24-05-2019, 03:54 PM
I am a senior executive working for a reputed multinational company. I am in my fifties. I am tall, well built and have a distinguished personality. I am fit, active & healthy, with a strong libido and a keen eye for members of the opposite sex. My kids are grown up & studying abroad.
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You are a young, healthy, mature girl in your early thirties. You are of medium height, fair and plump, with a nicely rounded figure. Ever since you hit puberty, you have been aware of your sexuality. You've always liked to wear fashionable, attractive apparel that is just a little more daring than what other girls from your conservative upper middle class background would choose. You are in fact a closet exhibitionist, something you didn't know till we met.
You are keenly sensitive to the reactions you evoke in members of the opposite sex and love to be the center of their attention. You feel a shiver of excitement whenever you see a man staring at your curvaceous body; although you take care to feign indifference, not revealing your true feelings. You've been married for several years and have a young kid. The initial excitement of marriage has long since worn off, replaced by the monotony of a humdrum wedded life in a sleepy small town. Your hubby is a nice man, but isn't exactly one to sweep a girl off her feet. You long for a bit of excitement, to experience the thrill of a chase, to have an attractive man fall for you and perhaps to seduce you. In short, you are ripe for a fling...
Opportunity knocks when your hubby goes off to the US on a six month assignment. Your mother agrees to look after your kid as you move to Mumbai to try for an opening in the TV industry as a scriptwriter; you have always had a flair for writing. You stay with your aunt and her hubby. They are a childless working couple, staying in an apartment right across mine.
Sparks fly between us the moment we set our eyes on each other. You are unable to control yourself as your inhibitions dissolve and you flirt outrageously. Almost inevitably, we drift into an affair. We have our first tryst in your aunt's apartment and later, we spend a dirty weekend together...
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It's been almost eight weeks since we spent a weekend together. I've been busy in the meantime. I've just returned from a fortnight long business tour of Europe & have thereafter been up to my neck in hectic rounds of meetings & consultations. Nevertheless, I can't forget the thrill of our illicit liaison. During odd moments of respite, I catch myself getting an erection as I remember your hot young body writhing under me and your throaty moans as I pound your pussy senseless. I'd love to get inside your pants again & wonder when I can get an opportunity...
Since we are next door neighbors, we've met a few times in the lobby or downstairs in the compound. But every time you've averted your eyes while walking past me, in stark contrast with the flirtatious small talk that we used to exchange in the past. It seems you've been avoiding me. I wonder why...
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You too have been busy in the interregnum. Your efforts to develop contacts in the TV industry have started bearing fruit. You are hoping to get some work soon. But in spite of these preoccupations, you too cannot get our liaison out of your system. You sometimes lie awake in bed, remembering the intense peaks of pleasure you've experienced at my hands, your fingers stroking your clit in an effort to re-live those moments. You realize you might be getting hooked. You want to break loose & decide not to let our affair continue. To keep you even busier, you join a gym and work out vigorously for an hour thrice a week. The results soon show; you lose 3-4 kilos, your skin acquires a healthy glow & there is an extra bounce in your walk. However, your mind stubbornly refuses to let go of the memories of our times together. They are too powerful, too erotic...
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You are a young, healthy, mature girl in your early thirties. You are of medium height, fair and plump, with a nicely rounded figure. Ever since you hit puberty, you have been aware of your sexuality. You've always liked to wear fashionable, attractive apparel that is just a little more daring than what other girls from your conservative upper middle class background would choose. You are in fact a closet exhibitionist, something you didn't know till we met.
You are keenly sensitive to the reactions you evoke in members of the opposite sex and love to be the center of their attention. You feel a shiver of excitement whenever you see a man staring at your curvaceous body; although you take care to feign indifference, not revealing your true feelings. You've been married for several years and have a young kid. The initial excitement of marriage has long since worn off, replaced by the monotony of a humdrum wedded life in a sleepy small town. Your hubby is a nice man, but isn't exactly one to sweep a girl off her feet. You long for a bit of excitement, to experience the thrill of a chase, to have an attractive man fall for you and perhaps to seduce you. In short, you are ripe for a fling...
Opportunity knocks when your hubby goes off to the US on a six month assignment. Your mother agrees to look after your kid as you move to Mumbai to try for an opening in the TV industry as a scriptwriter; you have always had a flair for writing. You stay with your aunt and her hubby. They are a childless working couple, staying in an apartment right across mine.
Sparks fly between us the moment we set our eyes on each other. You are unable to control yourself as your inhibitions dissolve and you flirt outrageously. Almost inevitably, we drift into an affair. We have our first tryst in your aunt's apartment and later, we spend a dirty weekend together...
***
It's been almost eight weeks since we spent a weekend together. I've been busy in the meantime. I've just returned from a fortnight long business tour of Europe & have thereafter been up to my neck in hectic rounds of meetings & consultations. Nevertheless, I can't forget the thrill of our illicit liaison. During odd moments of respite, I catch myself getting an erection as I remember your hot young body writhing under me and your throaty moans as I pound your pussy senseless. I'd love to get inside your pants again & wonder when I can get an opportunity...
Since we are next door neighbors, we've met a few times in the lobby or downstairs in the compound. But every time you've averted your eyes while walking past me, in stark contrast with the flirtatious small talk that we used to exchange in the past. It seems you've been avoiding me. I wonder why...
***
You too have been busy in the interregnum. Your efforts to develop contacts in the TV industry have started bearing fruit. You are hoping to get some work soon. But in spite of these preoccupations, you too cannot get our liaison out of your system. You sometimes lie awake in bed, remembering the intense peaks of pleasure you've experienced at my hands, your fingers stroking your clit in an effort to re-live those moments. You realize you might be getting hooked. You want to break loose & decide not to let our affair continue. To keep you even busier, you join a gym and work out vigorously for an hour thrice a week. The results soon show; you lose 3-4 kilos, your skin acquires a healthy glow & there is an extra bounce in your walk. However, your mind stubbornly refuses to let go of the memories of our times together. They are too powerful, too erotic...
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