Adultery Kalpana : What a Day!! **

[randomguy123]

“Good then, make yourself at home. I shall bring you something that would warm you up good.” I noticed the madam missing now, but was not too concerned, as he was several over 15 years elder to me. He placed the remote on the sofa right next to me and stepped in to the kitchen uttering, “Help your self”. I picked up the remote and was mindlessly shifting channels. He returned after a few minutes with a huge mug of something boiling hot. “Here, try this out madam, an Irish coffee. Specially made for you.” I had no idea what an Irish coffee is all about? “Thank you” I took the large mug from him without any questions. As I was holding the mug with my hands and about to sip on it, he took the remote that I’d placed by my side and sat next to me in the sofa maintaining a respectable distance. “I need to sit here madam as I don’t have a good view of the TV from the other chair. I hope you don’t mind.” He was smiling at me sitting a few centimeters away to my left. I said “its alright” and shifted a little bit away from him and started to sip the thick and different looking coffee. The warmth offered by the cup was making me feel nice. With the remote in his hand he was looking at me as I took a sip. As the hot thick syrupy coffee entered my throat, it was a taste that I had never tasted in my life. There was something else more compelling apart from the coffee in the mug. It was causing a slight burning sensation in my throat and an after taste, which is very different from the coffee. “It tastes different”. I told him. “It’s the typical taste of Irish coffee madam. It’s a nice blend of creamy coffee and a shot of whiskey. To you, I have only added a very little liquor since I don’t think you are used to it, just for the taste aspect. Go ahead madam. Finish it. It would make you body feel warm.”


He was right in that aspect. The first little sip that I took, made my feel warm already and it wasn’t tasting too bad as the funny taste of whatever in it was overpowered by the strong and nice smell of the coffee. I was staring at the mug for a long time and decided to give it a shot. As I sipped again after that long pause, Ravi sighed a relief. “That’s more like you madam. Go for it.” I smiled at his encouragement. He smiled back at me thinking, “You had no idea how much of whiskey I’ve added there lady! Good enough to knock you off the base or at the least dance to my tunes” I continued to sip the commotion that he called Irish coffee. Each sip that I consumed made me feel warmer for sure, but also dizzier. I strangely liked the feeling and as the taste of the coffee was not too bad I continued to sip it bit by bit watching the TV as he shuffled the channels around. He stopped at the Sun music where a popular song was playing. As I continued to sip, the drink was having a telling effect by the minute. I very soon lost my caution over the towel that’s on my shoulder and half way through, every time I raised the mug to my mouth the towel was moving to the side and offering a great side view of my naked skin beneath to Ravi. He didn’t fail to notice this developing phenomenon of course. He accidentally (?) dropped the remote near my feet, while I was taking the mug to my mouth and quickly bent forward resting one arm on my thigh for grip, his fingers dangerously close to my groin and picked up the remote with the other hand. With the same bent position, he looked up at me as I was looking down at him somewhat confused. “Sorry about it madam, the remote fell down. My age is getting on me to bend just like that and I needed some support. Thanks for that” He was purposefully elongating his speech in the pretext of reasoning out to me. Had I been at my normal self, I would have jumped away, or slapped him right away, but due to the effect the drink had on me I was just looking at his hand on my thigh awkwardly. He was getting a “great” view of the base of my bare left boob partially exposed under the pallu from his position. That explained why he was talking to me so long and that explained the sparkle in his eyes while I thought he was looking at my face. Realizing where his eyes wandered, the best I could do, given my situation was to cover my boobs and I tried to move away from him. While I moved, he acted as though he stumbled and lots balance and rested his hand squarely on my bare belly finding the gap accurately under my pallu. He though to him self “Wow, this is a dream come true today. Her waist feels all that I imagined. Let me stop it now and not spoil the whole thing. She is not yet subdued” with that, he uttered aloud, with his hand still gripping my waist. “Extremely sorry madam, I lost balance.”