Hello dear Literotica readers, its me Fardeen Khan with another great experience of mine. For new readers, let me give you my brief introduction, I m a 27 years old guy, 5feet 10 in height and have a good physique. I am from the city of lights, Karachi, Pakistan. I m a bachelor and currently working in MNC here in Karachi. Today, I m going to share a very unique but real sexual encounter with you all, well its unique and even unbelievable for me as I never ever think about such things are practically possible in the real life or so. Well I m not going into the details and you will get all these things shortly when you read the whole story so I m straight coming to the point.
This incident which I m going to share with you happened between my best friends sister and me on the night before Xmas. I had a good old buddy named Noman. We were best buddies when we used to study together in the same college some 8, 9 years back. Well I think I should tell you about his family in detail first. He had a quite small family, His Mom, Dad and his skinny little 10-year-old Kid sister Diya.
I used to go to Noman's place quite frequently, as his home was only few blocks away from mine and both of our families have quite good relationships. Diya also used to visit us very often and even once she saw me and my cousin Azra when we both were so busy in kissing each other on the roof of our home when suddenly she came there to check Azra's younger sister who was her friend. She was so much in shock but I managed to handle the situation and made her not to tell this to anyone but after that, Diya always used to look towards me quite strangely.
Anyway, Noman's family was a very modern, landlord Afghani family. His father was a very high ranked civil servant too and even at that time, they were very rich and his family was very much popular in Karachi's social circle. Noman and I were so close to each other and we share almost each and every thing together. Well then we sadly parted because as soon as we finished our College, he went to UK for higher Studies and we lost all contacts. I always recalled those golden days ever I used to see those college days photos but never found his clue again as after a year of his departure, his family moved to Islamabad and I myself moved to my separate place.
Then suddenly things changed last year when I went to a very famous IT exhibition hold in the very famous Expo center in Karachi. My few colleagues and I were busy watching different stalls when suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder and I heard a male voice. "Is it you Fardi?" I moved back and I saw that a very smart looking guy was standing behind me with puzzled face. A smile crept on my face and I couldn't stop my self literally shouting with joy. "NOMIIIIII," He was none other then but Noman, my best old buddy, he didn't changed a lot in those 8 years. Just put on a little weight, as he a teenager now. He looked like a real Afghani Pathan. We both looked into each other's eyes in disbelief for the next few moments and then we hugged each other.
I immediately excused my colleagues and then I asked Noman about his program. He said that he was staying in a hotel and will return to Islamabad next day. We went to his hotel first, he checked out, and then I brought him to my apartment and after getting easy, we started talking about our lives, our families and almost every stuff. In between I asked him " oye Nomi, woh choti si roni shakal wali Diya ka kya haal hay? Woh theek hue ya abhi bhi waise he choti choti baton per roti hay" he smiled mysteriously and said, "Nahi yaara, She has grown up and changed a lot, I m sure you wont be able to recognize her when you will see her." I said O reallyyyy, and then we went busy in other talks.
He told me that he did MBA from UK and then he came back 2 years ago and now settled with his parents and working in a foreign bank and still a bachelor. We talked till late night and then we went to sleep, next day he flew away to Islamabad.
On 19th of December, I got his phone call from Islamabad; he said that he wanted to invite me to in his birthday. I said I will try but he insisted me and so I made my mind to go there, as I knew it would be a real fun as I still remembered their western style parties.
I took one-week leave from my office and went to Islamabad. It was 24th of December. I reached there at his place. His huge palace like house was so beautiful and elegantly decorated. His servant guided me to a separate room arranged for me upstairs. I took shower and then after getting ready around 9 PM, I went downstairs into the main hall. The atmosphere in the hall was really cool with around 50 plus mostly young people and moreover there were more girls than guys.
I met Noman and handed him the gifts I brought for him and then I met his Mom and Dad. They immediately recognized me and after having few formal words, I moved with him to meet his friends and colleagues. It was quite a modern elite class party as almost all the young females were in western style dresses and the Alcohol was also been served quite freely. Noman offered me a drink but as I don't drink so I apologized him. After some time, he excused me and went to receive his other colleagues and senior officers. I was standing alone right in front of the DJ.
Suddenly I felt a whispering female voice near me, " May I know who you are Mr...?" The accent was pure American and the voice was sweet like honey. I turned around and got stunned, because I just saw the fairy. No doubt, that girl was not less then a fairy. She was looking very sexy in her black Spighatti top partially exposing her black lacy bra and a micro black skirt! She was around 5 feet, off course not at all tall, but she had a figure like Venus with milky white and a bit pink complexion and beautifully dyed blonde hairs. Her big brown eyes were little hazel as She was also drunk a little bit. She looked quite familiar and within seconds a flash sparked in my mind. She was Diya. Noman's "little masoom Shakal wali sister". But I agreed to what Noman said last time. She had changed a lot and looked like a perfect example of Afghani beauty.