Turn around of shy wife

[Givemeextra]

She felt dizzy with excitement, not daring to open her eyes, yet certain that the truck driver was looking right at her. And she let out a small yelp as Prasad grabbed her big tit roughly with his hand, squeezing it, pulling on the already excited nipple. 

She continued pounding her pussy with her right hand, while her left hand moved to expose her other breast, attacking it with the same zeal with which her right hand attacked its target.

"Oh God,oooooooooooh noooooooooooooooo " she heard herself moan. "Oh God, Prasad, I'm cumming." She thrust herself onto her fingers, arching her pelvis frantically to meet the pounding of her fingers as she continued to squeeze her tit roughly. "Oh shit,ooooooooohyesssssssssssssssss" she screamed. "Oh yes.yessssssssssssssss yes yessssssssssssss" Just when she was about to cum, Prasad released her right tit and slapped it hard. 

And then Rehana thrust her entire body into the air and screamed “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my goddddddddddddddddddddd yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssss”, the orgasmic sensation flooding her body with wave after wave of pleasure.

Then, at last, it was over, and Mrs. Rehana Khan opened her eyes slowly, taking stock of the situation. She lay there, panting still, both breasts exposed, and her right hand still buried in her pussy, while her left hand rested lightly on her left breast.

The truck. Suddenly, she remembered the truck. Looking up through the window, she saw that Prasad was driving right along side of the truck, and the driver was, indeed, getting an eyeful, periodically stealing a quick look toward the road, but quickly returning his gaze to her. In spite of it all, she smiled at him, blowing him a soft little kiss as she felt Prasad hit the accelerator and pull away. 

And as they sped away, she heard the trucker's horn blow – one short blast, followed by one long one. She raised her seat back slightly and straightened her blouse over her big fair soft breasts, knowing better than to put on her panties and saree without permission. She sat in silence for several minutes, watching the scenery hurry by.


Rehana arched her body, vaguely aware of a pleasurable sensation, but not yet alert enough to understand its source. Slowly, her dreams started to fade, replaced by the fogginess of her emerging awareness. Soon she recognized the source of the pleasure, recognized the familiar sensations emanating from her shaved cunt. She moaned softly, arching her pelvis, trying to meet the pleasure, inviting it to continue.

The pleasure continued as she gradually regained her sense of awareness. And then it stopped. "Noooooo," she whimpered softly. "Please don't stop."

"Sorry babe," she heard Prasad respond. Now totally awake, she opened her eyes and looked at him. "We're getting off the high way in 15 minutes. You need to get dressed now."

She looked down at herself, still naked from the waist down, and sighed. "Yes sir."


They were in half way to Mangalore city ,Prasad set the suitcase down on the floor of their hotel room and headed for the rest room. "I'll be right out," he called.

Rehana looked around the room. It was your typical hotel room, king size bed, chest of drawers, writing desk, table and chairs, television, and mini-bar. The décor, while nice, was decidedly neutral, doing very little to brighten up the place. The room reminded her of the hotel itself – nice, but nothing special. It was, however, convenient, located just a short drive from tomorrow's meeting place.

She walked over to the window and opened the dbangs wide. Great view, she thought sarcastically. They were in the last room on the second floor of the east wing of the hotel. If you looked northward, there was a fairly decent view of the hillocks in the distance. Of more concern to Rehana, however, was the west wing of the hotel, located not much more than 20 or 30 yards across the courtyard. 

In the room directly across the courtyard she noticed a man – a young man in his mid to late twenties - standing near the window, much as she was. He turned slowly, noticed Rehana looking at him, and smiled. After an awkward moment, he turned and walked away.

She heard the bathroom door open, followed by Prasad's footsteps as he moved across the floor towards her. She held her position, still gazing towards the room across the way, until she felt Prasad slide up behind her, wrap his arms around her and begin nibbling on her neck and ears.