Fantasy Sex stories of indian Actresses

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14. Madhuri Dixit's Chennai visit 

part 1

Chennai, Tamilnadu
 
A rattling sound echoed through the taxi van as Kumar was making a turn from a street. A white Styrofoam cup with a lid on top was lodged into the drink holder in the front seat, causing the noise as it was small and wobbled around within the container. It was simply a small cup of coffee, something Kumar picked up at a petrol station a few hours ago to wake himself up after a rough night of sleeping. As of now, he was driving around during the afternoon in downtown Chennai. awaiting fares to call in for a ride from the Silver Screen Express hotline. Today was going like any other usual day as a driver.
 
A few hours ago, Kumar had escorted a duo of socialite men to a golf club. They didn't offer much conversation, but then again it was only so much he could talk about with golf, as a subject he knew little to nothing about. As of now, he took a drive around Chennai. until he finally received a dispatch for someone that needed one of the special gold vans for a ride. The request spoke of a woman standing outside a specific coffee shop downtown, wearing a black jacket. The dispatch always gave a clue on what to look out for, since the Silver Screen Express business was a private company that didn't have signs on the vans declaring that they were taxis.
 
Kumar took the drive, seeing as it was a short one through the downtown area. He got stuck behind a red light for a few minutes at first, but it wasn't anything to hinder a slump in the estimated destination. Once he was nearing the coffee shop, he pulled along the sidewalk and pushed his finger over the console button to roll down the front passenger door's window. He noticed a woman walking in a black jacket, covering up what appeared to be a dark navy blue shirt and a matching skirt from underneath. Her long hair was fixed up in a pony tail and she had a large Gucci purse over her left arm. She noticed the gold van pulled to the side of the road and smiled before walking towards it. Kumar was certain now that this was client. He offered her a friendly smile and spoke up.
 
"Hello, ma'am! You called for a ride?"
 
"Yes, that was me calling."
 
"Well, where do you wanna go, ma'am?"
 
"Take me to Mahabalipuram! I've gotta see a friend who lives out by the beach."
 
"Mahabalipuram, it is. Go on, hop in. That will be an initial charge of two thousand rupees and I'll have to add up the extended cost for the long trip."
 
"Money isn't a problem for me."
 
The woman chuckled before moving to the back door of the van. Kumar had noticed an obvious accent in her voice, now wondering about it as she slid the door open and sat down on the right side seat before closing the door. Just like any other passenger in his taxi, Kumar began to drive off and was ready to strike a conversation with this woman. Her response wasn't far off from one that he would expect, anyone calling the Silver Screen Express services required deep pockets to afford a ride. She crossed her legs while sitting down and placing her large purse down on the floor. Kumar pulled the van back into the street before stopping at a red light. Her eyes wandered around the van interior, impressed with the size.
 
"This is quite a lovely van."
 
She glanced to the seats, noticing that they were made of expensive leather. Kumar replied while moving the car after the light turned green.
 
"Yes, our vans are quite nice! I just vacuumed the floor out back there, this morning. Is this your first time riding in a Silver Screen a cab, ma'am?"
 
The woman nodded, folding her hands together over her knee while responding.
 
"Yes, actually. I heard about this service from a friend, figured I would give it a try today. I hate having to deal with photographers out here in Chennai., paparazzi likes to lurk around places."
 
Kumar smirked, still driving the car along the roads while he replied.
 
"Oh yeah, they're everywhere here in Chennai. This is Kollywood after all, so I take it that you're an actress, Miss?"
 
A laugh crackled from the woman's voice. Kumar could tell that she had a strong accent within her voice, it sounded like someone from north India. He witnessed a smirk cross her face while peering into the rear view mirror above.
 
"I guess you don't recognize me from a first glance. I am an actress, yes."
 
Suddenly, it dawned on him after gazing back into the rear view mirror for one more look. Kumar sighed, looking back on the road, focusing on driving while he responded to her.
 
"Oh, wow...Pardon me, but do I have Madhuri Dixit riding in the back of my taxi?"
 

Another laugh was heard from the woman's voice. She clapped her hands together and nodded.
 
"Yes, yes! you guessed right, I'm impressed!"
 
Her accent slurred her words around a little bit, causing Kumar to laugh a bit. He was familiar with her in films, as she was a star from the 90's decade. He realized that she was an older woman now, but that didn't matter. Madhuri's beauty had aged gracefully. He replied back while still focusing behind the wheel.
 
"Well, how are you doing today? This is a pretty funny coincidence, I was watching you in a movie this past weekend."
 
"Oh, were you? I'm doing alright today, just went out for coffee. You're taking me out to Mahabalipuram where I'm going to see a friend of mine."
 
"Yes, that's going to take a bit of driving due to the distance."
 
"I hope that's not a problem."
 
Kumar shook his head while driving.
 
"No, not a problem at all! It will just be a bit of an additional charge on the fare."
 
"I can pay that, money isn't a problem with me."

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