Adultery Worship: But Not The Planned One by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

But she did notice it, when encouraged by her silence, his thumb searched for her nipple. She looked down and watched his thumb at circled and looked in all the wrong places. "What does a boy know about the anatomy of a woman?" she thought, watching him move his thumb every which way. Once he came close to her areola but the wire of her bra misled him to thinking he was in the wrong direction.


Suddenly, she felt excited at the thought that being a teacher to a youth, initiating him to the body of a woman was a titillating thought, too. All these days she only planned on bedding the older lot. Suddenly, the education of a young man in the ways of being with a woman appealed to her. And she remembered something her husband had once told her which warmed her further to this thought.

She looked up at him and laughed. Her laugh was a tinkle befitting a courtesan. But it was her eyes that spoke. And she was famous for that. At many of her husband's office gatherings, or indeed at family functions, it was with her eyes that she spoke to the men she flirted with.

With not a word spoken, but with gestures, laughs and sparkling eyes, Shobha had always communicated sexually with each one. Her flirtation bordered on aggressive sexuality and she used her body to leave the man in no doubt.

So it was with Srikant now.

"Looking for something?" she asked. Srikant started to remove his hand.

"Don't stir," she hissed at him. On her other breast she placed her own hand and with a subtle movement toggled her already erect nipple to show him where to find it. She felt ripples of pleasure with her self -- manipulation and waited to see if the boy had any treat for her.

He proved a good student at this one step, finding the nipple where she showed it would be. The aroused, erect state of the nipple surprised him and he felt the first flow of wetness in his underwear.

He carefully felt its contours and imagined that in his mouth. He was drenched now and desperately needed to stroke himself. He could have moved his free hand to his crotch but he did not want to lose contact with her breast and the nipple.

Lust makes a person bolder than he or she should be. Srikant in his desperate lust shuffled forward so that his crotch pressed against Shobha mami's lower abdomen. He pressed as hard he needed to so that his cock felt a much-needed squeeze. And when he had pressed all that he could, he felt the softness of her abdomen and wished for something hard to grind himself against.

But Shobha was no less aware for that -- she felt the cock on her and she thought she felt the young man grind himself. She knew that grinding thing -- she had seen her cousin Shashidhar run the base of his palm over his crotch more than once while watching her from a short distance. She didn't think Shashidhar had been signaling her or would be so crass- she felt it was an involuntary action on his part at the uncontrolled erection he had worked himself up to, fantasizing over his cousin.

And it was the same now it seemed with Srikant, in this unlikeliest of places -- at the gateway to a temple. "We are not yet past the entrance gate," she rationalized to herself as she felt herself warming to the situation and wanting to do more with this young man.

With a naughtiness typical of her, she gently rolled her stomach so that she responded to his grind with one of her own. Srikant felt the relief of a proper massage to his cock and sucked his breath inward. It seemed so purposeful, "Was it deliberate?" he wondered. In the next instant his doubts multiplied. On the pretext of adjusting her saree Shobha moved her right across between their bodies. The back of her hand rested on his crotch. She rolled it over the trunk of his cock feeling its contours. The moment she had a sense of its alignment she spread her index and middle finger. The forked fingers moved up the cock and as she came up on the head she narrowed her fingers, squeezing the tip the best she could.

Srikant shuddered as his cock released a small quantum of cum in relief. She felt the shudder too, and also the warmth and was that moistness? Involuntarily, her face reddening she looked up to see the reaction on the boy's face and their eyes met. Shobha mami knew lust when she saw it. She quickly looked away.

At once she felt both sorry for having created a situation that was not immediately solvable and excited at having seduced Srikant. She felt her throat dry up.

Till today, all her sexual fantasies had been in her mind. But now, this boy from her neighborhood -- her body and mind seemed ready to sink into a dalliance with him.

The shuffle continued as the crowd and heaved and pushed. Shobha found herself slightly misaligned with Srikant. Her machinations with his cock had moved them askew a wee bit but this was fortuitous. It allowed Shobha to get his thigh between her legs. And while she wanted to do more with that excitable cock of his, she had needs of her own and she added that to her seductive mix.

She splayed open her legs and allowed herself to plant her pussy with the weight of her body behind it, squarely on his thigh. Then to make sure that it was not a passing grind that might be mistaken she bent her hips ever so slightly and rode her pussy up his thigh.

The rub supplied her with simple pleasure. He had never seen or been with a woman and he had no idea beyond the fact that somewhere in that part of the body was where man and woman joined when they responded to their innate desires.

His cock had swelled larger than ever before. Even when he looked at all those nude pictures or clips on the net it had not been this large; nor had it been larger when he fantasized about any and every married woman on the street where he lived - including Shobha mami. He just wanted to be somewhere else where he could masturbate to one more fantasy --this time with more to add to his imagination.

And again. Again she rubbed her pussy against his thigh that he now pushed forward once more. Between the two rubs she had half made up her mind that this boy would be the one which whom she would unleash the real Shobha. The wanton, lust-ridden Shobha. The Shobha who had desires and needs beyond her marital bed and who would it take it wherever it took her.

It inflamed her senses to the point that the second rub brought on sensations that no other part of her body could have provided. She was agape, the lips had unfolded and she sensed the flow and wondered if her groin was going to be one soppy mess by the time she was to reach the sanctum of the temple.

And this time Srikant felt a little more than he had felt the last time. Something more moist and slippery than just the plain body he had felt before, perhaps? He still had no way of knowing. He made up his mind then and there -- he would turn back from the temple. He desperately needed the release and in any case this was not the frame of mind in which one visited the temple.

His mind was in a dizzy whirl with desire and he wondered how much of it was imagined by him and how much real. No -- it was real. Those fingers on him, that deliberate angle she gave her hips so that her pussy would rub on him -- those were not accidents. She had to want to do it for those things to happen.

He would have turned and made a dash for his house and for the one private place he knew there on the rooftop below the water tank. But he did not want to separate his body from that of the desirable woman who rubbed herself against him much as a cat would against a scratching pole.

Anyway, their separation was inevitable and likely to happen soon. At that time he would anyway have to go to the rooftop refuge and masturbate. He controlled his need for release to enjoy what he was getting right now.