02-01-2020, 08:35 AM
(This post was last modified: 02-01-2020, 08:36 AM by Amulraj. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
Things carry on ...
After a few minutes Amol slid his left hand over my shoulder and gently held my arms. I rested my head on his shoulder and placed my left hand on his chest and continued watching the movie. We weren't exactly watching the movie; we were just staring at the screen because our minds were occupied with some other activity.
The seats were large enough for one to sit with knees folded. That's exactly what I did. I got my feet up and placed them near my butt just the way classical dancer sits. After a few moments Amol slid hands under my arms to gently grab my left breast. I looked up at him and saw his face. He had an expression of doubt. I just smiled at him and took his right hand and placed it on my thigh. Our seats were at the top and most of the crowd was sitting in the lower rows. We still looked around to make sure that no one was peeping on us and all we saw were a few couples sitting far away from us but were already busy with each other.
Assured that we wouldn't be disturbed, Amol lowered his head and gave me a gentle kiss on my lips. I closed my eyes as I felt Amol's lips on mine. His lips slowly nibbled my upper lip and I felt his tongue on my lips. Before he could slip his tongue in my mouth, I slipped mine in his. Amol just let me take charge of things just took a back seat as he let my tongue explore the insides of mouth.
Our kisses were passionate but short. We were aware that we were in a public place and we had to be alert. Amol squeezed my breasts hard and I gave out a small yelp. We both giggled at this and continued kissing. Amol slid his hand up my skirt and though I was very conscious about it, I just let him do it. I had decided to let things flow and now was not the time to stop.
His hand slowly creped up to my panties I shivered when he got there. This was the first time that my pussy was touched by someone other than my husband. It felt different, it felt strange but also felt very pleasurable. I moved my hand from his chest slowly down to his crotch. I started rubbing his erection over his jeans which excited Amol and he rubbed my panty covered clit faster. We both shuddered from the manual stimulation of our private parts.
From the first feel itself I got an idea of what lay beneath the jeans. His cock felt large and hard and as I kept rubbing it grew harder. Our hands and mouths were busy pleasuring each other. Amol's left hand was busy on my boobs where as his right hand had now moved aside the panties and was slowly fingering my pussy. My left hand was busy rubbing his crotch and my right hand was firmly holding on to his right wrist.
Time passed like the wind and soon we saw the lights in the theater getting brighter. It was interval time and we quickly disengaged. We quickly sorted our clothes and sat as if nothing had happened. We looked around and saw the other couples do the same things and we laughed.
I looked at Amol who was staring at me. Without a word being spoken we both knew that we were neither interested in the movie nor sitting in the theater. We needed a more private place, a comfortable place and a larger place to continue our sexual exploration of each other.
"My place?" he asked. I blushed and nodded. Amol smiled and we both got up and Amol grabbed my hand and I followed him as we hurriedly left the theater.
"Follow my car." Amol said just before we got into our respective cars. We both raced out of the theater and drove back to his place. It was mid afternoon Sunday and the traffic on the roads was negligible. In a few minutes we stopped outside a large residential complex. My cell phone rang and I saw it was Amol.
"I will drive inside and go up to my apartment. You come in ten minutes later. My building is F wing and apartment number is 805." He said and cut the call.
I saw Amol drive across the street into the complex where as I waited outside in my car. After a few minutes, I slowly drove into the complex and parked my car in the visitor's parking area in front of his wing. I got out of the car and took my hand bag and the bouquet of lilies with me. I couldn't keep the flowers in the car and couldn't take them home either, so, I decided that the best place to keep them was Amol's house.
I got inside the elevator and pressed the button for the 8th floor. As the door closed and the lift started moving up, my breathing got heavier and my heart started beating faster. The few seconds inside the life felt like several minutes. 'This is it Sushmita. You are going to sleep with Amol.' I thought to myself as the lift slowly climbed the building.
I nervously looked at the electrical board on which the numbers for the respective floors glowed one after another. 'I am ready for this?' was the thought that came to my mind but I brushed it off aside thinking that it was too late to turn back now.
The elevator finally stopped and the door opened with a 'bing' sound. I got out of the elevator and looked around for a door with 805 written on it. I soon found it and walked towards it. The door was slightly open and I slowly pushed it and got inside.
Amol was standing in the living room. He had changed into a T-shirt and a pair of shorts. I smiled at him and placed my hand bag on the table.
"These flowers have to be kept in water." I said. Amol quickly raced to the kitchen and brought a vase with water inside. He kept the vase on the table and I placed the flowers inside them. We smiled at each other and then I moved around the living room.
"You have a very beautiful house." I said to Amol. "Thanks. Your presence has made it even more beautiful." he replied.
"Hehe...you really know how to talk." I said with a smile.
Amol just laughed and offered me to show the house. The apartment was a large three bedroom apartment with large balcony to each bedroom. Each bedroom had separate bathroom. The first two bedrooms were used for their intended purposes and the third was modified into an entertainment room. The room was filled with all sorts of fancy things.
There was a large flat screen television in one corner on the room. Below it was a Bose sound system with speakers all across the room. One corner of the room had been converted into a mini bar and behind the bar table there was a large collection of expensive wines and other liquors.
There was a large French window to the room which was for the moment covered with satin dbangs. The wall opposite to the window was filled with posters of the old rock bands. There were posters of right from Elvis, Beatles up to AC/DC. From the posters I realized that Amol was a rock n roll fan. I wasn't much into rock n roll but my husband was a huge buff so I knew a lot of stuff about these bands.
"I bought this place a couple of years ago when my trips to Pune became long and frequent." he said.
"Hmm...Your family doesn't live here with you?" I asked him as I turned around to face him.
"No...they live at my Pali Hill apartment in Mumbai. They come here only during the vacations." He replied.
Amol moved towards the sound system and switched it on. The room was filed with the music soon. The stereo played the soothing music. I recognized the soundtrack. It was Café Del Mar. I loved the music. It was Balearic, easy listening music which helped calm my nerves.
"Enough talk about home and family." he said as he sat down on the red colored velvet couch which was opposite to the TV. He patted on the couch signaling me to sit next to him. I smiled and went to him and sat on the couch.
"Now...Where were we?" he said and came closer to me. I giggled and pulled him closer and we kissed. Unlike in the theater our kiss was slow and relaxed this time. We had all the space and the time in the world do whatever we wanted. Amol patted his laps and I knew what he wanted. I moved over his body and sat on his lap facing him. As I sat on his lap, my skirt got pulled up almost to my ass. We continued kissing and Amol moved my skirt further up and grabbed my ass.
He squeezed my firm ass buns and I moaned into his mouth. I held the back of his head tight and pulled him deeper into my mouth. After a few minutes of kissing, I pulled on his T-shirt. Amol raised his hands and I slid the shirt over his head and threw it away.
My breathing got heavier watching his naked chest. It was broad and smooth without a strand of hair. This is just the way I thought a man's chest should be. My husband had hair on his chest but he wasn't hairy like an ape but he wasn't enthusiastic about shaving it either.
I gently ran my fingers over his torso. I started from his shoulder blades and slowly moved towards his abs. He didn't have a six pack like models but he had a very firm abdomen. We kissed again before Amol started pulling my top. I broke the kiss and took my top off. As soon as my top was off, Amol quickly released the hooks of my bra and it fell down.
He grabbed my large and proud boobs and squeezed them. "Aaah" I moaned as Amol continued squeezing them. He twisted my puffed up nipples a couple of time before latching his mouth on to them. I grabbed his head and pulled him closer, urging him not to stop. He firmly grabbed my breasts before feasting on them.
"Aaahhh...Amol...I can't believe this is happening. I never thought I will be here like this." I said.
He stopped sucking my breasts and looked up at me and smiled. "Believe it baby, this isn't a dream. I wanted you from the first time I saw you. You are so beautiful...so sexy...I love you!" He said before going back to sucking my breasts.
"I love you too Amol...keep sucking my breasts. I just love it when you do that. They have been dying for attention." I moaned loudly.
"Your body is so amazing; you have the sexiest pair I have ever seen. I just want to keep sucking them. I was hooked on to them the first time I saw them last week." He said and nuzzled between my boobs.
"I should have let you continue that night. I want to tell you something. That night I went back home and fingered myself thinking about you. I just can't get you out of my head baby." I said as I pulled his face over my left breast and he sucked on it.
"I knew that Sush...I knew that...I know you want this...you want it bad, don't you?" he said.
"Ohhh yess...I want you...." I said. I pulled his face towards me and kissed him. He kissed back and again went to sucking my tits. After a furious round of sucking my breasts, Amol lifted me and placed me on the couch. He got up and stood near the sofa.
"Take off my pants." he ordered. I, like a submissive slut nodded and dug my fingers in to the elastic of his shorts and his undies. I slowly dragged them down his legs and his erect cock sprung up as soon as I dragged them beyond his thighs.
I gasped in surprise to that sight. His cock was not just long, it was very thick. I must have been a couple of inches longer than my husband's cock but the girth wasn't even close to comparing. The length didn't surprise me as much as the girth did. The head of the cock was like an overgrown mushroom which gave way to an equally thick stem. The foreskin was fair making the blue veins running underneath very visible. The pink head looked fearsome but at the same time it looked equally appealing if not more.
I gently wrapped my hand around his cock. It was so thick that I could barely wrap my fingers around it. I pulled it lightly and the foreskin slipped back to reveal the head. Its hardness was really surprising. It was harder than my husband's cock. I wondered if Amol was really 41 years old.
"Are you really 41 years old?" I asked as I expressed my doubt.
"Why, my cock tells a different story, doesn't it?" he said and laughed.
"It's just....just....amazing." I said finding it difficult to describe it.
It wasn't just the length and the unusual girth of his cock. It was also the appearance. Amol's cock was straight like an arrow unlike my husband whose cock curved upwards. He had completely shaved off his pubic hair which made his cock look even bigger. It was the perfect specimen of manhood.
I slowly started jerking it and Amol moaned. I jerked it with my right hand and fondled his balls with my left. Amol continued moaning at the manual stimulation of his cock and ran his fingers through my hair.
Soon, his cock started oozing pre cum which made my fingers wet. I spread the pre cum on the cock head and continued jerking it. The pre cum made the cock shine and it looked even more magnificent.
'Look at that...it's so amazing. I so want to suck' I thought as I kept my self busy giving Amol a hand job. The hand job continued for a couple of minutes before Amol moved my hand away. He pushed me back at the couch and sat down near its edge. He unbuttoned my skirt and pulled it off my body and threw it away. He dug his fingers into my panty and slowly dragged it down my thighs.
I lifted my ass a little to help him take it off. I was now completely naked in front of a man who wasn't my husband and was naked himself. I closed my legs trying to keep my pussy out of view. It was my modesty which perhaps made me do that but Amol grabbed my knees and pulled them apart. I didn't resist and within a moment my pussy came into his view.
I hadn't shaved my pussy in months and frankly hadn't taken the effort to maintain the growth down there because I never expected to show it to someone. Amol ran his right hand over my pussy. I sighed at his action.
"Your husband likes it hairy?" he asked.
"Nah...he doesn't mind it anyway. With him away I never felt the need to shave it and I didn't know I would be in this situation." I replied.
"Well...let's do what is supposed to be done here." Amol said and got up. He walked into the washroom and came back with a can of shaving foam, a razor and a water sprinkler.
"Have you changed your profession?" I said and giggled.
"Well...I specialize in styling hair of a different kind." He replied. We both laughed at his reply.
Amol then sprinkled some cold water on my hairy pussy and proceeded to apply the foam. I moaned as Amol's hands moved all over my pussy. Amol sprayed a rather large glob of foam on his hands and proceeded to slowly apply it all over my pussy. Amol was taking his time lathering my pussy, practically massaging it.
After applying a generous amount of foam, Amol took the razor and began shaving it. For the next 15 minutes, Amol carefully shaved of my pubic hair. I sighed and cooed as my pussy was cleaned shaved by someone else for the first time in my life. I was lying on the couch with my head against the back rest, my legs rested on the couch, spread wide to give Amol access.
It felt weird to be in this pose, being treated like this but it was extremely erotic. He then cleaned off the remainder of the foam with water and wiped it clean. I watched in wonder how I had let another man shave my pussy.
Amol then lifted my left leg and placed it on his shoulder. He started massing my feet gently before kissing it a couple of times. He gently licked the fingers and took the thumb in his mouth and started sucking it.
My feet are extremely ticklish and I giggled uncontrollably as Amol kept on sucking my toe. He deliberately tickled my feet heightening the pleasure. He did the same to the other feet and then started kissing his way up to my knees.
"We are done with pedicure...now lets start 'pussycure." he said. I giggled at that comment. No one had used such words with me, not even my husband. I liked Amol's dirty talking; it was so taboo, just like the other things that were happening here.
He came close to my crotch and placed my legs on his shoulders. I could feel his warm breath on my thighs. He gently started kissing and licking my thighs and slowly made his way to my pussy. He brought his face an inch away from my pussy and inhaled deeply.
"Aaah...intoxicating!" he moaned and exhaled. He then gently blew air on my pussy. The cold air on my hot pussy made me shiver. Amol took out his tongue and delicately licked my clit. I shuddered as his rough tongue rubbed my clit. He kissed my pussy for a couple of times before dragging his rough tongue all over the length of my pussy.
"Ummm...." I moaned as I bit my lower lip. After being sex starved for months, I was lying naked, getting my pussy eaten. Amol increased the speed and pressure of his tongue steadily. He focused his tongue in two places, the clit and the hole. He alternated between sucking my clit and tongue fucking my pussy hole. He wasn't just assaulting my pussy; he was also assaulting my senses.
I could feel my heart beating faster and beads of sweat over my body. My moans were getting louder and my vision getting hazier. Amol grabbed my boobs and started squeezing them. He pinched and twisted them hard. The licking and the pinching made me scream but I muffled my screams by covering my mouth with my hand.
It must have been barely a minute after Amol started licking that I sensed my orgasm approaching. I am usually a silent cummer but this time I was exactly the opposite. I started hollering and screaming and my body bucked and writhe as I got closer to the edge. Amol realized my situation and licked my pussy harder.
"Aahh...Aahh...yeah...yeah..." I screamed as I got to the edge. Amol pinched my nipples hard and that's what did it. I arched my back as I squirted my love juices all over Amol's face.
"Whoa!...ha ha ..." Amol laughed as my cum splattered all over his face. He moved back and his eyes were closed because of all the cum deposit.
"I am sorry...so sorry!" I said as I realized what had happened and sat up immediately.
"Hehe...no worries...in fact I love it!" he said as he got up and walked over to washroom.
He came out a few seconds later with a towel. I felt very awkward because I had never squirted in my life.
"It looks like you haven't been licked so well before." he said as he sat next to me.
I nodded in affirmative. Vivek wasn't much into going down on me. He did like receiving blowjobs but didn't reciprocate with equal enthusiasm. Amol leaned over and kissed me. I could taste my own juices smeared on his lips. This was some kinky shit I was doing here, I thought. Amol then moved down to my breasts and sucked them for a while.
"Sush...I want you to suck my cock!" he said as he looked into my eyes before kissing me hard. My breathing got intense just listening to those words. The way he said that was so passionate, so assertive, and so powerful. I looked down at his cock; it was semi erect but still looked awe inspiring. I simply couldn't refuse, even though I didn't want to.
I just nodded and got off the couch and kneeled in front of him and positioned my self between his legs. I gently held his cock and ran my fingers all over his it and then softly fondled his balls. The manly scent of his cock was making me dizzy. His cock twitched from the slightest touch of my fingers and oozed pre cum from the tip. The ball sack was massive and heavy, probably filled with a lot of cum.
I brought my mouth closer to his cock and lightly licked the head. I concentrated my licks on the slit of his cock. Pre cum started oozing out of the slit and I licked it with the tip of my tongue. The cock was slowly getting erect with each lick. I lowered my mouth on to his balls and took the sack my mouth. Amol sighed loudly in pleasure and held my head with his hand. He started running his fingers through my hair, caressing my head as he received pleasure from my mouth.
After sucking on his balls for a minute I raised my head up again to notice that his cock was fully erect. I watched with wide eyes, the sight of his erect cock just and inch away from my eager mouth. I noticed Amol smile at me. He realized the effect his cock was having on me. I shyly smiled at him and slowly started jerking his cock.
I held his cock against his stomach and started licking from the base of the shaft. I slowly dragged my wet tongue on the underside of his shaft and slowly licked up to the underside of the cock head. I clamped my lips on the underside of the cock head and started sucking and licking it.
Ohhhh..." Amol moaned as my soft, wet lips moved on his cock. Thick drops of cum oozed from the tip and slid on to my lips. I moved my tongue over my lips to taste the salty tangy cum. The cock head was covered with a sticky, shiny layer of pre cum which was waiting to be licked. I moved my lips slowly over the head and gobbled it. As soon as the head entered my mouth, I swirled my tongue around it and lapped up all the cum. Amol's engorged cock head felt incredible in my mouth. I focused my attention on the head by sucking and licking it.
I loved oral sex and was always enthusiastic about it. I can say that I loved it more than the actual intercourse. I would be lying if I said I didn't like someone going down on me but I loved it even more when I went down on someone. Till now the only man to have seen my love for oral sex was my husband who himself wasn't a very big fan of going down on me but would love to get his shaft sucked. I did feel deprived at times but didn't mind it because I derived all the pleasure from sucking his cock.
But today I was with a man who shared my love of oral sex and had just given me the best pussy licking of my life. With the treatment my pussy had received I was more than happy to oblige and return the favor; and with this perfect specimen of manhood inside my mouth, I could suck for hours.
With my lips firmly latched on to his cock, I looked at Amol. His face displayed satisfaction; satisfaction not just physical but also mental. The look on his face was that of a man who had achieved what he had set out to do. The sense of victory was clear on his face. The battle that had raged on for weeks had been won. He had managed to seduce to me and make me dance to his tune.
From throwing angry rants at him a few weeks ago I was now kneeling in front of him, buck naked, willing sucking his cock and enjoying it. His conquest wasn't just complete mentally but also physically.
It was as if we were in a different dimension where the 'Mangalsutra' jingling between my boobs as my head bobbed up and down on his cock head had no meaning. I was not a wife, a mother, a daughter in law. Here I was just his slut willing to do whatever he pleased. Yesterday I had convinced my self to let fate take its course; fate, the unknown future, the sense of unpredictability, the suspense and the excitement of anticipation.
I exactly knew where I was headed and 'fate' was just an excuse to rub off the guilt and misery that this adulterous behavior would bring upon me. And at this point that was something that didn't worry me. It was only him and me here and the only feeling was of love and an incredible wave of lust.
I opened my mouth wider to fit Amol's unusually thick shaft, the deeper it went, it stretched my mouth further. I could barely swallow half of him and my jaw would hurt.
After spending a few minutes on his shaft I went back to sucking his cock head. What turned me on when giving head was to look at my lover and that's exactly what I did. I applied a little pressure on the head with my mouth and started withdrawing. A second later his cock got out of my mouth with a loud 'pop' sound. We both laughed at that.
I held his cock in my hand and rubbed it on my nipples covering them with his cum. As the cock rubbed on my nipples they became harder and more sensitive. What Amol did next wasn't what I expected. He sat up, bent his head down and sucked on my left breast. After a few hard sucks, he moved his mouth over to my right breast and sucked on it too. That was so kinky! Amol was licking his own cum. He then moved up and kissed me. The passionate kiss made me moan into his mouth.
"Let's change positions." Amol said as he got off the couch and asked me to get on it.
He then explained to me how he wanted me to position my self on the couch. I moved accordingly and soon I was in a position which he wanted me to be in. I was lying inverted on the couch, with my legs over the back rest, my torso on the couch and my head suspended over the edge of the couch. My hair was touching the floor.
This was by far the weirdest position I had tried to date. The only purpose of the couch in my house was to sit on or at the max lie down to take a nap. I had never used it for anything else let alone to have sex. I lived with my in laws so all the sex with my husband was confined to the bedroom and the naughtiest thing that we had ever done on a couch was make out.
"This is the strangest position I have ever tried." I expressed my feelings loudly.
"Haha...this is just the beginning love." Amol said. I smiled back at him, at the same time thinking of what other perverted things were on his mind.
With me in that position, Amol kneeled near my head, with his cock pointing towards my mouth. I knew that he wanted and opened my mouth wide. Amol inserted his cock into my mouth and began moving forward. He inserted his cock deeper into my mouth till the head touched the throat. I gagged and coughed and Amol took his cock out of my mouth. A few seconds later I normalized and opened my mouth to take him inside. His cock touched the throat and again I coughed. This happened a couple of times more before I learnt to relax my throat enough for him to go deeper.
Soon Amol was fucking my mouth. I had gotten used to the girth of his cock and my jaw didn't hurt as much. I had relaxed my throat completely and the cock would just slide down my throat and slid back out. Amol was in complete control now. He controlled the depth and the pace of the fucking and all I did was open my mouth wide and take his monster of a cock deeper.
He squeezed my breasts with his hands as he continued fucking my mouth. He twisted my nipples and I moaned loudly as he did it. He then moved his hands to my abdomen and caressed it. Slowly his right hand moved towards my pussy and his left hand withdrew back to my boobs. As soon as I felt his fingers on my pussy, I spread my legs wider to give him access.
Amol inserted his thick finger deep in to my pussy and started fingering me. At the same time he flicked my clit with his thumb. He then went on to insert a couple of more fingers and fingered me faster. The assault on my mouth and on my pussy was too much for me and I felt another orgasm. As my orgasm fast approached, I sensed his stroking getting faster. I noticed his balls had gotten tighter and I knew that he too was close to cumming.
As we approached our climaxes, our mutual stimulation got even more intense. Amol fucked my mouth faster and harder and fingered my pussy deeper. It was a few seconds later that I started moaning so loudly that Amol knew I was just there. He removed his fingers from my pussy and replaced it with his mouth. As Amol bent towards my pussy, his cock went deeper into my mouth.
He began sucking my pussy harder and just a few seconds later I came with a huge moan. Like the last orgasm, I squirted my cum but this time it went straight into Amol's mouth. Amol, who wasn't to far from cumming himself, was pushed over the edge seeing me cum like that. Thick strands of cum gushed from his cock into my mouth and even though I kept swallowing it, I couldn't keep up with the flow. Amol bucked and jerked as a wave of intense pleasure washed over him. As he wildly bucked, his cock slipped out of my mouth and he started squirting his cum on my face.
We must have cum together for at least half a minute before we both stopped. I don't know about Amol but this was the most intense orgasm I had experienced in my 7 years of active sex life. Amol was still licking my pussy so I also took him back into my mouth and started licking his semi erect cock. We both cleaned each other's private parts with our tongues before Amol withdrew.
I was too tired to get up so I just stayed there and saw Amol get a wet towel and start cleaning me up. He cleaned my face and my pussy before holding my shoulders and pushing me up to lay down on the couch with my head over the hand rest. Amol sat next to me on the floor. Our breathing was still pretty heavy and we just smiled at each other without uttering a single word.
Amol moved forward towards me and kissed me. We could taste each other's juices as we engaged in a post coital kiss. He got on the couch and placed him self right above me. I spread my legs to accommodate his hips. We engaged in a series of kisses before I felt his cock gaining erection. He started rubbing it over my pussy as we were still engaged in a passionate kiss.
"Mmm....No Amol...Don't go there..." I said as I suddenly broke the kiss.
"Why not?" He asked.
"I think we shouldn't take things that far so soon. I love you and I really enjoyed what just happened between us but I am not ready to go all the way. I hope you understand." I said with genuine concern.
He smiled and kissed me before said, "I understand my love. There is no hurry. I want you to be absolutely comfortable."
We kissed again before he got off me and walked into the bathroom. I got up after a few seconds and followed him. As in entered the bathroom I saw him standing at the other end of the bathroom, his semi erect cock was squirting urine into the commode. He sensed my presence and turned back to look at me. He smiled and I smiled back at him a little embarrassed.
He moved towards the tap and started washing his cock. I sat on the commode and began relieving myself. Amol then moved back towards me and pointed his wet cock towards my mouth. I giggled at the kinkiness of the moment and happily took him inside my mouth.
This was absolutely weird. I was peeing and sucking on a cock. After I was done peeing, Amol held my hand and gently pulled me under the shower. He turned the shower on and we started bathing each other but not before Amol made me go down on my knees and take care of his raging hard on.
After several minutes we finished with shower and came out. I gathered all my clothes and started dressing up. I wore my bra and started looking for my panties.
"Is this what you are looking for?" Amol said, holding my panties in his hand.
"Give it back Amol." I said as I smiled at his naughty behavior.
"I am going to keep this as a souvenir of this lovely afternoon." He said.
"But Amol I am wearing a skirt. I need those back." I said with a tone of embarrassment.
"Well...that makes things interesting. I want you to go back home commando style." He said before laughing.
I had no choice and I got dressed without wearing my panties. Amol kept my panties inside his cupboard and escorted me to the living room. We engaged in another round of passionate kissing before I moved out of his apartment.
He stood at the door as we watched each other till the elevator arrived. I got into the elevator and soon I was driving back home.
As I drove back home, a worrying thought sprouted in my mind. 'What have I done?' I thought to myself. But a second later, I smiled as I relived the afternoon with Amol. As I drove my car, I saw the setting Sun reminding me that the day had come to an end but a new phase in my life had just begun. I reassured my self that I would let 'fate' take its course and just kept driving.
After a few minutes Amol slid his left hand over my shoulder and gently held my arms. I rested my head on his shoulder and placed my left hand on his chest and continued watching the movie. We weren't exactly watching the movie; we were just staring at the screen because our minds were occupied with some other activity.
The seats were large enough for one to sit with knees folded. That's exactly what I did. I got my feet up and placed them near my butt just the way classical dancer sits. After a few moments Amol slid hands under my arms to gently grab my left breast. I looked up at him and saw his face. He had an expression of doubt. I just smiled at him and took his right hand and placed it on my thigh. Our seats were at the top and most of the crowd was sitting in the lower rows. We still looked around to make sure that no one was peeping on us and all we saw were a few couples sitting far away from us but were already busy with each other.
Assured that we wouldn't be disturbed, Amol lowered his head and gave me a gentle kiss on my lips. I closed my eyes as I felt Amol's lips on mine. His lips slowly nibbled my upper lip and I felt his tongue on my lips. Before he could slip his tongue in my mouth, I slipped mine in his. Amol just let me take charge of things just took a back seat as he let my tongue explore the insides of mouth.
Our kisses were passionate but short. We were aware that we were in a public place and we had to be alert. Amol squeezed my breasts hard and I gave out a small yelp. We both giggled at this and continued kissing. Amol slid his hand up my skirt and though I was very conscious about it, I just let him do it. I had decided to let things flow and now was not the time to stop.
His hand slowly creped up to my panties I shivered when he got there. This was the first time that my pussy was touched by someone other than my husband. It felt different, it felt strange but also felt very pleasurable. I moved my hand from his chest slowly down to his crotch. I started rubbing his erection over his jeans which excited Amol and he rubbed my panty covered clit faster. We both shuddered from the manual stimulation of our private parts.
From the first feel itself I got an idea of what lay beneath the jeans. His cock felt large and hard and as I kept rubbing it grew harder. Our hands and mouths were busy pleasuring each other. Amol's left hand was busy on my boobs where as his right hand had now moved aside the panties and was slowly fingering my pussy. My left hand was busy rubbing his crotch and my right hand was firmly holding on to his right wrist.
Time passed like the wind and soon we saw the lights in the theater getting brighter. It was interval time and we quickly disengaged. We quickly sorted our clothes and sat as if nothing had happened. We looked around and saw the other couples do the same things and we laughed.
I looked at Amol who was staring at me. Without a word being spoken we both knew that we were neither interested in the movie nor sitting in the theater. We needed a more private place, a comfortable place and a larger place to continue our sexual exploration of each other.
"My place?" he asked. I blushed and nodded. Amol smiled and we both got up and Amol grabbed my hand and I followed him as we hurriedly left the theater.
"Follow my car." Amol said just before we got into our respective cars. We both raced out of the theater and drove back to his place. It was mid afternoon Sunday and the traffic on the roads was negligible. In a few minutes we stopped outside a large residential complex. My cell phone rang and I saw it was Amol.
"I will drive inside and go up to my apartment. You come in ten minutes later. My building is F wing and apartment number is 805." He said and cut the call.
I saw Amol drive across the street into the complex where as I waited outside in my car. After a few minutes, I slowly drove into the complex and parked my car in the visitor's parking area in front of his wing. I got out of the car and took my hand bag and the bouquet of lilies with me. I couldn't keep the flowers in the car and couldn't take them home either, so, I decided that the best place to keep them was Amol's house.
I got inside the elevator and pressed the button for the 8th floor. As the door closed and the lift started moving up, my breathing got heavier and my heart started beating faster. The few seconds inside the life felt like several minutes. 'This is it Sushmita. You are going to sleep with Amol.' I thought to myself as the lift slowly climbed the building.
I nervously looked at the electrical board on which the numbers for the respective floors glowed one after another. 'I am ready for this?' was the thought that came to my mind but I brushed it off aside thinking that it was too late to turn back now.
The elevator finally stopped and the door opened with a 'bing' sound. I got out of the elevator and looked around for a door with 805 written on it. I soon found it and walked towards it. The door was slightly open and I slowly pushed it and got inside.
Amol was standing in the living room. He had changed into a T-shirt and a pair of shorts. I smiled at him and placed my hand bag on the table.
"These flowers have to be kept in water." I said. Amol quickly raced to the kitchen and brought a vase with water inside. He kept the vase on the table and I placed the flowers inside them. We smiled at each other and then I moved around the living room.
"You have a very beautiful house." I said to Amol. "Thanks. Your presence has made it even more beautiful." he replied.
"Hehe...you really know how to talk." I said with a smile.
Amol just laughed and offered me to show the house. The apartment was a large three bedroom apartment with large balcony to each bedroom. Each bedroom had separate bathroom. The first two bedrooms were used for their intended purposes and the third was modified into an entertainment room. The room was filled with all sorts of fancy things.
There was a large flat screen television in one corner on the room. Below it was a Bose sound system with speakers all across the room. One corner of the room had been converted into a mini bar and behind the bar table there was a large collection of expensive wines and other liquors.
There was a large French window to the room which was for the moment covered with satin dbangs. The wall opposite to the window was filled with posters of the old rock bands. There were posters of right from Elvis, Beatles up to AC/DC. From the posters I realized that Amol was a rock n roll fan. I wasn't much into rock n roll but my husband was a huge buff so I knew a lot of stuff about these bands.
"I bought this place a couple of years ago when my trips to Pune became long and frequent." he said.
"Hmm...Your family doesn't live here with you?" I asked him as I turned around to face him.
"No...they live at my Pali Hill apartment in Mumbai. They come here only during the vacations." He replied.
Amol moved towards the sound system and switched it on. The room was filed with the music soon. The stereo played the soothing music. I recognized the soundtrack. It was Café Del Mar. I loved the music. It was Balearic, easy listening music which helped calm my nerves.
"Enough talk about home and family." he said as he sat down on the red colored velvet couch which was opposite to the TV. He patted on the couch signaling me to sit next to him. I smiled and went to him and sat on the couch.
"Now...Where were we?" he said and came closer to me. I giggled and pulled him closer and we kissed. Unlike in the theater our kiss was slow and relaxed this time. We had all the space and the time in the world do whatever we wanted. Amol patted his laps and I knew what he wanted. I moved over his body and sat on his lap facing him. As I sat on his lap, my skirt got pulled up almost to my ass. We continued kissing and Amol moved my skirt further up and grabbed my ass.
He squeezed my firm ass buns and I moaned into his mouth. I held the back of his head tight and pulled him deeper into my mouth. After a few minutes of kissing, I pulled on his T-shirt. Amol raised his hands and I slid the shirt over his head and threw it away.
My breathing got heavier watching his naked chest. It was broad and smooth without a strand of hair. This is just the way I thought a man's chest should be. My husband had hair on his chest but he wasn't hairy like an ape but he wasn't enthusiastic about shaving it either.
I gently ran my fingers over his torso. I started from his shoulder blades and slowly moved towards his abs. He didn't have a six pack like models but he had a very firm abdomen. We kissed again before Amol started pulling my top. I broke the kiss and took my top off. As soon as my top was off, Amol quickly released the hooks of my bra and it fell down.
He grabbed my large and proud boobs and squeezed them. "Aaah" I moaned as Amol continued squeezing them. He twisted my puffed up nipples a couple of time before latching his mouth on to them. I grabbed his head and pulled him closer, urging him not to stop. He firmly grabbed my breasts before feasting on them.
"Aaahhh...Amol...I can't believe this is happening. I never thought I will be here like this." I said.
He stopped sucking my breasts and looked up at me and smiled. "Believe it baby, this isn't a dream. I wanted you from the first time I saw you. You are so beautiful...so sexy...I love you!" He said before going back to sucking my breasts.
"I love you too Amol...keep sucking my breasts. I just love it when you do that. They have been dying for attention." I moaned loudly.
"Your body is so amazing; you have the sexiest pair I have ever seen. I just want to keep sucking them. I was hooked on to them the first time I saw them last week." He said and nuzzled between my boobs.
"I should have let you continue that night. I want to tell you something. That night I went back home and fingered myself thinking about you. I just can't get you out of my head baby." I said as I pulled his face over my left breast and he sucked on it.
"I knew that Sush...I knew that...I know you want this...you want it bad, don't you?" he said.
"Ohhh yess...I want you...." I said. I pulled his face towards me and kissed him. He kissed back and again went to sucking my tits. After a furious round of sucking my breasts, Amol lifted me and placed me on the couch. He got up and stood near the sofa.
"Take off my pants." he ordered. I, like a submissive slut nodded and dug my fingers in to the elastic of his shorts and his undies. I slowly dragged them down his legs and his erect cock sprung up as soon as I dragged them beyond his thighs.
I gasped in surprise to that sight. His cock was not just long, it was very thick. I must have been a couple of inches longer than my husband's cock but the girth wasn't even close to comparing. The length didn't surprise me as much as the girth did. The head of the cock was like an overgrown mushroom which gave way to an equally thick stem. The foreskin was fair making the blue veins running underneath very visible. The pink head looked fearsome but at the same time it looked equally appealing if not more.
I gently wrapped my hand around his cock. It was so thick that I could barely wrap my fingers around it. I pulled it lightly and the foreskin slipped back to reveal the head. Its hardness was really surprising. It was harder than my husband's cock. I wondered if Amol was really 41 years old.
"Are you really 41 years old?" I asked as I expressed my doubt.
"Why, my cock tells a different story, doesn't it?" he said and laughed.
"It's just....just....amazing." I said finding it difficult to describe it.
It wasn't just the length and the unusual girth of his cock. It was also the appearance. Amol's cock was straight like an arrow unlike my husband whose cock curved upwards. He had completely shaved off his pubic hair which made his cock look even bigger. It was the perfect specimen of manhood.
I slowly started jerking it and Amol moaned. I jerked it with my right hand and fondled his balls with my left. Amol continued moaning at the manual stimulation of his cock and ran his fingers through my hair.
Soon, his cock started oozing pre cum which made my fingers wet. I spread the pre cum on the cock head and continued jerking it. The pre cum made the cock shine and it looked even more magnificent.
'Look at that...it's so amazing. I so want to suck' I thought as I kept my self busy giving Amol a hand job. The hand job continued for a couple of minutes before Amol moved my hand away. He pushed me back at the couch and sat down near its edge. He unbuttoned my skirt and pulled it off my body and threw it away. He dug his fingers into my panty and slowly dragged it down my thighs.
I lifted my ass a little to help him take it off. I was now completely naked in front of a man who wasn't my husband and was naked himself. I closed my legs trying to keep my pussy out of view. It was my modesty which perhaps made me do that but Amol grabbed my knees and pulled them apart. I didn't resist and within a moment my pussy came into his view.
I hadn't shaved my pussy in months and frankly hadn't taken the effort to maintain the growth down there because I never expected to show it to someone. Amol ran his right hand over my pussy. I sighed at his action.
"Your husband likes it hairy?" he asked.
"Nah...he doesn't mind it anyway. With him away I never felt the need to shave it and I didn't know I would be in this situation." I replied.
"Well...let's do what is supposed to be done here." Amol said and got up. He walked into the washroom and came back with a can of shaving foam, a razor and a water sprinkler.
"Have you changed your profession?" I said and giggled.
"Well...I specialize in styling hair of a different kind." He replied. We both laughed at his reply.
Amol then sprinkled some cold water on my hairy pussy and proceeded to apply the foam. I moaned as Amol's hands moved all over my pussy. Amol sprayed a rather large glob of foam on his hands and proceeded to slowly apply it all over my pussy. Amol was taking his time lathering my pussy, practically massaging it.
After applying a generous amount of foam, Amol took the razor and began shaving it. For the next 15 minutes, Amol carefully shaved of my pubic hair. I sighed and cooed as my pussy was cleaned shaved by someone else for the first time in my life. I was lying on the couch with my head against the back rest, my legs rested on the couch, spread wide to give Amol access.
It felt weird to be in this pose, being treated like this but it was extremely erotic. He then cleaned off the remainder of the foam with water and wiped it clean. I watched in wonder how I had let another man shave my pussy.
Amol then lifted my left leg and placed it on his shoulder. He started massing my feet gently before kissing it a couple of times. He gently licked the fingers and took the thumb in his mouth and started sucking it.
My feet are extremely ticklish and I giggled uncontrollably as Amol kept on sucking my toe. He deliberately tickled my feet heightening the pleasure. He did the same to the other feet and then started kissing his way up to my knees.
"We are done with pedicure...now lets start 'pussycure." he said. I giggled at that comment. No one had used such words with me, not even my husband. I liked Amol's dirty talking; it was so taboo, just like the other things that were happening here.
He came close to my crotch and placed my legs on his shoulders. I could feel his warm breath on my thighs. He gently started kissing and licking my thighs and slowly made his way to my pussy. He brought his face an inch away from my pussy and inhaled deeply.
"Aaah...intoxicating!" he moaned and exhaled. He then gently blew air on my pussy. The cold air on my hot pussy made me shiver. Amol took out his tongue and delicately licked my clit. I shuddered as his rough tongue rubbed my clit. He kissed my pussy for a couple of times before dragging his rough tongue all over the length of my pussy.
"Ummm...." I moaned as I bit my lower lip. After being sex starved for months, I was lying naked, getting my pussy eaten. Amol increased the speed and pressure of his tongue steadily. He focused his tongue in two places, the clit and the hole. He alternated between sucking my clit and tongue fucking my pussy hole. He wasn't just assaulting my pussy; he was also assaulting my senses.
I could feel my heart beating faster and beads of sweat over my body. My moans were getting louder and my vision getting hazier. Amol grabbed my boobs and started squeezing them. He pinched and twisted them hard. The licking and the pinching made me scream but I muffled my screams by covering my mouth with my hand.
It must have been barely a minute after Amol started licking that I sensed my orgasm approaching. I am usually a silent cummer but this time I was exactly the opposite. I started hollering and screaming and my body bucked and writhe as I got closer to the edge. Amol realized my situation and licked my pussy harder.
"Aahh...Aahh...yeah...yeah..." I screamed as I got to the edge. Amol pinched my nipples hard and that's what did it. I arched my back as I squirted my love juices all over Amol's face.
"Whoa!...ha ha ..." Amol laughed as my cum splattered all over his face. He moved back and his eyes were closed because of all the cum deposit.
"I am sorry...so sorry!" I said as I realized what had happened and sat up immediately.
"Hehe...no worries...in fact I love it!" he said as he got up and walked over to washroom.
He came out a few seconds later with a towel. I felt very awkward because I had never squirted in my life.
"It looks like you haven't been licked so well before." he said as he sat next to me.
I nodded in affirmative. Vivek wasn't much into going down on me. He did like receiving blowjobs but didn't reciprocate with equal enthusiasm. Amol leaned over and kissed me. I could taste my own juices smeared on his lips. This was some kinky shit I was doing here, I thought. Amol then moved down to my breasts and sucked them for a while.
"Sush...I want you to suck my cock!" he said as he looked into my eyes before kissing me hard. My breathing got intense just listening to those words. The way he said that was so passionate, so assertive, and so powerful. I looked down at his cock; it was semi erect but still looked awe inspiring. I simply couldn't refuse, even though I didn't want to.
I just nodded and got off the couch and kneeled in front of him and positioned my self between his legs. I gently held his cock and ran my fingers all over his it and then softly fondled his balls. The manly scent of his cock was making me dizzy. His cock twitched from the slightest touch of my fingers and oozed pre cum from the tip. The ball sack was massive and heavy, probably filled with a lot of cum.
I brought my mouth closer to his cock and lightly licked the head. I concentrated my licks on the slit of his cock. Pre cum started oozing out of the slit and I licked it with the tip of my tongue. The cock was slowly getting erect with each lick. I lowered my mouth on to his balls and took the sack my mouth. Amol sighed loudly in pleasure and held my head with his hand. He started running his fingers through my hair, caressing my head as he received pleasure from my mouth.
After sucking on his balls for a minute I raised my head up again to notice that his cock was fully erect. I watched with wide eyes, the sight of his erect cock just and inch away from my eager mouth. I noticed Amol smile at me. He realized the effect his cock was having on me. I shyly smiled at him and slowly started jerking his cock.
I held his cock against his stomach and started licking from the base of the shaft. I slowly dragged my wet tongue on the underside of his shaft and slowly licked up to the underside of the cock head. I clamped my lips on the underside of the cock head and started sucking and licking it.
Ohhhh..." Amol moaned as my soft, wet lips moved on his cock. Thick drops of cum oozed from the tip and slid on to my lips. I moved my tongue over my lips to taste the salty tangy cum. The cock head was covered with a sticky, shiny layer of pre cum which was waiting to be licked. I moved my lips slowly over the head and gobbled it. As soon as the head entered my mouth, I swirled my tongue around it and lapped up all the cum. Amol's engorged cock head felt incredible in my mouth. I focused my attention on the head by sucking and licking it.
I loved oral sex and was always enthusiastic about it. I can say that I loved it more than the actual intercourse. I would be lying if I said I didn't like someone going down on me but I loved it even more when I went down on someone. Till now the only man to have seen my love for oral sex was my husband who himself wasn't a very big fan of going down on me but would love to get his shaft sucked. I did feel deprived at times but didn't mind it because I derived all the pleasure from sucking his cock.
But today I was with a man who shared my love of oral sex and had just given me the best pussy licking of my life. With the treatment my pussy had received I was more than happy to oblige and return the favor; and with this perfect specimen of manhood inside my mouth, I could suck for hours.
With my lips firmly latched on to his cock, I looked at Amol. His face displayed satisfaction; satisfaction not just physical but also mental. The look on his face was that of a man who had achieved what he had set out to do. The sense of victory was clear on his face. The battle that had raged on for weeks had been won. He had managed to seduce to me and make me dance to his tune.
From throwing angry rants at him a few weeks ago I was now kneeling in front of him, buck naked, willing sucking his cock and enjoying it. His conquest wasn't just complete mentally but also physically.
It was as if we were in a different dimension where the 'Mangalsutra' jingling between my boobs as my head bobbed up and down on his cock head had no meaning. I was not a wife, a mother, a daughter in law. Here I was just his slut willing to do whatever he pleased. Yesterday I had convinced my self to let fate take its course; fate, the unknown future, the sense of unpredictability, the suspense and the excitement of anticipation.
I exactly knew where I was headed and 'fate' was just an excuse to rub off the guilt and misery that this adulterous behavior would bring upon me. And at this point that was something that didn't worry me. It was only him and me here and the only feeling was of love and an incredible wave of lust.
I opened my mouth wider to fit Amol's unusually thick shaft, the deeper it went, it stretched my mouth further. I could barely swallow half of him and my jaw would hurt.
After spending a few minutes on his shaft I went back to sucking his cock head. What turned me on when giving head was to look at my lover and that's exactly what I did. I applied a little pressure on the head with my mouth and started withdrawing. A second later his cock got out of my mouth with a loud 'pop' sound. We both laughed at that.
I held his cock in my hand and rubbed it on my nipples covering them with his cum. As the cock rubbed on my nipples they became harder and more sensitive. What Amol did next wasn't what I expected. He sat up, bent his head down and sucked on my left breast. After a few hard sucks, he moved his mouth over to my right breast and sucked on it too. That was so kinky! Amol was licking his own cum. He then moved up and kissed me. The passionate kiss made me moan into his mouth.
"Let's change positions." Amol said as he got off the couch and asked me to get on it.
He then explained to me how he wanted me to position my self on the couch. I moved accordingly and soon I was in a position which he wanted me to be in. I was lying inverted on the couch, with my legs over the back rest, my torso on the couch and my head suspended over the edge of the couch. My hair was touching the floor.
This was by far the weirdest position I had tried to date. The only purpose of the couch in my house was to sit on or at the max lie down to take a nap. I had never used it for anything else let alone to have sex. I lived with my in laws so all the sex with my husband was confined to the bedroom and the naughtiest thing that we had ever done on a couch was make out.
"This is the strangest position I have ever tried." I expressed my feelings loudly.
"Haha...this is just the beginning love." Amol said. I smiled back at him, at the same time thinking of what other perverted things were on his mind.
With me in that position, Amol kneeled near my head, with his cock pointing towards my mouth. I knew that he wanted and opened my mouth wide. Amol inserted his cock into my mouth and began moving forward. He inserted his cock deeper into my mouth till the head touched the throat. I gagged and coughed and Amol took his cock out of my mouth. A few seconds later I normalized and opened my mouth to take him inside. His cock touched the throat and again I coughed. This happened a couple of times more before I learnt to relax my throat enough for him to go deeper.
Soon Amol was fucking my mouth. I had gotten used to the girth of his cock and my jaw didn't hurt as much. I had relaxed my throat completely and the cock would just slide down my throat and slid back out. Amol was in complete control now. He controlled the depth and the pace of the fucking and all I did was open my mouth wide and take his monster of a cock deeper.
He squeezed my breasts with his hands as he continued fucking my mouth. He twisted my nipples and I moaned loudly as he did it. He then moved his hands to my abdomen and caressed it. Slowly his right hand moved towards my pussy and his left hand withdrew back to my boobs. As soon as I felt his fingers on my pussy, I spread my legs wider to give him access.
Amol inserted his thick finger deep in to my pussy and started fingering me. At the same time he flicked my clit with his thumb. He then went on to insert a couple of more fingers and fingered me faster. The assault on my mouth and on my pussy was too much for me and I felt another orgasm. As my orgasm fast approached, I sensed his stroking getting faster. I noticed his balls had gotten tighter and I knew that he too was close to cumming.
As we approached our climaxes, our mutual stimulation got even more intense. Amol fucked my mouth faster and harder and fingered my pussy deeper. It was a few seconds later that I started moaning so loudly that Amol knew I was just there. He removed his fingers from my pussy and replaced it with his mouth. As Amol bent towards my pussy, his cock went deeper into my mouth.
He began sucking my pussy harder and just a few seconds later I came with a huge moan. Like the last orgasm, I squirted my cum but this time it went straight into Amol's mouth. Amol, who wasn't to far from cumming himself, was pushed over the edge seeing me cum like that. Thick strands of cum gushed from his cock into my mouth and even though I kept swallowing it, I couldn't keep up with the flow. Amol bucked and jerked as a wave of intense pleasure washed over him. As he wildly bucked, his cock slipped out of my mouth and he started squirting his cum on my face.
We must have cum together for at least half a minute before we both stopped. I don't know about Amol but this was the most intense orgasm I had experienced in my 7 years of active sex life. Amol was still licking my pussy so I also took him back into my mouth and started licking his semi erect cock. We both cleaned each other's private parts with our tongues before Amol withdrew.
I was too tired to get up so I just stayed there and saw Amol get a wet towel and start cleaning me up. He cleaned my face and my pussy before holding my shoulders and pushing me up to lay down on the couch with my head over the hand rest. Amol sat next to me on the floor. Our breathing was still pretty heavy and we just smiled at each other without uttering a single word.
Amol moved forward towards me and kissed me. We could taste each other's juices as we engaged in a post coital kiss. He got on the couch and placed him self right above me. I spread my legs to accommodate his hips. We engaged in a series of kisses before I felt his cock gaining erection. He started rubbing it over my pussy as we were still engaged in a passionate kiss.
"Mmm....No Amol...Don't go there..." I said as I suddenly broke the kiss.
"Why not?" He asked.
"I think we shouldn't take things that far so soon. I love you and I really enjoyed what just happened between us but I am not ready to go all the way. I hope you understand." I said with genuine concern.
He smiled and kissed me before said, "I understand my love. There is no hurry. I want you to be absolutely comfortable."
We kissed again before he got off me and walked into the bathroom. I got up after a few seconds and followed him. As in entered the bathroom I saw him standing at the other end of the bathroom, his semi erect cock was squirting urine into the commode. He sensed my presence and turned back to look at me. He smiled and I smiled back at him a little embarrassed.
He moved towards the tap and started washing his cock. I sat on the commode and began relieving myself. Amol then moved back towards me and pointed his wet cock towards my mouth. I giggled at the kinkiness of the moment and happily took him inside my mouth.
This was absolutely weird. I was peeing and sucking on a cock. After I was done peeing, Amol held my hand and gently pulled me under the shower. He turned the shower on and we started bathing each other but not before Amol made me go down on my knees and take care of his raging hard on.
After several minutes we finished with shower and came out. I gathered all my clothes and started dressing up. I wore my bra and started looking for my panties.
"Is this what you are looking for?" Amol said, holding my panties in his hand.
"Give it back Amol." I said as I smiled at his naughty behavior.
"I am going to keep this as a souvenir of this lovely afternoon." He said.
"But Amol I am wearing a skirt. I need those back." I said with a tone of embarrassment.
"Well...that makes things interesting. I want you to go back home commando style." He said before laughing.
I had no choice and I got dressed without wearing my panties. Amol kept my panties inside his cupboard and escorted me to the living room. We engaged in another round of passionate kissing before I moved out of his apartment.
He stood at the door as we watched each other till the elevator arrived. I got into the elevator and soon I was driving back home.
As I drove back home, a worrying thought sprouted in my mind. 'What have I done?' I thought to myself. But a second later, I smiled as I relived the afternoon with Amol. As I drove my car, I saw the setting Sun reminding me that the day had come to an end but a new phase in my life had just begun. I reassured my self that I would let 'fate' take its course and just kept driving.
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