29-11-2019, 02:03 PM
And grazing, rubbing and touching upon each other they entered the narrow gateway. At the end of this gateway the crush of people would release into the wide temple courtyard. That might be just a couple of minutes away. In the meantime there was the dark shadow and even more crushing compression of the shaded narrow gateway.
Shobha mami shamelessly gave into her sense of adventure and curiosity. Quickly holding one end of her pallo she put her hand on his hip, cloaking them from the view of anyone who might be to their right. To the left was the darkness of the congested corridor. Her left hand sought out the waistband of Srikant's trousers and slid in.
At her first attempt she encountered the wet mess on the outer of his underwear. She brought her hand up to search out the elastic band of his underwear. Their eyes were locked. Srikant's throat was dry. He opened his mouth as if to say something but nothing was said.
Shobha's hand entered the inner sanctum. She felt the heat of his cock on whatever part of her hand came in contact with it. But beyond the contact there was hardly any space to move her hand. Partly it was the tightness of the waistband of the underwear. Partly it was the lack of space -- everything was occupied by his swollen, engorged cock and it left no place for anything, much less for any movement.
She moved her fingertips, feeling and conveying as much as she could. Her nails scratched him lightly and he winced at their sharpness. She pulled her hand back, giving up on finding more when he caught her wrist and held her back. At that she changed her angle, the pallo on the right slipped from her hand and anyone on the right might have spotted what was happening.
But Shobha was past that. Sweat dripped off her face and chin and her blouse was more soaked than ever. More than the stifling heat in that narrow corridor was the heat she felt inside her and it seemed to drench her. Her hand gained the advantage of moving and she slipped his underwear down as much as it would go.
Then she grabbed his cock and pulled it out of its confines. It now pointed upward, half inside the underwear, the band on its middle and the upper part including the head rearing upward as if for air.
She ran her thumb on that head and encountered the thick, slimy cum that was now welling up from within him. With his one free hand he pulled her close as he shuddered in a micro orgasm from the first touch of a woman. She felt the small jerk and limited release and abruptly slid her hand out and leaving it to him to rescue his trapped cock. She did not want to sully the hand meant to hand over the pooja basket to the priest with the cum of this youngster.
Shobha glanced to her right if anyone had spotted her when that pallo slipped from her hand. There was one man looking at her but that might have been just one of those who enjoyed watching women and girls at the temple; she could not be sure either way.
They burst into the sunlight of the temple courtyard. Eyes squinted to adjust to the glare. While her pallo opened out so she could bring it around her back to her hand, on the front all of it was neatly guided below her breasts so that only her blouse and the bra within was between her and Srikant. She had afforded him a full look at her sumptuous, heavy breasts and her cleavage shimmering as it was with sweat.
In all of three minutes she had unleashed herself and taken her fantasies one step further. She had also unleashed the young boy's pent up sexual desires. His cock felt good -- alive and ready. She had always imagined that this was how a youngster in his first encounter would be. Eager, succulent and gorgeous. She also imagined such a seduction would generate an animal vigor in a young man seeking to devour his first woman; but she so far had no evidence of that. If anything, Srikant had seemed paralyzed.
She had always imagined that these younger, uninitiated men fantasized about every woman in their neighborhood. That is what her husband had confessed to her when she had first asked him about it after their marriage. Her husband had lusted after most of the women in his immediate circle, whether relatives or acquaintances of the family. And indeed, when she had questioned her husband's expert handling of her the very first time he had confessed to having bedded one such woman.
Shobha mami shamelessly gave into her sense of adventure and curiosity. Quickly holding one end of her pallo she put her hand on his hip, cloaking them from the view of anyone who might be to their right. To the left was the darkness of the congested corridor. Her left hand sought out the waistband of Srikant's trousers and slid in.
At her first attempt she encountered the wet mess on the outer of his underwear. She brought her hand up to search out the elastic band of his underwear. Their eyes were locked. Srikant's throat was dry. He opened his mouth as if to say something but nothing was said.
Shobha's hand entered the inner sanctum. She felt the heat of his cock on whatever part of her hand came in contact with it. But beyond the contact there was hardly any space to move her hand. Partly it was the tightness of the waistband of the underwear. Partly it was the lack of space -- everything was occupied by his swollen, engorged cock and it left no place for anything, much less for any movement.
She moved her fingertips, feeling and conveying as much as she could. Her nails scratched him lightly and he winced at their sharpness. She pulled her hand back, giving up on finding more when he caught her wrist and held her back. At that she changed her angle, the pallo on the right slipped from her hand and anyone on the right might have spotted what was happening.
But Shobha was past that. Sweat dripped off her face and chin and her blouse was more soaked than ever. More than the stifling heat in that narrow corridor was the heat she felt inside her and it seemed to drench her. Her hand gained the advantage of moving and she slipped his underwear down as much as it would go.
Then she grabbed his cock and pulled it out of its confines. It now pointed upward, half inside the underwear, the band on its middle and the upper part including the head rearing upward as if for air.
She ran her thumb on that head and encountered the thick, slimy cum that was now welling up from within him. With his one free hand he pulled her close as he shuddered in a micro orgasm from the first touch of a woman. She felt the small jerk and limited release and abruptly slid her hand out and leaving it to him to rescue his trapped cock. She did not want to sully the hand meant to hand over the pooja basket to the priest with the cum of this youngster.
Shobha glanced to her right if anyone had spotted her when that pallo slipped from her hand. There was one man looking at her but that might have been just one of those who enjoyed watching women and girls at the temple; she could not be sure either way.
They burst into the sunlight of the temple courtyard. Eyes squinted to adjust to the glare. While her pallo opened out so she could bring it around her back to her hand, on the front all of it was neatly guided below her breasts so that only her blouse and the bra within was between her and Srikant. She had afforded him a full look at her sumptuous, heavy breasts and her cleavage shimmering as it was with sweat.
In all of three minutes she had unleashed herself and taken her fantasies one step further. She had also unleashed the young boy's pent up sexual desires. His cock felt good -- alive and ready. She had always imagined that this was how a youngster in his first encounter would be. Eager, succulent and gorgeous. She also imagined such a seduction would generate an animal vigor in a young man seeking to devour his first woman; but she so far had no evidence of that. If anything, Srikant had seemed paralyzed.
She had always imagined that these younger, uninitiated men fantasized about every woman in their neighborhood. That is what her husband had confessed to her when she had first asked him about it after their marriage. Her husband had lusted after most of the women in his immediate circle, whether relatives or acquaintances of the family. And indeed, when she had questioned her husband's expert handling of her the very first time he had confessed to having bedded one such woman.
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