Adultery Sunita's adventures by misterwho

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Sunita Takes Out His Lust In Public


It was sheer luck that they were able to meet at the airport. There was a one hour overlap during which Sunita was in the arrival hall and Shyam in departure. They agreed to meet though it was going to be very brief. Sunita was unsure about the meeting. "What could be achieved in such a short visit and that too in such a public place?" she wondered. Yet she was the one who had enforced all the practicality of this arrangement.

Shyam was happy to meet with her. Any opportunity to meet her was fine and his heart skipped a beat when he spotted her walking out of the arrival hall. Her eyes were looking for him and he noticed the flash of flesh from the midriff as she hefted her bag onto her shoulder.

They met in the short alley between the two terminals, which is not much used by anyone. She was wearing a traditional saree as she was headed home for the karvachauth festival, in which the woman prays for her husband's well being. She was decked with jewelry, gold bangles, necklaces, and her mangalsutra was all the more prominent. She had red vermilion on her forehead which made her look so full and so radiant. God, he loved her like this, she seemed so much like a homely woman. And yet, as his eyes traveled the line of low cut blouse, and the spot on her chest where the pendant of the mangalsutra nestled, he felt the hardon instantly and wondered why they had not chosen to meet in a more private place.

"Hi!" she said, her eyes gleaming at the excitement of having made the rendezvous happen.

"It's great to see you," he replied, his eyes on her lovely neck, and wandering down to her locket and then the swell of her modest-sized breasts. The locket shimmered on the chest, the flawless and delicate skin providing a reposing place for the ornament.

"What are you looking at?" she asked, knowing the answer very well. She knew he was eyeing the expanse of her skin and it thrilled her. She was reasonably modest in her dressing, but Shyam just undressed her with his eyes and it needed just that much to feel the slickness she now felt between her legs.

"Nothing," he lied, shifting uncomfortably to try and hide his obvious arousal. Then on an impulse he pulled her to him and gave her a hug, holding her to himself. In that moment she lost herself. Her hesitation to meet another man in a public place gave way to her desire to hold his barrel like torso and feel his chest. She put her arms around him and buried her face in his chest and murmured, "Oh, Shyam!"

His hand went to her head and he rubbed her, cradling the soft head of hair to his body. Her hand ran down his chest and quickly traveled down to his crotch just to get a sense of his arousal. He would be aroused, she knew for sure. Shyam could not be with her and not have that rich swollen cock! And yes, her hand found the truth; he was completely hard. She ran her hand over the thickness trapped in his pants and found the head. She leaned up and kissed him, her thumb running circles on the head which she had located.

He gasped as he felt her thumb caress the sensitive spot on his head. He jerked every time she crossed the precise tender spot where the caress had maximum impact. He groaned, his chin resting on the top of her head. She smiled and sighed, looking up at him. Where he felt desperation, she felt joy at having her man where she wanted him. This part of her amazed him; the ability to meet like this and get satisfaction from a situation of maddening arousal.

She slipped her hand down the front of his trousers and through the waistband of his underpants and held the pillar in her hands. The bangles jangled as she made the distance, and the warmth of his twitching cock felt familiar in her small hands. She sighed again, the fullness of that cock satisfying her. That moment her hand became the sheath of her pussy and she just held him, her fingers applying varying pressure, so that it felt like waves washing on him.

He shuddered and buried his face in her neck, his passion uncontrollable now. She felt the wetness in the palm of her hand and suddenly knew she wanted more. She quickly pulled out her hand and made him lean on the wall. She bent forward and quickly snapped open his trousers, her saree pallu falling as she leaned forward. The half dbangd saree, the leaning woman, her necklace hanging, her low cut blouse revealing the black bra which held her breasts was a dizzying sight for Shyam. The blaze of traditional colors and jewelry made her look magnificent, and the heat of her interaction with him made her seem so wanton. The combination of a vibrant turnout with wanton lust was a heady one.