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Richa Srivastava - A Mature Affair
So I was transferred to Mumbai. My office was in Navi Mumbai. The charm of Mumbai was pay rise and the company had a car at that location. A Santro. The said car was given to an old senior management guy, who was based out of Mumbai in the past. The envy of other branches was that the same car was always in the care and custody of Branch Manager, which I was at that time.
I knew barely few people in Mumbai. One of my long forgotten cousin was working in Mumbai. Long forgotten because my parents were not very social and had not maintained contacts with most of their relatives. I had tried reviving some relations through social networks and weddings etc. I had few of my batchmates also in Mumbai but as during my MBA I was working part time so camaraderie with them were also limited. However, through Alumni network I knew that I was probably the highest paid student of my batch at that time.
I had an ongoing chat friendship with a lecturer in Mumbai. The lady Richa Srivastava was a Bihari Kayasth. She used to teach in mushrooming Management college in Bandra. And I had informed her prior to my coming to Mumbai. She was happy and welcoming. Richa was 5-3, dark on a heavier side with heavy bums and heavy boobs and wore spectacles. She wore middle hair and no body would give this Early 30s childless Lecturer a second look. But the way she used to chat, she was sexy and hungry. Her husband was a mid-senior level manager in one of the logistics companies. That also entailed a lot of travel for him. Many evenings she was alone at home, chatting her way to Orgasm.
I reached Mumbai by air on a Sunday morning First Week of April, 2002. My luggage and belongings were shipped separately. My predecessor in office had happily fixed the lease of One BHK flat in my name in which he was staying. And as his family was already shifted to Bangalore, where the company had opened a new branch, he had invited me to stay with him for next week or so, before he also shifts to Bangalore. This was my first trip to Mumbai and on crossing Thane creek, I was besotted by the wide expanse of water on one side.
So, office was discussed and he had to run some errands during the day, so he went. I preferred flicking channels at his house. When suddenly my phone beeped. (The SMSes are made up to show the kind of communication we had.)
“Welcome to Bombay” It was Richa
“Thanks, but it has been changed to Mumbai long back” I replied.
“Yes, but I talk to people from Bombay only” Pat came another reply.
Few more SMSes and I asked her, “When do we mate?”
Richa: “When my hubby is out of town.”
I: “When is he planning to go?”
Richa: “I don’t ask, when he asks me to pack his bags, I know he is going”
I: “Send him soon. I want to fuck you.”
Richa: “Do you think I am a bitch that will fuck every tom, dick and harry”
I: “No, I think you are a slut who would fuck a huge hairy dick”
Richa: “Matlab chudhna to hai hi” (Means, I have to get fucked)
I: “Quite intelligent and eager too, I assume”
Richa: “With the stories I heard, I am eager as it is going to be different”
I: “You bet”
However, as luck would have it. Though her husband travelled that week, I could not meet her as my predecessor was making me meet existing clients at a hectic pace. He was in a hurry to reunite with his family. So on Saturday night he left and I whiled and whined on Sunday. As I had not met her last week, Richa was also mocking anger at me.
But, from Monday, it was my territory and the office was to be run by me. I made a plan and in the morning fixed a tentative meeting in Bandra itself for Tuesday. I felt like a king in this office. There were four sales guys and one assistant manager. It also had three customer support guys and a separate person for Stores and Accounts. The Mumbai office looked after Pune, Nagpur and Ahmedabad as well and also smaller cities and towns were under me. Though these barely accounted for any business. And there was a mail in my inbox forwarded by my HO of some six students who wanted to intern in our office starting May 1. HR had asked me to select two candidates. I carefully selected two girls and one boy and gave my detailed remarks for the same and sent back to the HO. I was hoping that they would choose both girls because of my remarks, but they choose one girl and the boy for my branch. But that story later.
On Tuesday, I thought of springing a surprise on Richa. I had seen the location on Mumbai city map and in the morning I took off in my car for Bandra. A wrong choice. It took me over two hours of hectic negotiations in traffic to reach Bandra. I concluded my customary meeting with the client and SMSed her. “I am under your window”. I searched for her college and parked my car near that. However, it was more than an hour before her SMS popped up. “Lair”. I called her and assured her that I was near her college and was dying to meet her.
When she walked out of the college gate, I gave her a bouquet of flowers which I had got made for her. We shook hands. Her face looked heavier than her pic. Her boobs were willing to pop out of tight Kurti she was wearing and the jeans she was wearing was surely one side too small. I offered her coffee somewhere nearby. She said, "Coffee, Tea or Me?" I immediately said "You". Later I learnt that there is a book by the name "Coffee, Tea or Me?" She thought for a while and sat in the car and said, “Ghar Chalte hai.” (Let’s go home). She dialled some number and gave some excuse for taking half day leave.
Her house was also very far off from that place in Sakinaka. Which she told me was not very far by Bombay standards. She used to stay in a mid size co-operative society in Mumbai and she had a 2BHK flat. We chattered chattered our way to her flat. During the way she remarked that I look like her students. I teased her whether she fancied any of her students. She was of the opinion, she may fancy many but her students may not fancy her. She thought that because she was not good looking, she may not be of any fancy to many. Her previous affairs had been driven by a mixture of lust and availability. She opened up more on internet and was able to express her desires freely. And only with me she got a chance to meet up. Truth or Lie, I had never delved in these questions when it came to women.
Mumbai is humid in April much like Chennai. So even from the parking to her flat on second floor, we were sweating a bit. She was looking around while opening the door. We entered her flat and it was momentary bewilderment as to what to do, when she hugged me tightly.
Hug led to Kiss and it was a deep kiss with me bending over her. One thing led to another and we were soon cuddling on her Sofa. Between Kisses we came out of clothes, first went my Tie, then my shirt, then her Kurti and Bra. Huge Papaya sized boobs popped out. They were dark and inviting and with a black aerola. The smell of her body was making me mad. She opened the button of her Jeans and while she was opening the zip, I started pulling the jeans out.
The girl who looked quite normal otherwise looked like a sex goddess when nude. Maybe the sex goddess image was inspired by heavy bosomed Mallu movie girls that I had seen in my college. I rued my own foolishness that I had not anticipated it and have not bought condoms.
I was also quick to unbuckle my pants and soon our clothes were lying in her drawing room and we were standing kissing each other. I was madly kissing her boobs while she was pulling my face to kiss me. The raw sex oozed between us. While she kissed me, I pulled one leg of her and placed it on the sofa and angled my dick and pushed in her wet pussy. Ooooooooh what a feeling. Her pussy walls were so moist that my dick just slipped in. It had been ages when I had pushed my dick in a twat without any one first sucking me off. My dick was dry and her pussy was wet and moist.
In a bit awkward position, I was fucking her standing with my knees being bent awkwardly, we both trying to control the weight of each other. And then I pushed her on the sofa and mounted her. In a missionary position fucking her furiously. And as soon as there was the first sensation of cum building, I pulled my dick out.
She wanted to pull me back but I pulled her up and took her to the bedroom. And as I pushed her on bed, I made her go in doggie style and again pushed my dick from being in her pussy. Aaah, the sensation can not be described. My dick slowly slipped in her pussy. The strokes now were slow but steady and we got into a rhythm. Her buttocks were striking my thighs in a rhythmic fashion, and whenever she fastened, I slapped her bums to slow her down. much like this
And in between she was singing
Ufffffffffffffffff, ooooooooooo, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah…..Bahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhooooooooooooooooot mazzaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaa raaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa hai
kya karte ho.......
aur karoooooooooooooooo
And though drilling a gal in doggie style means that man does not have to make much effort, still after few minutes I again felt my cum building in me.
I removed myself from the action and turned her around. I once again attacked those papayas. I asked her if I could bite and leave hikkies, to which she was not OK. In any case, those papayas were sucked in my mouth and the nipples were lightly bitten. By that time the sensation of my cum building subsided. I made myself sit on the headrest of her bed and asked her to suck me. She was reluctant seeing all the wetness of her juices on my dick but then she started. I guess she liked the taste of her own juices on my dick which started as a suck turned into her licking my dick more and her tongue was moving furiously on my dick. And what a suck it was and how engrossed she was that despite my best efforts to keep her away she was at my dick, licking it from bottom to top. From top to bottom. Her tongue moved furiously encircling the tip of my dick.
I held her by the hair and face fucked her for few seconds. I did dick slapping on her face and lips and tongue.
"Kya lund hai.... Mota Saanp hai" (What a dick, it seems like a big snake)
Anaconda hai Anaconda, mujhe kha jaayeha (This is Anaconda, it would devour me)
I finally pushed her in missionary position and mounted her. And what a fuck it was, Richa kept the momentum by lifting her bums to meet my strokes.
In between she also spoke about how she was frightened that I may not like her because of her looks. And how she was accustomed to men dismissing her when she thought that someone would have sex with her. How her husband even looked at other women with lust but did not fuck her enough.
Each time when I felt like the cum is building, I would stop and we would change positions. It was first time that I was trying this method without Gayathri guiding me and I am sure I was doing a good job. Richa in the mean time got tired. She started begging me to stop.
Maar daalo ge kya (Would you kill me?)
Hey Bhagwaan chor do, aur mat karo (Hey God, please spare me, don't do more)
Saale Kutte, Viagra kha ke aaya hai kya (You sonofabitch have you taken Viagra)
Baksh do Mujhe (Please spare me)
And honestly it is a big ego boost for a man when a woman gets too tired of fucking. May be that stems from our old fed notions of masculinity and it is seen a sign of you being a stud.
At last, I hugged her tightly in missionary position and let her cry while I increased the pace to maximum possible. In the noise of fuch fuch fuch fuch which was coming from down under and O O O O O coming from her mouth, I offloaded cum in her pussy.
And when I looked at the watch, it was exactly 50 minutes since I entered her house and 45 minutes of raw sex with her.
Richa was unable to walk properly after the fucking session and when I called her in the evening to know about her 'pussy' she said, swollen and she requested that next time I don't eat Viagra or whatever I ate, otherwise she does not want to engage in any sexual activity with me.
However, in next two and half year that I stayed in Mumbai, I got ultimate sex from her whenever her husband was out of station. Those days, I literally shifted to her flat with my clothes and all and commuted to office from that place itself.
Richa and I even today share a good friendship, which has grown beyond sex and we counsel and talk about a lot of things. She is childless even today and though nearing 50 we still catch up whenever I am in Mumbai and I fucked her last week itself, when I was in Mumbai.
But Mumbai was not only about Richa. Mumbai seems to be most fertile land for all actvities and sex was one of them. Keep glued as other things unfold.
So I was transferred to Mumbai. My office was in Navi Mumbai. The charm of Mumbai was pay rise and the company had a car at that location. A Santro. The said car was given to an old senior management guy, who was based out of Mumbai in the past. The envy of other branches was that the same car was always in the care and custody of Branch Manager, which I was at that time.
I knew barely few people in Mumbai. One of my long forgotten cousin was working in Mumbai. Long forgotten because my parents were not very social and had not maintained contacts with most of their relatives. I had tried reviving some relations through social networks and weddings etc. I had few of my batchmates also in Mumbai but as during my MBA I was working part time so camaraderie with them were also limited. However, through Alumni network I knew that I was probably the highest paid student of my batch at that time.
I had an ongoing chat friendship with a lecturer in Mumbai. The lady Richa Srivastava was a Bihari Kayasth. She used to teach in mushrooming Management college in Bandra. And I had informed her prior to my coming to Mumbai. She was happy and welcoming. Richa was 5-3, dark on a heavier side with heavy bums and heavy boobs and wore spectacles. She wore middle hair and no body would give this Early 30s childless Lecturer a second look. But the way she used to chat, she was sexy and hungry. Her husband was a mid-senior level manager in one of the logistics companies. That also entailed a lot of travel for him. Many evenings she was alone at home, chatting her way to Orgasm.
I reached Mumbai by air on a Sunday morning First Week of April, 2002. My luggage and belongings were shipped separately. My predecessor in office had happily fixed the lease of One BHK flat in my name in which he was staying. And as his family was already shifted to Bangalore, where the company had opened a new branch, he had invited me to stay with him for next week or so, before he also shifts to Bangalore. This was my first trip to Mumbai and on crossing Thane creek, I was besotted by the wide expanse of water on one side.
So, office was discussed and he had to run some errands during the day, so he went. I preferred flicking channels at his house. When suddenly my phone beeped. (The SMSes are made up to show the kind of communication we had.)
“Welcome to Bombay” It was Richa
“Thanks, but it has been changed to Mumbai long back” I replied.
“Yes, but I talk to people from Bombay only” Pat came another reply.
Few more SMSes and I asked her, “When do we mate?”
Richa: “When my hubby is out of town.”
I: “When is he planning to go?”
Richa: “I don’t ask, when he asks me to pack his bags, I know he is going”
I: “Send him soon. I want to fuck you.”
Richa: “Do you think I am a bitch that will fuck every tom, dick and harry”
I: “No, I think you are a slut who would fuck a huge hairy dick”
Richa: “Matlab chudhna to hai hi” (Means, I have to get fucked)
I: “Quite intelligent and eager too, I assume”
Richa: “With the stories I heard, I am eager as it is going to be different”
I: “You bet”
However, as luck would have it. Though her husband travelled that week, I could not meet her as my predecessor was making me meet existing clients at a hectic pace. He was in a hurry to reunite with his family. So on Saturday night he left and I whiled and whined on Sunday. As I had not met her last week, Richa was also mocking anger at me.
But, from Monday, it was my territory and the office was to be run by me. I made a plan and in the morning fixed a tentative meeting in Bandra itself for Tuesday. I felt like a king in this office. There were four sales guys and one assistant manager. It also had three customer support guys and a separate person for Stores and Accounts. The Mumbai office looked after Pune, Nagpur and Ahmedabad as well and also smaller cities and towns were under me. Though these barely accounted for any business. And there was a mail in my inbox forwarded by my HO of some six students who wanted to intern in our office starting May 1. HR had asked me to select two candidates. I carefully selected two girls and one boy and gave my detailed remarks for the same and sent back to the HO. I was hoping that they would choose both girls because of my remarks, but they choose one girl and the boy for my branch. But that story later.
On Tuesday, I thought of springing a surprise on Richa. I had seen the location on Mumbai city map and in the morning I took off in my car for Bandra. A wrong choice. It took me over two hours of hectic negotiations in traffic to reach Bandra. I concluded my customary meeting with the client and SMSed her. “I am under your window”. I searched for her college and parked my car near that. However, it was more than an hour before her SMS popped up. “Lair”. I called her and assured her that I was near her college and was dying to meet her.
When she walked out of the college gate, I gave her a bouquet of flowers which I had got made for her. We shook hands. Her face looked heavier than her pic. Her boobs were willing to pop out of tight Kurti she was wearing and the jeans she was wearing was surely one side too small. I offered her coffee somewhere nearby. She said, "Coffee, Tea or Me?" I immediately said "You". Later I learnt that there is a book by the name "Coffee, Tea or Me?" She thought for a while and sat in the car and said, “Ghar Chalte hai.” (Let’s go home). She dialled some number and gave some excuse for taking half day leave.
Her house was also very far off from that place in Sakinaka. Which she told me was not very far by Bombay standards. She used to stay in a mid size co-operative society in Mumbai and she had a 2BHK flat. We chattered chattered our way to her flat. During the way she remarked that I look like her students. I teased her whether she fancied any of her students. She was of the opinion, she may fancy many but her students may not fancy her. She thought that because she was not good looking, she may not be of any fancy to many. Her previous affairs had been driven by a mixture of lust and availability. She opened up more on internet and was able to express her desires freely. And only with me she got a chance to meet up. Truth or Lie, I had never delved in these questions when it came to women.
Mumbai is humid in April much like Chennai. So even from the parking to her flat on second floor, we were sweating a bit. She was looking around while opening the door. We entered her flat and it was momentary bewilderment as to what to do, when she hugged me tightly.
Hug led to Kiss and it was a deep kiss with me bending over her. One thing led to another and we were soon cuddling on her Sofa. Between Kisses we came out of clothes, first went my Tie, then my shirt, then her Kurti and Bra. Huge Papaya sized boobs popped out. They were dark and inviting and with a black aerola. The smell of her body was making me mad. She opened the button of her Jeans and while she was opening the zip, I started pulling the jeans out.
The girl who looked quite normal otherwise looked like a sex goddess when nude. Maybe the sex goddess image was inspired by heavy bosomed Mallu movie girls that I had seen in my college. I rued my own foolishness that I had not anticipated it and have not bought condoms.
I was also quick to unbuckle my pants and soon our clothes were lying in her drawing room and we were standing kissing each other. I was madly kissing her boobs while she was pulling my face to kiss me. The raw sex oozed between us. While she kissed me, I pulled one leg of her and placed it on the sofa and angled my dick and pushed in her wet pussy. Ooooooooh what a feeling. Her pussy walls were so moist that my dick just slipped in. It had been ages when I had pushed my dick in a twat without any one first sucking me off. My dick was dry and her pussy was wet and moist.
In a bit awkward position, I was fucking her standing with my knees being bent awkwardly, we both trying to control the weight of each other. And then I pushed her on the sofa and mounted her. In a missionary position fucking her furiously. And as soon as there was the first sensation of cum building, I pulled my dick out.
She wanted to pull me back but I pulled her up and took her to the bedroom. And as I pushed her on bed, I made her go in doggie style and again pushed my dick from being in her pussy. Aaah, the sensation can not be described. My dick slowly slipped in her pussy. The strokes now were slow but steady and we got into a rhythm. Her buttocks were striking my thighs in a rhythmic fashion, and whenever she fastened, I slapped her bums to slow her down. much like this
And in between she was singing
Ufffffffffffffffff, ooooooooooo, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah…..Bahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhooooooooooooooooot mazzaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaa raaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa hai
kya karte ho.......
aur karoooooooooooooooo
And though drilling a gal in doggie style means that man does not have to make much effort, still after few minutes I again felt my cum building in me.
I removed myself from the action and turned her around. I once again attacked those papayas. I asked her if I could bite and leave hikkies, to which she was not OK. In any case, those papayas were sucked in my mouth and the nipples were lightly bitten. By that time the sensation of my cum building subsided. I made myself sit on the headrest of her bed and asked her to suck me. She was reluctant seeing all the wetness of her juices on my dick but then she started. I guess she liked the taste of her own juices on my dick which started as a suck turned into her licking my dick more and her tongue was moving furiously on my dick. And what a suck it was and how engrossed she was that despite my best efforts to keep her away she was at my dick, licking it from bottom to top. From top to bottom. Her tongue moved furiously encircling the tip of my dick.
I held her by the hair and face fucked her for few seconds. I did dick slapping on her face and lips and tongue.
"Kya lund hai.... Mota Saanp hai" (What a dick, it seems like a big snake)
Anaconda hai Anaconda, mujhe kha jaayeha (This is Anaconda, it would devour me)
I finally pushed her in missionary position and mounted her. And what a fuck it was, Richa kept the momentum by lifting her bums to meet my strokes.
In between she also spoke about how she was frightened that I may not like her because of her looks. And how she was accustomed to men dismissing her when she thought that someone would have sex with her. How her husband even looked at other women with lust but did not fuck her enough.
Each time when I felt like the cum is building, I would stop and we would change positions. It was first time that I was trying this method without Gayathri guiding me and I am sure I was doing a good job. Richa in the mean time got tired. She started begging me to stop.
Maar daalo ge kya (Would you kill me?)
Hey Bhagwaan chor do, aur mat karo (Hey God, please spare me, don't do more)
Saale Kutte, Viagra kha ke aaya hai kya (You sonofabitch have you taken Viagra)
Baksh do Mujhe (Please spare me)
And honestly it is a big ego boost for a man when a woman gets too tired of fucking. May be that stems from our old fed notions of masculinity and it is seen a sign of you being a stud.
At last, I hugged her tightly in missionary position and let her cry while I increased the pace to maximum possible. In the noise of fuch fuch fuch fuch which was coming from down under and O O O O O coming from her mouth, I offloaded cum in her pussy.
And when I looked at the watch, it was exactly 50 minutes since I entered her house and 45 minutes of raw sex with her.
Richa was unable to walk properly after the fucking session and when I called her in the evening to know about her 'pussy' she said, swollen and she requested that next time I don't eat Viagra or whatever I ate, otherwise she does not want to engage in any sexual activity with me.
However, in next two and half year that I stayed in Mumbai, I got ultimate sex from her whenever her husband was out of station. Those days, I literally shifted to her flat with my clothes and all and commuted to office from that place itself.
Richa and I even today share a good friendship, which has grown beyond sex and we counsel and talk about a lot of things. She is childless even today and though nearing 50 we still catch up whenever I am in Mumbai and I fucked her last week itself, when I was in Mumbai.
But Mumbai was not only about Richa. Mumbai seems to be most fertile land for all actvities and sex was one of them. Keep glued as other things unfold.
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