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Someone is waiting to LOVE YOU...
It was a warm summer evening on a Saturday while I was sprawled out on the sofa in the living room surfing television channels. With boredom eating into me and the warm air filling into my living room my thoughts pondered on where to go out in the evening for dinner and to spend some time entertaining myself. It then occurred to me to go down to the neighborhood mall and do some lil shopping for myself and maybe walk into the food court area and dine there or pick up some food and bring it home. Being a forced bachelor for more than a week now, it certainly was upsetting my food habits and my libido too.
I got up and walked over to my bedroom and took off my T-shirt and shorts. Then went over to the wardrobe, picked up the bath towel and wrapped it around me as I slipped off my underwear and got into the bathroom. Once in the bathroom I took a close look at my one day old stubble and decided to have a quick shave. Shave done I took off my towel and hung it on the hook and then looked at myself in the full length mirror. For my early 30s I was built, quite fair, slightly hairy where required and fairly well hung where it mattered the most. I found myself running my hands over myself and then on to my peter who winced when I ran my fingers over the glans. My thoughts briefly went over my missing out on some serious bedroom action as I walked away from the mirror and stood under the shower.
My ablutions done I got into a pair of jeans and a half shirt, sprayed my favorite deo, put on my sneakers and walked out into the breezy warm Mumbai evening. The mall was just half a kilometer away so I decided to tread it out rather than driving down with my car. The street was bustling with traffic near the mall with a private security guard outside the mall lazily trying to control the vehicle inflow and exit into and from the mall. For an evening at the mall I noticed that people were just coming into the mall as it was just about 6:15 pm. Some to do window shopping, some to seriously shop, some for the movies, some for an early dinner and some like me to generally spend some time and take in some visual treats.
I walked over from one shop to another gazing through individual shop windows on the neat array of clothes, shoes, men’s wear, sarees, salwars, music shops, laptops, tablets and the likes. It certainly helps to display your wares all so layed out prim and proper, shiny and colorful. Checked a few price tags in a couple of shops wherever the wares caught my attention, spent some time in a watch store checking out on the latest models and then drifted into one of the life style stores. This store certainly displayed every household item you ever require and if love to live in style. I wandered through the leather section into the perfume section and tried on a couple of scents. The salesman was all gaga about some of his products and showing me a whole variety of woody and spicy perfumes when I told him I loved those scents. It was then that I happened to spot this lovely woman in one of the mirrors and I turned back to give her a second look.
She seemed in her 30s dressed in a off-white cotton frilly top with puffed shoulders and a skirt extending slightly below her knees which was figure hugging and a brown clutch purse under her left arms. She was quietly but meticulously going through the handbag section. She had permed shoulder length hair held together by a black clip. The hair had traces of burgundy. Nails polished in a dark maroon color and so were her toe nails. A 2 inch heel made her look about 5’8” tall and a figure to carry it off. Her cotton top certainly hid at least a 36 something bosom with a slim waist and a neat yet amply curvy bottom. A great looker is not what you would call her but her slightly dusky complexion, chiseled facial features and dressing sense exuded a very vivacious, confident and sexually attractive.
“Sir, sir, how about this one? It’s the latest from Vengarri, its Italian….” and he broke off. It was the salesman trying to draw my attention back to him and his perfumes. Oh yes! I said half interested in his perfume now. Then just to be decent with him I tried a couple of perfumes more and picked up a light spicy flavor for an occasional evening. As I turned to walk away from the perfume section I noticed that the lady from the handbag section had moved away someplace else.
I just continued on to the menswear at the distal end of the store through the women wear section. Boards indicated mix-n-match, dupattas, salwars, kurtis on the left and a western wear section of jeans, skirts, tops etc on the right. At the far end of the western wear area was the lingerie display. Though it was an area avoided by most men you could notice them stealing an occasional glance to look at some of the sexually appealing brassieres, nightie’s and chemise’s. I was no different and went by appreciating a few see through bras and a light pink see through nighty which didn’t seem full length and it had a pull over as an accessory. Just something for a raunchy evening I thought as I passed on to the gents wear.
A couple of T-shirts, a formal shirt dumped in my shopping bag I took time off to try a jean. Just as I walked out of the trial room after trying on the jean was when I again noticed the lady in the cotton top holding a salwar to both ends of her shoulders checking for size. I put the jean in my hands into the shopping bag and slowly walked to the salwar section where she was and tried to look at some salwars. Passing by her I noticed that she looked more beautiful than what I had seen her earlier from the perfume store. Her top had a wide square cut and on her flawless neck lay a thin gold chain with a pendant which seemed like tourmaline.
I kept generally picking up one dress after another with my eyes all the time on her when a sales attendant came by to assist me select. She asked me “gift for your wife Sir??” and I sheepishly yet a lit loudly said “yes, yes, for my wife. Mind helping me choose. I am not sure of the dress material”. The attendant was more than keen to help considering all those ladies who keep pestering them for all kinds of designs and sizes. I would have been a more impressionable customer. “What’s her figure like?” asked the sale girl. I looked around half talking to her yet trying to figure out my wife’s height and built to match and then as if from the blue looked over at the lady in the summer top and said “her size” almost pointing at her. Coincidentally she happened to look over to where me and the sales attendant were standing and noticed my pointing at her and saw a look of amusement in her eyes.
The attendant smiled at me went over to the area where the lady in the cotton top was standing and said “Those sizes are available here, choose from here”. I certainly found my heart beating a wee bit faster as I walked over to where she was standing and started fiddling and checking the salwars. I could feel her close to me and smell her sweet perfume which though mild was entrancing. As I pondered on which salwar to pick up with one eye trying to check on the lovely lady I noticed that she was not particularly interested in any dress and actually seemed to be whiling away her time looking from one dress to another. I picked up one salwar and turned to where the sales girl was standing and asked loud as to what material this dress was…. and noticed that the attendant was not around. Just then I heard a voice behind me say “its Khadi cotton”. I turned around to see that it was my lady in the summer top. She had a mild smile on her face and repeated again “its Khadi cotton”. “Oh, oh ok aaah..ahh I wasn’t sure. Its times like this… when I realize how much I know about my wife’s dresses.” Her smile widened. Oh she certainly was beautiful.
“Well maybe you should get your wife along when you shop for her” she retorted as she moved over to check another dress. “I should have”, I said, “just that she is out of town”. I was not sure whether she heard it or just ignored it and seemed to check the neck line of a dress she had picked up. I guessed that she had just been polite earlier and moved on to see some more dresses.
“Maybe she would like this”. I turned back to see her with a peacock blue salwar with a thin gold neck lining and a flayed bottom. I stood looking at her for a couple of seconds before I could muster some words to put into a sentence. “Oh yes, this looks great, am sure my wife would love it. Sorry to bother you” I said in fake remorse.
“Oh that’s ok, I liked it, and you were anyway looking for something to gift your wife, so I thought I could suggest this”
“Nice of you, I like it too. Thanks a lot.”
“Pleasure” she said and walked away towards the western wear. Just when I seemed to have managed to strike up a conversation, the trail already seemed cold. Left with my shopping bag and a salwar in hand I trudged on back into the men’s. Tried on a few blazers, sifted through some ties before picking up a couple of them. With my shopping bag half full I walked towards the billing counter. 5 billing counters and all of them had queues. I was assessing which line is the shortest when I saw my lovely lady standing in one of the queues. Wasting no time I moved on quickly to the line in which she was standing looking into the bag that I was holding as if trying to look for something lost or important. Mindlessly I counted the no of items in the bag and then looked over to the counter when I noticed her looking back towards me.
“Through with your shopping” she asked. “Kind off. How about you?” I asked.
“Oh nothing in particular, just came here to spend some time” she said with a wider smile this time.
“Same here, but ended up blowing a few thousands”.
“Hmmm… hope you picked the salwar I gave you!”
“Oh I certainly did, you sure have a good choice…. in clothes” I said almost looking half way down from her top to her skirt.
And then we had a general banter for some more time till we reached the counter for billing. The girl at the counter emptied the contents of her shopping bag on to the table. Out fell a pair of shoes, a dupatta, a nail polish and …. the same pink see through nighty that I had seen on the lingerie section. I almost had a wicked smile on my lips and was immediately trying to visualize in my mind as to how she would look in it. During this while she was actually talking to me and the girl at the counter announced her bill. She fished out a credit card from her purse and gave it to the girl. Just then I got a chance to put in my purchase on the next billing counter. As my purchase was getting billed I saw her credit card lying on the cash counter. ‘Revathi Sharma’ it read. Oh, so that her name I told myself. I had almost finished paying off for my purchase when I noticed that she was having some problem with her credit card. She seemed to be arguing with the counter sales man that the card should not have any problem and it had cash. I immediately offer to pick the bill to which she refused. After a few more tries she picked out another credit card from her purse and handed it over to the counter clerk. This time it worked.
I kind of waited for her and at the same time trying to fiddle around with my purchase as if to show that there was something inside it what was more concerning. Just as she finished with her billing she turned around noticed me and said “Oh, I thought you left”.
“Did you want me to?” I retorted half jokingly, half wanting to know her mind.
She did not say anything but just gave me a smile. “So where do you live” she asked. I gave her the details of my address as though I was expecting someone to drop a few million dollars free over to my house. “How about you? Where do you live” I asked. She said she lived a few blocks behind my house. So that meant we stay pretty close to each other. As we walked out of the mall we spoke about our town and traffic and credit card companies and their swindling ways. Just as we seemed to be walking out of the mall, I popped to her. “ How about some coffee?” She pondered over it for a few moments and said “All right, just a coffee.”
We went over to the food court and I surreptitiously looked for a quiet corner where it was not too distracting and where we could not be overheard much. As we reached the table I went over to her side and pulled out the chair for her to sit as she lowered herself straightened out her skirt under her derriere and thighs before sitting down. She looked at me with an expression of “Do men still do it” and said “Thank you”. I kind of showed that it was natural and asked her, her choice of coffee. She wanted a cold coffee and me a regular so I went over to the stall to pick it up.
As we discussed general things over coffee our discussions got more and more personal. She asked about my wife who was out of station and what I eat, do I cook or eat from outside, my likes, dislikes, passions, hobbies etc. I realized about her that she was a working Finance professional on a temporary sabbatical, her husband was away in the US on an assignment, did not have kids yet, parents came from a well to do business family, she loved the outdoors especially the mountains, had a keen interest in glass painting, loved to cook and yes loved clothes and to spend time in the parlor treating herself to spas and other rejuvenating therapies. She seemed fun loving yet reserved and broad minded yet conservative to avoid being branded western.
From there our topic went on to our college lives and flings and dates and how we met our individual spouses. As we were on the topic of spouses we talked about cheating on our spouses and whether its ethical or non ethical. However me not wanting to delve into ethicality of relations I just retorted that it is up to individuals and their personal choices and not something to be forced on you. It also takes into account the leverage and trust that you give your spouses. She then asked me whether I ever had a fling outside marriage. I wanted to lie but then I told myself, what the hell as if she will believe me if I tell her that I have not bedded a woman after marriage. I said yes I have been into a relation before but it was very short lived. “How about you?” I asked her. “Yes” pat came the reply. “I used to date my ex-boyfriend after I got married, but then it was getting too emotionally taxing, so we decided to break up again.”
What the heck, I was trying to be decent and look at her, how open she is about her relations. Good that I said the truth, I told myself. “So, are you alone quite often after your taking up your sabbatical?” I enquired. “Why, do you plan to make my lonely days more interesting?” she asked with half a naughty smile. “Oh, I just asked “, I said, nothing in particular… Before I completed she said “Yes, I have been alone off late, since my hubby has got elevated in his profession and his travel has increased quite a bit. But yes he does ensure he makes up when he is back.”
“That’s nice of him” I said kind of distantly. What was in my mind…..I thought.
“How do you like your women……? The question came suddenly with a very quizzical look.
“In flesh and blood” I retorted.
“Don’t you like clothes on them”
“I do but just enough to make me inquisitive as to what’s below it, ha ha”.. I said trying to be bold yet play it down.
“Oh so you love them to be all scantily dressed I suppose”.
“At least in private” I said.
“Are you a romantic?”
“Am a Libran, you can guess as much” I said.
“Am not too much into astrology” she said.
“Maybe you should read up a lil” I said.
“How about you, are you a romantic? I asked. “Oh, I love it mushy when in a mood and love it to last…..” she trailed off.
She looked at her watch and realized it was already past 8:00 pm. We should leave, she said. “How about you, planning to shop more”. “No way, am done for today” I said.
We got up, and walked towards the escalator. As we were going to the parking I realized that I had not brought my car. As I explained it to her I told her that I would see her off at her car. She got into her Corolla, lowered her driver’s side windshield and asked.”What’s your name? Sorry I didn’t ask you earlier”. Vikram Ranjan, I said. “Sorry and what’s your?”. Revathi Sharma.
“Nice Meeting you Revathi.”
“Same here”.
“Alright, bye take care and see you around”.
“You too, I said”.
Her car moved away slowly towards the building exit. I too walked towards the exit. Well, there she goes I thought. It was a nice evening and an interesting discussion. If not anything, at least she would be a good friend. Not that I was not hoping for more but then maybe she is not interested, maybe she is not my type, maybe she considers some things sin, maybe she is too devoted to him, maybe she does not want to upset me, maybe… I heard car tyres screech.
I noticed that it was her car with the brake lights on. And then I saw a hand waving out from the car towards me. I walked towards the car a lil faster though I did not want to show it. When I reached near her car window, she looked up at me and asked “What are you going to have for dinner tonight?” I had totally forgotten about it. I was supposed to eat out at the mall or take some parcel home. Geez, how dumb, I said to myself.
“Oops, I forgot to pick up my dinner. Maybe I should go back and fetch some. Thanks, nice of you to ask”.
“Mind having dinner with me”
“Where?” I enquired actually puzzled.
“How about my place, 10 o’clock.”
Wouldn’t that be late, won’t someone see me there, will her neighbors not bitch about it, what if her husband finds out, what if my wife finds out, what if.. what iffff.. Oh what the heck.!!
“Are you sure”.
“Oh yes, Please do. I’ll have some dinner ready for you. Do you like scotch or wine?”
“Scotch”.
Do come over she said, gave me her address and left.
Did something hit me, or was it just a dream. I pinched myself twice. She was beautiful, sexy, smart, vivacious and yet down to earth. Well, well, it just going to be dinner! Don’t think too much between the lines I told myself. I’ll have dinner, come home, drown a couple of pegs more and hit the bed. Tomorrow is a Sunday. I can get up late.
I realized I was rushing home. Went into the bedroom, dumped the shopping on the bed and then walked into bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and told myself. You look ok today. I examined my chin for traces of stubble, I had just shaved before leaving. Still, I ran the razor to clear some teeny weeny bits, put on some aftershave. Do I have to change my clothes. Its alright. I changed by shirt for another one, sprayed some Ferrari men’s sport perfume. Hmm… I hope she likes it. As if she is going to be over me. Don’t fantasize too much. Guess I couldn’t wait. Time seemed to be going so slow. At quarter past 9:00 I got into my car and drove over to the florist in our lane. Oops not our lane, what if ….. I took a detour to find another florist. What would she like I pondered. Oh well, as long as it’s a bouquet, it looks good and does not smell awful. Picked up a medium sized bouquet mostly with roses and a few chrysanthemums in between nicely placed in a woven bamboo basket with a ribbon on the handle. Was I overdoing this. It’s just a dinner, just a dinner, relax.
I reached her place quarter past ten. The street had independent bungalows in a line. I got out of the car opened the gate drove into the driveway and went back to close the gate. That done in the moonlight light and from the light shining from one of the rooms on the first floor I noticed that Revathi’s house had a nicely manicured garden. There was a mild smell of Rajnigandha flowers in the air mixed with some jasmine. I walked towards the main door and rang the bell. Surprisingly the porch light was not on. Wasn’t she expecting me, was she at home, was the invite just being nice to me, should I have refused the invite politely, was I piling on her goodwill, was I…
The latch inside the door made a noise and the door opened. “Hi, nice to see you, again. Come on in”. She stood behind the door with it partly opened. I looked at the room inside, it was softly lit with lamps hung from the wall and a chandelier in the center with the bulb voltages turned low and a sunken sitting area. “Come in” she said again. Oh Yes. I stepped past the threshold and into the living room. I heard the door click shut behind me and I turned to look at her.
My heart skipped a beat. Here she was Revathi, dressed in a see through light blue silk saree with a thin black crusted border. Her shoulders were bare leaving me to wonder where her blouse was. She had a crushed cotton drape twisted between her breasts covering her beautiful mounds and tied at the back like the Indian princesses used to wear. Her skin seemed silky smooth, lush hair left open, dangling earrings, and glossy maroon lipstick with the lip lined. I was staring at her cleavage all so wide eyed, not a word said. She wore an expensive slim watch on her left hand. Oh and she surely was wearing heels.
“How do I look?” she asked.
“Uh..ah.. oh.. Damn sec…. good, really good, nice…’.
“Good, nice .. what? Don’t I look sexy & hot?”
“UUffffff… You look absolutely stunning, and damn hot and ya.. sexy, very sexy”.
“That’s good, I thought my dressing up was a waste… whatever I have dressed in…. ha ha.”
In that saree tied snuggly around her, her breasts showed their real size. I was right, It was more than 36 something. Her hips shown from the sides playing hide and seek with the border of her saree. I suddenly realized a throb in my pants. Gosh, this lady knows to tease.
“I heard you loved your women scantily dress, at least in private… isn’t it”
“Yes, I sure do”.
She came close to me caught my hands and lead me towards the sofa asking me to be seated. Oh, her perfume was too enticing, in fact everything about her.
“Now stop staring and tell me what would you like to drink”
What do you have I asked. “How about Scotch as you said”.
She walked over to a small bar in the corner of the room picked out a foreign brand liquor. “Small or large” she enquired.
“Just a small, with 3 cubes of ice. What about you”.
“I enjoy wine”.
I bent over to the center table and picked up the TV remote, and switched on the TV. Surfed a bit and stopped at one of the news channels. Nothing for this mood, I thought to myself. I surfed over to a music channel and left it there.
Switch of the TV, I heard her say. I’ll put music for you. I looked around and saw that the living room had wall mounted speakers. Revathi went over to a counter in the hall and put on a piano instrumental. She sure knew the mood.
She came back holding a tray with my whiskey and her wine and some snacks. I was picking up the glass of whiskey from the tray and noticed that the central portion of the saree hung from her shoulders come aloof from her body, her cleavage was closed to my face and the hip was visible.
“Like it” she asked naughtily.
“I sure do”.
“Hmmmm…”
I picked up my glass of whiskey and she kept the remaining tray on the table, picked up her glass of wine and came close to me and raised her glass for a toast. “Cheers, I said, to your health, wealth and prosperity”.
We got into small talk over the drink and then went for another round. This time around I went for a little stiffer shot. All along as we spoke she sat next to me on the sofa with one leg curled on the sofa and the other dangling down. We chatted about our childhood our youth and some bit of professional life. All along it took a great deal of effort from my end to keep my eyes off her mounds and her lips.
“yess yes you know how colleagues and bosses are in the office. Never leave a chance to put you down. Its part of corporate life but then its interesting too and …”
Why can’t I just hold her and kiss her, how dumb. She has invited you home, looking her sexiest best and you are bantering about corporate life. Gut it. Go on get close..
“Would you like another peg”. She had finished hers. “ok a small, please”
As she went over to the bar counter I turned to look at her. As she passed me and stood against a light coming from the other side I was looking at her back. The crushed cotton drape holding her breasts tied at her back, a flawless back, lovely hips, a plump butt you could hold it for ages.. and … hey, she was not wearing anything under the saree. Ufff.. Her legs were visible through the diaphanous saree material.
Was she not wearing a panty too????
Just before she turned to come back I looked away. Revathi came back with both the glasses.
“Liked the sight”.
“How did you know I was looking?”.
“I could feel your eyes on my back, ha ha”.
She kept my whiskey on the table and hers too and sat back on the sofa. No words said, we looked at each other for some time. I moved my hands towards her face and cupped her cheeks and ears and pulled her face towards me. I saw her lower her eyes for the first time. She knew when to be coy. I moved towards her and brought my lips near her. She was warm all over and I could feel a slight shudder in her body. I brushed my lips on hers and felt her hot breath on my upper lip. I moved from her lips to her cheeks and kissed her there and then on her left ear. I kissed her ear slowly, and ran my fingers through her hair as she too gave a quick peck on my cheeks. A mild nip on her ear lobe increased her breathing a little more faster.
I came back slowly to her lips this time brushing it a little more harder as I pushed my tongue out between her lips to open them. As soon as she felt my tongue on her lips she opened her lips and held on to my lower lips almost biting into them. Our kiss got more and more intense as we searched each other with our tongues to get more of each other.
My hands had left her hair and face and was running along her back feeling her sensuous back. Every time I ran my hands along her lower back she would straighten up with the feel and kiss me harder. Her hands too ran all along my back and my neck and down to my butt. All along she had her eyes closed and never left my lips.
Her saree’s pallu fell off her left shoulder.
My hands were now feeling both her bare shoulders and her arms. I turned her around still kissing her and lay her on my lap. Her head lay on my right thigh. I pushed her pallu further down her body and felt her tummy. My fingers stopped longer when I found her navel and every time I plucked her navel with my left hand she would jerk. Once when I caught the side of her hips and rubbed over down to her back she jerked and her lips slipped off mine. She looked into my eyes and blushed and kissed me again.
Now she lay on the sofa with her legs on the sofa handle and her head on my thighs. She watched me as I slowly ran my hands all over her tummy, her back, the side of her thighs and then up her sides to her neck. She closed her eyes in ecstasy every time that tingle ran through her body. She the caught my hand and slowly led it up to her right breast.
“Don’t you like a my breasts?”.
“Good things are kept for the last” I said.
She guided my hands over her breasts, first on one and then the other. “Do you like the feel over the crushed cotton? Do you like this idea for a blouse? Instead of a bra or blouse or anything!”
“I sure do dear. Its really a good tease. ”
My excitement was increasing with her action of running my hands over her breasts. I inserted my fingers between the material holding her breasts. My finger touched her nipple and she contorted. I held her close and felt her nipple again. Her body tightened again. She lunged at me and kissed me and kept her hand on my hand restricting movement. I slowly relaxed her hand and slipped away the material covering her breasts. Her breasts were big and lovely pink nipples sticking out almost half an inch. She sure was enjoying every bit. Her nipples stood erect and taut. I bend over to lick her right nipple and breast and before I knew she had pushed her breast into my mouth and she was hugging my head hard to her body. When she thought she had enough on one for now she moved my head to the other breast. Her breasts were lush, succulent and soft, soft, soft to touch. As much as she could not let me go off her breasts, I did not want to stop sucking them, turn by turn.
I crushed them, knead them bit them, licked them teased them, clubbed them and licked them and then did it all over again. She kept arching her back up towards me and pushing her breasts more and more into me. I then took turns kissing her nipples and then her lips and her tummy and then her breasts. As I kept doing this I noticed that her saree had run up her thighs. She had a blemish free thigh smooth and silky all the way up. I now ran my hands over her thighs and down to her feet. And then back up to almost her honey pot where the saree was all huddled up. I buckled her legs and kissed her thighs, first one and then the other. I could see here lashing her head around with ecstasy and then I chanced upon her crotch.
She did not have a panty on!
I held her butt in my hands lifted her hip and planted a hard kiss on her crotch and then turned back and kissed her lips. She went wild. She gets off the sofa and makes me stand up to take off my T-shirt. Then she squats down and opens my jean and pulls it down to the floor. My penis was throbbing in my undies. As I remove the jean and shoes off my legs she runs her hand over the undies feeling my penis and then feeling my butt. As soon as I am off with my jean she held me close and kissed my penis over my undies as she holds on to my butt. She runs her lips along the length of my erect penis again and again and then gave a small bite at the tip. My penis was all hard and hurting with pleasure. She ran her fingers along the rim of the underwear’s elastic and slowly pulled it down. Now she has my glans in view and she kissed it softly as she rolled down my underwear below my butt to my knees and off my legs.
She then moved back her head and stared hard at my penis. “I love him, isn’t he handsome” she says. And in a swift motion she held my penis with both hands and then brought her lips over to him. She teases the tip with her tongue and slowly wets the foreskin. She then opens her mouth held my foreskin tight with her mouth and slips it behind to expose my glans. “He is pink, isn’t he”. She licks the base and the top and the side and then slips my penis into her mouth. Slowly first and then she tries to take my whole dick into her mouth. She keeps it there for a while and then releases it. My dick is now all wet and full of her saliva. She pushes me on to the sofa and gives me a head. Oh, I couldn’t see or hear anything. This was pure pleasure.
As her head bobbed up and down on my dick I felt the mercury rise in my scrotal sacs. I didn’t want to loose it so soon but I let her play her expert tongue over my now taut dick. As she sucked and gave me head, I bent over to hold her breasts in my hands. I cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples, kissed her head and then the nape of her neck. It was such a good feeling having her head in between my legs with my dick in her mouth and her boobs in my hands.
As she licked I moved my hands down her back to her derriere still entrapped in the saree. I held the bottom of her butt and slowly pulled her two arse cheeks apart. I noticed her open her legs a little more to allow me to do that. She looked up at me and held her lips up to kiss and I kissed her deep feeling her saliva all over my mouth. She got back to sucking my dick.
“Do you want to suck me dry?”
“No I want you to spurt in me”.
I got her to stand up now and slowly loosed her saree of her. As the last stitch fell off her she stood in all her glory. Those nipples all so erect on her breasts, an almost flat tummy with a light paunch, a trimmed crotch, silky smooth hands and legs, high heels and dangling earrings. She stood there watching me look all over her and asked. “Like my body?”
“Like???? It was an understatement. I am mad about your body”.
I turned her around to see her lovely rounded butt. It was soft and jiggly, smooth with goose pimples when I cupped them. I kissed each half turn by turn and knead them till them till they turned red. Then she turned around as I dug my face into her crotch. Mmmmmhhhh she was smelling sex. Her crotch was wet with a little flow on to her thighs. Come sit I said. She turned around and sat on me with my dick kissing her crotch from below. I cupped her breasts with my hands and held her close to my chest. As I plucked and knead her breasts and nipples she slowly rubbed her crotch on my dick. She the held my dick in her hands and masturbated it intermittently and rubbed it between her vulva. As she rubbed her vulva with my penis she suddenly closed her legs and crushed my dick in between lifted her hand and cupped my hands which were holding her breasts. Her eyes were closed and she was taking deep breaths. She was enjoying the moment.
She rubbed her vulva on my dick for quite some time as she seemed to be really getting a heady feel. I slowly slipped her off my thighs and lay her on the sofa as I moved my dick over her into her mouth. Then I dug my mouth into her now throbbing cunt and tongue fucked her. I liked her fleshy lobes and bit her clitoris. Her cunt was all so wet and squishy. Every time I dipped my tongue into her wet cunt she she would hold my dick tightly in her mouth without any movement. It was pleasure at its best.
“I want you in me Vikram, please, I want you in me”
I got up and made her sit on the sofa with her legs extending outside as I knelt on the floor between her legs. My dick now lined up with her wet cunt and I slowly rubbed the tip on her fleshy vulva. She put her head back on the sofa and closed her eyes.
‘Put in into me; give it to me, please, please, pl…”
Before she finished those words I rammed my dick into her cunt, first half the way and then the full length and kept it there. She let out a scream of joy and hugged me crushing her mounds into my chest.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me hard” she screamed.
And then I gave it to her hard and regular. I slowly and steadily increased the tempo. The room was full of her moans and mine. Beads of sweat rolled down our bodies mixing with each other. I could now feel her first contractions of an orgasm as I felt her warm cunt fluids. I kept going at her steadily banging into her harder and harder every time. She now had her second orgasm and yet not finished. She cringed and dug her nails into my back. I felt her cunt walls tightening around my throbbing dick as I felt my wave of orgasm rolling out. Feeling me shudder she said..
“Let’s cum together baby, lets…”
For a few moments I was blinded as my orgasm came high and heavy. I squirted in her with each contraction of my dick and scrotal sacs. Her cunt held me hard as she too came for the third time. We were clinging to each other as if for dear life. We never knew how long we held on to each other with our eyes closed and hearts thumping heavily.
From what seemed like an eternity we opened our eyes and looked into each other’s eyes, our bodies were still connected though by our organs. Her hair was all disheveled, sweat glinting like pearls on her beautiful face and a look of longing in her eyes. We didn’t want to let each other go.
Suddenly we were disturbed by the clock striking one at night. “That was the best fuck I ever had” she said. “Same here” I said. “I wish it lasted for ever”.
We slowly got up from our positions and she led me towards the bathroom to freshen up. We stood under the shower washing each other, lathering each other and then cleaning it off. She took time to again wash my dick by first sucking it off, lathering it and masturbating it till I came again for a second time. Just as I held on to the wall holding myself and letting my cum release she took my dick in her mouth and held it till my last drop of cum was swallowed and m dick went limp. Then she washed me again took out a towel and dried me off. I took turns after that to wipe water off her kissing her lips and boobs again as I wiped her. I then draped the towel around me and walked back into the living room. She went over to her bedroom saying she would be back in a while.
As I sat in the living room going over a magazine she came back. My, my, she was wearing the same pink transparent nighty that she had brought at the mall….
This night wasn’t going to end….
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