26-11-2020, 08:40 AM
Cupid seemed to have abandoned me during the time of my graduate education. Although, I now knew much about relationships between opposite sexes, I did not have any opportunity to take it further. I did not get any opportunity to make a girlfriend, during my engineering college days. Although, there were many girls around, I did not find any of them attractive. Or perhaps, they did not find me attractive. You see, with new found freedom in their college & hostel, girls usually show a tendency towards those so called ‘studs’, who are richer, have bikes and the likes - it might have changed during the past couple of decades, but you know the type. I am not ashamed of saying that I had nothing of these - I received a very small allowance (pocket money) from my parents. That was sufficient to cover for occasional paranthas and chai in the hostel canteen, but not enough to allow any indulgence.
So, I did not stand a chance, when it came to college-time romance. People, who have attended or are attending engineering colleges, will attest to the fact that really good engineering colleges usually attract the worst lot, when it comes to the ‘attractive’ girls. Someone has rightly said that beauty and brains rarely go together. It might only be my limited observation… but four years of observation (total 7 observed batches) in a good engineering college must count for something.
Okay, before I digress too much from the topic at hand, one thing that I did ‘right’ during my college days, however, was to build my physique. I was extremely inspired by Arnold Schwarzenegger, having watched his numerous movies, and although I knew that I could never build like him, I was inspired to, and was able to develop a well sculpted and strong body… and with okay-ish face to go with it, I looked very presentable, and occasionally handsome. I still had no idea about how to dress sharply, something that my counterparts from big cities were able to do very well. I did not purchase my first pair of jeans till I started my first job. I mostly wore shirts and pants. You may remember those parallel pants that were a craze in early 90s. But you can not get amazing get-up in cheap clothes. Anyway, in addition to working out, I also focused on my social skills during college days, which helped me immensely as a human being. I participated in English debates, public speaking, and I also ran and won an election to work as student representative. All these things developed me as a man.
I was fortunate enough to attend an engineering college which was located close to mountains (please do not ask me the name of that college - privacy you know?). In the foothills there were trails that you could hike up and view the surrounding area. The college had a long-standing culture of adventure sports, cycling, rowing, trekking and the likes. As an integral part of my exercising regimen, I cycled a lot, especially on the hill side. That greatly helped in building the required strength and stamina, as well as shedding fat.
On one nice early winter Sunday, and I decided to do a double of cycling and hiking. I had the entire day to utilize as I did not have anything else to do. So, I simply wanted to enjoy the nicely cool weather, rather than wasting it away sleeping like many other boys. I had my breakfast very early in the morning, packed up my backpack with a few sandwiches from the mess, fruits, water & binoculars, and headed out.
It was a nice mild winter and I enjoyed cycling and later the climb to one secluded part of the hills that gave me a spectacular view of the valley. I pulled out my binoculars to view the scenery. Greenery and mist were the order of the day and the Sun light painted everything with golden color. I noticed that there were some other hikers in the area, but they were already leaving, and I swung my head around to see if I could catch their departure. What I caught, however, came as a surprise because it was the least likely place, I thought I would see something like that.
What I saw with my binoculars was a young mother contently nursing her infant. She was not very far away from where I was standing, so, I got a rather close look at her from my location. She was a local - I guessed she belonged to the Raji tribe; she was possibly in her mid-twenties. Raji people are known as the forest-dwellers and that could explain why she was there in the first place. However, nursing in open, was a new thing. She was wearing a blouse, buttons of which were completely undone, exposing fully her fair breasts. Should I add that her breasts were extremely beautiful! As I watched from my perch, I longed to be closer - to have a closer vista. I somehow dared a bit and decided that I would act as if I was hiking up the trail and stop close to her, to try my luck ogling her beautiful breasts. If she continued to nurse, I would have a good view. If she closed shop and left, I would be no worse off than I was. Overall, I had nothing to lose and everything to gain.
A fantastic gamble!
I put my binoculars in my backpack and proceeded quickly towards her so as not to miss any of the action and to add some realism to my planned rest stop. As I came upon her, I made sure she heard me coming, so she would not be startled. I took a deep breath and as I came beside her. I smiled and said ‘namaste’ (hello and salutation greeting in Hindi). I expected her to cover quickly at the minimum, or perhaps even bark obscenities at me at the worst. She did neither and instead, she replied decently to my greeting. I asked her whether I could sit near her, to which she did not object.
I took off my backpack, sat facing her and removed a sandwich to eat. She did not move or make any effort to cover her exposed bosoms, and continued to breastfeed the baby, as if I did not exist. Her breasts were very fair, I could see the blue veins coursing through them and merging at the center (nipples). Her areole was rather large; her baby’s mouth could not fully cover it. The areole was a lighter shade of brown - nicely fitting with the overall color scheme. She continued to coo to her baby, as the child suckled, not paying attention to me staring at her breasts. At one point she switched breasts and instead of closing the blouse flap on the just nursed breast, she left it open while she opened the other side and positioned the baby.
This gave me an excellent view of the breast as it peeked out of the blouse. Her breasts were firm. Along with the large light brown areola, was a nipple of reddish-brown color, thick - probably around the size of the tip of my thumb. It may have turned reddish because of sucking. Once she had the baby positioned and he was contently nursing, she covered the exposed breasts with the flap of the blouse, but not making great effort to cover it well, leaving a large part of the flesh still exposed. I had been staring for quite a while and by this time she knew that I was transfixed. She asked me if I came to the foothills often, to which I replied that occasionally, I rode my bicycle, but seldom had I hiked. She then told me that she liked the peaceful surroundings of the mountains and liked to nurse here when her household chores were done. I offered her a sandwich, but she declined. However, she accepted when I offered her some fruit. Indigenous people do not like to eat junk, I guess. Then, suddenly, out of the blue she asked me if I liked watching her nurse. I was startled at that question but replied honestly that I really DID enjoy watching her doing that, and hesitatingly I confessed that I thought her breasts were very beautiful.
She then asked if I had ever tasted mother’s milk. So many memories came rushing back to me at her question. Flashes of me sucking Ma’s and Rachna’s breasts came to my mind. I replied that I sure have suckled my Mother’s breasts, when I was a child, but I no longer had any memories of it. She smiled, and removed the flap of her blouse, uncovering her breast and asked me to suckle, if I so wanted. Just like that! I was dumbfounded.
Not believing what she just said, I asked her if she was sure. She said yes, and because she produced a large volume of milk, so she did not mind doing it for me. She continued by saying that I seemed decent and harmless enough, so she was not afraid of me. I must be the luckiest bastard on the whole Earth that day, I thought. As I moved slowly toward her, I could feel my heart beating strongly. Sitting, I tried to take the lactating nipple in my mouth. Feeling her thick nipple fit inside my mouth was a heavenly feeling. I began to suck and felt the warm, watery, and almost sweet milk hit the back of my throat. She held my head as I nursed and softly spoke of how she had plenty of milk and to suckle all I wanted.
I was in my own world and as the milk came freely, I forgot all about the world! I nursed on that breast for what seemed like fifteen minutes, but really it would only have been five minutes. I looked up at her and she offered me the other breast which I gleefully took. I could not get enough of it but had to finally stop for the fear of someone showing up on the trail. She asked me whether I was finished and had my fill and assured me that I could continue suckling if I wanted. I told her thanks, but I would rather save it for another time. She expertly buttoned her blouse as she held the baby. I asked her where she lived but she declined to tell me. She held the baby in her arms and strolled off into the woods. I thought about following her but decided that the experience was not worth ruining.
So that was it - that was the best almost ‘sexual’ experience that I could manage before I graduated from the engineering college. It was such a precious experience that I did not want to ruin it by sharing it with my friends. I went to the mountain side many times later but did not find that woman. She must have been a goddess!
So, I did not stand a chance, when it came to college-time romance. People, who have attended or are attending engineering colleges, will attest to the fact that really good engineering colleges usually attract the worst lot, when it comes to the ‘attractive’ girls. Someone has rightly said that beauty and brains rarely go together. It might only be my limited observation… but four years of observation (total 7 observed batches) in a good engineering college must count for something.
Okay, before I digress too much from the topic at hand, one thing that I did ‘right’ during my college days, however, was to build my physique. I was extremely inspired by Arnold Schwarzenegger, having watched his numerous movies, and although I knew that I could never build like him, I was inspired to, and was able to develop a well sculpted and strong body… and with okay-ish face to go with it, I looked very presentable, and occasionally handsome. I still had no idea about how to dress sharply, something that my counterparts from big cities were able to do very well. I did not purchase my first pair of jeans till I started my first job. I mostly wore shirts and pants. You may remember those parallel pants that were a craze in early 90s. But you can not get amazing get-up in cheap clothes. Anyway, in addition to working out, I also focused on my social skills during college days, which helped me immensely as a human being. I participated in English debates, public speaking, and I also ran and won an election to work as student representative. All these things developed me as a man.
I was fortunate enough to attend an engineering college which was located close to mountains (please do not ask me the name of that college - privacy you know?). In the foothills there were trails that you could hike up and view the surrounding area. The college had a long-standing culture of adventure sports, cycling, rowing, trekking and the likes. As an integral part of my exercising regimen, I cycled a lot, especially on the hill side. That greatly helped in building the required strength and stamina, as well as shedding fat.
On one nice early winter Sunday, and I decided to do a double of cycling and hiking. I had the entire day to utilize as I did not have anything else to do. So, I simply wanted to enjoy the nicely cool weather, rather than wasting it away sleeping like many other boys. I had my breakfast very early in the morning, packed up my backpack with a few sandwiches from the mess, fruits, water & binoculars, and headed out.
It was a nice mild winter and I enjoyed cycling and later the climb to one secluded part of the hills that gave me a spectacular view of the valley. I pulled out my binoculars to view the scenery. Greenery and mist were the order of the day and the Sun light painted everything with golden color. I noticed that there were some other hikers in the area, but they were already leaving, and I swung my head around to see if I could catch their departure. What I caught, however, came as a surprise because it was the least likely place, I thought I would see something like that.
What I saw with my binoculars was a young mother contently nursing her infant. She was not very far away from where I was standing, so, I got a rather close look at her from my location. She was a local - I guessed she belonged to the Raji tribe; she was possibly in her mid-twenties. Raji people are known as the forest-dwellers and that could explain why she was there in the first place. However, nursing in open, was a new thing. She was wearing a blouse, buttons of which were completely undone, exposing fully her fair breasts. Should I add that her breasts were extremely beautiful! As I watched from my perch, I longed to be closer - to have a closer vista. I somehow dared a bit and decided that I would act as if I was hiking up the trail and stop close to her, to try my luck ogling her beautiful breasts. If she continued to nurse, I would have a good view. If she closed shop and left, I would be no worse off than I was. Overall, I had nothing to lose and everything to gain.
A fantastic gamble!
I put my binoculars in my backpack and proceeded quickly towards her so as not to miss any of the action and to add some realism to my planned rest stop. As I came upon her, I made sure she heard me coming, so she would not be startled. I took a deep breath and as I came beside her. I smiled and said ‘namaste’ (hello and salutation greeting in Hindi). I expected her to cover quickly at the minimum, or perhaps even bark obscenities at me at the worst. She did neither and instead, she replied decently to my greeting. I asked her whether I could sit near her, to which she did not object.
I took off my backpack, sat facing her and removed a sandwich to eat. She did not move or make any effort to cover her exposed bosoms, and continued to breastfeed the baby, as if I did not exist. Her breasts were very fair, I could see the blue veins coursing through them and merging at the center (nipples). Her areole was rather large; her baby’s mouth could not fully cover it. The areole was a lighter shade of brown - nicely fitting with the overall color scheme. She continued to coo to her baby, as the child suckled, not paying attention to me staring at her breasts. At one point she switched breasts and instead of closing the blouse flap on the just nursed breast, she left it open while she opened the other side and positioned the baby.
This gave me an excellent view of the breast as it peeked out of the blouse. Her breasts were firm. Along with the large light brown areola, was a nipple of reddish-brown color, thick - probably around the size of the tip of my thumb. It may have turned reddish because of sucking. Once she had the baby positioned and he was contently nursing, she covered the exposed breasts with the flap of the blouse, but not making great effort to cover it well, leaving a large part of the flesh still exposed. I had been staring for quite a while and by this time she knew that I was transfixed. She asked me if I came to the foothills often, to which I replied that occasionally, I rode my bicycle, but seldom had I hiked. She then told me that she liked the peaceful surroundings of the mountains and liked to nurse here when her household chores were done. I offered her a sandwich, but she declined. However, she accepted when I offered her some fruit. Indigenous people do not like to eat junk, I guess. Then, suddenly, out of the blue she asked me if I liked watching her nurse. I was startled at that question but replied honestly that I really DID enjoy watching her doing that, and hesitatingly I confessed that I thought her breasts were very beautiful.
She then asked if I had ever tasted mother’s milk. So many memories came rushing back to me at her question. Flashes of me sucking Ma’s and Rachna’s breasts came to my mind. I replied that I sure have suckled my Mother’s breasts, when I was a child, but I no longer had any memories of it. She smiled, and removed the flap of her blouse, uncovering her breast and asked me to suckle, if I so wanted. Just like that! I was dumbfounded.
Not believing what she just said, I asked her if she was sure. She said yes, and because she produced a large volume of milk, so she did not mind doing it for me. She continued by saying that I seemed decent and harmless enough, so she was not afraid of me. I must be the luckiest bastard on the whole Earth that day, I thought. As I moved slowly toward her, I could feel my heart beating strongly. Sitting, I tried to take the lactating nipple in my mouth. Feeling her thick nipple fit inside my mouth was a heavenly feeling. I began to suck and felt the warm, watery, and almost sweet milk hit the back of my throat. She held my head as I nursed and softly spoke of how she had plenty of milk and to suckle all I wanted.
I was in my own world and as the milk came freely, I forgot all about the world! I nursed on that breast for what seemed like fifteen minutes, but really it would only have been five minutes. I looked up at her and she offered me the other breast which I gleefully took. I could not get enough of it but had to finally stop for the fear of someone showing up on the trail. She asked me whether I was finished and had my fill and assured me that I could continue suckling if I wanted. I told her thanks, but I would rather save it for another time. She expertly buttoned her blouse as she held the baby. I asked her where she lived but she declined to tell me. She held the baby in her arms and strolled off into the woods. I thought about following her but decided that the experience was not worth ruining.
So that was it - that was the best almost ‘sexual’ experience that I could manage before I graduated from the engineering college. It was such a precious experience that I did not want to ruin it by sharing it with my friends. I went to the mountain side many times later but did not find that woman. She must have been a goddess!
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