26-09-2019, 06:34 PM
One more blissful time before she reached home?
A tremendous surge of lascivious excitement charged through her and her mind was filled with visions of shameless plans to seduce the young auto-rickshaw driver who sat staring openly at her. Ever since she had started seducing her students, perfect young smooth boys had become her weakness. She could see that he was a good deal older than any of the students at her college, but there was something about his appearance that hid his age from her. He could be anywhere from eighteen to twenty, thought Namrata quickly. This could be pretty interesting. " I might have a great deal of fun with this one," thought Namrata.
"kahan ke rahne waale ho tum...aur naam kya hai" Namrata initiated the conversation as she lit a cigarette.
"Lokesh naam hai hamara aur hum bihar se yahan aaya hoon ..." he replied, " apne chacha ke paas... yeh autorickshaw bhi chacha ka hi hai..."
"kab se ho yahAn " she asked as she pulled out a hip pocket flask from her purse and took a much needed swig. Her flask held four or five stiffies at say one measure per gulp.
"ek hi saal hua hai abhi... metric pass karne ke baad idhar aayA hoon ... rozgaar ke liye" Lokesh replied.
"tau tumhaari shaadi-vaadi hui ki nahin abhi?" Namrata asked with a sexy smile.
"shaadi to hamrai bachpan mein hi ho gayi thi..." he replied blushingly "par abhi tak gauna nahin hua hai"
"gauna... who kya hai?"
"gauna... matlab abhi tak hamaari lugaai hamaare saath nahin hai... apne mayake mein hi hai... vidaai nahin hui hai.... pahle hum do char paise jod lein ... phir vidaai ki rasam hogi"... he explained.
"tau tum aba tak kunware hi ho.... mera matlab tumhen biwi ki jaroorat nahin mahsoos hoti?..... Namrata's sultry voice, and sizzling smile suggested only one thing: sex. She took a drag of her cigarette, shaking her head as she exhaled.
The young driver tried to speak, but he could not, so instead, he just mumbled incoherently. He was totally confused. A rich and beautiful, half-drunk woman talking to him like this... what was going on? Maybe she's gonna let him fuck her after all. He had had sex only once in his life and now he remembered the one girl he had fucked, back in his village. He knew that after he dropped this pretty woman at her destination, he would probably have to masturbate.
Namrata couldn't help smiling as she saw him squirm in embarrassment. Namrata knew that he was in an agony of confusion and frustration as she brazenly flaunted her intentions. She was enjoying teasing him while testing his guts. Watching the young auto-rickshaw driver in this condition, and knowing that she alone had caused it, gave her a little secret thrill. She had gone through this many times with her own students.
Namrata twisted in the seat, spreading her knees little wider apart, massaged her crotch gently with her hand, from over her saree. Driver's eyes were ready to bounce out of his head. She grinned at him, but he didn't notice. His attention was torn between her crotch and keeping the auto-rickshaw in the dirt road. With her mouth half-open, she placed the tip of her tongue against the ridge of her upper teeth as she stared back murkily at him. Her eyes were saying to him, you could fuck me if you want to, and she knew her body was saying it too, it was smoking with invitations that only a stone could have failed to notice.
A tremendous surge of lascivious excitement charged through her and her mind was filled with visions of shameless plans to seduce the young auto-rickshaw driver who sat staring openly at her. Ever since she had started seducing her students, perfect young smooth boys had become her weakness. She could see that he was a good deal older than any of the students at her college, but there was something about his appearance that hid his age from her. He could be anywhere from eighteen to twenty, thought Namrata quickly. This could be pretty interesting. " I might have a great deal of fun with this one," thought Namrata.
"kahan ke rahne waale ho tum...aur naam kya hai" Namrata initiated the conversation as she lit a cigarette.
"Lokesh naam hai hamara aur hum bihar se yahan aaya hoon ..." he replied, " apne chacha ke paas... yeh autorickshaw bhi chacha ka hi hai..."
"kab se ho yahAn " she asked as she pulled out a hip pocket flask from her purse and took a much needed swig. Her flask held four or five stiffies at say one measure per gulp.
"ek hi saal hua hai abhi... metric pass karne ke baad idhar aayA hoon ... rozgaar ke liye" Lokesh replied.
"tau tumhaari shaadi-vaadi hui ki nahin abhi?" Namrata asked with a sexy smile.
"shaadi to hamrai bachpan mein hi ho gayi thi..." he replied blushingly "par abhi tak gauna nahin hua hai"
"gauna... who kya hai?"
"gauna... matlab abhi tak hamaari lugaai hamaare saath nahin hai... apne mayake mein hi hai... vidaai nahin hui hai.... pahle hum do char paise jod lein ... phir vidaai ki rasam hogi"... he explained.
"tau tum aba tak kunware hi ho.... mera matlab tumhen biwi ki jaroorat nahin mahsoos hoti?..... Namrata's sultry voice, and sizzling smile suggested only one thing: sex. She took a drag of her cigarette, shaking her head as she exhaled.
The young driver tried to speak, but he could not, so instead, he just mumbled incoherently. He was totally confused. A rich and beautiful, half-drunk woman talking to him like this... what was going on? Maybe she's gonna let him fuck her after all. He had had sex only once in his life and now he remembered the one girl he had fucked, back in his village. He knew that after he dropped this pretty woman at her destination, he would probably have to masturbate.
Namrata couldn't help smiling as she saw him squirm in embarrassment. Namrata knew that he was in an agony of confusion and frustration as she brazenly flaunted her intentions. She was enjoying teasing him while testing his guts. Watching the young auto-rickshaw driver in this condition, and knowing that she alone had caused it, gave her a little secret thrill. She had gone through this many times with her own students.
Namrata twisted in the seat, spreading her knees little wider apart, massaged her crotch gently with her hand, from over her saree. Driver's eyes were ready to bounce out of his head. She grinned at him, but he didn't notice. His attention was torn between her crotch and keeping the auto-rickshaw in the dirt road. With her mouth half-open, she placed the tip of her tongue against the ridge of her upper teeth as she stared back murkily at him. Her eyes were saying to him, you could fuck me if you want to, and she knew her body was saying it too, it was smoking with invitations that only a stone could have failed to notice.
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