Fantasy Sex stories of indian Actresses

[sanjaysara]

part 3 

She herself was tired of this kind of teasing, and the poor boy was probably even worse.

 
"You think it will take much longer?"
 
He raised his head to look at her, having been catching leaves off the water. "Not much. I just got to finish removing those leaves, then it is ready to go."
 
"Oh good, I was thinking of taking a swim." Sneha sat up and stretched, her arching back making her chest stick out even more. She then moved her hands along her arms and shoulders. "I don't really use the pool very much. Even lying down here on the chair feels quite foreign. My back is kinda sore because of that."
 
Sneha stretched a bit more, letting a moan escape; she could see it was having its intended effect, as the pool boy shifted uncomfortably. She couldn't quite see it, but she was sure he was trying to hide an erection.
 
"Say, could you give me a little help?" She looked at him as he seemed ready to fall over. "I don't want to be overbearing or anything, but I could really use a massage right now. Could you... Could you help me over here? I pay you an extra if you wish."
 
"Th-That won't be necessary, Mrs Sneha."
 
Hesitatingly he walked towards her, as Sneha sat crosslegged on the chair with her back towards him. She moved her hair so it would fall to the front, to her chest, giving him a view of her back. Considering the amount of action films she did in the past few years, she was proud to say she had managed to keep a lean and athletic body, yet never forfeiting its femininity.
 
She felt his weight on the chair as he sat down behind her, hesitation palpable. After another encouragement from hers, she guided his hands to her back, having him start to move around her back towards her shoulders. In a while he started getting more comfortable, starting to stroke and pressure her shoulders, back and neck.
 
"That's it... Keep like that." "He is good..." Sneha said and thought, her eyes closing as she let herself relax under his caress.
 
She was almost surprised he did not try anything more so far, but then this was pretty much why she had called him. She had asked around the area for a pool boy that could be trusted, giving the excuse that her husband was away so she would have to be alone with him; she eventually found out about this college boy, who had been doing a few part-time jobs around the area.
 
From what she got, he was very nice—and handsome—and discreet; after asking around about him, she eventually was convinced he was trustworthy—wouldn't overstep his limits on her nor go running for the newspaper or gossip magazine to tell of what happened here.
 
Just what she needed.
 
"You really got good hands, you know?" Sneha said, letting a moan for emphasis.

 
"Thanks, Mrs. Sneha" She almost laughed. They had said he was somewhat timid with the housewives, and they were not kidding.
 
"With this, I think we are intimate enough for you to call me Sneha." She chuckled. "And, now that I think about it, I didn't even get your name."
 
"It is Sanjay."
 
"Sanjay?" She asked, a bit of surprise in her voice. "wow I like that name very much, it’s beautiful as much as you, and what is your native place sanjay? "
 
It’s Malaysia” turning her head to the side so he could have better access to the junction of her head and shoulder. She inadvertently tensed at that, and he noticed. "Is everything alright, Mrs. Sneha?"
 
"I told you to call me Sneha."
 
Of all the pool boys in the entire county, she managed to choose a Malaysia one. She managed to choose one from the same country where Prasanna was discovered cheating on her, the same country where his affair was from, thus bringing this moment to fruition.
 
And there were people who didn't believe in fate or things like that...
 
"It is just... an enormous coincidence."
 
"What...?"
 
"I... I don't suppose you follow celebrity gossips, do you?" Sneha turned her head to the side, managing to look at his face.
 
"Uhm... I..." He looked sheepish, and even a bit embarrassed.
 
"You do?!" She almost squealed, and as he started to blush she couldn't help laughing. "That's... Sorry, I'm sorry... No need to be embarrassed..."
 
She felt his hands start to falter in his ministrations, and not wanting to dishearten him she raised her hands and put them over his.
 
"It is okay, I didn't mean to offend you or anything." She gave him a serious look, and was satisfied when he gave a tiny smile. "Anyway... I guess you know about me and Prasanna then?"
 
"Is that true? I mean, what they say about the cheating, the whole baby ordeal and the divorce?"
 
She raised her eyebrow. "You really are informed, eh? But... No, we aren't divorcing nor are we fighting because of children. Not yet, anyway; I think we aren't ready yet." She looked forward again, her head low. "But the cheating... Yeah, that part is true. I mean, I always knew he did that... But to let himself get caught by the media like that, while in a show in Malaysia?"
 
"I guess you are resenting anything to do with Malaysia then?" He asked. She was about to look back at him to correct his line of thought before he completed. "If it serves for anything, I think anyone would agree you are much better than that girl."
 
"I don't really resent you guys." Sneha said, looking back at him with a smile. "But do you even know the girl to say something like that? What if she was, like, a Miss Universe or something?"
 
"Well, Malaysian gossips say that it was an actress. I've seen her before, and I can guarantee you are way more talented and beautiful than her." Sanjay said, making her smile. "Don't be offended, but I think you husband is an idiot if he for going after those kinds of girl while having you at home."
 
"Far from being offended. That is actually kind of sweet." That said, Sneha moved her face closer to his so their mouths were inches apart. Just as it seemed clear as to what she was gonna do, she changed direction and instead pressed her lips to his cheek. Pulling back with a smile and looking at his blushing and dumbfounded face, she was quite proud of herself.

to e continued....