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Orthodox Women's Sexual Adventure

(Story of Indian Orthodox women's sexual adventure.)

By: Vijay_Devarkonda

Mumtaz stood at the entrance of Bay Pride mall, staring into the abyss of the uncountable number of people moving around like ants. She could stop this right now. She could turn around and walk back.

But something twitched inside her, a potential soulmate, maybe a man who could satisfy her wet dreams. Mumtaz stood frozen. Maybe he would be the storm in her dry desert.

A month back, Mumtaz Khan was sitting in her office, glancing through the case files she neatly racked in her cupboard after every successful court hearing. Mumtaz never failed. She never lost any verbal battle in any case in a court. She was the only criminal lawyer in town who could win even the most fatal cases.

Her skills and ability made her a celebrity among lawyers. She was one of the richest women in town. Married at the age of 19 to a middle-aged man. He did nothing but rammed her like a wild animal on her first night and then left the next day to UAE.

Mumtaz completed her LLB all by herself with scholarships. She started earning more than her NRI husband, who never visited her after the first night. She was sure he was sleeping with other women, but her orthodox family never let her divorce him.

So Mumtaz had moved out and started a life of her own. She had a posh riverside villa worth crores and multiple luxury vehicles already. It was her 32nd birthday when she landed one of a kind case. Mumtaz was to represent Alex. Alex was charged for a bank robbery 4 years back.

Alex was legally acquitted for the crime he committed along with his partner Tarak. The investigation agency could only retrieve 2 kilograms from the 100 kilograms of gold they stole. The heist these two criminals committed inspired multiple movies and games.

But Tarak went missing soon after Alex was caught, and the cops could not find enough evidence to link the crime to Alex. Mumtaz was sitting on the red cushioned chair at her office having a discussion with Alex. She stroked her curly black hair over her head veil.

Mumtaz wore formal black ladies' trousers along with a light pink shirt and a formal black jacket. But she never took off her head veil. She, too, was orthodox when it came to certain things. Mumtaz took out a black pilot pen from the inside pocket of her jacket, grazing against her 34B breast over her pink shirt. She was listening to the terms of Alex.

"Tarak is missing. I want to plead not guilty," Alex said in a rather evil tone. Alex was a 40-year-old man. His wife had a lingerie boutique called 'Enchanted.' It was one of the most famous ones in town, especially among the high-class women.

"Consider it done! But the question is, how much will I get from your loot? I know you have the gold somewhere," Mumtaz asked in a sweet stern voice. Mumtaz always wore red matte lipstick. She was very fair, and her lips were naturally pinkish red. She bit the end of the pen giving it her lip impressions.

"Smart! I have the gold with me -- the entire 98 kilograms," Alex stopped for a second, smacking his lips. "Get me out of this case, and you get 20% of it," Alex said, throwing in a gold coin at her table.

"Fair Enough, you can leave now," Mumtaz grinned. She knew that 20% was worth more than the cases she had handled before. Mumtaz drove back to her house, calculating the amount she would be adding to her bank balance. She had everything except someone by her side in bed.

After parking her car in the garage, she walked towards the door carrying her laptop bag and files. Mumtaz stayed alone at her house except for the two maids. It was a huge villa with separate reading rooms and a personal gym. She maintained her figure even at the age of 32, thanks to the personal gym.

Mumtaz was searching for the keys when she noticed a package with red gift wrapping near the flowerpot. She opened the door and picked up the package. Tucking in her hair through the head veil, she turned the package around to find the name of the sender. But she was unlucky!

She placed the package at her dining table when her maid provided her with a cup of hot coffee. Gradually sipping the hot beverage, she unwrapped the tender gift wrapping. It had a slender, thin perfume bottle of the brand 'Erotica,' a red rose and a note. She took the perfume and sprayed on her wrist and sniffed at it.

It was her favorite brand. It had a special kind of fragrance that would inspire a woman to spread her legs for her man. Mumtaz felt a twitch between her legs and picked up the rose. Mumtaz slowly and carefully kissed on the petals. She loved to do that on flowers.

She opened the note, which too had a fragrance of 'Erotica.'

"We have never met, but I always had a crush on you. Red like a rose, your lips make me admire. Curved like in a dream, your neck made me fall in love. Curved like a Disney princess, you make me stare. Ample bosoms that make me blossom. Mad for you like a teenager, I wait! An Admirer"

Mumtaz sat awestruck for a moment. She immediately folded the note when her maid asked for the empty coffee mug. The last time someone sent her a love letter was in her school days. Being a married girl, no one bothered about her in college.

Mumtaz could not take the thought out of her mind. There was a high possibility it could be a prank, but she was thirsty for a touch. Taking off her black jacket, she read the note again. "What if it's genuine?" She murmured to herself.

She quickly unbuttoned her formal trousers and rolled it down her thick milky fair hairless thighs. Mumtaz had worn a white panty with floral designs on the boundaries. She rolled it down her knees, gently grazing against her pussy, and she was slightly wet.

Gradually unbuttoned her shirt exposing her ample bosoms held together in her white cupped padded bra. With an ease that comes through the experience, she unstrapped it, letting her melons breath. Taking off her head veil, she covered herself with her long white bathrobes and walked towards her bathroom.

If you were quiet enough, you could hear the soft moans from her bathroom. That was how Mumtaz lived, touching herself aching for a man and desperate despite being filthy rich.

The next day too, Mumtaz was surprised by another package at her doorstep. It had a box of handmade chocolate, her favorite, a fountain pen with an 'M' engraved on it and a note.

"You don't have to bite on cheap pens and grant it your heavenly lipstick impressions. Be a master to my pen, wrap your lips over here. An Admirer"

Mumtaz giggled, reading the note. She neatly folded the note and placed it on her laptop bag. Then kissed the fountain pen at its tip, the note was rather kinky, but it was romantic to Mumtaz. She thought no one was watching her, but his eyes were locked at her.

Trying to adjust her head veil, making sure no one watched her, Mumtaz drove to her office, memorizing the note. Back from the office, Mumtaz was early today. She had a cup of coffee, changed her clothes, and decided to work out at her personal gym.

She had worn tight yoga pants showing impressions of her thick legs and her perfect round ass. Her panty boundaries were easily visible through the yoga pants. On top, she had a sports bra that made sure her breasts didn't jiggle when she worked out.

Being in her personal gym at home, she wasn't bothered about the head veil. The sports bra could not cover up her entire cleavage. It gave off the valley and the mole at her valley as she swayed. But even this bra couldn't stop her nipple impressions.

Mumtaz stopped for a second when her maid knocked on the gym door. She then handed over Mumtaz another package wrapped in red gift wrapper. Mumtaz jumped in happiness, surprising the maid who had only seen her expressionless.

It had a grayish-black lipstick, a pair of black pearl earrings, and a note. Mumtaz opened the note after closing the door.

"Red lips make you gorgeous, black makes you an evil, seductive queen waiting to pounce on your man. Confident in court, exotic in love! An admirer"

Mumtaz turned the note over to find a mobile number. She ran out of the gym to her bedroom to fetch her phone. Mumtaz dialed the number quickly and desperately. It rang, but no one picked.

She took out the earrings, facing the mirror, wore them, and smiled like a bride. Then she wore the lipstick over her juicy pink lips. The admirer was right. She looked like a predator in bed. Meanwhile, the call had connected.

"Hello, admirer?"Mumtaz spoke, staring at herself in the mirror. She looked like a woman aching for a man between her legs. She was legally, royally wet.

"Hello, admirer?" Mumtaz spoke, staring at herself in the mirror. She looked like a woman aching for a man between her legs. She was wet. The person on the other side cut the call immediately. Was he shy, or was he acting? Mumtaz couldn't differentiate. She called him again!

"Never thought you would call me!" The man on the other side said. The voice was very manly, attractive, and had a pinch of erotic effect to it. Mumtaz was thrilled.

"I don't know who you are, but thanks for those gifts," Mumtaz whispered. This was the first time she spoke to a man other than for official matters. She hadn't even spoken to her husband like this, not even once.

"I can't disclose my name yet," He stopped. "Call me admirer itself, have been in love with you the moment I saw you a year back. I didn't know how to approach you. I didn't know how to face you. But I knew I wanted you. Sorry if I stalked you." He pleaded like a kid but with his rough manly voice.

"Oh, no! You should have asked me out. But yes, a stalker is creepy," Mumtaz giggled to a stranger. The orthodox lady was open to a stranger for the first time in her life. Mumtaz surprised herself.

Mumtaz talked to the stranger for hours. They poured their heart in. Never seen him, but Mumtaz started liking the voice that was attracted to her. Mumtaz didn't realize it was already the morning. Finally, she asked him the question, "Are we going to meet?'Mumtaz was careful but excited for the answer.

"Yes, we will. Wait for my text today evening!" the admirer said. Mumtaz had lost track of time, and it was past 12. She forgot about her dinner, her bath, and she was lying in her bed dressed in her gym clothes. She giggled and bid him goodnight.

As usual, she had to touch herself to please her thirst that was never quenched. She took a quick bath and went to sleep. Mumtaz was too excited to concentrate on her work. The current case was pretty serious, but anyways she had asked a few day time to collect the resources.

She didn't want to piss off Alex and blow her chances of earning crores. Mumtaz left early from her office and rushed to the spa nearby. She spent more than enough for pedicure, manicure, facial, and everything that would make her look better. She had never let anyone touch her hair. But this time, she decided to smoothen her hairs too.

"What if he is not from my religion?" Mumtaz was hesitant about that, though. But she decided to meet him anyways. Back home, Mumtaz grabbed another package placed at her doorstep by the admirer. She was excited to know what it contained. She ran inside her room and opened it. It had a note on the top.

"Wear them for me. These clothes will bring out the seductress inside you. This will celebrate your body."

But Mumtaz was hesitant. The clothes inside were too modern for her. She immediately called him. "I can't wear these. It's against my religion. I don't even take out the head veil!" Mumtaz was furious at her admirer.

"I have personally handpicked these materials. They were custom made to suit your skin color, your hair, and even your hourglass figure!" He said in his irresistible manly tone.

"So? It's not my type," Mumtaz argued.

"Fine, guess you won't budge. I told you, I fell for you for what you are. You are too scared to even explore your beauty. I don't think you can even accept me then. Bye," he answered rudely.

"Please, I can't do this. Society won't accept me!" Mumtaz started pleading. The lioness who used to frighten men at court with her words had succumbed to a teen girl desperate for a man.

"You are an independent woman! You don't have to bother about the society! Whatever, I will be waiting for you at Bay Pride Mall. Your choice to come," saying that the admirer abruptly cut the call.

And that's how Mumtaz ended up at the entrance of Bay Pride Mall! She was wearing the same costume she was gifted along with the black lipstick and black pearl earrings. But the most important part she hadn't worn her head veil. Her straightened hairs were let loose for the first time. It reached till her elbow.

Mumtaz wore a pale white two-piece costume. The top was a sleeveless crop top with a thin thread-like elastic transparent strap holding the top to her bosom, which made it look like it was strapless and only reached below her breasts. It was as if a white cloth was rolled around her breast and back.

Mumtaz, for the first time, had exposed her entire bubbly navel. Even the milky pinkish belly button glistened in the air-conditioned mall. The white top also exposed an adequate amount of cleavage. Thanks to the white push up bra with a backstrap.

The upper portions of her breasts and her cleavage formed by the bra pushing the 34 B melons upwards. Mumtaz looked sluttier than any modern girl. The bra had swirly patterns all over it except on the cups. But Mumtaz ruined the scenery with a black shawl over it!

On her waist, 2-3 inches below her glistening belly button, Mumtaz wore a slender white skirt with blue lines on the thighs that reached her knee. The skirt was tight and skin-hugging. It seemed to squeeze her meaty thighs and plump buttocks.

The panty that came along with the bra was a classic brief. It held her buttocks together and had similar patterns with semi-transparent stripes on both sides. Mumtaz had worn a high heeled black footwear and looked like a dominant monster queen. People could not take eyes off her seductive white skin.

The costume even surprised her maids, who hadn't even seen her without the head veil. She also had the fragrance that made teenagers and older men to drool. Mumtaz was brought back from her frozen state by a text notification. She was scared and shy to move forward, especially owing to this sultry avatar of her.

"CCD, 2nd floor, corner table reserved under Mumtaz. The lift doesn't work, and you are hot as hell."

Mumtaz walked towards the CCD. She could observe the lustful eyes preying on her shining skin. She never knew she could make men weak with her simple smile. Mumtaz was walking carefully and slowly since she didn't have much experience with heels.

She stood on the escalator that took her to the first floor and then the second floor. The air-conditioned room gave her a chilling sensation. After all, more skin was exposed than covered. She held the shawl close to her bosom. But that couldn't prevent the eyes of horny men staring at her exposed breasts and cleavage.

A young man on the opposite escalator moving down had a boner already, Mumtaz giggled. Mumtaz walked towards CCD, holding the shawl closely to her breast and navel area. She had a wide and large bellybutton, which was as fair as milk.

When she pulled the shawl to cover up her bellybutton, she would expose more of her upper breasts. When she tried to cover up her breasts, it would give away her trademark navel and belly button. Absence of her veil that she always used made her hands run to her hairs all the time.

Mumtaz's long hair strands moved and flowed along with the slow breeze, and she was not used to it. With every step, her ass swayed and jiggled, attracting more men. The skirt was too tight for her to walk freely and she was not used to wearing heels.

If you looked at her cautiously, you could not just see her panty boundaries and impressions but also her bra cups trying to hold her melons through the costume.

Mumtaz walked into CCD, pushing open the door. She made all the staff pause for a second, and the only customer inside almost poured his coffee on his pants. Mumtaz giggled, did she love the attention?

The staff directed her to the last corner table reserved under her name when she enquired. It seems to be the perfect spot. The camera angle wasn't directed at her, had a wall on one side, and only one customer inside. She let out a sigh. It was past 7 pm already. Mumtaz texted to her, admirer, "Where are you?"

One of the bearers came up with a large cup of latte, a pastry, and a jewelry box. He was shy but was ogling at her. He almost hit the wall as he walked, staring at her. Mumtaz giggled again.

The box had a nice necklace with another large black pearl pendant. She was excited and wore it quickly, lifting her arms. She had exposed her neatly waxed milky soft armpits and her seductive neck. Gently she locked the necklace behind her neck.

Mumtaz slowly sipped the coffee and took a spoon full of pastry. She waited another 15 minutes when her mobile gave a notification.

"You don't have to cover up the most beautiful creamy valley with cheap cloth! Lose the shawl!"

Mumtaz was enjoying the attention she received from both men and some women. "I have exposed my more than half of my navel, my belly button, and an ample amount of my breasts with this costume already. This shawl wasn't helping anyway!"Mumtaz murmured to herself.

She took the shawl and folded it gently into a square and stuffed it in her leather bag.

"Thanks, now that's perfect! I hope you loved the refreshments. Now take off your bra and panty, then place it in the jewelry box and give it to the billing staff at 'Enchanted' on the 4th floor."

Mumtaz looked at her mobile screen for a few seconds when she received another text "Sorry, forgot to add, you look like a mythic evil queen that can steal any man's heart. You can take them off anywhere and anyhow, but it should be neatly folded and submitted within the box at 'Enchanted'"

Mumtaz didn't know how to reply. Whoever this guy was, he was watching her from somewhere. This was to the extreme. She could never do that.

"No," Mumtaz replied and started walking away from her table.

"Bye then!" she got another text.

Mumtaz stopped as she reached the entrance of CCD. "I can't do this. I won't do this, chuck him!" She murmured to herself. But Mumtaz knew deep inside her, she was wet!

"I can't do this, I won't do this, chuck him!" She murmured to herself. But Mumtaz knew deep inside her, she was wet!

Mumtaz stopped at the entrance of CCD, holding the door handle. She stood there for a few seconds, She could feel the wetness between her legs. She walked back and sat at the same table.

"Why should I do this? Who are you?" Mumtaz texted him again.

"Either do it or leave!" the reply text made Mumtaz furious. What does this guy think about her? She is a well-known lawyer in town. She placed her mobile on the table and waited another 15 minutes. She was confused, she could leave, but she didn't!

Mumtaz moved her hand towards her thighs. This was the first time she ever wore a mini skirt. She touched her bare milky skin. She was not ready yet! She tilted her head. The only customer in CCD was walking out now, and the staff was busy with billing and other stuff.

Mumtaz touched her neck gently. She was sweating and traced the transparent strap of her top. She then moved her finger over the top right above the bra cup. She felt the cup with her fingers. She had to get the strap first. The top had a very open back, and the bra strap was hiding very close to its boundary behind her.

Mumtaz grabbed the shawl and placed it over her breast and quickly moved her left hand towards her back. She slid her thumb and forefinger inside and snapped the strap within a second, and her hand was back at the table. She felt her melons ease and breath. After all, the strap was unhooked.