I walked quickly to the door hoping that it was my husband who returned early. " and held a plastic box with a picture of a woman in bra and panties. He was walking towards the station to catch his train and wanted to try his luck in our place, on the way.
It now reached the base of my petticoat resting squarely at my creamy white thigh.
His index finger started drawing some weird circles on my thigh with some pressure, while his face was innocently looking at the fan.
He eagerly fetched the cloth and stood by my side grinning like he is waiting for the next command. I noticed him dropping his pen (purposefully I guess) and left the hold of the stool briefly, and then bend down to pick up the pen.
I was suddenly very conscious of my nudity underneath the saree and saw him lift his head up from his position below, getting an unhindered view of my shaven, now glistening pussy.
He was treated with a wonderful view of my bra-free breast juggling while I was cleaning the second blade.
Armed with the knowledge that I am devoid of any undergarments and my body had already given its approval via the erect nipples and glistening thatch below, he made the next move.
He pressed my breast with such a force as if he was kneading the dough for roti. I could sense a very strong orgasm building up inside me. I could hear the noise his tongue made while he licked me. He lowered me down from the stool and walked me to the sofa. Before I could come to senses, he started undressing me. He wasted no time and pulled down his boxers in one flash and his huger shaft was rock hard.
The brut force felt good too and strangely made me feel wilder. I held his hair tight, partly because I was still standing over the stool and needed balance and partly because I was seriously enjoying it. He let go of the hand that was holding my saree and took it behind me to caress my buttocks. One hand caressing and drawing lines along my butt crevice up and down...kneading the butt cheeks roughly and caressing along the hole softly from time to time .. He loosened, unwrapped and removed my saree off me. He took off his shirt in a whiff and slowly came close to me.
He inserted his finger inside my now totally moist pussy and it went in completely. I gripped his hair very tight and released myself as I jolted.
He rocked it in and out slowly while applying pressure on my clit using his thumb. He took his finger out and bunched the saree and petticoat and pushed it over my hip and calmly admired my pussy in the light for a few seconds. He drew his face eagerly, closer to my mound and planted a deep kiss on it. He grabbed my breast while his tongue went for my pussy. I was shouting sounds that I had made never before... With my eyes shut and all other senses wide open... The climax was building up by the second in me and sensing this from the more urgent gasps and sounds I make he continued the pattern and increased the pace. Schluk...cluck “He was rubbing over my clit with his nose while his tongue was deep inside. I felt that my juices were flowing out endless, and after what seemed like a lifetime I went limp and stood panting for breath. His fingers traveled along the contour of my body stopping for a good amount of time at all the crucial spots. I was wondering how come I failed to notice such a huge hard on hidden behind those pants all the while.
Together, the sound of the rain and the beautiful old song playing in the radio reminded me of my husband.