26-12-2018, 10:24 AM
Swati looked fresh and cool as a cucumber in a thin silk dressing gown, having had a nice long shower. Her hair was still tied in a knot on top of her head, to avoid getting it wet. Her thick nipples poked through the fabric of the gown. She clearly wasn't wearing anything underneath. I on the other hand was hot and sweaty, having trudged through the moist afternoon heat of Mumbai. I took off my shirt and vest and wiped my sweat with the damp towel recently used by Swati. I could smell her feminine scent on the towel. My cock twitched in the confines of my trousers. I opened the food parcels and a couple of Coke bottles and spread them out on the small tea table. There was no crockery or cutlery in the room. Even the couple of glasses available looked suspiciously smudged. The MLA's Hostel was not exactly a luxury hotel.
"Come here, my pet." I called her, seating myself on an armless chair. She came and sat sideways on my lap, wrapping an arm around my shoulder to steady herself. We fed each other morsels of delicious, hot kheema pao interspersed with swigs of Coke. We licked and sucked each others' fingers. Every now and again, we kissed, dueled with our tongues and sometimes playfully pushed half chewed food into each others' mouths. Our hands and mouths became sticky and messy. Crumbs of food fell all over us and scattered on the floor.
All of a sudden, I belched loudly, venting gas from all the Coke I had been drinking. At this, both of us burst into loud guffaws. Her breasts jiggled & bounced deliciously as she went into paroxysms of uncontrollable laughter; I had to steady her with my arm, lest she fell off my lap. Then Swati too unburdened herself with the mother of all burps, sending both of us into another fit of hysterical laughter. When we finally stopped laughing we felt breathless, drained & light headed; our stomachs ached.
Suddenly the mood changed. I tugged open the knot of the sash at the waist of her gown and pulled it off her shoulders. She wore nothing underneath. She shrugged off the gown, changed her position and now sat facing me; her legs straddled mine and her arms wrapped around my neck. I placed my hands under her heavy breasts and hefted them, feeling their weight. I kneaded and fondled them gently yet firmly, feeling the mammary glands slither hither & thither under a deep layer of fat. My greasy fingers pinched and rolled her nipples until they became stiff and shiny. All the while, Swati kept looking deep into my eyes, keeping steady and not reacting at all, except for the little, almost inaudible moans that involuntarily escaped her lips.
"Oh God, Sameer! You know how to push exactly the right buttons!" She whispered hoarsely. An unmistakable scent of arousal wafted up from her open pussy. I felt her warm juices trickle down on my trousers. My hand crept to her crotch, but she stopped me.
"Come here, my pet." I called her, seating myself on an armless chair. She came and sat sideways on my lap, wrapping an arm around my shoulder to steady herself. We fed each other morsels of delicious, hot kheema pao interspersed with swigs of Coke. We licked and sucked each others' fingers. Every now and again, we kissed, dueled with our tongues and sometimes playfully pushed half chewed food into each others' mouths. Our hands and mouths became sticky and messy. Crumbs of food fell all over us and scattered on the floor.
All of a sudden, I belched loudly, venting gas from all the Coke I had been drinking. At this, both of us burst into loud guffaws. Her breasts jiggled & bounced deliciously as she went into paroxysms of uncontrollable laughter; I had to steady her with my arm, lest she fell off my lap. Then Swati too unburdened herself with the mother of all burps, sending both of us into another fit of hysterical laughter. When we finally stopped laughing we felt breathless, drained & light headed; our stomachs ached.
Suddenly the mood changed. I tugged open the knot of the sash at the waist of her gown and pulled it off her shoulders. She wore nothing underneath. She shrugged off the gown, changed her position and now sat facing me; her legs straddled mine and her arms wrapped around my neck. I placed my hands under her heavy breasts and hefted them, feeling their weight. I kneaded and fondled them gently yet firmly, feeling the mammary glands slither hither & thither under a deep layer of fat. My greasy fingers pinched and rolled her nipples until they became stiff and shiny. All the while, Swati kept looking deep into my eyes, keeping steady and not reacting at all, except for the little, almost inaudible moans that involuntarily escaped her lips.
"Oh God, Sameer! You know how to push exactly the right buttons!" She whispered hoarsely. An unmistakable scent of arousal wafted up from her open pussy. I felt her warm juices trickle down on my trousers. My hand crept to her crotch, but she stopped me.
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