An Indian mature woman experiences her wild first time.
Once upon a time, I joined a few colleagues from work for a farewell party. They were all recent graduates, and I'd supervised them during their time at the company. I'm a married Indian woman from a conservative family, with two kids, now living in a western country. Although I'd take pride in my drinking capabilities, I had to drive home later on, but the free drinks provided by the company at this small-scale gathering weren't enough to draw a big crowd.
I felt the temptation to join my former employees for a night of drinks anyway. The event was sparse, yet these post-university students invited me along, and I was their manager at work. They're called Ryan, Theo, Scott, Natalie, and Chloe.
Despite my better judgment, I couldn't stop myself from having a few drinks. The thought of retaining my status and keeping up with them at the game was tempting. However, I hit my limit. As I realized this, I told the group about my preference to drink water or other non-alcoholic drinks from then on. They teased me for being a 'wuss.' I was challenged to drinking games, but I lost every round. I naively thought I was a cut above the rest. Nonetheless, we walked back to their rented apartment together. Ryan, Theo, and Scott walked next to Natalie, Chloe, and me.
Back at the apartment, everyone settled on the sofa, and Ryan played some music. He dimmed the lights, leaving only illumination from the lamps next to our seating area. The mood was light-hearted and casual as we discussed work-related topics. Despite feeling out of place, I remained seated observing their ease. Growing up in a conservative Indian family, having fun or letting loose wasn't something I was accustomed to.
The responsibility and maturity I portrayed as their boss had left a lasting impression on them. They laughed about how tough of a boss I was, mentioning that I was more of a strict mom. They wanted to see me as a more carefree person, one who could enjoy herself a bit more.
As the night went on, they proposed a game of "truth or dare." At first, we only played the truth part, but it soon turned into dirtier dares - including dancing with underwear on and doing so together. I watched in awe as Ryan, Natalie, Chloe, and the others took their turns. When it was my turn again, they suggested I show off my cleavage. Despite reservations, I felt more at ease when Chloe and Nat joined in. I undid my blouse, exposing my 'push-up bra.' My self-consciousness buried beneath the compliments praising my appearance; they said my skin glowed and that I was a 'hot' woman.
After that game, the rest of the evening was filled with dares. Someone 'dared' to strip down to their underwear, scream, and dance sexually. When it was my turn again, I decided to remove only my top, making sure my bra stayed in place, and my clear, defined collarbone was visible. I could hear appreciative comments about how they adored my body. One questioned whether I'd previously done risque things in the past since I was married. The remarks made me frown but decided not to say anything, content with switching it back to someone else's turn. They ultimately pressed forward when I avoided talking about my past. I was slightly nervous for my next turn.
After a while, one of my friends mentioned trying some marijuana. I doubt they were planning to get smashed, but perhaps they assumed it would help me lighten up a bit. Being a marijuana virgin, I hesitated initially. However, seeing them all having a great time, I decided to join in. They handed me a joint and I took a drag. The taste was harsh and aggressive, leaving a burning sensation in my throat. I coughed uncontrollably and they all cheered at my discomfort. I could sense their delight in tormenting me a little more, taunting me for my struggles.
Almost instantaneously, I could feel the effects taking hold on me. My thoughts became sluggish, and my body felt heavy and relaxed. I lost all inhibitions and couldn't stop cackling at their jokes. They noticed my sudden change of attitude and aggravated the situation. They claimed I was acting like a frisky teenager now and joked about futile means of management. Deep down, I felt vulnerable and shamed, but at the same time, I unmistakably started losing control over my own self. I couldn't help but feel intoxicated and intoxicated by the mix of alcohol and weed.
As the night progressed, my willingness to indulge in their games increased. I didn't care about appearing prudish or old-fashioned. I wanted them to see me as "fun" like they were. While everyone else was in their basic undies, I was still wearing my formal skirt. Since it was my turn to perform, they dared me to dance to a Bollywood tune and remove my skirt to it. Despite feeling a halfhearted uneasiness, I decided to give it a try. I got up and swayed my hips and arms while singing, eventually scaling down to go topless. The crowd cheered and teased, and the experience boosted my confidence.
The girls, victorious, next challenged the guys to strip off completely. The guys were shocked but agreed to do it. Slowly, they took off their boxer shorts, leaving them exposed and vulnerable. I observed with mixed feelings. One part of my mind was appalled, but another was excited to behold these hunks' bodies. I was surprised that a bare male body would appeal to me so much. It was new to me, something I'm not used to. Despite wrestling with shame and embarrassment, I couldn't help but admire their bodies. It felt weird and exhilarating.
To take this game to the next level, the girls dared the guys to get naked. The guys were incredulous but complied in the end. One by one, they took off their underwear and stood there, their bare skins exposed. My heart raced when I saw their rock-solid bodies, feeling an assortment of excitement, embarrassment, and daring. I didn't anticipate myself partaking in such mundane games, but somehow, I felt a profound turnaround. I took interest in examining their bodies: their tats, their sculpted chests, their defined abs and biceps, and the undeniable magnetic energy. I started to appreciate being the object of their lustful gazes as if paying back age-old debts. In an instant, I was single and surrounded by naked men. I knew I couldn't escape, but I didn't want to. I felt comfortable being a sexual object for once, surrounded by all that masculine energy. The thought of being gawked at by young, attractive men was incredibly arousing. I felt empowered, as if defying societal constraints and finally owning my sexuality.
The females then decided to play a game of Spin the Bottle. We formed a circle and sat down. I remained baffled by this game. Eventually, I picked up the rules when Chloe spun the bottle and it pointed at Theo. They had to kiss, as per the Spin the Bottle ritual. Then, it was Scott's time, and he and Theo had to kiss once again, despite their unwillingly compliance. When it was my turn, I closed my eyes and waited for the bottle to stop twirling. When it finally did, it was pointing at Ryan. I stood up, my chest rising and falling furiously, and walked over to him. He leaned in and gave me a tender kiss, sending me into a frenzy. Unbelievably, I found myself kissing another man with only underwear draped around his waist. Cheers erupted around me on my accomplishment.
I sensed that Ryan lingered a little more than the others did. All three of them had given me a lustful glance at our workplace once, so I knew he'd been holding back. The game carried on. Scott managed to get me next, so it was his turn to kiss me. I found myself amused as I witnessed him creep towards me while naked, attempting to lock lips with me. I couldn't help but notice his cock flopping around as he ascended. He wasn't just kissing me; he had his hand pressed against my breast, giving it a quick fondle over my bra. This caught me off guard. I looked up to see him grinning at me, enjoying his deed. I turned beet red and immediately looked away. I hoped none of them saw what just happened. However, it was too late. They were all watching me intently, waiting for my reaction. I couldn't help but feel mortified, but there was nothing I could do. I forced a laugh, but it just made matters worse.
"It's unfair that Scott got to touch your breasts while kissing," Ryan expressed, grabbing my other breast as I knelt forward. I shoved him away, exclaiming "Stop it!" but he persisted. "I'm jealous of Scott," he added with a mischievous grin. This only encouraged the guys to laugh even more. I panicked, knowing their boss's boundaries had been crossed. I made an attempt to act cool and casual, but it was evident that they were just trying to have a bit of fun.
As I sat back in our circle, I noticed Theo casting a lustful glance at my body. It was evident that he was waiting for his upcoming move.
The following round brought the bottle to Theo's turn. Until then, he hadn't had the chance to kiss any women. He walked over and smooched me. He tested my tongue with his, then slipped his tongue into my mouth. I inhaled sharply in disbelief. His hands found their way to my cleavage, holding my right breast. I was stunned by his impulse but couldn't break away from the kiss. It was my first good one - it ignited a feeling deep inside of me. He ended the kiss and winked, whispering, "Enjoyed that, didn't you?" I felt regretful for falling for something so carnal.
Chloe suddenly interrupted, "This game is boring. Let's play something else." She requested that Ryan, Scott, and Theo form a line in front of me. I panicked, wondering what on earth she was planning. "Measure their lengths," she instructed, "but use fingers only." I was terrified and mortified about the prospect of measuring a man's dick with my hands. Despite my awkward stance, I tentatively began touching the head of Theo's cock, avoiding touching it directly. It felt surreal as I tentatively held my hands near another man's penis. I experienced a mixture of curiosity, fear, and excitement. The girls made me aware that I was inaccurate and should attempt to measure the length and girth, rank them, and compare. My cheeks flushed. None had talked about rating men that way before, but it piqued my interest. I carefully grazed his shaft, marvelling at its size and firmness.
He leaked precum, dribbling on my fingers. I decided to skip to Ryan. His uncut cock was so much larger. I was struck by the difference in size between them. It had a larger diameter than Theo's. I nervously touched it, feeling the heat and hardness against my palms. I felt his heartbeat vibrating within, and I caught a whiff of his musky scent. I was surprised by the lack of hygiene - it was different from what I had been used to by women.
I turned to Scott, feeling pressure to proceed. The thought of feeling his penis rent me worried.
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