Incest Anjali

[neerathemall]

was on the flight to Mumbai and the hot air hostesses were unable to lure me as my brain was occupied with thoughts of fucking Anjali. Now I am a guy who has some control on things which allowed me to make things favorable for me. So I chose a long weekend which was absolutely free for me. I planned a trip to Mumbai and made arrangement in Anjali's office so that she couldn't get long off on that weekend. She has 4 free days but she cant plan a trip out of Mumbai and I was on my way to Mumbai with my dick hard for her beautiful pink lips and tight wet pussy.

I rented an apartment in her building and took a taxi directly for there. As I was getting off taxi my stars aligned in the most promising way and there she was all sweating and panting in her jogging dress in front of me. I could not have asked for more. It would have taken another plan for knocking on her door and then explaining the reason as why I rented an apartment on her floor. She was looking at me still trying to figure out as to how to greet me or respond to my presence in her neighborhood.
'Well, hello,' I said, 'Someone followed me from Delhi to here.'
I was all smiles to make her comfortable and I was openly showing my happiness as well.
'Viren, I don't know what to say. What brought u here?' she was still figuring out how to behave in front of a known face when her whole body specially tits were visible through the flimsy material of her wet top.
'You live here?' I asked.
'You are saying you are not stalking me?' she teased.
'I wish I were,' I laughed.
'I am on an office trip AND I am thankful to them that they lodged me here in your society. And I found you without an effort,' I was conscious to hide my excitement but I am sure that was a very fruitless effort.
'I live in 622,' she extended her hand.
'624 belongs to me for next 4 days,' I shook her hand gently. It was like a live wire for me when I touched her.
'You are living in 622 then, mister,' she said with a smile.
I let go of her hand and I was thanking God already.
She helped me up with my luggage. I was walking behind her fasting my eyes with every move of her sexy body. Her butt, her long legs, her narrow waist and the outline of her boobs.
We were in my apartment and she left me alone with a raging hard on and her words, 'Clean yourself up in 15 minutes and ring my bell, breakfast is ready.'
I was sure that today is not the day to open those long legs so I got out of my clothes and headed for bathroom. Opened her picture on FB and started shaking my dick. Her sweaty wet ass was in front of my eyes and I unloaded my seed so hard that I granted loud and almost passed out of the pleasure. I was sure she heard me if the door was open. I had to lie down for sometime to get my senses together. My phone rang and she was there.
'You cumming?' I'm sure I heard it right.
'Already came,' I replied as I knocked her door.
I wore a half sleeve t shirt and shorts as I have a body worth showing off. I wore a tightest possible underwear as I knew that my cock will give in on first glimpses of Anjali. She opened the door and greeted me with a big smile and my cock was hard a rock. She was about to give me a hug because of reflexes, I guess, but retracted midway as she got conscious. She led me into her place and I was following her close. She was clean but I could still smell her sweat and the aroma was intoxicating. Her hair was in a bun and her neck was visible. She wore a loose satin/cotton shirt and shorts which were hardly hiding her butt. Now I know why they are called hot pants. She was looking hot. The shirt was hanging loose around her tiny waist and covering her ass. Her fine long legs were smooth and were vibrating in a rhythm as she walked. I love the little extra material on legs to hold on and kiss, when you are fucking her in missionary.
I decides to make my presence felt so I kept walking even she showed me the couch in drawing room and I sat on the dining table from where I could see her in the kitchen. It was such a small thing that she didn't even notice. I was feasting on her frame as she fixed breakfast in kitchen. It was a beautiful small apartment and somehow she was like a show piece which was multiplying the beauty of the place. I was awestruck and my heart was beating in excitement. I asked for water and drank a full glass.
'How long you are here?' she asked sitting in front of me.
She has beautiful big blue eyes, pearl white teeth and my first love for her, a small mole on her nose. How will she look going down on me with my entire cock in her mouth, I was wondering.
'Viren!!'
'Hmm yeah,' I came back to my senses. 'You were asking?'
I could see red in her eyes and on her cheeks. She blushed as she noticed me staring at her. But thank god I was staring her face not her boobs.
'I'm staying as long as you are allowing me to stay in your apartment,' I quipped to make her comfortable.
'Ohh no, not that dear. I am asking how long are you in Mumbai?' she said laughing.
'Till Monday, may be. It's a weekend and I am still working. Hate to spoil your day as well. You must have your own plans.'
No she did not, I made sure of that.
'No plans,' she told, 'Office wants me to remain on call today and I have to report office tomorrow and Saturday, so no plans plus its great to have you here.'
'So you are free today. Show me your city if its not a biggie for u,' I tried my luck.
'Love to,' came out of her beautiful lips and I was overjoyed.
We were done eating. She said, 'Go and change for the day, I'll call you when I am ready.'
'Hey why don't we try Mumbai local, the famed train service. I mean I try, you must know that already,' I wanted to be close to her and what's better than the overcrowded Mumbai local. Car was creating a distance between us. She was driving and I wanted to feel her next to me.
'Fine with me, I already hate driving in this fucking traffic.'
I looked at her and laughed.
'Sorry for the language,' she said.
'Fine with me,' I winked.