Misc. Erotica Mixing Business with Pleasure

Author's Note: Apologies for the long story. I am still a newbie here. And it took a little while to get the build up to where the characters can actually have sex. Feedback is welcome.

Damn! I cursed loudly as I walked out of the elevator and saw the long line at the Starbucks in the lobby of my hotel.

My morning prep meeting had been advanced a half-hour and I had to be there in, like, 15 minutes. Waiting in line would be futile if I had to make the meeting, I had skipped breakfast and now perhaps will have to miss my customary Starbucks coffee as well. Stepping outside was out of the question as a light rain was falling as was predicted, but it was enough to keep people indoors. That explained the line in here. People are a patient lot, I thought to myself. Not me.

As I was weighing my options and absentmindedly looking at the people waiting, I did a quick double take. A woman standing fourth or fifth in line from the cashier kind of looked familiar. Her dark skin, her beautiful, long, thick, shiny black hair, short stature and her off-white pant suit made her stand out from the rest of the white folks in their regulation gray and black suits. I took another look. Could it be? I took a few steps towards her and, yes, she was who I thought she was!

I knew I had her number buried in my contacts somewhere. Man, it had been a while, and as I scrolled through my phone frantically trying to locate her name and number, thoughts flashed through my head. Damnit! What was her name? When did I last call or text her! I recall having it down as someone or the other's 'Mom'. When was the last time we met? It was definitely close to two years ago.

No, wait! Didn't we run into each other about six months ago in our home town? There was a something about that incident. I couldn't remember now exactly what it was. But yes. I was at the foodcourt at the mall, my family was shopping and I was streaming a FIFA World Cup match on my phone. I heard a familiar voice, "Hi! Puja's dad!" I turned and instantly recognized her and said, "Hey, Anjali's mom!"

That was it! I soon located her number in my Contacts list. Now to text her and ask her to get my coffee for me.

I texted: "Hi Anjali's mom. This is Puja's dad. Line's too long. Could u get a coffee for me pls?"

I hit 'Send' and looked at her, waiting for a reaction. She had her phone in her hand, and it must had dinged or vibrated. She looked at it, and swiped to read the message. It took a few seconds for the message to sink it. Or she must have re-read the message. She looked up and around, here and there, and finally spotted me waving my hand. It took her another couple of seconds to place me, and then the recognition spread across her face. She waved, pointed to the coffee counter and tilted her head as if asking what I wanted.

I texted: "Tall, dark roast, black. No milk. Apple Cinnamon scone. Heated. Pls. Ty"

She looked down at her phone, read my message and texted her reply. "Of course. Do you want fries with that? LOL ;-)" And she smiled as I read her reply and looked up at her.

I had a few minutes to reflect on our so-called friendship as I waited for her. Our daughters had gone to the same Y to learn swimming, and for dance lessons at the same dance school and so we had the chance to meet at least twice a week, if not more. She was comely and her demeanor was always calm and outgoing, and that was what encouraged me to strike up conversations with her. Unlike other parents, she was not one to bury her nose in a phone or tablet and ignore others and while away the time waiting for their kids. She was always eager to talk, and also listen. She was a bit timid and shy during our first couple of meetings. But became more and more comfortable as we started meeting frequently at the different locations. We became more relaxed when we found we had some common interests - Bollywood movies and music and singing. We exchanged tracks and videos of songs over WhatsApp, and sometimes even funny links, and helped each other out occasionally when we had scheduling conflicts in picking up and dropping off kids. But these meetings stopped as kids grew older. So did the messaging. Fortunately I still had her number on my phone.

She walked over with a cup of coffee in each hand to where I was standing.

"Here you go!" she said, smiling, and showing a row of magnificently white and perfect teeth. She had stunning bright red lipstick on her thin (but not too thin) lips. My heart skipped a beat.

"Thanks a lot for the coffee, and stuff" I started.

"Not at all. Fancy meeting you here. A long way from home for both of us. It's been a while, no?" she replied.

"Yeah. Maybe, what? Two years?" I waited for her rebuttal. And was pleasantly surprised and pleased when she remembered out last meeting, like I had.

"No, not that long. I think it was less than a year, surely. We met at the mall, remember? More like six months ago," she said, obviously thinking of me, or us, during her wait.

Wow! She remembers, I thought to myself. Did she remember ALL of it? It was like five minutes that we chatted, and she remembers THAT?

I made some small talk, "So, shopping alone?"

"Yes! At last been able to get away from kids and Aakash. I have this afternoon to myself. How about you?"

I said, "No such luck for me. Driving the family around."

She was smiling at my answer. She tried to look relaxed, but she was nervously swinging her shopping bag in her hand and it was kind of distracting. It made me reflexively take a quick look at what the bag was, and the pervert that I am, I noticed it was a Victoria's Secret bag. Instantly images of all kinds of panties - full back, thongs, lacy, G-String, boy shorts, and different bras raced through my head, interlaced of course with images of her wearing them. Fuck! I quickly looked away, and then up at her. I noticed that she noticed me looking at the bag. Was she able to read my mind and thoughts? She instantly stopped swinging her bag, and quickly asked, "So, what are you watching? Oh! Soccer. What's with men these days? Soccer, Soccer all the time!"

"Well, the World Cup comes once in four years you know. Hey, want to sit down, have a bite to eat?"

"No," she said. "Have more shopping to do. Shoes, this time," she smiled brightly at me. "Bye now!" She turned and walked away.

I stared at her back (and her beautiful ass) as she twisted her way between the tables and vanished from view. But not before I had enough time to:

1) Have the images of her fantastic, full, tight, jeans covered ass, her thick thighs and shapely calves etched in my memory. (I embellished these images with a hint of a panty line under there when I happily recalled this meeting.)

2) Notice that her bra was black and that it was firmly against her back, making a deep impression in the cotton T-shirt she was wearing, and clearly outlining the shape of her breast from the side.

And not before she turned back one last time, and smiled brilliantly again when she saw me looking at her.

No guesses on who or what I was fantasizing about that night. While having sex with my wife. Or was it while jerking off in the bathroom?

"You have changed," she said, shaking me from my reverie.

"What now?" I said, coming back to the present.

"Sorry. You look different. You hair. Have you lost weight. Looks like you have," she said, still looking right at me and making eye contact.

"Oh yeah," I said. "Well, my hair doesn't grow anymore, so I have a buzz cut now. Easy to maintain, and cheap as well." She giggled softly at this. I continued, "And I am on the Keto diet. All Protein, low carbs. And working out and Yoga as well. So it feels good. I feel good. A lot of people have noticed the change."

"Yes, it shows, actually. You look real good."

I am a pervert, remember? She was good looking. Not too plump, not too thin either. She had a short sleeve blouse on, showing a generous amount tight well defined upper arms and forearms. Her shoulders were rounded. Her breasts were small but pushing against the front of her blouse. The top button was unfastened. She had her bag slung over her shoulder and its weight pulled one side of her blouse down. I could see a pink bra peeking between the buttons. The sunlight streaming from the large windows that made up one side of the lobby wall turned her top transparent and her body and skin and the pink of her bra showed through the fabric. I could smell her perfume even with two cups of coffee near us. It was intoxicating.

I should confess here. Yes, I had fantasized about her back in the days we were acquainted. And also for a while even after we lost touch, I recalled. Yes, I made up fantasies about almost all the ladies (and some girls, as well) I met. At the Y, at dance school, wives of friends, whoever, wherever. Oh yes, I used to think about her a lot, no doubt about that. I looked forward to dropping my kids off at dance and the Y, excited at the thought of getting a chance to meet her, and probably other young moms, and chatting them up. Those were good memories. She definitely had a starring role in many of my jerk-off sessions. But as time passed by, she was replaced by other women and girls in my sexual fantasies. But It was sacrilege to even think about initiating an affair or sex with such family acquaintances. But one could dream. And one could masturbate..

Things were coming back to me in a rush. I recall helping Anjali's mom (still couldn't come up with her name!) with a fence at their house that had fallen during a severe storm. Her husband, Aakash, had given up after a while as he pulled some muscle in his back. She and I were working close to each other, sometimes even brushing against each other, purely accidentally, as we followed Aakash's directions around the yard. I managed numerous looks down her T-shirt, at the tops of her soft breasts and at her cleavage. And at at her panty that was visible above the waistline of her Capris as she sat down. At the wedgie made by her panty on her ass cheeks as she stood. At her flat belly exposed as she raised her hands to wipe the sweat off of her brow. Once, she tripped on a flower pot and almost fell if not for me. I put my arm out and stopped her fall. My forearm cushioned her soft breasts, my other hand held her arm as she leaned against me. She reached out, put her hands on my chest and forearm to stop herself from falling. It was just a for a couple of seconds, and I pushed her upright and she righted herself. She quickly looked up at me and said, "Thanks," and then looked to see if Aakash saw what just happened. But he was inside getting an iced tea or some such. Man! I held those images in my mind for a very long time as I remember. Those were good times. But outwardly, there was nothing close to explicitly sexual or physical in our interactions.

"So do you," I said unexpectedly, brushing my thoughts away with great difficulty. She had put on a little weight, and it showed on her face a bit. But she still looked strikingly pretty.

She laughed softly. "Well, thanks. I watch what I eat, and you know, try and work out at home." She appeared slightly embarrassed at the attention I was paying her, particularly about her body and looks.

What was she, early or mid thirties? I had married late and so the kids came late. My wife and I were usually the oldest parents at the soccer field, swimming meet, dance competitions and what have you. I had at least fifteen years on her.

She suddenly changed the subject, "Are you in one of these conferences? These are sooo boring. I have a couple of days more."

"Oh yeah!" I said. "Green Conference on Building Energy and Environment!"

"Bearing Specialists Conference' for me," she said, laughing. "You know what? Let's grab lunch. I hardly know anybody here. It'll be a change talking to someone you know."

"Great Idea!" I said. "Text me when you are free and we'll meet. It'll be good to catch up."

"Cool. Bye then," she said, and turned and walked away.

As she swung her bag to her front and looked down into it, I could see her beautiful behind. Her slacks pressed tightly against her ass cheeks and made her panty line clearly visible, and left nothing to the imagination. Well, a lot to the imagination actually. She had a boyshorts type of panty on, and I could distinctly make out the bands that went around her cheeks and thighs. The panty and slacks cupped her butt alluringly. As she walked, I could make out the cleft on her legs, up where her thick thighs met her butt cheeks, and the way her ass cheeks bounced and swayed had my heart beating a lot faster. Her white blouse clung to her body and was stretched on her waist and hips. She stopped and put her bag down and put her jacket on. She adjusted her hair and her jacket one more time, bent down and picked her bag and walked on.

I realized I was holding my breath all along as I watched her walking away. I was staring at her back until she stepped on the escalator. All of a sudden, she turned back to look at me. I tried to look away in time, but I could not. Still, did she make me out? I let out a deep breath. Probably. And she was probably used to have men check her out. So what the hell.

I also had a throbbing boner in my pants. God! It will be nice to have lunch with her.

Who am I kidding? It will be fucking great to get out of the conference and have her sitting next to me, lunch or no lunch. It will be nice to be with her. Won't it be nice to have her? Oh shit! I had a boner! Fuck the meeting! Fuck!

I waited a long time for my erection to subside. Anjali's mom, come back to me! Please!

The presentations during the first hour and half before the break were excruciatingly boring and painful.

I texted Anjali's mom: Hi. u want 2 know abt Hybrid Polymer electrolyte for LiO2 batteries? Fantastic presentation here. lmk.

No reply. Thirty minutes later. No reply. An hour later. Still no reply. Damn! She forgot! How could she? How about lunch? What if she forgets?

It was close to the lunch break when my phone buzzed. She responded!

She: Sorry. At booth. Ya? How abt new tech on Pillow Block and Mounted Bearings. Sales going thru roof? C'mon over. LOL

Me: lunch?

She: c u. get a table.

I was an asshole, a prick, a pervert. But man, did I long for another look at her. I rushed out and got ourselves strategically located. I got a table a bit farther away from the buffet spread. That way I could watch her going and coming.

I was not disappointed. As soon as I saw her come in to the dining room, I picked up my phone and faked a phone call. I waved to her and she saw me and walked towards me. I pretended to talk on the phone. When she reached the table, I put my hand over my phone and said, "Hi. Crap. Have to take this call. I already got food. Go get yours?"

"Oh! OK!" she said, dumping her bag and stuff on the unoccupied chair. She then took off her jacket and put it around her chair, and walked to the buffet.

Heaven. I was rewarded with an exhilarating view of her beautiful behind. Her ass cheeks swayed and danced and made music. Her pant was as tight as I remembered from the morning. Her boyshorts panty clearly outlined. But this time, one side of her panty had ridden up more than the other. Motherfucker! I wanted to go to her, put my hands inside her pants, grab a hold of her ass checks and set the panty straight.

She walked back carrying her tray and was examining and looking down at her food all the way. Her small, firm boobs danced in sync with her walk. They jiggled up, down and then settled with each of her steps. The fabric of her top was so sheer, I could see her body and bra and cleavage, and the shape of her breasts from where I was sitting. The bright lights in the dining hall outlined the shape of her. Her slim waist, down to her wide hips, a bit of fat just above the waistline. Her thighs were hard and thick beneath her pants.

My cock responded immediately like it did in the morning. I was getting an erection. Oh! How sweet it felt! I almost came. I was so desperate.

I finally ended my call as she put her plate down and settled to eat.

She started, "You know what is funny? I know you'll think it's corny."

"No. What?" I asked.

"I put you down as Puja's dad in my phone. I forgot your name, actually!"

I laughed loudly at this, "What? You too?"

"What!" she laughed along with me.

"Wait!" I said, calming down. "I have you as Anjali's mom. Your name's not coming to me either!" I laughed again.

"OK, OK. It's Meghna," she giggled.

"Oh yes. Now I remember. My daughter used to called you Megan Aunty! Yes. I am Vikas, by the way. Pleased to meet you!"

"Likewise. Yes, yes. Vikas Patel. Now I remember. Man, that's crazy," she added.

I wanted to drink her in. I wanted to wipe my memory clean and fill it with her images, at least for the next few days. Whenever she looked away from me, my eyes were all over her body, lapping in her hair, face, mouth, lips, cheeks, chest, cleavage, bra, hands, fingers. No guesses again for what or who I will be fantasizing about tonight!

I had a funny feeling that she was checking me out as well. You know, you get a feeling that someone is looking at you and you look up and catch someone actually looking at you? I was standing at the buffet spread and suddenly I felt her eyes on me. I quickly looked up at Meghna, and there she was, staring at me. Our eyes met for a millisecond and then she looked away. There was definitely something going on there. We had reconnected after a gap of about two years but now it seemed it was like yesterday. I easily slipped into being comfortable with her. I was sure the feeling was mutual.

I had the rest of the afternoon planned out. With some luck, she and I would be spending it together. I had no end game. I had no idea how it would play out after, though. No plans for the evening or night. Yet.

I started, confidently, "You know, I was reading about this area, and it has quite a bit for the tourist."

"This place?" she said quizzically. "I can only see hotels and conference centers."

"No. Not here. We'd have to go to the outskirts, a bit farther out. Beautiful monuments, museums, etc."

"We?" she asked again.

"Well. I was thinking of skipping the conference the rest of the afternoon. The hotel arranges tours. I was going to hop on one of those."

"You are going to skip the conference? Why?"

"One - It's boooring. Two - all I needed to know about Hybrid Polymer electrolytes I already learnt in school. And three..."

"Yeah?"

"Three - I was hoping you'd like to come too," I waited for her response.

She took her time. "Me? You want me to join you in this?"

"Why not? Haven't you had your fill of willow book bearing sales or whatever?"

She laughed, "Pillow Block and Mounted Bearings, silly".

"Well. What about it?"

She was silent and thoughtful for a while. Then she said, "Screw it. I will come. It better be good. Actually anything should be better than these afternoon sessions!"

"Just one thing, though," I said, not wanting to dampen her spirits. "I need to be back by 6:30 for a awards dinner. Have to sit with my team, assigned seats etc. But it should be fine. We can be back by that time."

"OK. No problem," she responded.

The next four hours were magical.

I told you I had it all planned out. I made sure Meghna and I were the only ones on the tour. I changed into khakis and a polo shirt to show off my muscled arms and chest and my flat (not yet six pack) abs. She came in a form fitting jeans that accentuated the curves of her ass, and hips. It was almost painful to tear my eyes away from the way her jeans cupped her butt cheeks. The fit of her polo shirt showed off her waist to hip ratio. The V or her shirt had no buttons and made no secret of her cleavage and breasts. Her heeled open-toed pumps raised and tightened her calves and thighs beneath her jeans.

As we went on the tour, she soaked in the sights and scenery and museums and parks and all the rest of the history and culture. And I had my fill of her. Watching her as she walked and talked with the tour guide, all of our interactions images from the past came rushing back to my head once again. My cock responded, and I had a tough time trying to hide my protrusion. I was not sure if it went unnoticed by her.

Towards the end of the tour we were making increasingly longer eye contact. The sight-seeing became inconsequential. Our conversations became more flirtatious. I caught her looking at me and my body more than once. Though we did not hold hands or touch each other (god forbid!) we became continuously more comfortable with each other.

We stopped at a roadside cafe for coffee. The table was set outside. The sun was setting and the weather turned a bit cooler.

She suddenly turned to me and asked, out of the blue," You work out regularly, don't you?"

"Yes. Religiously," I said, still confused.

"That's what I thought," she said pensively. "Have you hit fifty, yet?"

"Not answering!" I laughed. "I will if you tell me how old you are."

She laughed softly, and shook her head.

I looked at her, and then it dawned on me why she asked that question. We were in a downtown area and as I looked around I saw a Golds Gym around the corner, and that might have triggered her question. Strange.

"You really have to be back soon?" she asked, again. "What? You are getting an award for making the planet greener or something?"

I laughed, "Nothing of that sort. Just need to make an appearance. No awards for me."

"Well, this trip was great, Vikas. I enjoyed this very much. I was thinking, a perfect end to this would be a dinner and a movie, you know. But it is what it is. If you have to go, you have to go. Let's head back."

"Sorry," I said.

"Don't be," she said, finishing her coffee and getting up.

When we reached the hotel, she said, "Well, enjoy your dinner! So its bye for now? You are leaving tomorrow, right?"

"Yes," I said, trying to hide my disappointment. "Maybe we will see each other back home."

"Yeah, sure," she said. Then suddenly she asked, "How long is your dinner, anyway?"

"Oh! It will get over at around 9. Tomorrow is a travel day for folks so they want to end early."

"Oh! OK. Well, thanks again for the trip. Take care, Vikas," she said. She reached out and touched my arm.

"No. No. Thanks for joining me. It was great." She walked away before I could reach out and touch her. We parted at the elevator. She had to ask the concierge something and I had to go change for dinner.

The two-and-half-hour dinner was uneventful. The food was so-so, but the wine was good. I laughed and clapped at the appropriate times, but not surprisingly, my mind was on Meghna and what she'd be doing now. Did she have dinner already? What were her plans? Will I meet her when we both are back home and into our normal lives?

I reached my room and undressed to take a shower when my phone buzzed.

She: So, how was dinner? Saved the planet yet? Got any awards? It was just past 9. I guess she was waiting.

Me: LOL. No.:-(

She: Hey, the front desk told me abt a Jazz band playing downstairs. U in the mood? I am heading there

What? Jazz? Her? I was surprised. I liked Jazz but it was not like I was crazy about it. I could tolerate some sub-genres and had also read about them is some detail. But If she was going, damned if I miss the chance to meet up with her again.

Me: Now? ok. Meet you there.

She: Great. cya

She wanted to see me again, be with me for some more time! I was down in the lobby and standing at the elevator bank within two minutes and waiting excitedly for her.

She was wearing a dark blue short sleeved dress that went down to the middle of her thighs. It was form fitting and showed of her exceptional figure without any apologies. Her breasts pushed against the front of her dress, and I could make out the faint outline of her bra. She showed a slight bump at her belly. She had a single loop pearl necklace, a silver bracelet on one wrist and a matching wristwatch on the other. Her strapped sandals accentuated her well defined calves and rounded knees. Her exposed skin on her arms and thighs and legs were glowing. She was dressed for a night out. She saw me and smiled radiantly. And like any other woman in her position, she was looking expectantly for approval.

"Damn! You look amazing!" I said, a little breathless. I could have said "Absolutely fucking gorgeous, sexy, fantastic" but that would have been a little over the line. "Wow. You are dressed to kill," I added."Look at me. I am dressed like a fool. Man!"

She laughed softly, "Stop! I had this dress and was looking for an occasion to use it. I am glad I could."

"I didn't know you liked Jazz," I said.

"It's music, isn't it? Good day for some smooth Jazz," she laughed softly, looking right at me.

It actually turned out to be a fusion band. Kind of Jazz that was of the upbeat fast tempo Bebop variety associated with New York. They had a awesome trumpet and rhythm section, and a old female singer who was just incredible.

I could see that Meghna enjoyed every minute of it. And I enjoyed watching her enjoy every minute of the show. She and I were music enthusiasts as I had mentioned before. Here she was tapping her feet, snapping her fingers and swaying to the music. I tried to concentrate on the music, but all I could think of was how incredible it would be to have her. Have her? I mean, how nice it would be if I could take her to bed. 'You mean, screw her? Fat chance of that happening bro,' I told myself. 'Just look at her and remember these moments. Think of her while you jerk off. Tonight, tomorrow and whenever. That's the best you are going to get.'

Suddenly, she surprised me by asking if I wanted anything to drink.

"I will if you do," I said, and when she said OK, I ordered a glass of red wine for each of us.

The atmosphere in the club was electric. The lighting was perfect, the crowd was the right kind, the finger foods and the wine were superb. I was watching Meghna and drinking in every minute of her being with me. I wanted to preserve these moments and retrieve them whenever I wanted to. It was thrilling to be close to her. She leaned in to listen attentively as I explained the interactions between the musicians and their music (to the best of my ability). She made some silly and funny comments, making me laugh. We made long, steady, eye contact while talking to each other. I found it extremely difficult not to run my eyes over her body. Her dress showed the tops of her breasts, and a little cleavage. And as she undulated and swayed to the music, her beautiful breasts bobbed up and down. Her sleeves fit tightly over her strong arms. I noticed she crossed and uncrossed her legs frequently. I also caught her giving me the once over numerous times. She would glance at me and then quickly look away when I noticed her doing it. It was stunning.

I was willing, almost praying for the show to not get over. The sadness was evident in both of us as the show inevitably came to an end. We got up, applauded the performers and walked slowly to the bank of elevators.

"Well, alright. I have to go almost to the top floor. I have wall to ceiling windows on two sides. It's a corner room and has an amazing view. I can see all the way to the airport on one side and football stadium from the other, " she said, just trying to prolong the conversation.

"Business must be good!" I said. "I have an inside facing room, looking out to the parking lot."

She laughed again at this. I pressed the button to call the elevator. Once inside, we punched in our floor numbers. I made a note of her floor. We were silent on the way up. We locked eyes and smiled. And when we reached my floor, she unexpectedly reached out and gave me a hug. I put my arms around her as well and held on a bit longer than was customary. I reached out with my foot and stopped the doors from closing.

We separated and she looked at me and whispered, "Thanks, again for your company today, Vikas. I had a nice time."

"Me too," I said softly, and realized I made no sense. "Bye, Meghna." I stepped out of the elevator.

I went to my room and quickly showered. My thoughts were still full of her as I dressed for bed. But then I stopped. I put my khakis and a clean T-shirt back on, went down to the lobby and walked to the pharmacy next door. I looked for and bought what I wanted, and went back up to my room. Without thinking further, I picked up the room phone and dialed the number to her room.

"Hello?" she asked, tentatively, understandably surprised that someone would call on the room phone instead of her mobile phone. Perhaps she thought it was the front desk.

"Meghna, this is Vikas," I said.

"Vikas? What? Is everything..."

I did not let her finish, "I am coming up.. To your room."

"What? Now? Why?..."

I put the phone down. I walked up to the elevator and up to her floor. I expected to be nervous, and almost scared, as I had done nothing close to what I was doing in my entire life. Truly. But surprisingly, I found myself calm and collected. I really did not know how things would turn out, what I would say or do. I only knew I wanted to be with her.

I knocked on her door. Twice. And she opened the door and stepped back and let me in. She was wide eyed, anxious and scared, unsure of what will happen, why I was there.

"Vikas?" she whispered.

"What?"

"I have never.. I don't...I'm...why," she stammered.

"Me neither. I have.. Never been in a room alone with a woman...you know. But I really want to..."

I took one step towards her. She did not step back or stop me. In fact, she stepped forward herself and opened her arms. I rushed and grabbed her. She did not resist. We hugged each other tight. Then we came apart.

I put my hand on her cheeks. She shivered, as my hands were cold and she was warm to the touch. I kissed her. My mouth covered her lips and I ran my tongue over her them. They were dry and as I moistened them with my tongue, she opened her mouth. I pushed my tongue past her teeth and sought out her tongue. Electricity coursed through our bodies. She shuddered once more.

We were breathing hard, Our bodies rose and fell in sync. We broke apart and came together again. This time she rushed to kiss me and her tongue fluttered in my mouth. I grabbed it with my lips and sucked and didn't let go for a long time.

I felt her warm, firm, soft, supple breasts press against me. She was not wearing a bra, and her nipples were like two solid stones rubbing against my chest.

I moved my hands from her face, and down her back. I could feel the heat of her body through the thin fabric of her night shirt. I pushed my hands further down and grabbed her ass cheeks. I could feel her panties. I pressed my fingers deep into her flesh and she gasped.

I looked at her. She was breathing rapidly, her eyes were shut and she was holding on to my arms tightly. She body rose and fell with her breathing. I took my hands away from her ass and reached for the buttons of her shirt. I fumbled like an idiot. She took her hands away from my arms, grabbed each side of her shirt and just pulled them apart. They were snap-on buttons and her entire upper body was exposed as she ripped the shirt open. I had my hand and mouth on one of her breasts in a fraction of a second and was sucking on her swollen nipple, and kneading her other breast with my other hand.

I heard her gasp, "Oh! Vikas. Oh! My. What are we doing?"

I did not want to respond. I switched from one nipple to the other. She raised her hand and cupped her breast and offered it to me. I could feel her other hand on my head as she nursed me.

"Oh! My. Yes, suck me, Vikas. Feels good. Do you like it?"

I did not utter a single word. I could not. I licked her nipples and breasts. I let her feel my spit on them. Her hands squeezed her breasts as I took my mouth away. I moved down the front of her body as I sank to the floor. My hands went down her back and as they grabbed her ass once again, I pressed my mouth on her mound between her thighs.

"Oh! God! No, what are you doing. OK. OK. Yes!" she moaned.

Her hands pressed my face into her. I could feel the softness of her mound through her pajama bottom and her panties. It was exquisitely soft and pliable. I put out my tongue and poked at it. She could wait no longer. She hooked her thumbs inside her panty's waistband and made to push her bottom and panties down. But I stopped her. I pulled just her PJ bottom off her and still kneeling looked at her panties. She was fond of the boyshorts kind and this one was very tight on her mound. The material dug into the line of her vagina and made a cameltoe. I could see the moisture on her and I could smell her juices. It was exquisite. I kissed her mound and felt and tasted her wetness. I put my tongue out and licked the line of her cunt through her panties.

"Oh! God!" she moaned.

She bent her body, and then twisted in my hands and turned and faced the wall. She placed her hands on the wall and I rose and pressed myself against her ass. I knew she could feel my rock hard cock on her ass. I put one hand around her and grabbed her tits and squeezed them. I put my other hand down her front and cupped her mound through her panties. I dry humped her, rubbing my cock on her ass crack. I did this for a long time, relishing the feel of her panty fabric on the thick, engorged vein on the bottom of my cock. I oozed a little precum, but I was in complete control. No danger of a premature ejaculation here. I wiped the precum on her ass. I leaned back and let me cock fall flat and I crouched and pushed my distended penis against her pussy from behind.

"Come," she said, pushing herself away from me. She rushed to the bed, pulled off the covers and lay down. I peeled off my T-shirt, and dropped my pants on the floor as I walked towards her. I lay down and she immediately grabbed my arms and squeezed them. She pushed me down and pressed her mouth on mine. Her tongue immediately sought out mine and played with it in my mouth. I held her head in my hand and she put her hands all over my body, my chest, my arms, stomach and my back.

She ran her hands down my front and suddenly placed her hand on my boxers and felt for my cock. She grabbed my swollen, throbbing penis and fisted it and stroked it. Then she dug into me and put her hands inside my shorts and got a firm hold on my cock and started stroking it. My foreskin rolled over the ridge of my swollen head delightfully.

"Oh! My! So big and thick, so beautiful. Vikas, I need this. Oh! Oh!" she repeated as she stroked me.

I grabbed and turned her over and plonked her on the bed. I reached down and pulled off her panties in one smooth move. I lifted her thigh and bent my head under it and reached for her mound with my hand. She was hairy down there, and all her wiry black curls were soaked in her juices. I ran my middle finger on the line of her vagina, located her hole and inserted it. She was very sloppy wet. My finger went in smoothly. The walls of her cunt wrapped around my finger rigidly. She was very warm down there. I looked down at the black triangle and pumped my fingers in and out of her roughly. I located her clit with my thumb and twirled and rubbed it. I finger fucked her like that, slowly.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" she moaned in sync. Then she put her hand on my wrist to stop me. She went silent and stiff for a few seconds. She then raised her midsection, shuddered once, twice and then let out a long moan as she climaxed.

"Ooooh! Amma...my! oooh, hell!"

She did not let go of my hand, but pulled it out. Then with my hand still between her legs, she turned her body and lay face down on the bed. She raised her ass, positioned my fingers so they were pointing upwards and impaled herself in my middle finger.

She let out a deep sigh, "Oh my god, it's amazing. Just awesome!" She turned her head towards me and reached out her hand to grab my swollen member. She gave it a few tugs, then put both her hand on either side of her. She used them as leverage and started pumping her torso on my hand that was between her legs. She was grinding herself on my fingers. My hand was soaked through and through with her juices. She was thrusting harder and harder and I could only just watch.

"Oh My God! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she said, as she slammed her fist on the bed. in tune with her grinding.

She groaned and moaned. The muscles on her back contracted and released. Both of us were drenched in sweat. There were beads of moisture on her back and ass cheeks. I slapped her ass and felt the firmness of her butt.

She quieted down after a while. And I turned her over. She was still breathing fast and hot, her chest rising and falling heavily.

"OK. OK. Go ahead. Tell me what you want. What should I do?" she gasped.

I reached for my pants and took out a condom from the strip that I had carried. She watched me expectantly as I rolled the condom on my cock. She looked into my eyes as I pulled her legs apart.

"I am going to get inside you, Meghna. Tell me, do you want me?"

"Yes, Vikas. Put your cock in me. I want to feel it. Do me hard. I know you will."

I raised myself into position and she grabbed my cock and guided expertly into her cunt. As we made contact, she let out a sigh, "Ahh! Slowly"

My cock slid effortlessly into her. Within a single thrust I could feel her juiced covering and lubricating the entire length of my dick. The walls of her vagina grabbed it in a vice like hold, and it was tight, warm and moist and smooth all at the same time.

I collapsed on her after my first thrust. I didn't move and neither did she. We both just wanted to feel and enjoy the sensations created by my thick cock resting inside her. We were breathing heavily and I could feel her heart beat as I crushed her tits against my chest. Her hands slowly started moving on my neck, exploring my the muscles on my back and arms, and then down to my ass. She cupped and squeezed my cheeks, released them and squeezed again, increasing the pressure each time as if to test the firmness there.

"Oh, my," she hissed between gritted teeth. She then placed her palms on my shoulders and gave an upward push.

"Come on, now," she egged me on.

I raised myself and started my slow thrusts in and out of her. She started moaning in sync with my thrusts. I am not much of a grunter or moaner during sex or foreplay. My wife is also relatively quiet during sex. But having Meghna now grunting as I was lunging in and out of her excited me. I was making this woman forget herself. I was giving her pleasure and joy and she was responding and encouraging me. This was all new to me and I found it to be exhilarating and delirious.

"Take it slow," she said. "It's fucking fantastic. I want you in me for a long time. Jesus!"

She continued to moan and gasp with my thrusts. I increased the force and frequency of my thrusts and she kept pace with me.

'Uhn, Uhn, Uhn, Uhn...," she grunted along with me. I found myself slapping her body violently and fast. She received my thrusts without any complaints. I positioned myself by putting my hands under her arms and holding her shoulders firmly. She raised her thick thighs and wrapped them around me. Her cunt was releasing and holding me along with my strokes in and out of her. I fucked her forcefully in this position for a long time, and then took a break.

"Oh god, Vikas. This is so good. You like it? You are quiet. What's happening?"

"Nothing, nothing, nothing," I gasped. "I don't want to finish. I want to be in you like this for hours. I love this you. I have always imagined fucking you, believe it or not."​