It would have become a boring uphill walk, with my idiot husband, and another serious pair. At least those seven college students were enjoying the walk jumping around. I joined them in the process to climb a rock and jump down. Minutes later I realized I had become an object of enjoyment, at least for those seven guys. My husband was just interested in nature around. The other pair was almost lost in some other world. But these guys were all looking at what is getting exposed, each time I lift my leg to climb the rock. My pleated mini skirt used to show them my complete thighs including my panties. When I use to jump down, again my skirt use to fly high to repeat the show. Ravi kept objecting me that you would get hurt. I didn’t, but a few kilometer up hill, I got tired. This bunch of my friends, came to my assistance. They carried me on their back. Behind my braless top, my boobs were crushing on their back, while they use to enjoy lifting my round thighs in their hands. Each time a guy carry me for some distance, as a tip, I use to kiss them on their cheek. After some distance they bent down, asking me to sit on their shoulders. This time my thighs are tightly clutching their cheeks, while my pussy was pressing the back of their neck. Now guys are not happy with just a kiss on their cheek. They wanted more. I kissed on their lips. After some time two guys started carrying me. One holding my legs and another holding my arms like hunted animal. There was a competition to carry from my leg side. Now it is not only my thighs clutching their cheeks, they have beautiful view of my panties, with my lifted skirt. At the end I need to smooch them allowing them to press my boobs too.
Somehow we reached the resort. Ravi went and arranged rooms for those guys and the pair. We had our dinner and returned back to our room. I observed something seriously wrong with the other pair. Though tired I decided to walk out and check whether everything is alright with the other pair. My intuition was right, as I saw that guy was sitting outside in some remote corner of resort. Where had his girl gone. I walked up to him, putting my hands on his shoulder. He was literally crying. The girl was not ready to sleep with him. Yeah she rejected his fuck. Girls are always little difficult to understand. If she don’t want his company, why she came all this way. Some girls need the guys to be their lovers, as partners, but sorry no fucking, as though fucking is some dirty business. We Indian’s gave such a great position for fucking, that we turned the male and female genital organs into a shape and worship it with reverence. If god had done all the creation, we neither saw god, nor we know how he created. At least we know how we create babies. So the organs used to create are given the highest reverence. This is just my assumption. Sorry if I hurt your feelings. When my parents were saying God exists everywhere, I asked my papa, why do you worship your god in this specific shape which remind me our genitals. He called me devil and kicked me out of temple.
Sorry we deviated too much and topic became serious. Please abuse me if you consider I offended your feelings. You can order me to strip myself and run naked in street, or curse me to get fucked by 1000 guys. My intention of being here is just to share what happened with me, and my crazy thoughts and ideas in between.