Adultery Namrata’s sexual appetite… (Complete)

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Namrata's steps were also slightly unsteady as she walked on the footpath looking for auto-rickshaw. Even after walking for about ten minutes, she did not see any rickshaw. It was a quiet locality and she thought this might be the reason she could not find auto-rickshaw. She lit a cigarette and walked towards a bus stop hoping to take the bus instead. Her body still tingled in the afterglow of their exhausting sexual encounter as she walked feeling the aching, distant throbbing in her pussy that reminded her of what they had done. She reached the bus stop and luckily she saw an auto-rickshaw parked nearby.

The driver was sleeping on the back seat of auto-rickshaw. She called him to wake him up. "Mohali chaloge kyaa?" The driver got up with a startle. He was a young and handsome guy, around 18-19years old, with broad shoulders and shaggy black hairs. "nahIn  memsahaab... aaj bus or rickshaw waalon  ki hadtaal hai" he told her wiping his eyes.

"dekho.. mera ghar jaana jaroori hai... tum paise ki chintaa mat karo" she tried to lure him.

"dekhiye memsahaab.. main  aapki takaleef acchii tarah samajhta hoon , par ek to Mohali Punjab border ke doosri aur paDtaa hai...hamaare auto ka license wahaan  nahIn  chaltaa. Thulle (cops) pareshaan karte hain . doosre, agar auto-union waalon  ne passenger ke saath dekh liya to bahut mushkil ho jaayegi" he explained while unashamedly looking at her breasts which were visible through the thin material of her blouse. Namrata noticed this and to entice him, she adjusted her pallu in such a way that he could clearly look at her boobs and then again requested with a very coquettish smile, "tumhen  mun ha maangA inAma milegA."

"hum aapko naa bhi nahin  kaha saktaa hoon ... chaliye... par hum baahar-baahar ke raaste se aapko le jaaoon gA... thoDa time jyaada lagega..." driver agreed to take her. His voice was boyish and he spoke with a rustic accent.

"time ki parvaah mat karo... tum sirf mujhe ghar pahoon chA do" Namrata assured him as she got in the back of the auto-rickshaw.

Her mind was still on the wild and fulfilling episodes she had with Vandana. "Have I turned into a lesbian," she wondered. "Women like Vandana make me quiver and shiver, that's true," she thought "But I like men too." All these thoughts once again triggered the endless throbbing of her blood, the hot hungry itchiness of her still-gripping cunt. What's coming over me? She thought. Why won't it go away? I really am a nymphomaniac after all. While she was turning all this over in her head, and trying to suppress or ignore the gushing tumult of her blood and the hot unsatisfied yearnings in her burning pussy, she caught the driver glancing at her in the rearview mirror. He stared at her brazenly, eating her with his eyes, promising to deliver anything she might request. The double meaning song was playing on auto-rickshaw's stereo. "maal gaaDi ko dhakkA lagA, dhakkA lagA, dhakkA lagA.." And she suddenly knew that there must be something about her he could smell. 

She noticed his face with a vicious, sarcastic twist as the song changed to "choli ke peechhe kya hai... choli ke peechhe..." and she realized her own boobs were visible through her blouse, as she was not wearing bra. In some ways she must be advertising herself like a bitch in heat. It was getting little dark and they were passing through a very lonely stretch of road. Still, the way he kept looking at her gave her goose bumps. His dark bold eyes riveted hers in the mirror for such long periods that she was afraid he might loose the control and swerve into the bushes or hit the trees along the road. Namrata could feel herself being swept over with a lascivious wave. Her sexual encounters of the last week had reawakened her appetites, rekindled her needs.