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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. Let me also tell you the conversations in this story were in Malayalam but translated into English.
I was in regular contact with one of my friends in college days. In one of my visits to my hometown, I decided to make a visit to his place. I had not informed him before as I wanted to give him a pleasant surprise.
His house was about 10 KM away from mine. The place was surrounded by hillocks and a river. I left my house after taking lunch at about 12.30 PM. I could travel 7 KM by bus up to the river. There was no bridge over the wide river hence I got down at the nearest bus-stop about half-a-kilometer away from the thoni-kadavu (boat-jetty) at the river bank. It was monsoon season and the sky was heavily clad with black clouds. I had taken one umbrella in case there were heavy rains.
Walking along the muddy way, I reached the boat-jetty at about 1.15 PM. I was a little tired and exhausted due to the long walk in the humid atmosphere. I found a small country-boat moored to the bank and the place was totally deserted.
I looked at the river. It was very wide but not full. I could find patches of dry land forming small islands at many places about the middle. Those places were covered with golden coloured sand and sporadic green patches. The river was neither deep nor shallow. At some places, it had about neck-deep water only. I could guess it would be a difficult sail oaring across the river negotiating many islands and shallow places.
My searching eyes could find nobody around. So, I called out: “Is there anyone around?”
As my call failed to elicit any response, I repeated my call now in a loud shouting. I found a movement among the bushes at a place above the bank. After sometime, I found a lady of about 35 years coming out of the bushes. Though she was telling something to me, I could not hear her properly. So, she walked down and reached me. She was of medium dark complexion, of average height but heavily built. She wore a white dhoti and a blouse only. But then in many places in our home-state, lower class working women wore nothing to cover their chests. Her bosom was heavy, possibly having 38C boobs.
“Where do you want to go, Sir?” she asked me.
I was amused with her stupid query. Yet, I said with a little smile: “Obviously at the other side of the river”.
She knew I was a stranger to that place and said: “Sir, this being lunch time, there will be no boat service from 1.00 PM till 4.00 PM as nobody comes around to cross the river. I was taking my afternoon nap when you called for me”.
“But I need to reach the other side in any case” I persisted.
So, she explained: “Sir, the fare is Rs.2/- I can’t afford to take one person to earn only Rs.2/- for all the trouble I need to oar the boat. I hope you understand my point. You should better wait till 4-5 more persons come around to go the other side”
“How long it is going to be to get another few passengers” I enquired.
She replied: “May be two hours, may be more, it depends on your luck”
I considered this for a minute. No, I could not wait that long. So, I gave her a suggestion.
“Look, you are not concerned about the total number of passengers to be ferried, but the total collections only, are not you? Okay, I am prepared to give you Rs.20/- which would be the total fare for ten persons. Now, do you agree?”
She gaped at me with wide eyes as if I was a lunatic escaped from an asylum. I knew nobody made such an offer to her before. She considered it yet asked me in disbelief:
“Are you sure you will pay me Rs.20/-?”
I did not want to argue with her to make her convinced. So, I produced two Rs.10/- currency notes from my pocket and gave them to her.
“Here is the money in advance. Are you happy now?” I asked.
She collected the money in disbelief. Then she kept the money at one side of her dhoti, wrapped it with the cloth several times and placed it safely at her hip side.
“Can I sit on the boat now”? I asked her.
“Sure” she said happily.
So, I boarded the boat and sat on a wooden plate across its sides. She untied the rope fastening the boat to a bamboo pole. Then she gave a heavy push and shove to move the boat to the waters. As it began moving to the deep waters, she climbed to the boat, sat facing me and took the oar. For some time, she made some manoeuvrings with the oar leading the boat to move towards the other side of the river.
Initially my eyes moved around over the river, dark sky and far off hillocks enjoying the beautiful nature and surroundings. As my head made rotation of a full circle looking around, suddenly my vision hovered and zoomed on her body. To be specific, my gaze remained fixed on her big bosom with her large full boobs swaying in rhythm with her oaring. The blouse did no justice to hold them as I could see portions of the melons popping out through the upper brims of her blouse. Worse, the top-most hook of the blouse had come off giving a splendid view of her tantalizing cleavage and deep valley. As if that was not enough, whenever she raised her hands holding the oar to negotiate the boat through water, lower portion of her blouse rolled and crawled up bringing the lower part of her melons exposed to my view. I never had got such a beautiful treat to my eyes before when a lady sat in front of me and made movements of her boobs though in an activity of work.
For several minutes she had not noticed my eyes on her boobs as she was concentrated on her oaring to move the boat to the right direction. Later, only when she shifted her attention and looked at my face, she saw me staring at her boobs. But there was absolutely nothing she could help herself about as there was no cloth with her to cover her bosom. Rather, as told before, women in the working class never covered their bosoms even if some men looked at it intently.
However, she was not one to let go an offender scot-free without making it known in expressed language to have noticed his offence. She blushed a little, smiled meaningfully and said coyly:
“Sir, what are you looking at?”
Her query amused me. Without any hesitation, I said bluntly: “Can’t you guess it? Do I need to tell you?”
She laughed out loudly but did not say anything. Even if she wanted to prevent movements of her boobs, she could not do anything as she needed to oar the boat expertly and her boobs were bound to bounce and sway often. Then I looked at her eyes sharply. She gave me yet another coyest meaningful smile. It was at this precise moment I realized she was not all that innocent but very clever. She gave me sufficient body language to express she was not only sexy but hungry for sex too. She gave me hints with her eyes that she had no objection if I treated my eyes staring at her boobs as long as I wanted or to put it nearer the truth; she too enjoyed my watching her bosom intently.
As she oared and I continued to look at her boobs, we felt a cold breeze blowing. Our boat had not reached even one-fourth of the total distance to be covered.
“Oh my God, it would rain soon” she exclaimed.
As it began raining soon, I admired her expertise in making accurate weather predictions. Soon, heavy downpour started. I opened up my umbrella to cover my body and head. I looked at both the banks but could not see anything as rains blocked the vision. Such was the heavy rains I could not see the water in the river even a few feet away from the boat. I wondered if she could see or judge the direction and the point at the other bank to where the boat is to be sailed.
As I turned to look at her again, suddenly I caught my breath sharply skipping two of my heartbeats. She had been completely soaked and drenched in the heavy rains. Rain drops were dripping incessantly from her face and long hairs and also over her mouth which made her vision difficult. Her wet blouse glued to her body like a second skin. I whistled softly under my breath when I saw her two big nipples jutting out provocatively as she continued to oar expertly.
To be very honest, I felt pity and sympathy as well as guilty-conscience for making her to oar the boat for me offering more money. I stood up and went near her. Then I sat by her side. I held the umbrella over her head to cover her body also. She thanked and smiled at me. While she continued to oar, still unable to see properly, her body brushed with mine several times. Many a time, the side of her right boob rubbed on my left side. The mere touch of her cold but sensual body sent thousands of volts of current to pass through my body. I felt all my virtues of modesty, decency and ethics eroding from me. Involuntarily my left hand went behind her back around her body and held her tightly close to me. She looked at me and giggled. This encouraged me. My hand went further and cupped her left boob. Oh...what a pleasure I got when my hand pressed and squeezed her big boob over her wet blouse! She giggled again.
Then to my pleasant surprise she said: “I know you have been waiting for this opportunity to come close and touch me”
“You can say that again”. I said and added: “I am thankful to the Rain God for helping me”.
I was emboldened by the fact that she made no sign of protest. I continue to squeeze her boob while she oared. I exchanged my hand for holding the umbrella. Then I brought my right hand in front of her and placed it on her right boob now. I continued to squeeze it very hard for a few minutes. I became aware my cock was struggling to erect under my clothes. I felt a gush of blood to my brain making me nearly blind.
I stood up on the bottom plate of the boat about three feet below. I stood in front of her with my face in level with her bosom. Holding the umbrella with left hand, I tried to open the hooks of her blouse with my right hand. I tried several times, yet I could not unhook even one of them as the blouse was wet and it glued to her heavy body tightly like a second skin. She understood my difficulty and giggled again. She left the oar and unhooked the blouse by herself. Then she unhooked her bras also. Oh..my goodness! What I saw did really make me mesmerized. As if two melons rolled over a slant plate, her big boobs jumped out menacingly. Sure, it must be of 38C size if not more. They were full, medium dark, with dark aureoles and big sized nipples about one inch in length. The shape, size and looks of her boobs were so irresistible that it would set any man on fire with excessive lust and sexual urge.
I looked around but could not see anything except the rains. It appeared as if the whole world became very small and centered on around the two of us. I was very sure nobody from either bank could see anything of us.
Suddenly I remembered of the mythological story about a saint, perhaps Saint Parashar though I could not remember his name correctly now, who, with his spiritual powers, made a fog around a boat in the middle of the river and mated with the lady who oared the boat so that nobody could see them from the river-banks. The situation was same and identical now except Mother Nature blessed us with heavy rains so that nobody could see us.
My mouth dashed against her big boobs. I found it difficult to enjoy the boobs while holding the umbrella with one hand over our heads. I had gone crazy so I decided to get drenched myself in the rains. I folded the umbrella and kept it by the side. Within few minutes I too was soaked completely in the heavy rains.
Seeing my haste and pitiable condition, she giggled and asked: “Do you find me so irresistible, Sir?”
I muttered: “Irresistible? You look more than that. You have made me mad to go out of my senses. I have never seen such a sexy woman like you so far in my life. I want to eat you literally from head to foot”.
“But my old stupid husband had never told me so. But then he is a drunkard and never had interest in sex. He spent most of his time coughing in hospital. So I needed to work to earn our daily bread and butter” she said sullenly.
I could make a guess of her pathetic life. But I did not brood over it much for lack of time. My immediate priority was to enjoy her soon. I made a move forward.
“Hey, you won’t get much time” she warned through her giggling.
“I know. But let me do as much as I could” I replied.
I brought my face over her big boobs. Then I kept it buried in the cleavage. With my hands, I held both the boobs by the sides, pressed and brought them together crushing my face in the cleavage at the middle. I made myself suffocating for breaths. The strong smell mixed with perspiration out of her struggle of oaring, emanating from her bosom was very intoxicating. I remained like that for a few seconds.
Then I released my face from between her boobs and rubbed it all over the boobs, aureoles and nipples. She did not utter a single word but allowed me to enjoy myself while she continued to oar. It must have presented a very marvelous sight and experience indeed! I allowed her big nipples to rub all over my face while I turned my face to right and left several times.
Unable to sustain any longer, I took her right boob into my mouth and began to suck it very hard right from the start. My right hand cupped her left boob and began to squeeze it with heavy pressure. Now, for the first time I heard her moaning softly. I knew I won’t get much time to enjoy her – either till we reached the other bank or the rain stopped, whichever is earlier. I sucked her right boob frantically for two minutes and then changed to suck her left boob. I did suck that too for equal time.
While I was doing the sucking in standing position, I became aware my body became unsteady and I was yearning to fuck her. No way, I knew. She was sitting on a wooden plate keeping her legs hung down.
I made an attempt and separated her legs and thighs wide. Then I divided her dhoti. The mere sight of her nude legs and fat sexy thighs made me mad. I glanced at her love triangle. Oh..shit! she was wearing panties alright. I slid my right hand inside her panty and touched her pussy. I could feel from the touch and probing with my hand that her pussy was very large and bushy with pubic hairs.
My searching fingers could locate her big pussy hole. Soon, I inserted my middle finger into the tunnel. I could feel there was sufficient room for another finger. So, I shot one more finger into it. Then I began to finger-fuck her madly. “Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh..... “ she moaned savagely. Luckily, her moan was eclipsed and mingled with a deafening thunder from the sky. While I continued to finger-fuck her, my mouth covered hers. I kissed on her dark, thick lips passionately several times. Later, I took her lower lip into my mouth and sucked very hard. As I sucked her lower lip, her mouth remained a little opened. Uncontrollably, a trickle of saliva drooled from her mouth and went inside mine. I swallowed it as if it was honey.
‘Ttthhhhuuudddddd.......’ Suddenly we felt a heavy shake and jerk and our bodies lost balance as the boat skidded on to land.
“Oh...what a hell it is” I heard her cursing.
“What is the matter?” I enquired.
She said: “Unable to see properly, I oared the boat to hit on an island in the middle of the river. Now, it is a very difficult task to push the boat back into the waters from the marsh place”.
“Don’t worry, I will help you” I tried to console her.
We jumped out of the boat on to the land of the small island and examined the situation. In the melee and confusion, she had forgotten to hook her bras and blouse back in position. She stood with her nude boobs still remained exposed and the blouse and bras were hanging over her shoulders. The rains continued to lash out splashing thousands of rain-drops on our bodies. It was a very captivating sight when tiny drops hit her boobs and made channels down her bosom. Looking at her sensual body, I felt my body trembling.
I rushed and grabbed at her. Then I hugged her and tightly pressed to my chest. Her big boobs crushed under the impact. At the same time, I rained incessant hot kisses on her mouth. I took her to a few feet away where the land was a little grassy.
Catching hold of her dhoti, I pulled it. It came off. I removed and spread it on the grasses. I bent in front of her and pulled down her panty too. The sight of her sexy nude body with large bushy pussy made me crazy. I took her to stand on the dhoti. I placed my left leg behind her legs and gave her a push. She tripped. As she was about to fall to the ground, I held her body and made her lay on the dhoti. She looked like a nude mermaid on the small island surrounded by waters and heavy downpour.
I quickly removed my clothes and sat on the plain between her legs. I separated her thighs. Now I could clearly see her large pussy. I buried my face on her bushy pussy rubbing all over frantically. I could get a faint smell of urine but it did not bother me at all. I extended my tongue and licked her vagina.
“Huuuiiiiiiiiiii........” she hooted.
“Sir, be quick and complete it pronto. The rain would stop soon...” she warned.
Though I wanted to suck her pussy and gulp down her juices, I considered her warning. She sure was gifted with the talent to make accurate weather forecast. So, with a heavy heart, I stopped licking her pussy and decided to do the fucking. In fact, I had wanted her to do a blowjob on me, but there was little time left.
I bent over her body to shoot my hot erect cock into her cave. I smiled to see she understood my move as she held my cock with her right hand and guided it to her hole. With a very small thrust, it slid smoothly and fully and disappeared into her tunnel the way a swimmer dives into the water from a height.
As soon as I completed full penetration, I lay on her body. As she was heavily built, her body provided a cushion to me. My chest was pressed to her bosom crushing her boobs spilling to escape through the gaps.
I did not waste time and began to fuck her vigorously right from the start with incessant heavy thrusts. I rose by body up in the air and dropped it down heavily piercing her pussy with my hot cock. As her pussy was already wet and juicy, each time my cock went inside, it produced plush..plush...sound. I envied my own vigour and vitality for the way I fucked her like the piston of a steam engine running at high speed. My prime aim was to enjoy fucking her within the quickest possible time and attain orgasm. After all, I could not reasonably expect to have a pleasurable fucking session leisurely in my choicest positions or to give her maximum pleasures because of lack of time and favourable circumstances. So, I continued with my murderous assault into her pussy. I wondered if she was young and inexperienced, my violent attack and ploughing might have caused bleeding injuries to her pussy leaving it in a terrible mess.
Suddenly I found her swaying her head side ways suppressing moans. I knew she too was enjoying my brutal fucking. I wanted to culminate soon. So, as asked by me, she wrapped her legs around my body and began to give upward thrusts. I found her enjoying it more and more as soon she tightened the grip on my cock with her pussy muscles. This gave added pleasures to both of us. In another couple of minutes of our fucking, she attained orgasm releasing a wild hiss and hoot. I looked no further and really accelerated. Within next few seconds, I too reached climax pumping my hot lava and flooding her tunnel.
We lay like that for one minute. Soon, we got up. Now, the intensity of raining was less. We went to the waters, cleaned our bodies of the mud and sand. Then we dipped our clothes into the water and squeezed tightly to remove maximum water. Since there was no time to make them dry up, we wore the wet clothes. We together pushed the boat away from the land to the waters. We got into it and she oared again.
In another seven minutes time, we reached the other side of the river. It was still raining and there was nobody at the bank. I got off from the boat. She was looking at me appreciatively. I took two pieces of one hundred rupee currency notes from my pocket and gave to her. She accepted it gladly. Since the currency was wet, I asked her to dry up.
I think the quantum of money I gave her did the magic. As I caught one of her boobs and squeezed it before leaving, she asked me: “Sir, did you enjoy fucking me fully?”
“Of course, I did” I replied.
She said: “I wish if we could have met under favourable circumstances. Then I could have given you more pleasures and you could have enjoyed me conveniently. I know you had to fuck me and finish up everything quickly. I think you are from a far off place. If you were from nearby area, I could have invited you to my house at a time when my hubby would be away and we could have fucked leisurely”.
I smiled but did not say anything. I waved at her before I left for my destination.
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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