Adultery Memoir - Pussy Pleasures - Dipti

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We didn't speak anything in the morning. She just left. In the evening I got a text from her and as usual she called me at night. It was just the usual stuff and how we were almost caught yesterday. 

'Still you didn't give me what I asked' I told her.

'I took such a risk to plan and come to your house. You should have taken it yourself. You missed the chance.'

'Oh. So it was only I who missed the chance? You didn't feel disappointed?'

'Do you think so?'

'I don't know. You tell me?'

'I feel more disappointed than you'.

'When are you going to give me then?'

'Whenever you want. Whatever you want. I am all yours. Find a place and do whatever you want to do with me.'

The way she told it to me, the lust in her words erected by dick. I promised her I will find a place soon and take her fully. But I know it is not that easy. Living in your native is a curse for these kinds of game. So a few weeks passed by without any action. 

She completed her graduation and went back to her hometown. Since it's been a few months since we have seen, we thought of meeting. We had almost dropped our sex plans due to the place issue. So we decided to meet in a coffee shop. On the planned day, I went to pick her up. She asked me to wait a couple of streets away from her home. I was fiddling with my phone when I heard a knock on the passenger side window. I unlocked the doors and she stepped in.

My jaw dropped in awe blurting out 'Wow!'

'What?' she asked with a smile.

'Nothing. This is the first time I am seeing you in saree'.

'How do I look?'

'Not bad' I said cheekily starting the car and driving off.

We arrived at the coffee shop. The waiter ushered us in and asked to go to the first floor. After chatting for a couple of hours we started to leave. She went to the restroom for a quick refresh. I followed her to wash my hands. When I opened the door I was welcomed by the sight of her adjusting the saree.

She instinctively stopped adjusting and covered her stomach with the saree. Since she was standing with her back to me I was only able to catch a quick glimpse of her midriff and the navel. My sexual apparatus is turned on by the sight of the low hip saree and the inviting navel. I went behind her and extended my arm to turn on the faucet. Slowly I put my right hand under the water by pressing by body on to her back.

The closeness caused our sexual hormones to shoot up. I kept my left hand on her exposed left hip and gave it a gentle press. Her head sprang behind landing on my chin. Rubbing her naked skin, feeling the softness of her belly, I moved towards her navel and inserted my middle finger into it.

Her navel is a bit small for my middle finger so I have to really poke it. This made her to inhale a deep breath causing her saree to drop down a couple of inches. 

With the right hand I pushed aside her hair to reveal the fair smooth back in the deep neck blouse. Kissed her on the neck and bit it gently. This made her crazy and put her left hand on my left hand pressing her navel more. She tried to feel my cock by pushing her butt on it and grinding. 

I started kissing her entire back and rubbing my face all over it. Meantime, my right hand went down into her saree tracing her spine and encircled her hip on the right side travelling to join below the left hand which is busy finger fucking her navel. Mercilessly grabbed her smooth skin between the navel and pussy making her to squeal.

The squeal brought us back to our senses and immediately I took out my hands and came out. She came out after a couple of minutes and joined me in my car giving a mischievous smile. We headed back to her place. We didn't talk but we both sensed the sexual tension in the air. After a few mins, she leaned back on the seat and closed her eyes.

'What's up? I asked.

'Nothing. Feeling a little tired'

'You can lay on my lap'

'It's okay. I will manage'

'Come on' said I putting a hand over her shoulder and pulling her towards me. 

She rested her head on my lap. I was focusing on the road glancing her every now and then. At one time when I looked down, I saw her having her left hand over her head, which made her saree to move away, exposing her fair smooth belly and the elongated navel.