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Someone is waiting to LOVE YOU...
Hi friends, you must have got my introduction from my earlier stories published in this site.
“Mrs. and Mr. Jairaj, please go in” the attendant announced.
As I pushed the door of the lady doctor’s consulting chamber ushering my wife inside, I was expecting to meet an elderly gynaecologist. I had a pleasant surprise when a young lady, not more than 30 years greeted us and offered seats in front of her.
She was very fair, tall and of course beautiful in any dimensions. Excepting for a white over-coat she wore and a stethoscope she hung over her shoulders, she looked like a model. Her smiling face was charming and radiant.
Initial introductions over, I explained the purpose of our visit for check-up of my wife who was two-and-half months pregnant. It was her first pregnancy and the doctor smilingly congratulated us for entering into parenthood. From our decent appearance and gentle talk in English language, she understood we belonged to educated elite class, usually a small percentage of patients she had to treat in that industrial area. After examining, she said everything was fine with my wife and advised us to visit every month for check-up of her unless any problem cropped in between.
She was impressed when I made several queries to gain knowledge on health care, food, rest, exercise, sexual relationship during pregnancy, precautions, etc. about an expecting lady. She gave more time than she usually spent with other patients to educate us on all these aspects. I must say we struck a nice chord of friendship in the first meeting itself. We even exchanged phone numbers and she called me first to enquire about my wife. Though I was curious, but I checked my interest to shoot any personal questions about her.
That was the beginning of step number one.
She found everything fine with my wife’s pregnancy in the next visit also. After check up, we spent a little more time in chatting. She even entertained us offering cold drinks. While knowing each other’s intellectual pursuits, I told about my interest in psychology in sexology. Though being a doctor, she could not understand what I meant. Then I explained my hobby to study the sexual behaviour of contemporary youths and the surveys I conducted to collect statistical data on the subject. This really aroused interest in her. As there was a long queue of patients waiting for consultation, she requested me to find it possible to call on her any day after 12.30 in the noon before she usually leaves for lunch so that we could have a tete-a-tete leisurely to discuss the subject.
That was the beginning of step number two.
Though she called me on phone after a week or so, I had forgotten about her as I could only remember her for my wife’s visit for the next check-up. But exactly eighteen days after our last meeting, I was coming back attending an official job when I needed to pass through her place. Suddenly I remembered her. My wrist-watch showed the time 12.37 PM. She might have gone for lunch, yet I decided to go and look.
As I approached her chamber, I found her coming out of it. We smiled and greeted each other and went to her chamber. She phoned her house to tell she would be late for lunch by an hour. She formally invited me to join her for lunch but I thankfully refused. Then we talked a lot. She was showing more interest to know about my studies and surveys than obliging me to impart knowledge on gynaecology and obstetrics. I carefully noted the ploy she adopted to tactfully turn the topic on the art of sex and lovemaking. So, we spent nearly fifteen minutes to discuss it.
It was at this time she posed a surprise question to me: “Tell me, Jairaj, which is the thing that you like to do the most in foreplay or for that matter your wife wants you to do to her and she enjoys the most?”
I coughed purposely and cleared my throat in an obvious gesture of hesitation. She knew it, smiled and encouraged me to reply without feeling any shy or shame. It was not that I had not discussed those things with a lady before but I was taken unawares with this sudden embarrassing question.
“Well doctor.......” I started.
She interrupted me suddenly. “Call me Swapna, if you don’t mind” she said smilingly.
I returned her smile and said: “Well Swapna, apart from other amorous things, I concentrate and spend a lot of time in oral sex”.
As I stopped here, she prompted me: “Will you please explain?”
It embarrassed me further. The term ‘oral sex’ was sufficient for a person with basic knowledge and education to understand, not to speak of a gynaecologist. Yet she wanted me to explain! ‘Did I see a tickle of desire brightened in her eyes?’ I wondered.
“Well it goes like this” I started. “After initial foreplays consisting of hugging, kissing, squeezing, licking and sucking the various erotic spots on the upper body, I move to her pussy. My mouthing the pussy consists in sequence of kissing and licking all over followed by the same actions on her clitoris and vaginal orifice. Then I shoot my tongue into her tunnel, twist, probe and lick inside. Then I enjoy sucking her warm pussy juice”.
“How much time you devote for oral sex?” she asked inquisitively.
“Not less than 20 minutes. 30 minutes on an average basis” I replied.
She asked: “Does she suck your penis?”
“Of course, she does. We engaged in oral sex alternatively and later simultaneously also”. I said.
“What sort of pleasures you derive?” she asked. This time I could notice the unmistakable desire or lust glowing in her eyes.
I laughed and said: “Oh..that is inexplicable, I mean, difficult to describe in words. One has to experience it by himself/herself to understand it”.
There was silence for sometime as she remained looking at the picture of a baby in a calendar hung on the wall. Though I have not looked at her face intently, I decided to give a probing look. It was at this time I could see faintly a little vermilion on her forehead on the dividing line of her hairs. That was a sign of her being married.
So, I decided to shed my inhibition and to shoot my first personal question at her: “Swapna, I suppose you are married. Have not you indulged in these pleasures?”
She released a deep sigh and said in a disappointing note: “Yeah, I am married alright. He is in the States (USA). No, I never experienced these pleasures. Any way, we are heading for divorce. So, please don’t ask me more questions about it”.
I said I was sorry and kept silent. We seemed to have reached a dead end. As I thought of taking leave from her, she said more to herself than to me: “Sometimes I wish if I could enjoy these pleasures, at least once”.
I stood up and said “That is your choice”.
We shook hands. As I wished to withdraw my hand, I found her still holding it tightly. Then looking straight to my eyes, she said: “Can I make you my choice if a suitable opportunity comes?”
I felt an earthquake below my feet. I only know how I said “Sure, my pleasure too”. She thanked me for my positive response and assured to call on phone. I nodded my approval. As we said goodbye and I walked towards my car, my mind was suddenly filled with her picture. I wondered how it would be in bed with her.
That was the beginning of step number three.
After a week, I got a call from her and we talked a little amorously. This was followed by another call four days later. I won’t stretch it far, on the morning of the sixth day I got the third call. And the most inevitable happened. She requested me to find it possible to meet her in her house the next day at 1.30 PM, preferably after my lunch. I thanked her and said she could expect my reaching in time.
Her house, as per address given earlier, was about 2 KM away from her chamber. It was a good bungalow. She opened the door as soon as I called the bell. She wore a light yellow colour sari and matching blouse. She was apparently in a hurry to let me in and close the door. Before I could greet her, I saw her looking towards the lane on the left side. Instead of looking at the direction she had looked, I eyed around the drawing room to see she had already closed the windows and drawn the curtains. Otherwise too, people around there used to take an afternoon nap after their lunch till about 4.30 PM.
She bolted the front door from inside. Then she pulled me by arm and led to the left window. She opened the curtain and the window by a few inches and asked me to look outside at the lane near her house. And, she kept her face close to mine to join to gaze out. I had wondered if somebody was watching us. But what I saw really made me amused and laugh. I saw a street-dog mounted on a bitch holding her back tightly clasped with the forelegs and fucking her in a crouching manner. The dog was fucking so deeply and repeatedly as if to send its entire body into the bitch’s vagina. I watched Swapna enjoying the scene merrily.
“Do you want our mating this way?” I whispered into her left ear.
She answered: “Sure, but with a difference. I want to dominate but not out in the open”
We laughed. I said: “Your pleasure. I would love it too”
She led me straight to her bedroom. She showed a prescription to be given to me to show I called on her for consultation just in case an unexpected visitor or patient suddenly turned up. I smiled to see she had taken care of everything. I enquired if there was no other member in the house. She said she was alone for next four hours or so and there was nothing for us to bother about.
Sitting side by side on her bed, without wasting a single second, she went straight to the subject: “Jai, would you mind to give me pleasures of oral sex? To be very frank, I am thriving to feel it which I have never experienced in my life so far”.
“Sure, my pleasure” I said.
As I wished to make her nude, she said no to remove the clothes. I wondered if we could do it in an enjoyable manner with the clothes on, but I did not insist to. May be, she was taking her guards. She pulled up her sari and petticoat up to her waist. Her fair and beautifully shaped nude legs and thighs came in view. Her legs looked very sexy indeed! As I rightly guessed, she was not wearing panties. Still sitting on the bed keeping her legs hanging down, I made her lay across the bed on her back. I sat on my knees on the floor sitting between her legs. Then I raised her legs and spread them as wide as possible. Involuntarily I licked my lips when I saw her cleanly-shaven pussy.
Her pussy was big and beautifully shaped alright. I ran my right hand caressing the deep narrow valley several times. The touch of my hand made her jerk the buttocks a little. While rubbing the pussy up, I used a little pressure to divide her pussy lips and massage on the clitoris. Yeah, it was giving her pleasurable sensations.
Keeping my hands on either side of her thighs, I brought my face on to her love-triangle. Then I pressed my lips very hard on her pussy in a hot kiss. She moaned softly. It was followed by rains of kisses on every millimeter of the pussy from bottom to top. I brought my hands and spread the pussy lips revealing the slightly red parts inside. Before I made my first kiss on her open hole, I placed my nose on the orifice of her tunnel and took a deep breath. Though there was a little urine smell, but I felt it as an aroma. Thereafter, I began to lick her entire pussy from bottom to top several times. I kept my tongue tightly pressed on her pussy and kept it moving up and down repeatedly similar to the way one mops the floor with a cloth. Her moans became a little louder now.
Still keeping her pussy lips spread, I played with her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. By the way she writhed in pleasures and moaned, I knew she was getting titillations. I did that for nearly five minutes. Then, suddenly, I took her whole clitoris in to my mouth and sucked it very hard. “Huuuiiiiiiiii......” she hooted. Between sucking, I often bit and chewed her clitoris painlessly with my teeth. This continued for another five minutes or so.
By this time, her pussy has become very hot and wet. I found it drenched in her juices. When I looked at her reddish hole, I found it palpitating and pulsating. I inserted the middle finger into her tunnel and stretched inside to make room for my tongue. Then I carefully shot my tongue into the cave. It found its ways through thick oily juices. Once inside, I rotated it as much as possible and probed. “Ohh...Maaaa........” she yelled. I continued to probe inside her tunnel with my tongue for several minutes. She jumped and bounced on bed moaning fiercely. Later I took my tongue out and kept my mouth pressed on the opening of her vagina. Then I sucked her pussy very hard creating a vacuum. This helped to flow her juices out and straight into my mouth. I gulped it down my throat greedily. She brought her hands and pressed my head encouraging me to suck more hard. I went on sucking for nearly ten minutes.
Suddenly she brought her legs and thighs together crushing my head and face between them. She released some wild shrills and hit my face with her pussy making upward thrusts. I guessed she was reached climax. Though I felt discomfort to breath, yet I continued with my sucking frantically. She released a loud scream, hit my face hard with a big leaping thrust and went limp.
There was only a little flow of her cum. I swallowed it too. She remained like that for a couple of minutes. As I was mopping my face with a handkerchief, she sprang like a tigress and looked at me savagely. Her eyes burnt like ember.
“Lay on the bed on your back” she asked me.
While I did so, she came closer to me. She unhooked my belt and pants and pulled it down along with the underwear up to my knees. My hot erect cock came to view. Being a doctor herself, she did not waste time to observe it closely. I wished she would do a blowjob on me, but she did not. Instead, she leaped on to the bed sitting on my body near the thighs. With her left hand, she raised her saree and petticoat and with the other she caught my cock and guided it into her pussy. It went in smoothly. After completing full penetration, she began to jump and bounce on my body the way a small child jumps playfully. It made my cock go inside and out repeatedly. The only problem was her saree covered our genitals unable for us to see the way my cock banged into her.
As I looked at her heaving bosom, I could not sustain any longer. I caught hold of the pallu of her saree and removed it off her chest. The two melons popping out through her blouse captivated me. Though she slightly resisted my move, I opened the hooks of the blouse hurriedly. She said she was taking safeguard in case a visitor or patient turned up suddenly. However, she smilingly unhooked her bras herself and removed it too. The mere sight of her fair, beautifully shaped boobs mesmerized me. Her boobs were really large, full and ripe covering her entire bosom. My hands reached out and squeezed them madly. Now, she continued with her fucking as I played with her boobs. I squeezed the boobs exactly the way a bus driver blows the air-horn repeatedly. It seemed my palms were not sufficient to cover the size of her boobs. She too was enjoying my squeezing as she continued with her jumps and bounces while fucking.
May be she was making love after several weeks if not months. Within three minutes, she attained climax limping on to my body. I hugged her tightly as I started making upward thrusts with my cock now. Before I could climb up the steps towards the pinnacle and orgasm, she opened her eyes. She offloaded from my body and quickly wore her bras and blouse back. She noticed a trace of disappointment reflected on my face.
“Is everything okay with you?” she asked me.
“I have not reached climax yet” I said.
She said smilingly: “Don’t worry; I shall take care of that. I had left it purposely”.
Making sure she had dressed properly, she sat beside me. Then she bent over my erect cock. She held it with her right hand. It was interesting to see it slipped as she could not get a firm grip on its shaft as it was fully smeared and covered with her pussy juices. Smilingly she opened her mouth and thrust the head of my cock inside. Soon, she began to suck it very hard. The pleasure derived while fucking the pussy of a lady and while the cock was being sucked by her was of varying nature and degree. Yet, right at that moment, I derived maximum pleasures while she was doing the blowjob. Besides, she was doing it sincerely and expertly giving me pleasures as well as enjoying herself. Her sucking was so intense and hard that her mouth tightly gripped my cock and her two cheeks became concave as if glued to the outer surface of my cock. Often she made jerking movements with her head sideways as well as up and down. I began to moan.
In another two minutes of her sucking, I reached climax and pumped my cum straight into her mouth. I had a pleasant surprise when she consumed it gulping down her throat greedily. She made sure not a single drop was left over by licking and wiping my cock dry with her tongue.
Soon, I stood up and pulled up by clothes wearing it properly. There was no need to wash off my genital as she had already made it clean and dry with her tongue. She led me to her drawing room now.
She went to kitchen and brought two glasses of cold drinks. While we sipped sitting on the sofa, she said:
“I really thank you Jai for the most wonderful pleasure you have given me. You are a great satisfier”
“Thanks for your compliments and sentiments” I replied.
“I wonder if we could meet to enjoy these pleasures occasionally again” she surmised.
I said: “I am sorry to have to disappoint you. I don’t indulge in repeats as I don’t want to make any sentimental bondage with any lady”.
She looked puzzled and asked: “I could not understand what you meant. Can you explain?”
I said: “Look Swapna, if we continue to meet again and again, it might be quite possible for either or both of us to develop an emotional attachment to each other leading to sentimental bondage. That would be very dangerous as it is bound to give rise to undesirable consequences. Besides, you can not always rule out the possibility of somebody noticing or watching our activities. Howsoever careful we might be, yet a small slip would be extremely dangerous to us. It may lead to scandals tarnishing our image and social status”.
She understood my point and appreciated my feelings. Yet, she did mention she could not come across many good men like me who took care of everything particularly for the lady. Before I left, we shook hands and thanked each other once again.
Well friends, how did you enjoy reading this experience of mine? Please let me know your views and opinion to my e-mail ID: jairaj999@yahoo.co.in
Bye for now.
Jairaj
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