Adultery Across Rooftops by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Her thumbs ran on the top of his shoulders pressing on his hard flesh uselessly and Sheila realized she did not have the strength to stop him.

She slid along the drawers and moved away from him sideways. He was not ready for that. Sheila knew many such maneuvers which she had skillfully deployed on many occasions when she was the target of anyone's unwanted attentions. All of these skills in her increased her desirability to the males in her circle. Many knew that she was available but only to those she wanted. And every one tried. But it was she, the queen who selected.

Manoj was not selected by her, so he was not to have her.

As she moved sideways she reached the bed. She scrambled onto the bed hoping to scramble out of the other side quickly. Usually a simple move like that which put space between her and the man ended his attempt. But today, she erred.

As she raised her feet onto the bed, she gave Manoj a full look at her ample ass from under the nightie. She had had to cross him with her feet over his head. The glimpse drove the youngster wild. He moved up and was hovering over her in an instant. As she pushed herself back across the bed, he shimmied up with her, continuing to hover over her.

"Come on, aunty!" he pleaded, reaching out for her shoulder and pushing her back. When she fell back her hair flowed around her head making her look ever more inviting. He now lay on her, clothes and all. The buckle of his belt dug into her tummy as he lay on her, crushing her under his weight. Finally, Sheila, curves and all, despite how wide her hips were was a small built proportionate woman. She felt the air knocked out of her.

She looked into his lust laden eyes. Suddenly she laughed an impish laugh.

She slapped his shoulder. Jestful flirtation was her next line of defense.

"Determined, are you?" she asked with a toss of her head.

He nodded. Her smile seemed like progress.

"Let me see how much," she said, and wiggled a hand between themselves. Another ploy. Put space between you and the male by pretending to acquiesce. If he deserved it, hurt him in the softest part; she was contemplating that as Manoj raised his hips to let her hand between them.

The beginning of that defense was to grip the trunk of the cock. This was the part of the self-defense manual that most women found difficult to follow: grab the cock! But Sheila did not have such inhibitions. She reached and closed her hand around the male member. Her determination to hurt melted in the face of the proportions she encountered. She could not detect either the root of the cock or its head. Fascinated, she absent mindedly searched for the cockhead with her thumb.