Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

My cock instantly hardened as I realized that she was in a tight bikini. Her round tight ass. she walked around while swinging her hips. She was in the bedroom… looking for her top. I couldn’t believe it, I was finally able to see her bouncing boobs. Her areolas were the size of quarters and she had nipples that were like pencil erasers.



As much as I wanted to stare at her tits, I knew that she would notice me and get angry. She was looking for her bikini top, which I saw on a reclining chair in the living room. I stepped into the living room and picked up the skimpy bikini top. If I gave it to her, it would grant me a little more time to admire her tits and she wouldn’t be as angry. 


I walked to the doorway of the bedroom when she had her back to me.

“Looking for this?” I asked as I held up the bikini top with it wrapped around my fingers. 



Meena let out a small shriek of surprise as she bolted around. “Raj, you scared me!” It was only then that she looked at her titties and covered them with her arms. 

“Relax, I was standing in the hallway, I’ve seen them.”

“You were spying on me?!”

On cue, I tossed the bikini top to her. She caught it and began to calm down, just as I planned. 

“I wasn’t spying. I opened the front door and I saw you down the hall. You’re just as beautiful as Hansika and I’ve always admired you and even had a small crush on you. I must admit that I was a little awestruck.” 



She gave a modest smile, and to my surprise, she lowered her arms. She wasn’t covering her tits and was holding the bikini top as if she was about to put it on… but she hadn’t. For some reason, she kept it in her grip.

‘Interesting, very interesting,’ I thought to myself. I decided to push it a little further, to experiment with the situation. “Your boobs are beautiful. I’m guessing that they’re natural?” 



She gave another modest smile; I was actually putting her in a good mood. “Yes. Most people think that they are fake but they are actually real. Why didn’t you think they were fake?”

“You’re always so honest, you don’t seem like the person who would lie about her appearance. Plus you’re already so pretty that breast size doesn’t matter.” 



She began to blush. “My ex-husband never appreciated my looks…” Then she held her tits and jiggled them. “Or the girls.”

“I can’t imagine why, they’re fantastic,” I said, reaching out and cupping one.

Meena stiffened at the feel of my palm against her areola, but she didn’t pull away. 



“Uh, Raj, I don’t think we should be doing this.”

“Relax, it will be our little secret. Besides, a little human contact feels good, doesn’t it?”

She gave a soft moan as I gently squeezed.her titties were even better than her daughter’s! I began massaging it, first with one hand and then two. I then moved my other hand onto her other breast and began squeezing them both. Meena moaned and hummed as I massaged her tits and even pinched the nipples. There was no telling how long it had been since she had felt this.



Before she could stop me, I got behind her, continuing to massage her breasts. Now with more elbow room and straight wrists, I was able to be a little more rough, groping the melons with a firm squeeze, rubbing them in circles like joysticks, and pulling on her nipples to make her  sharp cry. I could take it anymore; I had to have her. I pressed myself against her and ran my tongue up the side of her neck. 



The feel of that lick and my erection poking her ass told her that we had gone to far. She hurriedly stepped forward out of my reach and put on her bikini top. “Hansika uh… Hansika will be back in a few hours. I’ll uh… I’ll be out back.” 



She rushed out of the room without looking back at me and into the kitchen, where she pulled a bottle of white wine out of one of the cabinets. Something told me that she had not planned on taking it with her. She walked outside and lied down on a beach chair out on the yard. She began drinking heavily.

With how fast she was drinking, Meena was passed out in half an hour. I walked outside and waved my hand in front of her face to make sure she was really out. A slight flicker of her eyelids told me that some stimuli was getting through, but she was so drunk that I doubted that she would wake up unless I splashed her with a bucket of water.