24-02-2019, 01:45 PM
But the body of a woman he knew and with whom there existed the distinct possibility of meeting -- it turned him on at a different level.
"Don't look" she said laying down the laptop at an angle she thought was away from her. . But the camera as pointed at some mirror and owing to some arrangement of multiple reflections he was looking at Nalini as she undressed.
She raised the nightgown over her head, revealing herself in full to him. Her pussy had a matting of wispy hair. Her stomach was as flat as she had shown and the curves of the belly merely enhanced the sexuality. The breasts, large, rubbed against the fabric as it stretched over the flesh. The caress of fabric against the breasts made her nipples stand to full attention so that when the curtain of the gown rose over the breasts they were signaling their presence to Sunil like a formal salute. .
The breasts themselves were large. Seriously large. And yet, they defied gravity.
She leaned forward to wear the running slacks and her breasts hung down as she did so. Sunil felt a raging hard on and watched in amazement as Nalini then pulled n a low top with a thin strap that went over her shoulder.
It was possibly a size too small; and even if not that, it showed around a third of her breasts on all sides since it was so cut.
"This is what you wear to the gym?" he asked incredulously.
"Yes," she replied." You like it?" she asked.
"You look like a bomb shell in that!" he exclaimed.
"Really?" she asked. "No,' she said, wrinkling her nose. That scrunched up nose was her defining feature with her having been compared to the hot star of their years -- Mumtaz.
"But hey! I think you are avoiding the question. What did you mean by 'mess'?"
Sunil thought of his impossibly hard and large cock. When he had removed his underpants, there was a sticky mess, enough to have been the output of a full ejaculation.
He wondered how he was going to describe the physiology and the reactions which caused all this to happen.
"I don't know how to," he said simply.
"You too!" she feigned shock. The impishness and the mischief in her eyes were tantalizing. Sunil felt stupid that he had let this luscious creature out of his orbit at all. "Then I guess I will have to be disappointed!" she said.
Sunil felt the opportunity slipping away.
"Well, you know, a man gets hard?" he said slowly.
"You mean -- down there?" she asked.
"Yes. And then I started to flow as I saw how beautiful you look," he said softly.
"You were ogling me?" she asked, suddenly pulling her nightgown closer as if to hide that impossible-to-hide deep cleavage.
"And you discovered that when?" she asked.
"I realized it soon after I became really hard," he said. Then, "Hey! You don't have to try and cover yourself from me!"
"I will if you try to change the topic. I never knew something like this was even possible. You better explain to me," she said.
He could not bring himself to say "Uncover what you covered!"
But he need not have bothered. He slowly told her how hard he had been. And then? And then that hardness needed to be managed.
"Don't look" she said laying down the laptop at an angle she thought was away from her. . But the camera as pointed at some mirror and owing to some arrangement of multiple reflections he was looking at Nalini as she undressed.
She raised the nightgown over her head, revealing herself in full to him. Her pussy had a matting of wispy hair. Her stomach was as flat as she had shown and the curves of the belly merely enhanced the sexuality. The breasts, large, rubbed against the fabric as it stretched over the flesh. The caress of fabric against the breasts made her nipples stand to full attention so that when the curtain of the gown rose over the breasts they were signaling their presence to Sunil like a formal salute. .
The breasts themselves were large. Seriously large. And yet, they defied gravity.
She leaned forward to wear the running slacks and her breasts hung down as she did so. Sunil felt a raging hard on and watched in amazement as Nalini then pulled n a low top with a thin strap that went over her shoulder.
It was possibly a size too small; and even if not that, it showed around a third of her breasts on all sides since it was so cut.
"This is what you wear to the gym?" he asked incredulously.
"Yes," she replied." You like it?" she asked.
"You look like a bomb shell in that!" he exclaimed.
"Really?" she asked. "No,' she said, wrinkling her nose. That scrunched up nose was her defining feature with her having been compared to the hot star of their years -- Mumtaz.
"But hey! I think you are avoiding the question. What did you mean by 'mess'?"
Sunil thought of his impossibly hard and large cock. When he had removed his underpants, there was a sticky mess, enough to have been the output of a full ejaculation.
He wondered how he was going to describe the physiology and the reactions which caused all this to happen.
"I don't know how to," he said simply.
"You too!" she feigned shock. The impishness and the mischief in her eyes were tantalizing. Sunil felt stupid that he had let this luscious creature out of his orbit at all. "Then I guess I will have to be disappointed!" she said.
Sunil felt the opportunity slipping away.
"Well, you know, a man gets hard?" he said slowly.
"You mean -- down there?" she asked.
"Yes. And then I started to flow as I saw how beautiful you look," he said softly.
"You were ogling me?" she asked, suddenly pulling her nightgown closer as if to hide that impossible-to-hide deep cleavage.
"And you discovered that when?" she asked.
"I realized it soon after I became really hard," he said. Then, "Hey! You don't have to try and cover yourself from me!"
"I will if you try to change the topic. I never knew something like this was even possible. You better explain to me," she said.
He could not bring himself to say "Uncover what you covered!"
But he need not have bothered. He slowly told her how hard he had been. And then? And then that hardness needed to be managed.
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