.
We had family friends we were incredibly close to, almost like relatives. Their daughter had been my childhood friend, someone who knew me before I became this version of myself. They had moved to another town about two hours away, and during a festive break when I had the entire week off, she invited me to stay over.
My parents agreed without much hesitation. I told my mom that the next morning, before heading home in the afternoon, I wanted to go for a short drive—just me, the road, and the quiet thrill of being alone. She smiled and said it was fine.
I had more plans than I let anyone know. I was fully aware that this trip was the perfect chance to explore parts of myself I usually kept hidden. My mind felt restless, crowded with daring thoughts that kept circling back, refusing to let me relax.
I imagined long, empty roads stretching out in front of me, the quiet hum of the car, the thrill of being completely alone with my thoughts and my hands in my pants. I pictured stopping somewhere unexpected—maybe near an unfamiliar farm, surrounded by open land and fresh air—where no one knew me, where I could stand still for a moment ,leggings on my ankles , panty on my knees and my finger on middle of my fanny and let the freedom sink into my body.
The anticipation itself made my skin feel warm.
I packed carefully, choosing my tight gym leggings and a fitted long-sleeve top, clothes that hugged me just enough to make me feel aware of every movement. On the way, I stopped and bought a simple black thong—something small, secret, and just for me. Slipping it into my bag felt like a quiet promise to myself, a reminder that this trip was about more than just the drive.
I smiled to myself as I got back into the car, knowing this was only the beginning.
I finally reached my friend’s house, and the familiar warmth of being welcomed made me smile instantly. Everyone was genuinely happy to see me, and I made sure my parents knew I had arrived safely. The evening passed easily—soft laughter, long conversations, and a comforting traditional dinner that made the place feel like home.
That night, I slept in my friend’s room, surrounded by memories from another time in my life. I didn’t fall asleep right away. My thoughts lingered, restless, quietly charged with anticipation for the next day.
In the morning, her mom made us a generous breakfast, filling the house with comforting smells. Not long after, her parents left to run some errands, and suddenly it was just the two of us there, the house calm and still.
I casually told my friend that I needed to change into my gym clothes since I planned to stop by the gym on my way back home. Alone for a moment, I slipped into the black thong I had bought earlier, my heart beating just a little faster as I did. It felt like a secret—something only I knew about—hidden beneath my clothes.
I pulled on my leggings, adjusting them carefully, feeling how they hugged me and smoothed everything into place. I liked the way they made me feel confident, aware of my body with every step. After one last look, I grabbed my things and stepped outside, excitement quietly buzzing under my skin as I left the house.
My plan was simple: take the countryside route. I opened the map on my phone and found a narrow road winding through farms that eventually led to the sea. I had never been there before, which only made it more tempting. The road felt quiet and private, stretching on endlessly as I drove. After nearly an hour and a half, I realized I needed fuel, so I searched nearby and followed the map to a small station tucked away from the main road.
I pulled in and started filling the tank. The place was quiet—just a small shop and a gravel parking area. That’s when I noticed an old cruiser jeep parked nearby, its lower half splashed with dried mud. The door opened, and a tall man stepped out. He looked to be in his early sixties, at least six-foot-two, wearing worn boots, blue jeans, and a plain white T-shirt. His grey hair suited him, and the lines on his face only added to his presence.
He glanced at me and smiled.
Something about the way he looked—unhurried, confident—sent a subtle warmth through me. I returned the smile without thinking. I was aware of myself then: my fitted gym top, my leggings, the way I stood. He walked into the shop, and a moment later, I followed.
Inside, he was holding a gallon of milk, waiting in line. I picked up an energy drink and stood behind him. He turned around slowly, his eyes moving over me in a way that wasn’t rushed or careless. When he smiled again, it felt deliberate. I met his gaze and smiled back, steady and calm, fully aware of the quiet exchange passing between us.
We paid and stepped outside. He got into his jeep, paused, and gave me a brief wink before driving off. My car followed behind. I noticed him glance at me through his rearview mirror as he left the station, his expression relaxed, almost amused.
Just beside the station, the road split, and we both turned right. It was narrow, lined with fields, and required careful driving. Every so often, I caught him looking back at me in his mirror, smiling softly. He knew where I was headed—he’d seen me adjusting my map in the shop. He’d mentioned the beach, said it was beautiful.
That was the only conversation we had, but it lingered with me as the road stretched ahead.
About thirty minutes later, the calm of the drive was broken by a strange sound coming from the engine—a sharp, uneven clicking that made my stomach tighten. I pulled over and stepped out, lifting the bonnet even though I had no real idea what I was looking for. I stood there pretending to examine things, hoping it was nothing serious.
He drove on at first. I watched his jeep disappear down the road, and for a moment I felt completely alone. Then, just as I was starting to think about calling for help, I saw him slow down in the distance. His brake lights flashed. A few seconds later, he reversed back toward me.
He stepped out of his jeep and walked over, his boots crunching softly on the gravel.
“Everything okay?” he asked, his voice calm and steady.
I told him about the clicking sound, trying not to sound too unsure of myself. He leaned in slightly, peering under the bonnet, then asked if he could take a look. I nodded, grateful for the help.
It didn’t take him long. With practiced ease, he pointed out the issue—one of the nuts had come loose and fallen off. He explained my options carefully: I could call breakdown services, but they’d likely tow the car to the nearest garage, and there was no guarantee it would be fixed the same day. I’d probably need someone to come collect me.
Then he offered the alternative.
He said he could secure it temporarily so the car would run safely, and if I wanted, he could fix it properly at his house nearby. The way he spoke was reassuring, straightforward—no pressure, no urgency. Just calm honesty.
I looked at him for a moment, weighing the choices. He seemed genuine, kind, the sort of man who knew his way around both engines and people. In the end, I trusted that instinct.
I agreed to follow him to his place.
As I closed the bonnet and got back into my car, my heart was beating a little faster—not from fear, but from the quiet realization that my carefully planned day had taken an unexpected turn.
We arrived at his bungalow not long after. It was well kept, modest but cared for, with shrubs lining the property except near the gate. Farms stretched out in every direction, open and quiet. As we entered, I noticed a shed to the right and his house straight ahead, with a narrow parking space between them.
He pulled up near the front door and asked if I could park in the tighter spot beside it. Almost casually, he mentioned that he preferred not to be seen with a woman around, and suggested he park his jeep behind my car instead. I felt a strange sense of relief—I admitted I didn’t want to be noticed either. It felt safer that way, more contained.
Behind the house, there was another farm. One side bordered an old, abandoned house that looked like no one had visited it in years, while the other side was lined with tall trees. Farther back, a dense forest rose quietly, thick and untouched. It felt incredibly private—almost hidden from the world. Cars rarely passed on the road, and even if they did, we were shielded from view once my bonnet was lifted and his jeep parked closely behind.
He opened the shed and brought out a large toolbox, moving with ease and familiarity. He replaced the missing parts with new screws and secured everything carefully. Then he suggested giving the car a more thorough check, just to be safe.
He worked for nearly forty-five minutes, focused and methodical, while I sat nearby on a chair, watching him move around the car. He explained a few things along the way—engine oil levels, parts that might need attention later—his voice steady and reassuring.
As I sat there in that quiet space, surrounded by fields and trees, listening to him talk, I became aware of how still everything felt. The day had taken an unexpected turn, and I found myself strangely calm, trusting the moment, letting it unfold exactly as it was.
When he finished checking everything, he looked at me and asked if I’d like to have a coffee inside. After all the help he’d given me, it felt rude to refuse, so I agreed.
We entered through the back door, straight into the kitchen. It was spacious, neat, and carefully kept—everything in its place. As he moved around preparing the coffee, I noticed him take a tablet discreetly(later I realised it was Viagra to enhance power). I didn’t think much of it at the time. I sat down at the table, and he smiled, half-joking, telling me to keep an eye on him so I wouldn’t think he was trying anything strange. We both laughed, and the tension softened—just a little.
With our cups in hand, we walked into the sitting room. On the way, I noticed a short corridor to the left with two rooms—one clearly the main bedroom, with an ensuite wardrobe and bathroom, and the other a smaller room with two beds. Straight ahead, next to the front door, was the sitting room, dominated by a large screen.
He pulled the blinds down, muting the daylight, and we sat on separate couches facing each other. The room felt quieter, more contained. We talked easily at first. I told him about visiting my friend, about how much I enjoyed driving through narrow farm roads, how peaceful it felt compared to the city. I also mentioned how strict things still were at home, especially about getting back on time.
He listened closely, then asked, almost casually, if I had a boyfriend.
I smiled and answered honestly—that relationships were allowed, but only until marriage. Something shifted then. The air felt heavier, warmer. Our conversation slowed, each pause lingering just a little longer than necessary.
That was the moment I realized the tone between us had changed.
He hesitated for a moment, then asked if I would mind him asking something more personal. I shook my head and told him it was fine.
He leaned back slightly and asked if I ever felt desire—if I ever missed being close to someone, having a boyfriend, or even exploring things privately. There was no judgment in his voice, only curiosity. Something about that made me feel unexpectedly comfortable.
I surprised myself by opening up. I admitted that yes, I did have desires—things I’d never shared with anyone before. I told him how I’d explored those feelings on my own, quietly, carefully, without anyone knowing. I even confessed that part of my plan for the day had been about indulgence—about feeling free, connected to myself, letting the drive and the isolation stir something deeper.
As I spoke, I could feel the atmosphere change. The quiet house, the drawn blinds, the certainty that we were alone—it all made my words feel heavier. I told him about the fantasies that had crossed my mind earlier, about the open fields, the road, the sense of being unseen and unrestrained.
He listened closely, never interrupting. Then he asked, almost gently, if I was attracted to older men.
I smiled and answered honestly. I told him I found them sincere, grounded, confident in a way that felt safe and steady. That seemed to please him. He asked if I wanted to spend some time together—nothing rushed, just shared company in that quiet space.
I didn’t answer right away. I let the silence speak for me. When I finally looked up, my expression said what my words hadn’t yet caught up to.
“Yes,” I said softly.
And in that moment, I knew exactly what I was choosing.
He stood up and asked me to come closer, saying he wanted to see me properly. I rose slowly, suddenly very aware of myself, of how quiet the room had become. His eyes rested on me with open appreciation, and he smiled.
He told me I looked beautiful—confident, radiant in a way that felt natural rather than forced. He noticed how my leggings fit me, how clean and smooth my silhouette looked, and said it suited me perfectly. There was no rush in his voice, just calm admiration.
He asked me to turn around, and I did, smiling to myself. He laughed softly, complimenting my shape, saying everything about me felt balanced and feminine. When I turned back to face him, his gaze lingered for a moment longer before he met my eyes again.
He said I carried myself with a youthful energy that was impossible to ignore.
I felt a warm mix of confidence and excitement spread through me—not from the words alone, but from the way he said them, steady and sincere. I smiled, knowing exactly what kind of tension now filled the room.
He stood up and walked toward me, closing the distance between us slowly, deliberately. When he wrapped his arms around me, it felt grounding—firm, confident, unfamiliar in a way that made my heart race. He leaned in and kissed me, gentle at first, then deeper, more assured. I had never experienced anything like it before, and the intensity of that closeness made me feel breathless. He opens his mouth and both our mouths wide open and he dominating the kiss ,sucking my tongue , putting his tongue in my mouth, kissing my lips. We hugged tight with our bodies completely touching each other and his bulge just in between my thighs over my thong.
He kissed my ears, then started kissing and licking my neck his big tongue on my neck felt so erotic. I decided to surrender to this man now as he was doing me so nicely. I went into a state of pleasure and my eyes sight getting blurred with excitement. each move was so arousal. He moved down and pulled up my left side of the top. My left boob was set free, hard, with erect nipples popping outwards looking for some good treatment. he grabbed my boobs and said if I had enhancement, I said no , he said its so natural and sexy looking . then he slapped my nipple a few times and squeezed the boob and grabbed it tight and started sucking the nipples. I felt intense heat building up inside me. my vagina felt moist and warm. My clit all hard at this stage. My new black thong was wet with some stains on it by now. He pulled out my other boob by taking of the top and grabbed both in his hands and squeezed them tightly felt a bit pain, but pleasure was dominating it . then he sucked both of my nipples, bite them hard but my nipples remained hard and poking asking for more. He then licked my belly. his amazing big tongue was so sensual. He licked my fanny on top of my leggings before he pulled it down. He looked at my black thong and rubbed my clit over it with his thumb. he licked on top of my thongs. pulled it slowly and my fanny was exposed. My leggings were on my ankles my thongs on my knees and my pussy facing towards him in between my legs . My shaved pussy was wet . he looked at my pussy and said it’s a beautiful sexy big pussy. he opened my lips and found my clitoral hood with my clitoris popping out, hard and long. That’s a sexy looking hard clit . he turned me around asked me to bend forward. He rubbed my ass hole and spread my pussylips and said it’s a tight looking vagina which is already pouring juices out. he licked me while I was standing facing towards him . then he stood up . took of his t shirt and pull down his blue jeans . he was wearing a boxer and I could see a long big dick waiting to be released. He pulled his boxer down. he had a big almost 9 inch cock with slight grey hairs and to large balls hanging in that scrotum . he asked me to kneel and suck my cock. I grabbed his cock. Started rubbing it with my hands. it was a cut big cock ,thick, big head . I kissed it first. Started licking the head . and then on its side. Then slowly took in my mouth. there was precum already on it which tasted a bit salty and slippery. I started sucking it half in and out as it was too big for me. he grabbed me from my head and pushed me so the whole length went inside and made me gagged . he was forcing me to take it as whole. It did felt very sexy . Then we stripped off our clothes completely. we walked to the bedroom. there was a big king bed . I laid on the bed he laid on top of me . he started kissing me . he cock was on top of my pussy and he was grinding my pussy which had a very erotic feeling . we kissed for a while . then he grabbed his cock and started rubbing in between my pussy lips from top to bottom . he was teasing me as he knew by this time I desperately need his cock. He then went below over the opening of my vagina and slightly pushed it in and out . I could feel my vagina stretching with this act . he inserted the head of the penis in my vagina , I moaned . still his head of penis in me ,he slightly went further and I could feel a cock coming inside my body . I cant explain that feelings. His whole cock was in me . then he started moving it in and out . I could feel his cock hitting my cervix. Then his speed increased and he started fucking me faster. He did gave me some hard strokes in between . I could not believe I was having sex. Sex is so good . my legs up in the air , wide open, opening my pusslips exposing my vagina hole, a big throbbing cock moving in and out inside my vagina, my boobs bouncing all over the place, a tall man on top of me and we are connected to each other with a big cock and a shaved pussy . what an amazing site it was. We were a single body now connected together by sex having romantic moments. He stopped and while his cock still resting in my vagina he started kissing me like before dominating the kiss. He told me he wanted to cum . I asked him to cum inside me as I can take the pills , I said i wanted to feel the same way how a couple sex his partner to make her pregnant . I felt his penis getting more swollen , rigid now before he exploded in my pussy. The head of his cock was pulsating as he was shooting that hot cum hitting my cervix with a force. I could feel those fast shots fired on my cervix filling up my vagina. His cock got flaccid as he pulled it out of me. It seems he had a big collection of cum in those balls not released for a while . I can smell the cum in the room . it was warm and sticky . he came off me and lie by my side . breathing heavily he said , that was awesome. I felt his cum pouring out of my pussy on his bed sheets and my thighs . I was not satisfied and wanted more now . he asked me to wash my pussy in bathroom which I did . I came back and he put some pillows and I lied on my stomach . my ass pointing out . he spread my leg and my pussylips spread my itself . he spread my small lips and my vagina hole was visible . I asked him if he can take a pic on my pussy which he did . I realised now that my pussy is torn open by a real dick now . my vagina looked so sexy to me . I wanted to have more cocks in that vagina now . so he came behind me and started fucking me in doggystyle . this time he lasted longer . my G-spot was hit properly . I had 2 orgasms. I loved the way getting deep strokes, while I was holding the bedsheet tight , my right ears was in his mouth and me moaning like a whore . I came with idea to have it in kitchen . so we went to kitchen ,he stood behind me, I was against the glass door, I knew one was watching us from farm, he was fucking me from behind as I stood looking towards the farm getting squeezed on the door . that was my best pose .
I had to return home . so, I had a quick shower without wetting my hair. I told him I had to leave. He asked me if I can be his girlfriend but I said that wont happen. He also asked me if we can have secret sexual affair . I told him I will visit him again but let him know when I get chance. I got his number . I drove back home without going to the gym .
It was a great experience . Every girl have some desires. I am glad I fulfilled my desires . Its still a secret no one knows about my encounter. I hope people will enjoy my this encounter.
I did meet him again which is another story .
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