Misc. Erotica Donor Uncle in Apartment

"Not now, after a long fucking, I am tired," she giggled.

Sumati again looked into the open garbage valley, and cried loudly, "Hey, everyone, see us. We are completely naked. Sahib has fucked me. This is my first fucking, and I have enjoyed very much of his fucking."

Her voice again echoed in the valley. Pawan Kumar could not resist his laughing.

"Are you feeling hungry?" she asked.

"slight," replied Pawan Kumar smilingly.

Then she opened her polythene bag and picked out some fruits collected from the garbage. She had separated the rotten portions earlier. The separated pieces of the fruits seemed to be good. She offered him some fruit. Pawan Kumar was not at all hesitant to receive her offer to keep her sentiments, but from a hygienic point of view, he washed those in water from his bottle. She collected a large number of various fruits which were more than sufficient for two persons. They started to nibble the fruits.

Then Pawan Kumar asked, "Now, Sumati, tell me how birds feed their chicks?"

"They usually tap their beak against the baby birds' beak to feed the food. The babies stick their beak down the parent's throat and suck up to food," replied Sumati.

"Similarly, we will feed each other," he said.

"How? You teach me," said Sumati in a curious voice.

Sumati was chewing apple pieces inside her mouth. Pawan Kumar went near to her and opened his mouth.

"Sumati, now transfer all the apple pieces you are chewing inside your mouth to my opened mouth. You ensure that those should be well mixed with your saliva so that I could gulp it down easily," said Pawan Kumar.

"Ohhh, I understand it," she nodded her head.

Both of them exchanged their food through their mouth.

"Your saliva mixed chewed apple pieces were very tasty...yummy!" said Pawan Kumar.

"But yours were tastier. Your saliva had such a good flavor that I have never tasted in my life," said Sumati.

Both of them finished the fruits.

Pawan Kumar squatted before Sumati, and said, "Sumati, pee inside my mouth so that I could wash my mouth."

She stood before him, her golden shower sprinkled from between her cunt lips, and splashed in the face of Pawan Kumar. Pawan Kumar filled his mouth with hot water, and after a second, spilled out from his mouth. Her sprinkling was incessant, so he drank a maximum of it.

"Now, my turn," said Sumati, and she also squatted before him.

Pawan Kumar raised his cock with his right hand and aimed it to her open mouth. A thick line of hot yellow stream spurted out from his small piss hole and fell inside her mouth. She not only washed her mouth but gulped down the hot drink maximum.

"Sumati, have you tasted wine?" asked Pawan Kumar.

"Yes, Sahib, sometimes, when I feel dead tired due to day's hard task, I take country made cheap wine prepared in slum area along with my sister-in-law," she said.

"Ohhh...you take those cheap wine with Basanti," exclaimed Pawan Kumar.

"Those are very bitter and hard in taste, but very intoxicating. I like to be intoxicated," she laughed showing her dirty teeth.

"I have foreign liquor, let us taste it," said Pawan Kumar.

He picked out the whiskey bottle, disposal glasses, water bottle, and dry snacks. Sumati spread the Gamcha on garbage, and Pawan Kumar placed all those on Gamcha.

Pawan Kumar poured the wine, prepared the drinks, gauging the amount of alcohol he distributed to each one. he was mixing them about half and half whiskey and water.

He handed over her the glass of wine and asked, "Sumati, do you have any idea what it is?"

"It tastes very sweet with little hardness," she replied.

"It is whiskey, prepared in a foreign country," he explained.

She finished it very quickly, and then leaned forward and set her glass down on the Gamcha. Pawan Kumar refilled her glass with another big drink of wine for her. When Pawan Kumar had finished two glasses of wine, Sumati had already finished three glasses. Now, she was already intoxicated.

She stared at him intently and said, "As I told you, I am the queen of this garbage wasteland. All these birds and animals are my subjects. Since you are my husband, you are the king of this kingdom."

She stood up, her eyes were already red. She dragged Pawan Kumar towards the corner of the top.

"See that side near the heaps of that garbage. You will find a water spot. Can you see?" she asked.

Pawan Kumar could see a water spot in distance. "Yes," he replied.

"Now, I will show you that beautiful spot of my kingdom, come with me," she said and dragged Pawan Kumar along with her and started to climb down the mountain.

Since she was drunk, Pawan Kumar silently followed her. Her step was unstable, and she stumbled across the garbage, and about to slip, but luckily Pawan Kumar gripped her hand.

She smiled with her beautiful dropping eyes, and said, "Thank you, my king."

They reached the foothill and headed towards the water spot.

"We should walk together like this," she said, and clung her right hand on his shoulders, encircled it around his back.

He also encircled his hands on her shoulder and squeezed her left breast.

"Now, I will run, and you have to catch me from my behind," she said and started running.

Pawan Kumar started running after her, and within a minute he jumped over her, grabbing her waist, and she fell on garbage. Sumati could feel his hands on her breasts, and his soft cock near the crack of her buttocks. Pawan Kumar kissed her cheek and lips affectionately and lovingly for sometimes. Then both of them headed towards the destination.

In the midway, Sumati said, "Let us dance."

She swayed her waist, and her breasts were moving rhythmically up and down. When Pawan Kumar danced with her, his cock was dangling with high speed.

Seeing this, Sumati laughed and laughed, "Sahib, you look so funny."

Again, they encircled each other's hands in shoulders and moved ahead. For the first time in his life, Pawan Kumar forgot that he was a man of 59 years. With this slum girl, he was back in the past and felt that he was a boy. He had never felt such a type of pleasure ever in his life. He remembered an old movie 'Blue Lagoon' and felt that they were the characters of the movie, roaming about freely in the deserted island. Nobody was there to intervene. They were free lovers.

On reaching the spot, they were confronted by mountains of organic waste, mixed with medical and electrical waste, leachate from the organic waste gets mixed with plastic, sanitary and hazardous waste, they passed this filthy mountain from the side, keeping a much safe distance, and could see a big long and wide pond ahead.

Fed by a stream of nearby river and rain, the pond received water from drains. It was mixed with city wastewater and with the purer flows from the hill and nearby river. Green vegetation of long green grass and some trees surrounded the pond. Polluted by pesticide and fertilizer runoff, contaminated with fecal bacteria, muddied by erosion and sewage, the pond was slowly turning into ditch water. The peculiarity of the pond was that half of it was full of garbage from the dump yard.and the city's wastewater, but the other half had clean water coming from streams of the hills and river.

They went near the clean water side of the pond, fully naked like Adam and Eve. The sun was going down. There was a cool air blowing in the surroundings. The chirping of birds could be heard in the trees surrounding the pond. The clamor of hundreds of whistling-ducks in clean water invited their attention. Their pulsed whistles and squeals lanced over the water. Suddenly, the air reverberated. The beat and rush of wings roiled the air overhead as hundreds of pintail ducks and greylag geese took wing from rippling pond to the splayed-out sky. The storks still soared in the distance. He was able to see hawks soaring on the wind currents over the pond.

Pawan Kumar was fascinated by the scene. At some distance, they could see a railway track.

"Sometimes, I come here to see the trains. I enjoy watching trains, but the trains would not stop here," said Sumati.

Then they heard the tracks shrilled and clattered under metal wheels, and a train passed near them. Sumati was watching with pleasure in her wider eyes.

"Let us return," said Sumati.

They reached near their original abode of the mountain. They again climbed up the mountain as their clothes and bag of food items, Gamcha, and whiskey bottle were lying at top of the mountain. It was twilight, and Sun was going to set. The evening was approaching.

Sumati suddenly clung to him, poured out hot kisses on his face and lips, "Sahib, I love you, I want to marry you."

Pawan Kumar returned her hot kisses, and probed his tongue inside her mouth, and started to suck her tongue.

"Do you watch Bollywood movies? Have you seen how hero and heroine romance in the snow? How romantically they slide across the snow?" asked Sumati.

"Yes, I have seen," replied Pawan Kumar.

"Here, we both are hero and heroine, and we will make our romance in snow," said Sumati smilingly.

Surprisingly, Pawan Kumar asked, "How?"

She found out strong wood cardboard. She placed it near the edge of the top of the mound.

"You see, the surface is wet. I will sit in the front of this plywood spreading my legs on two sides, then you will sit behind me pressing my body with your left hand, and like an oar to steer a boat through the water, you have to use your right hand like an oar to push the cardboard with force, and you will find the carboard sliding towards down and carrying both of us to the foothill of the mountain, I have tried it several times," she said.

Pawan Kumar was amazed at her sharp intelligence. They collected their bags. When she sat on the front, Pawan Kumar was fascinated by her bulky round buttocks. His cock sprang into action, and he had a hard one. He closely sat behind her, grabbing her body from behind by putting her left hand under her arm so that he could grab her breast. Sumati was very happy in this position as Pawan Kumar was squeezing her breast, and after some time, he started kneading her nipple which had become very hard. Sumati could feel the enormous rounded head behind her ass crack. He kissed her on the backside of her neck.

"Sumati, it is time for sliding down, but before that, you move behind a little, close to my lap so that tightly I could grab you," he said.

Sumati raised her big wide buttocks, Pawan Kumar could see her puckered ass hole, and she sat above her steel rod. Pawan Kumar placed his big knob around her sphincter and ensured that with a slight jerk, it would go inside.

Then with his right hand, he pushed behind like an oar, and the Plywood slid downward with a speed. There was a lot of jerking, and there was a 'Pluppp'sound, and he could feel the entry of his knob a few inches inside. Sumati also felt the entry of his cock head inside her ass hole. She felt a strange sensation which was totally different from the entry of his cock inside her pussy. As the plywood slid down, more jerk happened, and Pawan Kumar felt the tightness of her sphincter as his entire cock head was inside the ring. Pawan Kumar felt as if he would cum immediately inside her but he controlled himself. The reaching point was just 10 feet away when there was an imbalance, and both of them fell away from the cardboard, rolling on garbage, his dick disengaged from her ass hole, and both of them reached near the foot of the mountain. The faces of both were smeared with filth and dirt and they were sweating like crazy.

"What a journey!" Sumati giggled. They embraced each other.

"Let us go there," Sumati indicated a hidden place surrounded by four small heaps of garbage.

"I need a drink," Sumati said.

Pawan Kumar picked out his whiskey bottle and poured in two glasses. She finished the glass and asked for another.

"Sumati, this would be your last glass, already you have taken much earlier. If you take much, you will be drunk, and we cannot reach home. We have to spend the night here," warned Pawan Kumar.

"OK, I will obey you, my king, unless I am slightly drunk, I don't feel rejuvenated," she smiled.

Emboldened by a mix of alcohol and arousal, Sumati moved up and said, "I want to sit on your lap facing you,"

Without waiting for his response, she sat on his lap facing him by encircling her two legs around his waist. She stared at his eyes intently. Then she started seducing him by giving him a sensuous look, biting her lower lip and started playing with his hair.

Pawan Kumar felt that this cute slum girl became sensuous and seductive after a few drinks. The drunk girl could be quite entertaining.

"Did you feel odd when my cock entered in your ass hole due to jerking?" he asked.

"No, rather I enjoyed it. It gave me a new type of immense pleasure," she said.

"Should we repeat that?" asked Pawan Kumar.

"I don't know," she said and remained silent avoiding his eyes.

He put his lips on her mouth and smooched her. By that time the alcohol effect on her had subsided and she became normal.

It was already evening, and darkness enveloped the entire area, but it was a full moon evening, the full moon was rising in the sky, and the floodlight of the moon was strewn around the garbage valley. Both of them could see each other clearly. The atmosphere became cool and soothing. The cool silvery moonlight simply fascinated Pawan Kumar.

The glorious moon was shining in the sky and accompanied by the twinkling stars.

"Are not these twinkling stars beautiful! They looked like little fairies, and it seemed to be a good companion to us," said Sumati, and tightly embraced him.

"Yes dear, perhaps they are more lovable and reliable than a human companion," replied Pawan Kumar.

"You see, the heaps of garbage look like giants," exclaimed Sumati.

This moonlit evening was a pleasant and enjoyable evening for them. Especially, when it was a full moonlit evening. The autumnal moon was beaming its mellow light. The moon was gloss like a piece of glass. it looked beautiful in the blue autumnal sky. The sky in Autumn was clear. Here and there a few patches of white clouds were floating swiftly. The moon was playing hide-and-seek with these bulging pieces of clouds. It was very pleasant to look at the sky at the time and to hear the night-birds play their sweet notes in the moonlit sky. Both Pawan Kumar and Sumati was amazed to look at the sky. Both of them felt everything romantic. The garbage valley seemed to be washed with moon-light.

Sumati could see her well known two stray dogs sitting a few distances from them as if they were guarding the lovers against the intruder.

Pawan Kumar held her cool bare body up against his warm, firm chest. He ran his hand smoothly over her body, and Sumati twitched excitedly under his fingers.

"What would you like me to do?" he asked.

"Anything," she murmured, "Just do what you want to me."

A deep growl started in his chest, he stood up and he straddled her face, dipping his balls into her mouth, her lip-gloss smearing over the soft skin. She began to lick them, taking in the musky scent and reaching up to stroke his monster rod. Sumati could feel her exposed pussy swelling and throbbing between her legs, imploring Pawan Kumar to touch the smooth folds. He was rock hard now, and he told her to spit on his cock. Sumati let her saliva run over his length, licking up and down, and sucking him until she felt his tip hit the back of her throat. Then, Pawan Kumar rolled her over on to his front, and she groaned. Ohhh...god, again he was going to have that cock in her pussy. God, she wanted it badly.

Pawan Kumar knelt between her legs, and his tongue darted out to touch her cunt lips. He parted her ass cheeks and ran his tongue around the rim of her tiny rose. Sumati tensed. No one had ever touched that hole before, it was a strange sensation and feeling.

Pawan Kumar licked her clit, relaxing her a little, but kept going back to her virgin opening. The touch of his tongue sent her nerve endings into ecstasy and she let out a gasp of pleasure.

"Fuck me, fuck me!" Sumati whimpered her whole pussy almost on fire with desperation.

Pawan Kumar squatted over her, his feet on the ground on either side of her thighs, and positioned his dick at her opening. He dipped the cock head barely into the opening of her cunt lips, in and out so delicately she nearly passed out. Sumati's whole head was spinning and she wanted him inside her. She begged again, and he thrust himself deep inside her in one move.

Sumati screamed, "Yes, ohh God, yes. Fuck me!"

No sooner had he shoved his length inside her, though, but he withdrew and she nearly cried with frustration. His cock slick with her flowing juices, he circled the head around her asshole and Sumati tensed up again. He urged her to relax, and Sumati was so horny and frantic that she did as he told her.

Pawan Kumar hovered above her, his cock twitching against her pulsating holes. He pushed his dick against her rim and stretched her ass wide to welcome him into her virgin canal. It hurt at first, but he pressed and pushed slowly so as not to tear her delicate anus. Sumati lifted her ass toward him and his cock sunk into her. He was balls deep now, and she could feel the muscle walls of her ass clamping around his cock, trying to push the unfamiliar intruder out.

Pawan Kumar moved his dick in and out of her slowly at first, until she became more used to the invader. She started willingly moving too, encouraging him to thrust faster. Pawan Kumar drew his cock nearly out of her butt hole, then shoved it back in suddenly.

She yelled out, "Oh my God, yes, fuck my ass, Sahib!"

Sumati pushed her hand underneath her stomach and fingered her clit fast and roughly as he pounded her virgin ass hard. Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, washing over her from her toes up, and her rim clenched around Pawan Kumar's dick like a vice. Sumati milked his cock with her ass until he shot his creamy load inside her anus. Pawan Kumar collapsed on top of her, panting. Her whole pussy was pulsating as her climax calmed down. She felt so alive!

"Sumati, you still want this in your pussy?" he gasped, palming his semi-erect cock.

She nodded eagerly.

"But you have to suck it for getting it hard again," said Pawan Kumar.

"OK," she nodded her head and knelt before his cock.

Immediately, she put it in her mouth and started sucking. Suddenly she felt the cock spurted a spoonful thick blob inside her mouth. She withdrew the cock and looked at Pawan Kumar.

"Sumati, don't worry! It was my remaining last cum which was accumulated. Just gulp it down, you will find it tasty," said Pawan Kumar.

Sumati made a face when she found it acidic, a hard and different flavor, of course with an erotic fragrance.

She said, "Not bad."

She again started sucking his dick, after few minutes, it became so hard and hot that Sumati felt the burning sensation inside her cavity, and also, she felt that her mouth was a small place to accommodate such a huge monster. She withdrew her mouth. Pawan Kumar's dick was throbbing up and down and was glistening in moonlit as it bathed with her saliva.

Sumati rolled over on to her back. He held her ankles together above her, so she was helpless to accept the cock that was jumping up and down at the entrance to her sex lips. He came at her with force, ramming himself inside her pussy hole. Her ass still twitched from the hammering it had just received as he fucked her hard, cum dripping from it. He started fucking her like a bull.

The huge cock was reaching the end of her pussy as her pussy muscles were accommodating his huge cock deeper inside her pussy.

"Fuck me...fuck me Sahib...harder...ohhhhh," she was panting and moaning.

She was writhing her body with an uncontrollable movement. Now, it was difficult for Pawan Kumar to keep her static. He felt that his cock has reached near the end of her pussy, and would not move further. He withdrew it few inches then pushed further. His cock was going like a piston, in and out, in and out in her moistened pussy. Her pussy juices were adding like engine oil to smoother the movement of his piston.

He grabbed at her breasts, now within reach of his fervent hands, then she came almost straight away, screaming so loud she felt hoarse. Pawan Kumar also felt his cock clamped by the muscles, and again loosened, again clamped and loosened, he felt a hot wave of liquid passing above his cock, and he knew she was cumming. Pawan Kumar bucked and came too, his hot liquid splashing against her pussy walls.

He had exploited all her orifices and she lay on the garbage, sweaty and vulnerable, as he knelt and licked her through another orgasm.

"Oh God," she muttered when he finally sat up to get the water from the bottle.

Pawan Kumar smiled and kissed her. Pawan Kumar guessed the time to be around 8.00 pm. Pawan Kumar watched her putting on her salwar and kameez. The entire front portion of her kameez was ripped apart, and her boobs were popping out. He handed over her the Gamcha which he was using as a headscarf.

"Sumati put this Gamcha on your front portion, and cover your breasts," he advised her. He also put on his Gamcha on his loins.

"This is the best moonlit evening," said Pawan Kumar.

"I have also never seen such type of moonlit evening ever in my life. I will remember this evening throughout my life," said Sumati.

Both of them headed towards the slum area, and they reached Savita's hut. He knocked on the door, and Savita opened the door. He was surprised to find Basanti also.

Sumati was feeling so shy that she was hiding behind Pawan Kumar to avoid them.

"What happened to my little girl? Why are you hiding your face, my dear niece? Come near to me," coaxed Savita.

With too much shyness and dropping her eyes, Sumati came out behind him and touched the feet of Savita.

"My dear child, have you given pleasure to our Sahib?"

"Yes, Aunty," whispered Sumati, and she rushed towards Basanti, her sister-in-law, and hid her face with her pallu.

"You know, Sumati is special to me. Now, every weekend, I will come and spend time with her till I retire," he said.

"Sahib, she is completely yours, and we will not make any hindrance between her and you," assured Savita.

"By the way where is Shyamlaal?" asked Pawan Kumar.

"Sahib, he has gone outside, and will be back by tomorrow evening," replied Savita.

Then he turned towards Basanti, "What about your husband?"

"Sahib, he has also gone outside, and would return after two days,' replied Basanti.

"Savita, take this Rs.200/-, and ensure that you buy new salwar and kameez for Sumati positively by tomorrow morning," he said in a voice of authority.

"Yes, Sahib," replied Savita.

Then he said, "I want to take a bath, and immediately I will have my dinner. In the meantime, prepare your bedroom nicely as Sumati will sleep with me in your bedroom tonight. You both will be sleeping in this living room."

"Sahib, here is your dinner," a voice was heard.

Pawan Kumar noticed the pantry car boy standing near him with a tray of dinner. His consciousness did not return immediately from a different world. He was so merged in the world of the slum that at first, he could not understand in which world he existed. Then slowly, he realized that this was another world, he was traveling on a train. He finished his dinner. By 10 pm, everyone on the train had mellowly downed for the night. Pawan Kumar closed his eyes, and within a few minutes, he was in deep slumber.

The next day, Moushumi woke up early morning as she had to go to Visakhapatnam Railway station to receive Pawan Uncle as he was coming from Kolkata. The scheduled arrival time of the train was 7.30 AM. She wore a beautiful pink saree after taking a bath, her hair was wet, her hands were full of mehndi (kind of temporary Indian tattoo applied to married women), her ears and nose were pierced and were having golden jewelry on them, her neck was having a golden chain and locket with black beads called Mangal sutra(a necklace worn by a Hindu woman to signify that she is married), her back was donning a golden thin chain, her ankles were having silver anklets and her feet fingers were having rings. Moushumi reached the station quite before the scheduled time of arrival and was waiting for the arrival of the train on the platform.

Pawan Kumar was awoken by the call of Train Attendant as the train was approaching near Visakhapatnam. He opened his eyes and looked at his wristwatch, it was 7.20 AM.

He glanced toward the new couple opposite him, they were sleeping peacefully. He slightly raised the window screen, it was a bright morning, sunny weather unlike what he experienced a previous day in Kolkata. Immediately, he got ready as he longed to see Moushumi. He wanted a change of the scenario, after fucking the slum girl Sumati, he wanted to fuck a young city woman like Moushumi.

The train slowed down; the guards announced the arrival of Visakhapatnam station. The train ultimately stopped; the journey ceased. Pawan Kumar with his suitcase came near to the exit door. The steps of the coach were still shaking a little when Pawan Kumar climbed down. Into his face, coming out of the air of the carriage, he could feel fresh air although there was a heavy crowd jostling each other to board the train. The activities on the platform were something to be watched. The coolies were carrying luggage from one platform to another. Some passengers were looking in the direction of the incoming train.

All the waiting rooms were overcrowded. There were some passengers in the refreshment room. There was a great rush at the tea stalls. Everybody was in a hurry. People were throwing luggage through the windows of the train. There was a great rush in and out. The hawkers were crying the names of their wares at the top of their voices. Watermen were supplying water at thirsty passengers. Porters were loading and unloading parcels from out of the parcel van.

He was looking for Moushumi among many people's backs and the backs of their heads. Then he noticed her among the crowd due to her pink saree. She waved her hand to him, and he kept treading on his way through the crowd to reach her.

She touched his feet, "Uncle, how are you?" asked with a smile.

"Moushumi, I am fine, you are quite changed since I saw you last," he said after embracing and pecked her on the cheek.

He was unable to kiss her on her lips before the public. He glanced toward her. The sari was silky pink and black and she looked very gorgeous. He got shocked to see her like that and her eyes and smile took his heart.

He called her aside and told, "Moushumi, you are looking gorgeous and marvelous. I have never seen you in these outfits before. Never take out these pieces of jewelry away as long as I am with you at Visakhapatnam, I want to see you wear them every single day till I leave from you. You are a goddess of beauty."

She felt very shy, and with a downward glance said, "Thank you, Uncle."

They left Platform and came out outside. Immediately, a taxi came and stopped near them. Both of them sat inside the taxi on the back seat, and the taxi started to move. Pawan Kumar settled down in the taxi, his body was pressing the body of Moushumi, and both of them could feel the morning heat of their bodies.

The taxi was winding through the city of Visakhapatnam. It was his first visit to the city. There were a lot of high buildings, a lot of shops with windows which were closed at this early hour of the morning. Suddenly, the scenery was changed, and Pawan Kumar could see large mountains.

"Look! Moushumi, mountains," he chimed.

"Uncle, the peculiarity of this city is that this city is surrounded by three hills on one side, and another side by the sea. This is not only a navy base but a port city, major port of India," said Moushumi.

He took out her hand and kissed her warmly. He was riding comfortably in the back seat with Moushumi, and he inhaled the fragrance coming out from her body, with the window open and enjoyed the morning fresh air. She made no reply, only sat smiling at him, and he noticed how her eyes changed color with the shifting light as broken clouds passed across the sun. He held her gaze until she lowered her eyes to his hands, and he knew she was only a girl playing a woman. A cool breeze lifted the damp hair at her temples and ruffled the pallu of her saree.

She put her mouth in his ear, and whispered, "I am pregnant with your child. Last time when you slept with me at Chennai and on the train, I was apprehending this because, at that time, I was in my fertile period."

"OK," he said, "Then, how you made fool to your husband?"

"After I got confirmed that I am pregnant, I slept with him twice during his brief visit. After around 25 days, I informed him that I am already pregnant. He was so happy which I can't describe to you, he was overwhelmed," whispered Moushumi.

"How about your parents in Chennai?" asked Pawan Kumar.

She made fun of her mom, "Can you imagine! At this age, my mom is also pregnant like me. Is it not funny?"

Pawan Kumar remained silent as he was responsible for the pregnancies of both mother and daughter.

The taxi turned right and headed down to the sea on a two-way road by the side of the sea beach stretched around 6 km.

"This is the Bay of Bengal, and there are many beaches around Visakhapatnam, but this sea beach is famous among tourists, and called Ramakrishna beach," explained Moushumi.

The scent of saltwater was always in the air, they could feel the cool breeze from the ocean coming through the window of the taxi, bringing sweet relief. Pawan Kumar felt breeze stirred up the smell of the ocean, as the waves continue to lap against the shore.

This midmorning breeze drifted through the windows to her left, and she closed her eyes. The ocean breeze made her saree move as if it was alive, and her Jet-black hair swept. Her hair was tousled from the ocean breeze. She braided her hair to keep the stiff sea breeze from tossing curls in her face and squinted upward again. Suddenly the gush of wind through the window turned aside her pallu, and he could see the outline of beautiful round breasts above her tight blouse.

On the left, just off the road, he could see the long sea beach with the boats and steamers in the sea, a little way from the shore. It was just like a marine drive, by the side of the beach. There were lots of people walking around, having fun.

Then Moushumi said to the driver, "Driver, just stop the taxi for a while near the Submarine."

After some time, on the way, the taxi stopped near the spot. A big Submarine was lying there inshore by the side of the road. Both of them got down. A very big Submarine painted in deep black color and inscribed as "KURSURA" which was its name. Pawan Kumar was very amazed to see it.

"Actually, it is a preserved Submarine museum. You can go inside and see things. This Submarine was used in Indo-Pak war in the seventies," explained Moushumi.

He could see a lot of Indian navy ships in light grey-green colors anchoring in the sea very close to shore.

"Why there are so many Navy ships?" asked Pawan Kumar.

"Uncle, Today is the Navy day. Being the location of the Eastern Naval Command's Head Quarters, Visakhapatnam is home to several Navy offices. As a part of the annual celebrations, the Indian Navy celebrates the day with great honor. Their glory gets reflected by the exhibition of the different weapons, guns, white troops, ships, etc. of the Indian Navy. A parade along with many other events would be held by the Eastern Naval Command. As called by them, Navy Day is a day of charm, especially in this Beach Road. Thousands of people would gather here to see the navy ships and other naval artifacts," she explained.

They crossed an elaborate Kali Temple on their right side. After passing someway, Pawan Kumar could see two big star hotels on the right side.

Suddenly Moushumi said, "Uncle, I am sorry to tell you that my husband is arriving today afternoon for this Navy day. In the evening, both of us will go to the Officers club and celebrate the annual celebration the whole night. You have come at the wrong time as I may not have time for you in the presence of my husband."

Pawan Kumar remained silent, and his face became pale. He felt his dreams shattered like broken glasses, but he didn't show his facial reaction before her, and said, "That's not a big matter, my dear Moushumi. I have come to see you, and that is enough for me. My train ticket is booked for Chennai day after tomorrow. Don't worry, whatever the little time I have, I would like to enjoy with you and your husband."

They went along the seafront, crossed the Fishing harbor to their left side, then taxi turned left side where the sea ended, went up the winding hill in a zigzag way. The taxi was climbing up on a winding mountain road to the top of a mountain. The taxi reached near a big church.

Both of them got down, and Moushumi said to Driver, "You wait for us for 15 minutes."

She led the way near to Church, and Pawan Kumar followed her. They entered the church.

"This is Ross Hill Church which tops the list of best churches in Visakhapatnam with distinctive religious significance. From here, we can see the entire city and sea beach," said Moushumi.

The impressive structure, splendid architecture, and décor astounded Pawan Kumar.

"Wonderful! It is spectacular and marvelous," he exclaimed.

They came out and went to the backside of the church. The entire hill area was surrounded and protected with a round and curve iron fence for the safety of Tourists. They looked down, it was a jaw-dropping view of the sea and surrounding hills. The view looking down into the city was stunning and beautiful, the sea, a beautiful view of various beaches, and the fanny wave beating in the shore.

Moushumi said, "Uncle, here you see the right side. That is Visakhapatnam Port, and just toward the left side of the port, that is shipbuilding yard."

Pawan Kumar saw a few nos of big ships were entering into the gate of the port in blue seawater. Some of the container ships were anchored inside the port, and giant quay cranes were engaged to unload the containers from the ship.

Then she indicated toward the east of the port where Pawan Kumar could see some Apartments.

"I live in one of that Apartments," she said.

"Amazing!" said Pawan Kumar, "It is a romantic place. I am getting romantic."

Moushumi started at him with her deep black eyes as if to enter his eyes. Suddenly, she embraced him and started hot kisses on his face and lips. Without waiting further, Pawan Kumar kept aside her pallu from her shoulder and started cupping and squeezing her breasts. He probed his tongue inside her mouth, and both of them started sucking each other's tongues, and a heavy amount of saliva transferred between their mouths.

"No, let us leave the place, we cannot control ourselves here," said Moushumi, and disengaged herself from him.

The taxi reversed and moved toward downhill.

"But, Moushumi, cannot we spare sometimes in your flat before arrival of your husband?" asked Pawan Kumar.

"Yes, we can," replied Moushumi with a seductive look toward him.

They reached the place where several high building Apartments were raising their heads within a boundary wall. They reached near the main entrance which was a big gate. Pawan Kumar noticed a large black slate of 10 feet height standing near the left side of the entrance. Carved into that large black slate in golden letters were the words "Seamen Abode". The main gate was opened by a security man. The taxi drove through the big gates and continued up a winding drive with large trees and rhododendron bushes just beginning to bud. Pawan Kumar looked up and saw many big Apartments, they seemed to be six stories. The driveway was straight, occasionally circular, and on the right, there was a notice on an iron gate "Garden." Pawan Kumar saw large trees and climbing vines with so many blooming flowers in multi-colored amongst the green grass field.

"Beautiful place to live," he exclaimed.

The taxi stopped near the side Apartment adjunct to the garden.

Getting out of the taxi, Moushumi paid the money to the taxi driver. The taxi driver got his suitcase out of the boot and gave them a big smile and left. They walked toward the entry of Apartment, crossed a big and wide parking place where around 25 nos of cars were parking. Moushumi reached near the Elevator, pushed the button to the sixth floor, she was staying at the top of the building.

They reach the sixth floor. She pushed her key inside the double doors with brass handle. There was another flat just opposite her flat.

"That is the flat of Mr. Nanda, my neighbor," said Moushumi.

"There are only two flats at the top of Apartment," asked Pawan Kumar.

"Each floor has four flats except our top floor, and we are lucky to access the roof," said Moushumi, and opened the door.

They entered in to flat. The entry was with a big hall used as a drawing-room, with two big bedrooms with attached toilets, a kitchen room, and a small dining room, all with ceramic floor. There were paintings hung on the wall of the drawing-room with good taste. A set of costly leather sofa sets, some other leather cushions, and a big screen TV were placed in the drawing-room.

Moushumi ushered him to spare bedroom. He could see a lot of Civil engineering books lying scattered in the room. He could see a lot of ladies' cosmetics including costly perfumes, beautiful small lady's hair bends, and other ladies' items lying above the drawer of the big mirror cum dressing table. With a sharp glance, he looked toward the closet, and he found 3 pairs of used bras and panties, a girl's jeans, tops, slacks of upper and lower parts, and capries hanging from above.

"My God, this girl has made this room a total mess," said Moushumi in a mock angry voice.

"Who?" asked Pawan Kumar.

"Jyoti, my neighbor girl, a sweet girl, who stays here with me in the absence of my husband. She studies here. She has two houses, a crazy girl, sometimes, she would stay here with me, and sometime she would be in her flat. You have seen, her flat which is just opposite my flat, simply, she has to open her door, and make an entry into my flat," explained Moushumi.

"Just I want to take rest for half an hour, then I will take my bath," said Pawan Kumar.

"OK, in the meantime, I am preparing breakfast," said Moushumi and left.

Pawan Kumar must have slept for an hour, he woke up to the smell of perfume. Moushumi was running her hands through his hair. He opened his eyes.

"You smell good," he said looking into her face.

"Tired? Do you want some coffee?" she asked.

She stood up and, holding his face in her hands, and before he could reply she leaned over and kissed him. He kissed her back. Her full lips were soft and pliant, and as her tongue sought his, he felt a small tingle in the middle of his back. Moushumi held his face in her hands as they kissed slowly. The kiss was slow and gentle, gradually stroking his pleasure. He had one arm around her and with his free hand, he moved her hair away from her face. The heady mix of her perfume and her lush body, so close to him, was driving him crazy.

"Will you make love to me?" she whispered.

Wordlessly, he pushed her back down on the bed and kissed her hungrily. He wanted to see her naked. He pushed her away from him slowly, holding out his hand to her. Moushumi stood up with him and unbuttoned her pink blouse, then completely removed it. She was wearing a pink bra, her full breasts straining against the lacy cups. She walked over to the door, locked it, and, standing there with her back towards him, slowly removed her saree from her body, then removed the petticoat, giving him a gorgeous view of her ass covered in matching pink panties.​