Misc. Erotica My Story by Vinman (Complited)

[Blue Bull]

Now he moved in behind her. With both the hands resting on her shoulders.  He towered over her by a few inches. She looked in the mirror and did not  say anything. 
He said “I don’t blame Gupta – you are too hot” 
She didn’t reply but looked at the mirror. Both pair of eyes met and he  decided to venture further. He reasoned that since Sheetal enjoyed the nape 
kissing and light boob massage to get into the mood, there was chance that  her mother may enjoy the same. With this great Einstein Logic he proceeded. He moved the pony to one side and planted his lips on the soft nape of her  neck. She arched her shoulders but did not make much effort to move out.  Not the one to waste time, he landed a few more wet ones on the nape and  meanwhile the right hand started its journey towards the coveted boob. The  pallu of the saree was on the left shoulder which meant the blouse covered  right boob had one less layer of covering. The tentative right hand  commenced its journey and was a bit jittery when it reached its destination.  The lips were still locked to the nape, but not wetting it or kissing it, she was  breathing heavily with heavy bosom having a protruded up-down movement,  it seemed the time had stopped for both. 
The shivering hand softly touched the coveted boob and pressed it silently.  The lips had started the kisses and the breathing had become less heavy. It  was as if a movie had come to life after a pause. The boob was big (he  knew), soft but firm. The nipples had also become firm. He did not move his  hand and kept it there. He had guessed it right. She was weak with this  combination of nape kissing and boob work. The hand now was now full on  her right boob and massaging it gently. He had big hands but still then a  decent part was out of its coverage area. A different type of coverage area  problem than these days but this coverage area problem everyone would  love to have. 
After a few seconds she said “Nahin (no)” but made feeble attempts to  wriggle free. Due to this her ass-set had come in contact with his crotch and  she could feel the size covered by the twin layer of undergarment and  trousers. The feeble attempts to wriggle out of his grip resulted in a beautiful rub between her ass globes and his hard tool. She was going weak in her  knees. 
He decided to press in the advantage. Both the hands had covered the twin  peaks of glory with his lips wetting either side of neck and paid some  attention to ear lobes as well. This was close to heaven if not anything else.  The light mauling of boobs made her go further weak in knees and press her  ass more into him. He was massaging the boobs with his palms but making  circles around the blouse & bra covered nipples. This boy knows a lot she  thought. She was his – he thought.