19-12-2018, 10:01 AM
Part - 48
As soon as we heard the sound of the bedroom door slam shut, Mayuri ben pulled me towards her and wrapped her thick pudgy arms around waist. Pressing her heavy matronly body to me, she looked up at my face and smiled warmly. Her humongous 42-D mammaries, bulging inside that simple white blouse under the pallu of her saree, pressed against my chest as she said "I missed you, beta..." her thick pudgy fingers squeezing my butt, as she ground her fleshy belly against my pelvis.
As my penis, still hard thanks to Amisha's ministrations, pressed into her flabby belly, she said "And I can see that you missed Mayuri aunty too..." smiling lasciviously. I chuckled inwardly, thinking about whether this slutty 42-year old widowed college teacher hand any idea why my cock was so hard!
Pressing my cock on her belly, I put on my best young boy smile and said "Ohh, aunty ... you know that, no ... what happens to me when I see you..." my tone sounding suitably embarrassed and naïve. Her face creased with a broad grin, flattered as she was, and reaching down between our bodies, she gave my stiff cock a good squeeze through the jeans. "Ohh, I know, beta ... I know..." she crooned, caressing my hardness through my jeans.
My cock had been in a state of constant arousal now for over 3 hours; thanks to the sexy sales girl Sapna first, and then the two hot teenage college girls, Amisha and Gunjan. I wished I could just turn her around, bend her over the kitchen platform, push up her saree and petticoat, and ram my hard cock into her thick luscious cunt from behind. But hearing the sounds of the door of Amisha's bedroom open, we hastily disengaged, and Mayuri ben busied herself with putting a kettle on the fire to make tea for me. Amisha trotted into the kitchen, having discarded her shoes, and wiping her wet face with small towel.
"It's so hot in the kitchen, bhaiyyaa..." she exclaimed, pouting those lips of hers sexily again, even as she quickly unbuttoned the top button of her college uniform shirt, and waved her hands in front of her neck in an exaggerated manner. "Yes, beta ... why don't you go sit under the fan in the living room..." Mayuri ben also added, wiping the sweat of her brow, as she waited for the tea to come to a boil. As I followed Amisha into the living room, she caught hold of my hand and literally dragged me to the sofa. As I sat down in their battered old couch, she flopped down on the sofa by my side, pulling up one of her legs.
As my eyes were drawn to her bare knees where her skirt had ridden up, she leaned forward towards me, and clutching my hand said "You know, bhaiiyyaa ... my panty was so wet ... I had to remove it..." her voice a conspiratory whisper, and giggling like the excited college girl that she really was, her eyes twinkling merrily. As my eyes widened, she nodded her head enthusiastically, and continued "Really, bhaiyya ... and I am not wearing my panty now..." her voice dropping lower, as she bobbed up and down on the sofa like an excited teenager, her face flushed with excitement.
My cock gave a jerk inside the tight confines of my underwear, hearing this sexy teenage college girl whispering to me consipiratorily that she was not wearing any panties! Seeing the incredulous look on her face, Amisha exclaimed "You don't believe me, bhaiyya... ?" her eyes wide and her face still flushed with excitement. "I'll show you..." she breathed out, as she suddenly grabbed my hand began to take it towards her lap.
Just then, Mayuri ben came into the living room, carrying a cup of tea in a tray, and Amisha hastily let go off my hand. As I took the tea from Mayuri ben's hand, Amisha straightened her skirt, and sat demurely in the sofa, with her hands on her knees, her excitement simmering under her flushed face.
After finishing my tea, I glanced at my watch and saw that it was nearly half past six in the evening. Remembering that I had a date with the sales girl Sapna today, I got up, excusing myself from that incredible household. My underwear was nearly soaked with the liberally amount of pre-cum that my inflamed cock had oozed out during the last couple of hours, and I desperately wanted to have a shower and change before I went to meet Sapna.
But I realized that I wouldn't be able to make it in time if I waited for that. Instead, I just went into the bathroom in Mayuri ben's house. After taking a long awaited piss, I washed my cock as best as possible in their wash-basin, and came out after splashing some cold water on my face. I took leave of Mayuri ben and Amisha, and zoomed out on my bike towards the boutique store where Sapna worked.
On an impulse, I stopped by the way, and picked up a bunch of flowers from a road-side seller for Sapna. Humming a tune to myself, I reached the lane where the store was located. Glancing at my watch, I saw that there was still five minutes to go to seven. We'd agreed to meet at a bus stop a few blocks away from where the store was. Pulling my bike up on it's stand, I proceeded to wait for Sapna. Barely had a minute passed, before I saw Sapna, walking down the street towards the bus stop.
From the distance, I could see that she had dbangd a dupatta across her neck, over her uniform of the formal black trousers and white quarter-sleeved shirt, with the dupatta covering her head too. She had a pair of dark glares on, with a black women's vanity bag slung on her shoulder, and clutched under her armpit.
She was the picture of a typical young working girl who generally used public transport, complete with that ubiquitous dupatta and sunglasses, that were so essential for these young girls to protect themselves from the scorching summer sun. As she came near the bus stand, she spotted me, and even at the distance, I could see the smile of pleasure on her face. Taking off her sun glasses, she smiled at me nervously, as she said "Ohh, hello sir ... I hope I'm not late..." a tad breathless.
"Not at all, Sapna..." I replied smoothly with a warm smile. That's when her eyes went to the bunch of flowers that I had propped up between the handle bar of the bike. Reaching out for the bouqet, I extended it to her with a smile, and said "This is for you, Sapna..." Her dark sexy face flushed with joy, as she shyly accepted the flowers, and mumbled "Oh, sir ... thank you ... you are so..." her words getting jumbled at this unexpectedly chivalrous gesture from me.
As I looked at her, I could see that she'd taken some pains to brush her hair carefully in place, and had even applied a subtle shade of lip gloss on her lips. As she fidgeted with the flowers, too embarrassed and pleased to speak, I said to her "You look lovely, Sapna..." smiling warmly once again. Despite her dark complexion, I could see the color rush to her cheeks at my compliment, and she managed to exclaim "Oh, thank you, sir..." giving me a genuinely pleased smile.
I didn't want to hang around for too long at the bus stop, given that sooner or later, someone would spot us. Pulling on my helmet, I said to her "Shall we... ?" even as I kicked the bike to life. "Yes, sir ... sure, sir..." she replied quickly, having still not overcome her surprise at being given flowers by me. Adjusting her dupatta over her head to partly cover her face too, she gingerly sat on the bike in the ladies style, with both her legs on one side. I'd have preferred her to sit in the other way, with one leg on either side, but decided it was too much to ask for on her first date.
As I engaged gear and started moving, I felt her tentatively place her right hand on my shoulder for support, taking care to sit at a discrete distance. I had planned to take her to an exclusive restaurant on the outskirts of the city, which was not only discreet, but also served great food. Moreover, the proprietor of the restaurant was known to my father, and that meant that I would be served well.
As we rode, Sapna leaned forward slightly behind me, taking care not to get her breasts to touch my back, and said "Sir ... I still can't believe this is true..." her hand still resting on my shoulder for support. "Why do you say that, Sapna..." I asked casually, glancing at her in the rear view mirror. She paused for a minute before replying "Umm ... I was not very sure if you meant what you said, sir..." her tone awkward as she paused once again. "I mean ... even though you promised me, sir ... I thought maybe you would forget..." she continued, speaking slowly.
I was silent for a moment as I mulled over what she'd said. It occurred to me that perhaps I was starting to take on the image of a classic rich spoilt playboy, who couldn't be relied on to keep a promise. Letting go off the handle-bar for a moment, I reached over my shoulder with my left hand, and patting her hand which was resting on my shoulder, said wryly "Well, I guess I'm not such an asshole then..." my tone sarcastic.
"Oh, don't say such things, sir..." she protested immediately, almost cringing at my words. After a pause, she added "I was just trying to tell you how glad I am, sir ... at you having invited me out..." her tone serious. "I know, Sapna ... I know ... I was just teasing you..." I said with a little laugh, reaching up to pat the back of her hand on my shoulder once again.
Through the rear-view mirror, I could see a smile come on her face, even as she glanced at the bouquet of flowers that she was clutching in her left hand between us. After a while, I felt her lean forward once again, and she said "Sir ... thank you so much for these flowers..." her tone soft. This time, when she leaned forward to speak to me, I felt her firm bra-clad breasts brush against my back, and I found myself smiling inwardly.
"No one has ever given me flowers before, sir..." she added after a pause, her voice so low and her tone so genuine that I felt stopping the bike and giving her a huge hug. "Thank you, sir..." she said again softly, this time giving my shoulder a very subtle squeeze, as she sat back straight once again. Not being able to think of anything else to say, I just said "It's my pleasure, Sapna ... and if we have to be so formal ... then I guess I should be the one thanking you ... for agreeing to come out with me..." trying to smile at her through my helmet.
"Oh no, sir ... it's my pleasure..." she responded automatically, but by the expression on her face which I caught in the rear view mirror, I could see that she was genuinely pleased. We rode the rest of the distance in silence, and all through the journey, she maintained that discrete distance. For some strange reason, it was a refreshing change for me; being quite unlike the unabashed display of attraction from someone like Amisha.
Soon we reached the theme restaurant that I'd decided upon, and as I got off the bike, I saw her undbanging the dupatta, and shoving it into her large ladies bag, along with her glares. The restaurant was situated in the midst of a lush green property and was aptly named 'The Woods'. Lined by scores of trees, it was spread over acres of land, and had been turned into a home for scores of flora and fauna. As we walked down a tree-lined cobble-stoned path, we spotted a few peacocks displaying their magnificent feathers.
As soon as we heard the sound of the bedroom door slam shut, Mayuri ben pulled me towards her and wrapped her thick pudgy arms around waist. Pressing her heavy matronly body to me, she looked up at my face and smiled warmly. Her humongous 42-D mammaries, bulging inside that simple white blouse under the pallu of her saree, pressed against my chest as she said "I missed you, beta..." her thick pudgy fingers squeezing my butt, as she ground her fleshy belly against my pelvis.
As my penis, still hard thanks to Amisha's ministrations, pressed into her flabby belly, she said "And I can see that you missed Mayuri aunty too..." smiling lasciviously. I chuckled inwardly, thinking about whether this slutty 42-year old widowed college teacher hand any idea why my cock was so hard!
Pressing my cock on her belly, I put on my best young boy smile and said "Ohh, aunty ... you know that, no ... what happens to me when I see you..." my tone sounding suitably embarrassed and naïve. Her face creased with a broad grin, flattered as she was, and reaching down between our bodies, she gave my stiff cock a good squeeze through the jeans. "Ohh, I know, beta ... I know..." she crooned, caressing my hardness through my jeans.
My cock had been in a state of constant arousal now for over 3 hours; thanks to the sexy sales girl Sapna first, and then the two hot teenage college girls, Amisha and Gunjan. I wished I could just turn her around, bend her over the kitchen platform, push up her saree and petticoat, and ram my hard cock into her thick luscious cunt from behind. But hearing the sounds of the door of Amisha's bedroom open, we hastily disengaged, and Mayuri ben busied herself with putting a kettle on the fire to make tea for me. Amisha trotted into the kitchen, having discarded her shoes, and wiping her wet face with small towel.
"It's so hot in the kitchen, bhaiyyaa..." she exclaimed, pouting those lips of hers sexily again, even as she quickly unbuttoned the top button of her college uniform shirt, and waved her hands in front of her neck in an exaggerated manner. "Yes, beta ... why don't you go sit under the fan in the living room..." Mayuri ben also added, wiping the sweat of her brow, as she waited for the tea to come to a boil. As I followed Amisha into the living room, she caught hold of my hand and literally dragged me to the sofa. As I sat down in their battered old couch, she flopped down on the sofa by my side, pulling up one of her legs.
As my eyes were drawn to her bare knees where her skirt had ridden up, she leaned forward towards me, and clutching my hand said "You know, bhaiiyyaa ... my panty was so wet ... I had to remove it..." her voice a conspiratory whisper, and giggling like the excited college girl that she really was, her eyes twinkling merrily. As my eyes widened, she nodded her head enthusiastically, and continued "Really, bhaiyya ... and I am not wearing my panty now..." her voice dropping lower, as she bobbed up and down on the sofa like an excited teenager, her face flushed with excitement.
My cock gave a jerk inside the tight confines of my underwear, hearing this sexy teenage college girl whispering to me consipiratorily that she was not wearing any panties! Seeing the incredulous look on her face, Amisha exclaimed "You don't believe me, bhaiyya... ?" her eyes wide and her face still flushed with excitement. "I'll show you..." she breathed out, as she suddenly grabbed my hand began to take it towards her lap.
Just then, Mayuri ben came into the living room, carrying a cup of tea in a tray, and Amisha hastily let go off my hand. As I took the tea from Mayuri ben's hand, Amisha straightened her skirt, and sat demurely in the sofa, with her hands on her knees, her excitement simmering under her flushed face.
After finishing my tea, I glanced at my watch and saw that it was nearly half past six in the evening. Remembering that I had a date with the sales girl Sapna today, I got up, excusing myself from that incredible household. My underwear was nearly soaked with the liberally amount of pre-cum that my inflamed cock had oozed out during the last couple of hours, and I desperately wanted to have a shower and change before I went to meet Sapna.
But I realized that I wouldn't be able to make it in time if I waited for that. Instead, I just went into the bathroom in Mayuri ben's house. After taking a long awaited piss, I washed my cock as best as possible in their wash-basin, and came out after splashing some cold water on my face. I took leave of Mayuri ben and Amisha, and zoomed out on my bike towards the boutique store where Sapna worked.
On an impulse, I stopped by the way, and picked up a bunch of flowers from a road-side seller for Sapna. Humming a tune to myself, I reached the lane where the store was located. Glancing at my watch, I saw that there was still five minutes to go to seven. We'd agreed to meet at a bus stop a few blocks away from where the store was. Pulling my bike up on it's stand, I proceeded to wait for Sapna. Barely had a minute passed, before I saw Sapna, walking down the street towards the bus stop.
From the distance, I could see that she had dbangd a dupatta across her neck, over her uniform of the formal black trousers and white quarter-sleeved shirt, with the dupatta covering her head too. She had a pair of dark glares on, with a black women's vanity bag slung on her shoulder, and clutched under her armpit.
She was the picture of a typical young working girl who generally used public transport, complete with that ubiquitous dupatta and sunglasses, that were so essential for these young girls to protect themselves from the scorching summer sun. As she came near the bus stand, she spotted me, and even at the distance, I could see the smile of pleasure on her face. Taking off her sun glasses, she smiled at me nervously, as she said "Ohh, hello sir ... I hope I'm not late..." a tad breathless.
"Not at all, Sapna..." I replied smoothly with a warm smile. That's when her eyes went to the bunch of flowers that I had propped up between the handle bar of the bike. Reaching out for the bouqet, I extended it to her with a smile, and said "This is for you, Sapna..." Her dark sexy face flushed with joy, as she shyly accepted the flowers, and mumbled "Oh, sir ... thank you ... you are so..." her words getting jumbled at this unexpectedly chivalrous gesture from me.
As I looked at her, I could see that she'd taken some pains to brush her hair carefully in place, and had even applied a subtle shade of lip gloss on her lips. As she fidgeted with the flowers, too embarrassed and pleased to speak, I said to her "You look lovely, Sapna..." smiling warmly once again. Despite her dark complexion, I could see the color rush to her cheeks at my compliment, and she managed to exclaim "Oh, thank you, sir..." giving me a genuinely pleased smile.
I didn't want to hang around for too long at the bus stop, given that sooner or later, someone would spot us. Pulling on my helmet, I said to her "Shall we... ?" even as I kicked the bike to life. "Yes, sir ... sure, sir..." she replied quickly, having still not overcome her surprise at being given flowers by me. Adjusting her dupatta over her head to partly cover her face too, she gingerly sat on the bike in the ladies style, with both her legs on one side. I'd have preferred her to sit in the other way, with one leg on either side, but decided it was too much to ask for on her first date.
As I engaged gear and started moving, I felt her tentatively place her right hand on my shoulder for support, taking care to sit at a discrete distance. I had planned to take her to an exclusive restaurant on the outskirts of the city, which was not only discreet, but also served great food. Moreover, the proprietor of the restaurant was known to my father, and that meant that I would be served well.
As we rode, Sapna leaned forward slightly behind me, taking care not to get her breasts to touch my back, and said "Sir ... I still can't believe this is true..." her hand still resting on my shoulder for support. "Why do you say that, Sapna..." I asked casually, glancing at her in the rear view mirror. She paused for a minute before replying "Umm ... I was not very sure if you meant what you said, sir..." her tone awkward as she paused once again. "I mean ... even though you promised me, sir ... I thought maybe you would forget..." she continued, speaking slowly.
I was silent for a moment as I mulled over what she'd said. It occurred to me that perhaps I was starting to take on the image of a classic rich spoilt playboy, who couldn't be relied on to keep a promise. Letting go off the handle-bar for a moment, I reached over my shoulder with my left hand, and patting her hand which was resting on my shoulder, said wryly "Well, I guess I'm not such an asshole then..." my tone sarcastic.
"Oh, don't say such things, sir..." she protested immediately, almost cringing at my words. After a pause, she added "I was just trying to tell you how glad I am, sir ... at you having invited me out..." her tone serious. "I know, Sapna ... I know ... I was just teasing you..." I said with a little laugh, reaching up to pat the back of her hand on my shoulder once again.
Through the rear-view mirror, I could see a smile come on her face, even as she glanced at the bouquet of flowers that she was clutching in her left hand between us. After a while, I felt her lean forward once again, and she said "Sir ... thank you so much for these flowers..." her tone soft. This time, when she leaned forward to speak to me, I felt her firm bra-clad breasts brush against my back, and I found myself smiling inwardly.
"No one has ever given me flowers before, sir..." she added after a pause, her voice so low and her tone so genuine that I felt stopping the bike and giving her a huge hug. "Thank you, sir..." she said again softly, this time giving my shoulder a very subtle squeeze, as she sat back straight once again. Not being able to think of anything else to say, I just said "It's my pleasure, Sapna ... and if we have to be so formal ... then I guess I should be the one thanking you ... for agreeing to come out with me..." trying to smile at her through my helmet.
"Oh no, sir ... it's my pleasure..." she responded automatically, but by the expression on her face which I caught in the rear view mirror, I could see that she was genuinely pleased. We rode the rest of the distance in silence, and all through the journey, she maintained that discrete distance. For some strange reason, it was a refreshing change for me; being quite unlike the unabashed display of attraction from someone like Amisha.
Soon we reached the theme restaurant that I'd decided upon, and as I got off the bike, I saw her undbanging the dupatta, and shoving it into her large ladies bag, along with her glares. The restaurant was situated in the midst of a lush green property and was aptly named 'The Woods'. Lined by scores of trees, it was spread over acres of land, and had been turned into a home for scores of flora and fauna. As we walked down a tree-lined cobble-stoned path, we spotted a few peacocks displaying their magnificent feathers.
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