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Someone is waiting to LOVE YOU...
Hi All,
This is my first submission to keralaerotica. I have found this site to be really hot and it does suit the mallu taste.
This is a confession about what happened during my last posting in an office. I worked for a developer (small time builder) and am into CAD. I happened to take up this job just for some hands-on experience before seeking some better jobs elsewhere in the country or abroad.
Ooops......... I forgot to introduce myself. Myself, Kannan aged 24, Male and average built, sporting a typical mallu moush. I had never paid any particular attention to my looks or appearance as most of the guys of my age do. But, a silent smile hid somewhere used to make me and the onlooking female colleagues feel good.
There were 3 female staff in the office; of which one lady aged 32 (Smitha – name changed) used to help with the designs and the other 2 ( aged between 21 & 24 – name changed) were handling accounts and admin section. Two of these young hotties (Anju & Jeena) really fascinated me. They always had some jokes set aside for them and the controlled bursts of laughter used to follow.(really annoying for me and the lady, Smitha). I sometimes used to feel that they might be cracking naughty jokes; and me, the only male in the office could be their target. I, at times used to check my fly (zipper) , to make sure that they were done properly. Smitha very often used to give them a feel of her mind as she found them really pesky. (ee pennungalkhu vattu undo; was what she used to say.) I never used to show any dissent as I did not wan't to ruin any chance screwing Jeena's ass or Anju's pussy. Jeena's ass was the best thing to see in the morning. Skin tight salwars……… and it was indeed a very good morning. Anju was prettier amongst the two and fairer too. Smitha, a married woman and a mother of two; was more conscious about her dressing than any of us there. She always seemed to have a variety of salwars and kameez's. I used to wonder where the moolah came from, to buy these. I always used to compliment her when she wore body hugging dresses. Hence she made it a point to opt only for body hugging one's that shows off her figure. I noticed this dressing change in her, ever since I started complimenting. Jeena did try to ape Smitha's dressing style…….. But quality dresses did make an impression and that seemed to elude Jeena. Anju was a bit cowardly and used to mess up when it came to dressing. Although it was the young pussies barging my evening hours, a change in Smitha's dressing on a Saturday morning, made her the best woman in thrissur for me to fuck. She had worn a saree. A saree can be really teasing outfit.
My peeks did not go un-noticed. She returned a smile, making sure that those pesky girls were busy chatting. The smile made me suspect that she wore the saree on purpose. I know her to be a married woman for 12 yrs and her hubby who had a company was always on the tour shuttling between Andhra & Kerala. Suspicions, thoughts and planning were racing in my mind. The sneak preview of the belly button and the thin saree draping her rounded ass made me a bit bold and my looks were getting naughtier by the moment.
I wanted her badly. So did she as her smiles seemed to say. Both of us did pop up some technical doubts every now & then to get closer to each other and to set aside any suspicions from the nutty girls. She used to come & stand in front of my table, bend a bit more to expose and ask silly doubts. I scribbled on a piece of paper as if explaining something……….. Can we do it in the lunch hr. when the girls are away? She nodded yes. Ten minutes later, the hunger ridden Jeena and anju went to the wash room which is at least 40 metres apart from the office. That means a valuable 10 mins……….. And not a single second to let go loose. The intimacy and frequent lusty moves and thoughts had made us both moist. I closed the door and moved towards her and was surprised to see her hold aloft her panty. How did she do it in a jiffy? Did she ever wear it? I smelled it and realised that she was more wet than me. I kept the panty in my pocket as a soverign for what was to come………cum.
A tight hug followed by a kiss was all needed, to declare that we were one. I lifted her saree to feel her bum round like a bun. Undid my fly & came out my tool stretching upwards. I made her incline towards the table and opted for the doggy style. My bitch obliged immediately to show off her trimmed pussy ( she had it all prepared). My dick though average sized was fat enough for her and she moaned slightly as I began the humping. The act was quick and the humping got even more faster. I gave her pussy no mercy and the humping sounds were loud and clear. Just 3 mins into the act and I filled her. Premature, it was; but really fulfilling and pussy filling for her. Her frown made it clear that she was not at all satisfied; but I asked her to let me go and to clean up the mess. She obliged and all she had to do was to let go of her saree and cover her nakedness. I jammed my undies by stuffing my cock in. I knew the smell of cum and the felled semen would be distinct and hence made quick use of the air freshener to kill all doubts. Click… the door opened and Jeena entered. Smitha took a deep breath as if to say ……… Oh my God…….are'nt we lucky. I knew I was the god here as a longer session of fuck could mean a loss of Job for me and Smitha could end-up with the term Whore.
So she was………. MY Whore. I went out to give her a call on her cell and said……. Raksha pettu alle? Pedikkenda….. Aarum onnum ariyatha reethiyil adutha thavana nammukku onnakaam. (Don't worry, we'll be one again some other time). She boldly replied OK.
I have fucked her on numerous occasions thereafter. The occasions were all made as they were hard to come by. We never missed a chance. Kisses were rampant every day. We were really careful to keep the affair a secret. She looked prettier with every passing day……. I guess she had fallen in love with me and her hormones were playing a good game to show it off. I too had unknowingly fallen for her……… a mother, a wife. Love can be really strange… We realised that our love making had indeed got better since we had this liking for each other. I tried anal several times with her. She disliked the idea at first. But seemed to like the variety. After every fuck, I used to lick her pussy and anus dry. I never did favour the condom. So she was on the Pill.
My lucky days did end with a job offer from a British Company in the gulf. Our hearts broke. But I had to live on.
Four months in the gulf saw a dearth in sms from her side. I wondered why? Every mode of communication seemed to dry out. My calls on her cell were never answered. I was very positive that she was in some trouble. So I asked my colleague who hailed from that place to check out at the office about smitha's whereabouts. I never disclosed anything to any of my friends and played it safe by asking my friend to fetch a copy of a dummy project designed by us. A week later he called me & passed on a shocking news……….
She was indeed a whore to some one else. The news took me sometime to recover.
What went wrong and where? And why?
Little did I realise that if she could forego her hubby, then why not me? But the cheated feeling still lingers and does bite. Was she craving for sex so badly? Or did she feel that if it is right outside marriage with me, then why not with someone else too. I dunno if I will approach her next month when I go on leave to thrissur. I still have the soverign (panty) with me. Should I, folks? I seem confused and in two minds………. Or should I courier her the panty? Why should I bother if anyone finds out at her hubby's place. I still am surprised as to how bold can she get in an orthodox society and in a town like thrissur? She must have fittingly nicknamed as keep by the neighbors.
Please send in your views and suggestions to natarajansuresh99@gmail.com.
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