Misc. Erotica The Goddess (COMPLETED) - By Novelist Casanova

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Kumar’s lips stayed close to my ear. His arms remained tightly around me, my heavy breasts still crushed against his chest, the hard shape of his cock pressed firmly against my pussy through the wet white panties and the white nighty. The heat between my legs had grown heavy and restless. I was still struggling to control my breathing when he whispered again.

“Remove the nighty, Aunty…”
His voice was soft, almost gentle.
“Just for a little while. Let me hug you the way I hug her.”
A fresh pulse of heat shot through my pussy. The soaked white panties clung even tighter. My nipples ached inside the white bra. For a moment the shameless part of me wanted to say yes. I forced the word out instead.
“No.”
Kumar did not loosen his arms. He only adjusted his hold so that my breasts pressed more fully against him and the thick ridge of his cock rubbed slowly across my pussy again.

“You are already so warm against me,” he murmured.
“I can feel how restless your body is. My teacher used to feel the same. Once the nighty was gone she always said it felt better… lighter… closer.”
“I said no,” I whispered, but my voice lacked strength. My fingers were still locked behind his neck. My hips had not moved away from the hard shape of his cock.
“Only the bra and panties, Aunty,” he continued quietly.
“Nothing more. I will only hug you. The way she likes it. You can tell me to stop whenever you want.”
The picture he kept painting — standing in front of him in only the white bra and the wet white panties, his arms around my bare waist, my breasts against his chest with nothing but the thin bra between us — made my pussy throb hard. Another trickle of wetness spread into the white panties. The struggle inside me grew sharper. One side still clung to the promise I had made my husband. The other side, left unfinished and aching, kept pushing me closer to giving in.

“This is wrong,” I said, almost to myself.
“I am married.”
“I know,” Kumar answered softly, kissing the side of my neck once more.
“I am only offering a hug. The same hug that makes her feel better when her body is restless like yours is now.”
My resistance was thinning. The heat in my lower stomach had become a steady, heavy ache. My nipples were so tight they hurt. The wet white panties felt slippery against my pussy lips every time either of us breathed. I opened my mouth, the word “yes” already forming on my tongue—
Then Sathyavathi’s voice called from the living room, clear and a little impatient.
“Are you ready yet? We’re getting late!”
The sound cut through the thick air between us like cold water. My body stiffened. Kumar’s arms loosened slightly, though he did not step away at once.
I swallowed and raised my voice just enough to answer.
“Five minutes!”
I turned my face back to Kumar. My voice was low and firm now, though my body was still trembling with leftover heat.
“Go.”
He looked at me for a second longer, the same soft, knowing expression on his face, then slowly released me and stepped back. I did not watch him leave the room. The moment he was gone I walked quickly into my bedroom, picked up a folded white towel from the bed, and went straight out through the back door.
The bathroom stood a short distance behind the house, its walls made of woven coconut leaves in the old village style. I stepped inside, closed the small door, and let the white towel fall onto the low wooden stool. My hands were still unsteady when I reached for the hem of the white nighty. I pulled it up over my head and dropped it aside. The warm air touched my bare waist, my stomach, and the undercurve of my heavy breasts above the white bra. The soaked white panties remained the only other piece of clothing on my body.

I stood there for a moment in the quiet of the coconut-leaf bathroom, still breathing too fast, the heat between my legs refusing to fade completely, and prepared to take my bath.