02-12-2025, 10:56 PM
## Update 153 B: A Scare, a Hug, and a Wet Sari (Avi and Mona)
I stood there, furious with myself for missing the sight of Mona's gaand. Since I couldn't see Mona's gaand, what could I do now? I resolved to show Mona my lund instead. At least she would be happy seeing it, and that would be a step toward my goal.
*If I gave it some thought, I knew I could convince Mona to have sex within one minute. All I had to do was say the words "store house," and she would instantly understand that I knew everything about her past secret encounters with other men. But first, let me show her my lund once, I decided. Mona was the kind of girl whose choot would instantly become wet as soon as she saw a large, hard lund. Who knows? Water might come out from many places on her body just from the sight of it.*
*What am I doing?* I chastised myself. *I'm wasting precious time thinking again!* Mona was already coming back into the clearing. I had to do whatever I wanted to do quickly before she reached me. I unzipped my pants and took my lund out, starting to pee against a tree. My lund had gotten hard while I was thinking about Mona's gaand. It’s difficult to pee with a hard lund; it takes time for the urine to come out, which was an advantage for me. Mona could look at my lund for a longer time. I positioned myself so that Mona would see my lund from the side, a slightly more dramatic view, rather than straight on.
Mona walked toward me, stopping about eight or ten steps away, and immediately fixed her gaze on my exposed lund. Mona was looking at my lund with wide, stunned eyes. She was visibly shocked to see the size and thickness of my lund. Looking at Mona's face, it seemed like this was the first time Mona had seen a lund this long and thick. Mona's eyes became slightly bloodshot from the sudden intoxication of lust. Her throat looked dry, and she couldn't speak, completely mesmerized. Mona was staring at my lund without blinking. Her hand automatically went to her choot from above her clothes. As soon as her fingers brushed her choot, she quickly snatched her hand away, embarrassed.
*Maybe her choot got wet,* I thought, a surge of power running through me. *And the wetness from her choot went through her panty, wet her petticoat, and even reached her sari.* *Can so much water really come out?* Maybe it can, I decided. I was focused on peeing, and Mona was lost in staring at my lund.
We were both lost in our own private worlds when we suddenly heard a tremendous crash—two monkeys had tumbled out of the tree directly behind Mona and landed with a thud. We both jumped in shock and terror. When I looked at the monkeys, my fear immediately vanished, but Mona was so frightened she looked ready to faint. The monkeys had fallen right behind her! As soon as the sound hit her, Mona screamed, ran straight toward me, and violently hugged me.
Mona had hugged me so tightly that I could feel the sheer panic emanating from her. The way she clung to me showed exactly how terrified she was. I wanted to separate Mona from me because I was still peeing, but she was not ready to let go. She was simply hugging me out of pure, animal fear. Even if it was only out of fear, Mona had thrown herself into my arms. I started taking advantage of the situation immediately. I also hugged Mona tightly. Mona's soft breasts were pressed hard against my chest, flattened entirely by the pressure.
Mona's hands were gripping my back, but my hands were immediately all over her gaand. I started caressing and kneading Mona's gaand intensely. I was enjoying myself thoroughly while caressing Mona's gaand. Mona was scared out of her wits, and I was having the time of my life. We both completely ignored the monkeys. After a moment, the monkeys' frightened chattering stopped as they ran away. Mona also realized the threat was gone. But Mona didn't separate from me. She was too busy enjoying the intense massage on her gaand. After a brief, delicious moment, I had to separate Mona from me forcefully.
I had completely forgotten one crucial detail: I was still peeing. When Mona hugged me, I was still relieving myself. I hadn't finished peeing yet! While I felt incredible when Mona suddenly hugged me, my lund started hurting later. It wasn't the initial hug that hurt, but as Mona moved slightly to enjoy the gaand massage, my exposed lund started rubbing painfully against the metal zipper of my jeans. Because of that sharp pain, I had to pull Mona away from me.
My lund had gone completely soft from the pain and the interruption. My jeans were soaked with pee. If my jeans were wet, then Mona's sari should also be wet, I realized. I looked down at Mona. She was staring at her sari, which was wet with my urine. Mona looked up at me with an unreadable expression and started quickly adjusting her sari. I also started fixing my jeans. Luckily, my black jeans were only very slightly wet, and the dark color hid the moisture easily. I first put my lund back inside and zipped up. Then I stepped toward Mona.
"This part of your sari is completely wet," I stated, touching the damp cloth.
"Yes," Mona replied, her face looking stressed.
"But how did it get wet like that?" I asked, feigning innocence.
"What do you mean 'how'?" Mona said, glaring at me. "You did it! You wet my whole sari. Now let's go from here immediately."
"Just like that?" I asked, stopping her exit.
"Yes, come on, let's go quickly," she urged, trying to move past me.
"We can't go anywhere like this," I said, blocking her path.
"Why not?" she asked, confused.
"You don't understand, Mona," I said seriously. "If we walk out now in these wet clothes, people will immediately think that we were doing something wrong and inappropriate out here."
"I didn't think about that implication," Mona admitted, her fear growing. "Now what should we possibly do?"
"We'll have to stay right here until your sari dries completely," I reasoned.
"But it won't dry just sitting here, especially under the trees," she said, wringing her hands.
"Now you think about what we should do," I said, putting the responsibility back on her. "How can we dry the sari faster?"
She looked around frantically, then back at me. "You look the other way, Avi," she said softly.
"Why do I need to look away?" I asked, playing dumb.
"If I keep the sari on, how will it dry?" she explained, frustration creeping in. "I'll have to take it off completely and spread it out."
"Okay," I said, turning my back to her immediately. "I’ll look the other way completely. You take off your sari and put it out to dry in the sunlight."
Mona quickly started taking off her sari behind me. She spread the wet sari on the ground where there was a patch of weak sunlight filtering through the trees.
"Are you finished getting decent?" I asked after a moment.
"Yes," she confirmed. "But don't turn around yet, please."
"Okay," I said. "You sit over there. I'll sit here with my face turned the other way until you're dry."
"Okay," she replied.
We sat under the tree. There was a distance of about seven or eight steps between me and Mona. We sat quietly for a while, the silence broken only by the sound of insects. The tension was thick, but I finally broke the silence and started talking.
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I stood there, furious with myself for missing the sight of Mona's gaand. Since I couldn't see Mona's gaand, what could I do now? I resolved to show Mona my lund instead. At least she would be happy seeing it, and that would be a step toward my goal.
*If I gave it some thought, I knew I could convince Mona to have sex within one minute. All I had to do was say the words "store house," and she would instantly understand that I knew everything about her past secret encounters with other men. But first, let me show her my lund once, I decided. Mona was the kind of girl whose choot would instantly become wet as soon as she saw a large, hard lund. Who knows? Water might come out from many places on her body just from the sight of it.*
*What am I doing?* I chastised myself. *I'm wasting precious time thinking again!* Mona was already coming back into the clearing. I had to do whatever I wanted to do quickly before she reached me. I unzipped my pants and took my lund out, starting to pee against a tree. My lund had gotten hard while I was thinking about Mona's gaand. It’s difficult to pee with a hard lund; it takes time for the urine to come out, which was an advantage for me. Mona could look at my lund for a longer time. I positioned myself so that Mona would see my lund from the side, a slightly more dramatic view, rather than straight on.
Mona walked toward me, stopping about eight or ten steps away, and immediately fixed her gaze on my exposed lund. Mona was looking at my lund with wide, stunned eyes. She was visibly shocked to see the size and thickness of my lund. Looking at Mona's face, it seemed like this was the first time Mona had seen a lund this long and thick. Mona's eyes became slightly bloodshot from the sudden intoxication of lust. Her throat looked dry, and she couldn't speak, completely mesmerized. Mona was staring at my lund without blinking. Her hand automatically went to her choot from above her clothes. As soon as her fingers brushed her choot, she quickly snatched her hand away, embarrassed.
*Maybe her choot got wet,* I thought, a surge of power running through me. *And the wetness from her choot went through her panty, wet her petticoat, and even reached her sari.* *Can so much water really come out?* Maybe it can, I decided. I was focused on peeing, and Mona was lost in staring at my lund.
We were both lost in our own private worlds when we suddenly heard a tremendous crash—two monkeys had tumbled out of the tree directly behind Mona and landed with a thud. We both jumped in shock and terror. When I looked at the monkeys, my fear immediately vanished, but Mona was so frightened she looked ready to faint. The monkeys had fallen right behind her! As soon as the sound hit her, Mona screamed, ran straight toward me, and violently hugged me.
Mona had hugged me so tightly that I could feel the sheer panic emanating from her. The way she clung to me showed exactly how terrified she was. I wanted to separate Mona from me because I was still peeing, but she was not ready to let go. She was simply hugging me out of pure, animal fear. Even if it was only out of fear, Mona had thrown herself into my arms. I started taking advantage of the situation immediately. I also hugged Mona tightly. Mona's soft breasts were pressed hard against my chest, flattened entirely by the pressure.
Mona's hands were gripping my back, but my hands were immediately all over her gaand. I started caressing and kneading Mona's gaand intensely. I was enjoying myself thoroughly while caressing Mona's gaand. Mona was scared out of her wits, and I was having the time of my life. We both completely ignored the monkeys. After a moment, the monkeys' frightened chattering stopped as they ran away. Mona also realized the threat was gone. But Mona didn't separate from me. She was too busy enjoying the intense massage on her gaand. After a brief, delicious moment, I had to separate Mona from me forcefully.
I had completely forgotten one crucial detail: I was still peeing. When Mona hugged me, I was still relieving myself. I hadn't finished peeing yet! While I felt incredible when Mona suddenly hugged me, my lund started hurting later. It wasn't the initial hug that hurt, but as Mona moved slightly to enjoy the gaand massage, my exposed lund started rubbing painfully against the metal zipper of my jeans. Because of that sharp pain, I had to pull Mona away from me.
My lund had gone completely soft from the pain and the interruption. My jeans were soaked with pee. If my jeans were wet, then Mona's sari should also be wet, I realized. I looked down at Mona. She was staring at her sari, which was wet with my urine. Mona looked up at me with an unreadable expression and started quickly adjusting her sari. I also started fixing my jeans. Luckily, my black jeans were only very slightly wet, and the dark color hid the moisture easily. I first put my lund back inside and zipped up. Then I stepped toward Mona.
"This part of your sari is completely wet," I stated, touching the damp cloth.
"Yes," Mona replied, her face looking stressed.
"But how did it get wet like that?" I asked, feigning innocence.
"What do you mean 'how'?" Mona said, glaring at me. "You did it! You wet my whole sari. Now let's go from here immediately."
"Just like that?" I asked, stopping her exit.
"Yes, come on, let's go quickly," she urged, trying to move past me.
"We can't go anywhere like this," I said, blocking her path.
"Why not?" she asked, confused.
"You don't understand, Mona," I said seriously. "If we walk out now in these wet clothes, people will immediately think that we were doing something wrong and inappropriate out here."
"I didn't think about that implication," Mona admitted, her fear growing. "Now what should we possibly do?"
"We'll have to stay right here until your sari dries completely," I reasoned.
"But it won't dry just sitting here, especially under the trees," she said, wringing her hands.
"Now you think about what we should do," I said, putting the responsibility back on her. "How can we dry the sari faster?"
She looked around frantically, then back at me. "You look the other way, Avi," she said softly.
"Why do I need to look away?" I asked, playing dumb.
"If I keep the sari on, how will it dry?" she explained, frustration creeping in. "I'll have to take it off completely and spread it out."
"Okay," I said, turning my back to her immediately. "I’ll look the other way completely. You take off your sari and put it out to dry in the sunlight."
Mona quickly started taking off her sari behind me. She spread the wet sari on the ground where there was a patch of weak sunlight filtering through the trees.
"Are you finished getting decent?" I asked after a moment.
"Yes," she confirmed. "But don't turn around yet, please."
"Okay," I said. "You sit over there. I'll sit here with my face turned the other way until you're dry."
"Okay," she replied.
We sat under the tree. There was a distance of about seven or eight steps between me and Mona. We sat quietly for a while, the silence broken only by the sound of insects. The tension was thick, but I finally broke the silence and started talking.
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