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Someone is waiting to LOVE YOU...
Hi
I am not a regular visitor of the site; but occasionally look at some stories.
When I read one story, I thought of rewriting it as I felt that the SITUATION CREATION for the INCIDENT could have been better. I also felt that when people are using female names for writing, it is better that the writing should also feel feminine.
I know that writing is an art and erotic writing is all the more difficult. In my younger days, I happened to read some parts of a serial story - "Poornima Paranja Kathakal" in" Malayalanadu" weekly by Inrajith. That was class.
My only experience is writing some stories occasionally for my wife.
I repeat, I am not a writer.
I have just tried re-writing a story named "Lessons from my Boss Wife". I have not elaborated much on the erotic parts.
Please look at this.
On that eventful Saturday, an urgent business appointment for my boss was fixed for the next morning at Mumbai. Boss got his ticket for 4pm flight. I was given the charge of preparing the necessary files for his appointment. As he had to pack up for the travel, my boss left for home by 12noon. The files were not ready yet. So he instructed me to complete the files as fast as I can and take it to his home. I completed the work by 1pm, got the printouts, had a quick lunch and left office at 1.30. It was a 20 minuts journey by bus followed by 10 minuts walk to boss’s residence. I got the bus all right; but the problem began 10 minuts later. It suddenly started raining heavily. After getting down from the bus, I looked for an auto. But due to the sudden rains, all autos were gone. I waited for five minuts; still no luck. It was getting late; boss had to leave for airport by 2.15 at least. So I decided to walk. Even though I had an umbrella, the rain was so heavy that I was getting wet. More importantly, I was finding it difficult to keep the files from getting wet. But I could not afford to let the files soak in rainwater. It was about a multi-crore project. I half folded the umbrella and kept the file safely in it and walked through the rains. My mobile was ringing continuously. I knew it was from my boss, but I couldn’t even reply to that. By 2.10, I reached boss’s house. By that time I was totally drenched in the rains. My boss anxiously looked at the files and seeing that it was safe, an approving smile surfaced on his face.
“Hey, thank you for bringing the files safely in this rain. I will certainly remember your services”. He then called his wife. “Sheela, she is all wet, give her something to dry herself and give her some hot tea, will you?”
“Oh sure dear; I will take care of her. It’s getting late for you. Happy journey and best wishes”.
Sheela Madam gave me a turkey towel and went to the kitchen to make tea. By the time she came back with steaming tea, I was trying in vain to dry myself. It was impossible as my whole dress was dripping wet.
“You drink this first and then I will give you something to change”; madam said.
The tea was really welcome at this juncture. I had started shivering from cold. After I completed the tea, madam took me by hand and led to the spacious bath room. Then she went and bolted the front door and came back with a nighty for me.
Sheela madam is 48; but looks in the mid-thirties only. She looks after her body and maintains her curvature very well. Something in her makes you admire her beauty and sensuousness. We, the female staff in the office often admire her beauty with jealousy. I have overheard some male colleagues making sexy comments on her. Madam came to the bathroom and took the turkey from me.
“Come on give me the turkey. I shall dry you. Remove your top, it is soaked”.
I removed the top, facing away from her. I was a bit nervous. She first dried my hair and my back and then made me turn around. My pink bra was only able to contain about 50% of my breasts and the wetness had made it even more sexy. She was looking at my body approvingly.
She put her hands behind me and un-hooked my bra. My breasts were actually touching her body while she was removing the bra.
“Hey you have beautiful breasts”, she said with a mischievous wink of her eyelids.
In the pretext of drying me, she was now pressing my breasts with the turkey. My breathing was getting faster and so was hers. Suddenly, she hugged me and started kissing my cheeks and lips and breasts. My body was anticipating this, so I too responded with passion.
“Remove your jeans, its dripping wet”.
Actually I was dripping inside by this time.
She helped me to undress. The pink panties also came down along. By this time she also removed her house coat, bra and panties.
Even though I was only 22, I should admit she looked sexier than me.
She took me to the bedroom and upon reaching near the giant sized bed; she pushed me into the bed and climbing on top of me, started kissing me from top to bottom. She took my lower lip into her mouth and sucked on it. Her hand was playing with my nipple. She then moved down slowly, kissing my jaws and my neck before reaching the breasts. She first planted soft kisses all around the breasts, without touching the nipples. Then her tongue started playing with the nipples simultaneously. The slow progress she was making was actually driving me crazy. My whole body was aching to be touched and caressed by her. Suddenly, she took my whole left breast into her mouth and started sucking it furiously. Meanwhile, her left hand was playing with my right breast. I was climbing the steps into heaven.
“Oh! Madam, please don’t stop; suck me and eat me. It’s lovely”
After a while, her lips started to move further down. By the time, her lips reached my pussy, it was flowing like a wild stream.
Oh my god, look at the first real sexual experience in my life. I couldn’t have asked for more.
Sheela madam explored the outer parts of my vagina with her hands and lips.
“Lovely” she said, half to herself.
Her tongue slowly began its explorations inside my pussy. I was floating like a feather with joy. She was now thrusting her tongue deeply into my pussy, deflowering it for the first time. Occasionally she would chew the vaginal lips and suck it into her mouth. My fingers were now traversing through her hair and I was actually pushing her head into my pussy.
Suddenly, I could feel a strange sensation building in me. I was pulling her head even more hardly and I was shouting “faster, harder -----“. In a couple of minuts, an electrifying sensation ran through my whole body; it lasted for a few seconds. I have no words to describe the sensations; but with this mind shattering orgasm that I had only known from some of my friend’s descriptions, I knew that my whole life has changed for good.
“How did you like it?” asked Sheela Madam.
“Thanks madam. I had never enjoyed like this in my life. I never knew sex is so much enjoyable. Thanks a lot.”
After about half an hour, we had another round. This time madam made me do to her, whatever she had done for me.
Incidentally, she made me call my hostel and say that I would be staying with her on that day. She rang up the maid servant (who had gone home to take her dress for the night) and said that she need not come for the night.
Sheela madam was not having active sex life for several years as boss was always busy with business matters.
We never slept in the night.
Now I occasionally stay with her when my boss goes on tour.
You need not publish this (but you are free to if you want) but I am writing this so that your scrutiny can be more effective. Of cource, there are a lot of very good stories also, so dont think that I am not satisfied with all the stories.
with regards
J
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Original story written by : meenakshiabhilash@ibibo.com
Re-written by : jforjuicy123@hotmail.com
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