My Lucky Night

I walked in to the reception of the Inter continental hotel at Bangalore where our company was holding its half yearly conference. I was one of the regional representatives for the all India conference and when I arrived the hotel it was already late in the night, The Company has booked the rooms for all the employees at the same hotel where the conference was held for the ease of commute. 

What came as a surprise at the reception was that, since I was late, due to the confusion in the bookings the room allotted to me was given out to some one else and there are no rooms left. As a courtesy the Hotel was willing to offer me a room in another hotel across the street in comparable standards and assured me that it’s only a 10 minutes walk or 2 minute taxi ride. I shrugged my shoulders as I had nothing better to do and it was quite late in the night anyway. 

As my attendant at the reception was making arrangements for me, I couldn’t help overhearing the conversation at the adjacent desk where a woman in mid thirties, looking tired, was having a heated debate despite over something. Upon listening to it for a minute I grasped the situation. She is in the same boat as I am. She was there to attend the conference too. She was looking extremely fair and had a homely face and strikingly beautiful.

I am in my mid forties and quite a veteran with this system as I had attended quite a few conferences and had a few mishaps before similar to this. She couldn’t comprehend the situation and seemed thoroughly irritated about what happened. I jumped in and quickly introduced myself and explained my situation to her. She was quite relieved in fact to find that she was not the only one to be left stranded like that. 
Only then, I noticed the slight outline of her cleavage visible through the not very transparent saree. I dropped my view a bit below to find her massive tits (must be at least 36D I thought) looking at me invitingly and yet 4 inches above was an innocent face smiling at me. She had worn her saree very conservatively which came as no surprise at all to me as I had just learned that she was the sole representative from out company’s Lucknow branch and just started her management career from her accountancy background. I casually announced her that I hold the senior admin position at the regional office in south and as expected her brows arched up instantaneously. A new look of respect was on her face. She added a ‘sir’ in the next sentence, which I waived away laughing.

I enquired her politely, ‘Would you like to go with me to the next hotel Miss?’ ‘Sharma, Mrs. Madhu Sharma’ She corrected me with a nice smile that lingered on her tired yet bright face. As she bent forward to pick up her suitcase I got an inviting view of the deep valley of her massive cleavage for just a fraction of a second. Her cleavage was so fair that it was almost pale. I composed myself and quickly bent forward to assist her ‘leave that to me Mrs.Sharma, I shall take your bag’ and bang my head collided with hers. We both yelled an Ouch and she dropped the bag and clutched her forehead with both her hands. She smiled despite the pain as I was showering apologies. She was clutching her head with both her hands, her left boob came in to view and I had a nice darshan. I was now re-calculating the size. Must be a 38 and C cups or D perhaps… and as I was thinking, my eyes left her boobs momentarily and travelled a little below and to my surprise her saree was a little bit below her deep navel. It was so deep and fleshy that it reminded me of the one that I see from Namitha in the pictures. I’ve always wanted to lay my fingers on those luscious boobs and deep navel, and now, one so similar is on display right in front of me. All this was only a fraction of a second, but I think she must have got the idea of where my eyes were wandering. Blushing a bit, she quickly adjusted her saree. Her face went a shade of pink. I bent down and picked up her luggage too and we moved out of the hotel and caught a taxi. In the taxi, more than one occasion her hips brushed mine as were sitting fairly close and I uttered a polite sorry and she nodded an ‘its ok’.

My fingers were getting desperately itchy to lay hands on her. As we got down from the taxi and she walked in front of me to the other hotel, I walked behind her and for the fist time I noticed her shapely nice butts. They were jiggling slightly, yet unmistakably while she walked swaying her hips. My eyes were tracing the contours of her curves, especially at the hips and my cock was beginning to throb already. She is not lean, but she is fleshy in the right places, at just the right amount. 

Just when we approached the reception her cell was ringing and her husband was calling her, which was obvious from the way she spoke. She moved away from me and was explaining the situation to her husband loud enough. A plan suddenly came to my mind as I stood facing the lonely male receptionist who recently joined the ‘Madhu-has-a-sexy-butt’ club and was fully using his membership by stating at her butt and fair mid-riff exposed from the side view. He was staring madhu with his mouth slightly open. I smiled at him and spoke to him nicely and tipped him very generously as I explained my need to him and he was nodding at me yet his wide-open eyes were trying to capture as much of madhu as possible.

As she finished her call she came to me and said, ‘my husband was concerned as its 11.45 pm already’ with the same sweet smile on her face. I had to explain to him that I am late because of the train delay… she sighed. I used this as the perfect opportunity and tapped her shoulder very lightly, as if I couldn’t care less and in an assuring voice ‘you will be okay mrs. Sharma’ I said. I mustered all my charm and smiled at her and removed my hand as quickly as I could. She didn’t seem to mind and ‘Call me Madhu’ she said. I sighed a relief internally as the first bridge is crossed now. I have already made sure from our conversation that she is the sole representative from Lucknow. So I am in for a treat if I played right. The fact that she is married increased the thrill.

As we turned to face the receptionist I quickly explained to him our situation like I had met him for the first time and he listened to me intently. After I was done, he replied to me with all the sadness that he could bring up on his face, ‘ I am sorry sir, but all our rooms are booked out too’, Madhu looked shocked and confused. ‘What are you saying?’ She asked him. ‘Yes madam, after the other hotel called us, and before you could arrive, the last 2 rooms we had reserved were gone. Its very unusual, but it happened today’. I asked the receptionist very business like, ‘Surely, you must have something. Do something for us’. Sounding irritated eyeing at my watch. ‘At this hour of the night, surely you cant expect us to go around hotel hopping’ I turned to face her and she was nodding along nicely. 

‘One minute sir’ he took a lot longer than one minute and looked up. I have the presidential suite available. This costs a lot more than the regular suite you’ve booked, but since we have promised to the other hotel I can give it to you.

I sighed a relief and looked at Madhu. She seemed confused. ‘Don’t worry madhu. Given the situation I think this is the best we could make of. I wont eat you. You can share the suite with me if you want. Besides it’s only for a night and all our colleagues are in the other hotel. So just think about it. 

‘ I didn’t quite like the idea, but its too late in the night. So it’s ok for tonight’

we picked up the luggage and walked towards the lift and I turned to the receptionist who winked at me. The lift took us to the top floor and few seconds later we reached the massive presidential suite with a splendid view of the city.

To madhu’s disappointment and my joy there was just one single King size bed. She was still staring at the bed as her cell phone rang. To my amusement she was quickly explaining to her hubby that everything was fine and she got a room now and she is safely locked up in her room and was about to go to bed, all the while looking at me somewhat pleadingly with a trace of fear in her eyes. It was obvious that she didn’t wish to share this piece of event with that idiot husband of hers and I decided to make the fullest out of it as I eyed her confidently now. She was standing beside me, quite close as I sat in the couch and switched on the TV. Suddenly a mischievous idea stuck me. I stood up and walked towards her and stood in front of her. I stood close to her and started making faces at her. I was looking a bit foolish and a 45 years old man making faces was looking awkward and yet funny. She was smiling opening her lips wide, but not wanting to make noise as she listened to her hubby. I continued to make a few faces and she got quite accustomed to my nearness. Suddenly, as casual as I lowered my hands and poked my finger on her bare hip. She looked thunder stuck and made a muffled yelp and jumped away from me. Her eyes were wide with fear, as she cupped the earpiece of the phone while she nodded her head vigorously to protest as my hand advanced further poking her hip and pushing her pallu. Before she realised I opened her pallu wide enough to expose her namitha navel and in the pretext of the poking game I quickly inserted my index finger and poked her navel gently while my other fingers crowded around that region and began tickling her as my index finger dug deeper and continued to poke her. I was sporting a mammoth erection inside my pants as my long time fantasy was materialising right in front of me, in a situation a whole lot better than I could imagine.

She was buckling her stomach inwards, trying to protest and I smiled wider as I heard her husband yell over the phone. ‘ Madhu, what happened? Why no sound? Are you there?’ She was nodding her head in protest and was gasping loudly as I continued to finger her fleshy deep navel. She released her hand from the earpiece and answered. ‘Oh nothing, I am here. I was changing channels in the TV.’ and he sounded convinced and he continued from the other side. I quickly dug my other hand inside the waistline of the saree…and dragged her along with me and we moved over to the couch. I increased the volume of the TV a bit to make her claim to her husband real. She stood close to me still protesting by nodding her head as I leisurely sat on the couch and drew my face close to her navel. She had a horror look on her face as I moved my hand that was finger fucking her navel nicely and replaced it with my hot and soft tongue. She let out a loud gasp this time as I used the hand that just became free to encircle her behind and let it roam freely on her back. My hand on her back was clearly sizing her shapely butt and my index finger was pressing along her butt crack over her saree.
It was becoming increasingly obvious that she is falling for it now. She was gasping more frequently now as she was listening and answering with a single yes or a no as my tongue was not wasting even a single second and was exploring every corner of her navel.

Finally She decided that she couldn’t take it anymore and told her hubby. ‘I am feeling too sleepy. Shall call you tomorrow’, and cut him out. I removed my hands and tongue quickly as she said that and coolly told her, ‘sorry about that madhu, it was too nice an opportunity to miss. A little prank that’s all’ and I laughed aloud and made it look too casual as she stood facing me with a silly expression. I acted as if I didn’t recognize any of it and walked towards the fridge and opened it. She slumped on the sofa next to where I was sitting and watched the TV dumbly.

I was thinking to myself, this slow seduction begins to get more interesting than I think and I have discovered a one-of-a-kind woman. ‘Hey don’t worry madhu. I am not forcing you to do anything and I am a perfect gentleman if that would make you feel comfortable. If you don’t want to, you could opt out totally, but I was just interested in seeing those.’ I left a dramatic pause and stood from my seat and knelt in front of her as she leaned back hurriedly to move away from me, and her heavy boobs swaying quite a lot. I placed my face slowly but deliberately close to her boobs, but careful not to touch her and repeated in a hushed tone. ‘those… , just once. I would like to see those devoid of these stupid man-made modesty-bearers (I quickly caressed her blouse sleeves when I said that). I just wanted to see your beautiful assets in their natural state just once. You can show me of course. You need not be a virgin to do that. All you are doing is offering an old man a delightful surprise which he would remember for his life and of course you could feel happy too dear. If you haven’t tried to make others happy, try it out now.’ 

She hasn’t bought all of my crap, but at least she was drunk enough to fall for my flattery as she was beginning to nod a mesmerized lull as I continued to flatter her. I went on and on about her tits, comparing them with all the superlatives that I could think of and finally she interrupted me. With a slight trace of smile, she said,.‘I don’t know Shkear, its just that I am married and I am so completely in love with my husband that I don’t want to cheat him.’ As I heard that it increased the thrill in me and my determination to make this sex-pot do a strip tease for me tonight. I kneeled in front of her now and rested both my palms on her thighs. As she sat leaning back on the sofa, her pallu had moved away a bit. I gently pushed it aside baring her tummy for the second time that day and her large namitha navel was in front of my face with in an inch for the second time. She started a ‘hey, what are you doing?’ Before she could muster any more protests, I dug my tongue deep into her navel and started forming circles quick deep ones while my hands held her seated on the couch firmly as I gripped both her hips. She could only manage a week gasp and she continued to gasp further giving me indications that she is enjoying it as much as I did while the words she formed were ‘ stop it shekar, phle..ease… don’t .. sto..aaahp’ , the more she gasped and cooed, the deeper and faster I dug her navel and proceeded to tickle her midriff on both sides as I held her. Her hips were so soft that my fingers poked her so deep each time I inserted them and she arched her butt up in the air giggling each time I poked her hips. She managed to push me away from her and as I fell down, I laughed at her and asked her in a pleading voice, just once madhu, while she lay back on the sofa , somewhat slumped with he navel still completely wet with my saliva. She looked at me and nodded slightly, ‘ but you shouldn’t touch me anymore. Just once ok?’ she said dizzy eyed. I smiled and nodded happily thinking , ‘we are getting there’.. 

I opened a bottle of red wine and poured two glasses and placed it on the teapot in front of us as I sat next to her. She still couldn’t comprehend what happened and was looking at the TV with woolly eyes. I started talking about work and about career and she was eager to talk to me about that. I offered her the glass of wine. She rejected it immediately and I didn’t press on. She went on for a long time explaining me about her role in the company, obviously trying to impress me. Every time I poured a little refill, I offered her, her glass. After the third time, I insisted that she have it explaining that it would help her sleep better as she was tired too. She made some more objections like she had never had it in her life etc, etc. but budged in finally and took a sip out of the glass. She seemed to like the warmth it gave and the after taste. She had soon finished her glass of the expensive bottle of the Spanish wine I opened and before she realised, I poured a refill. She was totally engrossed in explaining the admin policies at her Lucknow branch and was eagerly listening to my version of ours and my tips and advices that before she could realise she was done with her second glass and was soon into the third (while I still was toying my first). Her eyes were beginning to show signs of dizziness as she listened to me. Time for the kill I thought. 

With an air of superiority hanging in my tone all evening long, I proceeded with all my confidence and mentioned the name of her direct manager Sinha and told her that he used to report to me when he was working at our branch and that I still have a considerable influence over him. Also, I added, ‘I heard rumours about a senior position becoming vacant very soon and sinha is the one to pick up the spot. You seemed to be pretty good at what you do’. She was nodding to me with a slightly dizzy head and what I said had the desired effect. Suddenly interested she was asking me if I could recommend her for a promotion with a nervous edge in her voice.

I poured another glass and she hesitated, ‘Oh Sure I can recommend you madhu’, Conversationally I caught hold of her hand and placed the glass in her hand gently, yet forcefully. She was still nodding, but cupped the wine glass now. She was smiling at my acceptance to recommend her at the same time afraid about the prospect of drinking further. I liked that confused mixed expression on her face and enjoyed it. ‘Don’t worry madhu, its just a glass of fine red wine and from the looks of it, you seemed to enjoy the taste for a first timer. So what’s wrong in having another? Be a sport and give me company!’ I laughed loudly and all the while, when I was making the speech my hand on her shoulder expertly travelled down to her bareback above her deep cur blouse, and was massaging the area lightly. I was tapping her back and nodding my head assuredly. I quickly changed the topic with my palm fully sizing up her soft back, before she started an attempt to move away from me. We were sitting pretty close to each other at the couch. ‘Cheers for our new deal’ I said and raised my unfinished first glass. She had not much of a choice and raised the glass with me and gulped a good portion of wine, failing to notice that the wine barely touched my lips before I placed it down.

I could see that she was loosening down a bit now. Her sentences were beginning to break up when she was trying to get me to remove my hand off her back. Still laughing, I complied, curious to see how long this goes and it was a bit thrilling to play along her way. ‘ Am feeling dizzy shekar’ she said, looking troubled when she finished another gulp. ‘Don’t worry about that madhu. Since it’s your first time your feel that way. You will be all right soon. It really helps you to get some sleep.’ I told that and placed my palm on her thighs really close to her crotch over her saree, with my fingers already playing with her saree frills. I took my chance and poked my index finger deeper in between the frills and it bumped on something soft, presumably brushing the material of the panty over the saree and petticoat. She quickly brushed my hand off her, ‘Shekar, mind your fingers, ok?’ she said that with some authority. For a moment I thought she was back to her senses and all her booze had drained. I sat by her side and we watched the TV simply. 

A few minutes would have gone by as I was flicking channels. Needless to say, all the channels were at their masala glory at the time of night. On one of the channels, the midnight masala song was playing in full swing and the heroine was dancing in rain for a few minutes and in the middle of the song was showing her bare back, topless for a few seconds. ‘Hey madhu, since we made a new deal about your promotion, Do you not want to make me happy by showing me something like that? You seemed to be not just good at what you do at work, but also good at what you have?’ I purposefully leaned in front of her and looked at her heaving boobs over her saree closely. ‘Don’t I deserve to see them in full glory, without these unwanted hindrances?’ I said that and shook her pallu lightly at her shoulder and laughed at her casually. She was looking at me shocked. ‘I am married shekar. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself to ask such a question?’ Her eyes were flickering alternatively between emitting fire and going to dizzy mode. I really liked looking at her face in that stage and thought how she would have reacted when she was completely sober. 
I was thinking to myself, this slow seduction begins to get more interesting than I think and I have discovered a one-of-a-kind woman. ‘Hey don’t worry madhu. I am not forcing you to do anything and I am a perfect gentleman if that would make you feel comfortable. If you don’t want to, you could opt out totally, but I was just interested in seeing those.’ I left a dramatic pause and stood from my seat and knelt in front of her as she leaned back hurriedly to move away from me, and her heavy boobs swaying quite a lot. I placed my face slowly but deliberately close to her boobs, but careful not to touch her and repeated in a hushed tone. ‘those… , just once. I would like to see those devoid of these stupid man-made modesty-bearers (I quickly caressed her blouse sleeves when I said that). I just wanted to see your beautiful assets in their natural state just once. You can show me of course. You need not be a virgin to do that. All you are doing is offering an old man a delightful surprise which he would remember for his life and of course you could feel happy too dear. If you haven’t tried to make others happy, try it out now.’ 

She hasn’t bought all of my crap, but at least she was drunk enough to fall for my flattery as she was beginning to nod a mesmerized lull as I continued to flatter her. I went on and on about her tits, comparing them with all the superlatives that I could think of and finally she interrupted me. With a slight trace of smile, she said,.‘I don’t know Shkear, its just that I am married and I am so completely in love with my husband that I don’t want to cheat him.’ As I heard that it increased the thrill in me and my determination to make this sex-pot do a strip tease for me tonight. I kneeled in front of her now and rested both my palms on her thighs. As she sat leaning back on the sofa, her pallu had moved away a bit. I gently pushed it aside baring her tummy for the second time that day and her large namitha navel was in front of my face with in an inch for the second time. I enjoyed the delightful folds her tummy made as she sat back. She started a ‘hey, what are you doing?’ Before she could muster any more protests, I dug my tongue deep into her navel and started forming circles quick deep ones while my hands held her seated on the couch firmly as I gripped both her hips. She could only manage a week gasp and she continued to gasp further giving me indications that she is enjoying it as much as I did while the words she formed were ‘ stop it shekar, ple..ease… don’t .. sto..aaahp’ , the more she gasped and cooed, the deeper and faster I dug her navel and proceeded to tickle her hips on both sides as I held her. Her hips were so soft that my fingers dug in her so deep each time I poked her. She jerked and arched her butt up in the air giggling each time I poked her hips. She’d finally managed to push me away from her and as I fell down, I laughed at her and asked her in a pleading voice, ‘just once madhu’, while she lay back on the sofa , somewhat slumped with he navel still wet with my saliva. She looked at me and nodded slightly, ‘ but you shouldn’t touch me anymore. Just once ok?’ she said dizzy eyed. I smiled and nodded happily thinking , ‘we are getting there’..
‘Don’t worry madhu dear, I wont touch you although I would very much like to!’ I made animated signs of squeezing her nice voluptuous tits in the air in front of her face with a dirty smile on my face ‘but your husband won’t approve it I think, am I right dear?’ Along the way I discovered that the mention of her husband was strangely exciting her. I wanted to play along. She said hurriedly, ‘ yes, if only he knows that I am her with you…’ she left the sentence hanging in the air as she looked up at the ceiling and shuddered involuntarily. This turned me on too looking at her. 
I was still kneeling before her as I spoke. Pretending to be the gentleman that I wasn’t I bunched up a small portion of her saree at her hip and started wiping the saliva trail that I left at her large navel, thoroughly enjoying her reaction while I wiped. She closed her eyes and her breathing was becoming more and more incoherent as I wiped along. In the pretext of getting some balance I placed my other hand at her saree waistline and quickly dug my fingers inside just enough to pull it down. She immediately responded in a meek act of protest by clutching my left hand with her hands tightly and muttered a ‘please don’t shekar’ with her eyes still closed. 

I let her hold my left hand for some time and I was amazed how soft her hands were. The softness of her palms competed directly with the soft texture of her tummy. I was beginning to imagine how soft her globes would be as I was wiping. She was breathing harder now as I was getting naughtier pulling her saree waistline down inch by inch with her trying her best to stop me doing so by holding my hands. I was simply strong. Her already lowered waistline due to all my dragging and her posture was now further lowered to reveal the hints of her pubic area. Her dark pubic area was surfacing above the frills of her saree, after my meticulous attempt at pulling her waistline as slowly as possibly with both her hands clutching my left hand tightly and her breathing loudly because of all the treatment she was getting. 

 stopped at that point as I had completed my wiping act and I kind of liked the look of her, like that, with a perfectly homely face and dressed like a horny bitch with her saree so low at the hip and the hooks at her breasts waiting to pop-out any minute and her tits moving up and down like massive swells of wave in the sea would, during a huge storm. Creeping out from the base of pallu, dangling over her tits was her shiny mangalsutra reminding me that she is someone else’s treasure. Its gentle rhythmic up-down movement along with her tits thrilled me more. 

I let her lay there panting for a minute or so, to let her regain her composure and was enjoying looking at every bit of her. Enjoying the heaving tits and the look of the nicely crumpled saree at her waist are because of all the wiping being pushed aside and the waist line so low that she could compete with any whore in the town at that instance striking a pose like that. I was wondering if she would be turned on, if I talked to her about her body and talk naughty things about her. She is already half way through ready, and I could literally have her any minute from now without, so much as a protest from her I guess. But I wanted to play it her way and have as much fun with her as possible before I go on to the final act. She sure was showing signs of enjoying it so far. She was lying arched on the couch like an angel on saree. Her lower belly that was exposed much more than usual was so fair that it was beginning to turn a shade of pinkish red due to my rubbing. she was almost comfortable with my caresses in that area, but I wasn’t sure yet where else she would let me touch without making a big fuss. I decided to find out.

She seemed to have recovered from her heavy panting and was lying still on the couch in front of me with her eyes closed. It was as if she was lying there half anxious, half expecting for me to proceed. I removed my left hand from her clutches and from her saree as she was still holding it tight and placed both her hands on either side of her. Instinctively her right hand was crawling up to cover her tummy as I discovered long ago that she is not only conservative, but also extremely shy. I brushed her hand aside with some force and she let it lay on the side without objecting. I then gently placed my left hand on her belly and inserted my finger in her navel again and let it stay there, not doing anything at all. In a tone of whisper, I asked her, ‘ Do you like being touched here madhu?’ and slowly wiggled my index finger that was deep inside her navel. She nodded her head slightly. ‘Now, please open your eyes and look at me and answer.’ She slowly opened her eyes, just a little and was instantly ashamed at the way I was staring at her bare midriff that was exposed and pulled her pallu over my hand to cover herself quickly. I didn’t object to, and let my hand stay underneath her pallu. It must have given her some sense of security. ‘Tell me madhu, I am still waiting.’ I continued to wiggle my finger. ‘Do you like the fact that I am fingering your navel right now, as we speak?’ I poked a bit more and she jerked. ‘Yes’ she said almost inaudibly. I can see that she clearly has difficulty to talk because of the embarrassment she has been put to, but it was just the beginning. My cock was uncontrollably throbbing and was clearly seen, shifted to one side as I knelt in front of madhu. 

‘Has any one else other than your hubby touched you here, before?’ I slightly pinched the flesh alongside her navel as I asked her. It had the desired effect. Almost instantaneously she blurted out, ‘yes yes.’ ‘Tell me who and where madhu and did you like what was done to you?’ I felt like as if I was interrogating her rather than just asking and she was also answering me as if she was in a trance rather than hit by the booze. She was looking directly into my eyes, A few times before, yes, in the bus. I don’t know who it was and yes,… ( after a long pause) I liked it’. She couldn’t quite frankly admit that she liked it and while she said it, her face became a bright shade of pink and she looked away. I used my other free hand to grab her chin and forced her to look at my face. ‘Look at me while you speak to me madhu!’ I said it with an air of authority and she looked at me slightly nervously, wondering as to what would come next.

Underneath her pallu I stopped the wiggling and moved my hand further up and cupped her right breast without applying any pressure. My other hand was still holding her chin and I slowly released it. She was still staring at my face when I placed my palm completely on her breast. I wasn’t sure from her reaction, whether she expected it or not. ‘Tell me madhu have they touched you here?’ I gave a quick squeeze to her soft tit. OH MY GOD… IT WAS EVERYTHING I EXPECTED PLUS MORE.’ I don’t have words to simply express my feelings, how I felt when I gave the squeeze. She groaned loudly and yet wasn’t objecting. Deciding to push it further, I placed removed my other hand from her chin and quickly placed it on her crotch over her saree. As she did not see that coming, she had been sitting comfortably with her thighs spread apart. I dug all my fingers over her saree frills and the sensed that my fingers were directly over her pussy and gave it a HARD squeeze and whispered, ‘Or here?’ with a crude smile. She instantly responded by clutching her thighs together tightly with my fingers deeply trapped in between and let out a loud squeal which began as a gasp. At that very instance, I felt both my hands were in heaven, my left squeezing her tit and my right pressing her crotch.
She suddenly seemed to have gotten back a semblance of her will power. ‘What are you doing? Remove your hands shekar’ she screamed. With that she pulled my reluctant palm off my right breast and off her and forcibly shook off my right hand from her crotch and quickly adjusted her saree. She sat upright facing me with a sudden clear head. ‘You still haven’t answered me madhu?’ I smiled at her. With a very embarrassed face that was actually looking at my shoes, she answered slowly,
‘yes, I have been touched there.’ I asked where and was moving my hand slowly towards her, and she quickly pointed to her tits herself and urgently muttered ‘here’. 
I persisted, ‘AND?’ Unable to answer directly, with her face becoming redder by the minute she whispered ‘here….’, pointing vaguely at her hips and waving her hands downwards on either side of her hip up to her thighs in a quick movement and in a new bout of shame covered her face with her hands quickly. 

I got up as my knees were beginning to hurt a bit and sat down beside her on the couch. I gave her, her moment of privacy for a few seconds and said, ‘its okay madhu. It’s completely normal’ and congratulated her for her frankness and removed her hands gently from her face. She looked away from me at the TV for a few seconds. ‘Madhu, despite feeling awkward to admit your most intimate secrets to me, you must be definitely enjoying a certain degree of thrill in it. Admit it.’ And I looked at her face. She actually looked back at me from the ceiling and offered a small smile and looked away shyly. My attempt to win her trust has paid off somewhat. I was very happy inside.

‘Ok madhu, show time now, I need to see those beautiful rabbits hidden behind the nasty blouse of yours. As you had promised, don’t waste time and show the wretched old man the STUFF.’ 
She looked at me sideways, ‘ Do I have to do it?’ she asked me. I was a bit stubborn, ‘yes don’t waste my time. I am not going to eat you. I just wanted to see the most perfect set of boobs. At least the perfect set for a 28 year old.’ (I intentionally reduced her age, which had the effect. She smiled at me, obviously pleased at the mention of her age as 28. She huskily said, ‘I am older than that’. ‘Holy molly, that is one firm set of tits for a lady older than 28!’ in a mock surprise I widened and rolled my eyes and in a jiffy placed bit my hands on her the base of her tits, one each and gave a quick squeeze and repeated it again smiling widely. She squealed a ‘Noooo’ and pushed my hands away before I could go for a third time. ‘Wow, no padding whatsoever and yet so firm.’ I was genuinely surprised after pressing them. Shame was written all over her face and she looked down at the floor as my cock was throbbing uncontrollably, waiting to explode any minute. I had to cross my legs tightly to control myself. ‘Wow, you have quite a package there hidden.’ I pointed at her tits. ‘Now just show me how they look in their natural state, just once. C’mon be a sport dear.’ I placed my hands on her shoulders and shook her, enjoying the jiggle of her tits.
She looked away for a while thoughtfully, and then turned to face me. ‘Alright just once ok and that’s it?’ I nodded vigorously. ‘And you shouldn’t touch them?’, I nodded and answered vaguely, ‘yeah ok, lets see’. First things first, get up. I actually made her stand from the couch and that’s when she realised the extent of the booze. She couldn’t stand still I had to catch hold of her from falling. I gave a strong squeeze to her ass before releasing her and it was my turn to gasp. It was the best butt I had grabbed so far. She stood still finally. ‘As agreed just once ok?’ and she stood in front of me as I went back and sat on the couch. She turned to face away from me and started to drop her pallu. I yelled at her, ‘madhu, turn here and face me while you undress.’ Shocked a bit by my raised voice suddenly, she turned with the dropped pallu and faced me. She stood on her pallu that was lying on the floor and she was standing like a whore with her saree waistline hanging sooo low…. the trace of her pubic hairs visible, and her fingers went to the first hook of her blouse.. very slowly as I leaned further back in the couch and relaxed and prepared myself to watch.

As she started to unhook her blouse, one hook after another very slowly, automatically my hand went to my crotch and I started slowly rubbing my cock. Obviously, she noticed my hand and hesitated a bit staring my erection underneath my pant and stood there somewhat dumb stuck. ‘What are you waiting for, C’mon quick madhu!’ I raised my voice a bit sipping my glass of wine. She must have felt like she is putting up a proper show for me, at the turn of events. She looked around questioningly at the lights in the ceiling and then at me. ‘Go on madhu, no point in shying away now. Go on.’ All my prodding let her unbutton the last of the remaining hooks and I was treated with a great view of her impressively beautiful cleavage and her boobs trapped in her bra and parts of it covered by her blouse on either side hanging on either side. She stood there facing at me silently for a few seconds and clutched the blouse with her hands. ‘That’s the way dear. Get it off you, now. Right now.’ As I prodded her, Looking away from me, yet facing me, she removed her blouse off her sleeves slowly, with me staring at her intently. She stood there holding it in one hand and partially covering her cleavage with the other hand. Her breasts looked so magnificent encased in her bra. I couldn’t wait to lay my hands on them, but sat there controlling myself as the last of her blouse came off her wrists. ‘Now madhu, lift that blouse over your head and spin it a few times and throw it at me. It’s my prize for the evening dear. C’mon.’ I ordered her somewhat loudly. She said’ WHAT??’

‘Oh come on, you are going to get topless in a few seconds. So, why not do it my way and make me happy honey? Please.’ She stared at me unbelievably and blurted out, ‘but, I thought its going to be only for a few seconds.’ ‘yes, yes, we will get to that, but until then, lets do this my way .. Now, Go on’ She looked at my face for a few more seconds. ‘Shekar, please, do I have to do this?’ she said that in a pleading voice clutching her blouse tightly. ‘Yes dear, it just adds to the fun. That’s all. Quick lets get on with your part of the deal.’ I replied jubilantly. She didn’t look very happy, but after a long pause, she lifted her hand above her head and started swinging the blouse awkwardly. She wasn’t moving any of her body parts and swung it around a few times and threw it to me abruptly. She was so amateurish, and yet it was a tremendous turn on watching her. I picked up the blouse that was lying on the floor and walked over to her, placed it back on her hand.

‘Do it again honey, only properly this time, When you swing the blouse you need to rotate your hips…. Like this..’ I quickly grabbed her hips with both my hands and rotated her in a slow circular way as she stood. ‘Like this, OK?’ I repeated. I noticed that she was stamping on her pallu as she stood. Another opportunity I thought and smiled to myself. ‘Oh, you might trip and fall down, especially you have some trouble standing still and you are going to sleep now anyway. So bear with me for a minute.’ Without waiting for her answer I grabbed her saree from her waist and pulled it forcefully which caused her to swirl once and within no time it was in my hands. With a shocked expression, ‘Wait … wait Shekar… what are you… doing? Give it back to me..’ She screamed confused, still recovering her balance from me pulling her saree off her hips and the rest of it from under her feet. She actually had to hold my shoulder to regain my grip. ‘Do it properly madhu, and you will get it back along with your blouse.’ Without waiting for her to react I went back to the couch leaving her standing in her bra and petticoat. While pulling her saree off her, I noticed her petticoat knots dangling so invitingly. I told myself, that its time hasn’t come yet. There was a small gap at her hip where she has tied her petticoat and through that I could see her white panties matching her white bra and a bit of her creamy thigh as she stood there with a ‘stoned’ expression holding the blouse with her hand.
I sat there in the couch with her saree wrapped around my shoulder smelling the material waiting for her to do her swinging act again. Covering her bra clad boobs with one hand, she gently swayed her hips and swung the blouse over her head a few times which made me gasp aloud and she in fact smiled a bit at my shocked gasp and swung a little longer than she intended to, encouraged by my appreciative look and I began clapping and whistling unable to control myself and started rubbing my erection over my pants vigorously in front of her. She continued to swing the blouse looking at my bulge at the crotch and a smile in her shy face. It must have been quite a turn on for her too; to be a prime sex object for some one she didn’t know and was definitely enjoying all the attention that she was getting. 

She swung the blouse over to me, this time right on my lap and stood there, facing me with a smile. She was still too embarrassed to face me like that as she was still facing down. I caught the blouse and muttered loudly ‘That was wonderful. You stumped me completely dear.’ and walked up to her close carefully pocketing her blouse in my right trouser pocket. She stood there with her bra and petticoat on, slyly crossing her hands over her breasts as I approached her with her saree hanging on my shoulders like shawl and her crumpled sweaty blouse in my pocket. She was still smiling. ‘Now before proceeding to the interesting bit madhu’ I left the sentence midway through and quickly placed my finger on her left bra strap and repeated, ‘the interesting bit’ and smiled at her. ‘Time for a little break’ I almost dragged her back to the couch and poured her another generous glass of wine. ‘Cheers to your courage!’ I smiled and raised my unfinished glass. She sat by my side in just her bra and petticoat. Despite her hesitation I made sure that she finished her wine. While she sat, the gap at her hip where her petticoat’s knot was present had widened and she didn’t notice it. I was staring at that part as she sipped the wine. ‘Nice material’ I said abruptly placing my fingers at the gap of her petticoat on her panties as she sat. She shrieked a ‘cheee..’ shyly, but was too drunk already to offer a lot of resistance and let me finger her there. As she lifted her glass to finish the last of the wine left in it, I tried to pull her petticoat strings, but she caught my hand. I was impressed with her resistance and removed my hand. 

‘You seemed to be enjoying this little task as much as I do madhu? We should proceed with the next step and further on, don’t you think?’ I got up and helped her to rise from the couch. We stood next to each other while I held her in position with both my hands on her shoulders. ‘ I am dizzy’ she said. I whispered in her ears ‘ No, you’re Sexy’ and blew hot air gently on her earlobes while I lowered both my hands on her hip with the fingers of my right hand landing exactly over her dangling petticoat knot. My blow in her ear lobe had the desired effect as she closed her eyes momentarily forgetting herself. I continued to blow and moved closer to her started licking her earlobe in slow curly movement, first the lobe then the area behind in sweeping circles. She was audibly moaning now with her eyes tightly shut, her face turned up towards the ceiling. I continued to breath loudly into her ear as I nibbled her lobe. She started moaning loudly now. I encircled my left hand around her enjoying her smooth bare back and let my fingers find its way to her bra strap while the other worked itself positioning nicely on her petticoat knot. I darted my tongue directly into her left ear and she cooed responsively. Her hands were on my shoulders and she moved them around me to hug me slightly as I could feel that her whole body was trembling as I started licking the insides of her ear. As I continued to moisten her ear, I felt that her grip around me tightened.

I gently started pulling at the petticoat knot and within seconds unfastened it continued pulling it out of its place loosening it completely. In the next instance, as I released my hand from the knot, the loose petticoat slit along her thighs and circled her feet and I let my hand span on her gorgeous ass over her panties. I was quite surprised by the flimsy material of her panties and my fingers had no problems tracking the butt crevice between her shapely butt cheeks. She moaned louder as I started giving some pressure to my index finger as I moved it along her butt crack over her panty. At the same time my other hand busied itself and unhooked her bra strap from behind as gently as possible. I accomplished the task with the minimal fuss and her bra straps were dangling from behind now. My free hand roamed over her silky smooth back from her neck to the base of her panties enjoying every inch of her flesh as she stood there with her green petticoat encircling her legs. 

I continued to caress her near naked body for a little while more, allowing my right hand to travel inside her panties from behind. My hand was relatively cold as it first came into contact with her bare butt cheeks and it made her flinch a bit. She was moaning with her lips parted as I was licking her ears. I abruptly moved my face from her ears and rested it directly in front of hers. My lips grabbed her hot parted lips and I hungrily tasted her lips. She briefly protested in confusion, but in a second, joined the kissing party as her tongue came out too, to meet my monster tongue through our locked lips and she darted her tongue deep into my mouth to explore every corner. It was a long passionate kiss seemingly never ending and while we kissed my right hand buried inside her panty, busied itself and started its journey along her crack I was feeling every inch of her crack and when my index finger reached her anus, I gave a slightly added pressure which made her stand on her tip toes instantly and she made a muffled sound over her kiss. She didn’t try to break the kiss though. I liked her reaction to it very much and made a note to come back to it soon. My index finger hurriedly left the place and delved deeper. She was standing with her legs parted. So, while she was standing I could access the base of her pussy from behind. She was very wet as I anticipated and when my fingers rested on her lips she actually broke the kiss and gasped. I wasted no time and quickly inserted my middle finer into her slippery wet love door and it went in all the way through. 

She opened her eyes for the first time and looked at me. We were looking at each other in close proximity, with our eyes locked and my finger deep into her pussy. I smiled at her. ‘Madhu, you are a so hot. You are a sex bomb.’ I whispered as I wiggled my finger inside here. She squirmed under my grip as I wiggled as she felt uncomfortable and ashamed of me finger her like that while she stood. She tried to move back to get out of my hold and I freed my hands from her. As my right hand saw the light finally from the dark haven, the musky aroma of her juices was so strong. I stuck my fingers in front of her and smiled, as she looked away from me so embarrassed. She blushed so much that her face turned crimson red. Since she stepped away now, with her watching with a longing look, I scooped up her petticoat from the floor and walked back to the couch and sat there, leaving her standing before me in her underwear. She was very conscious of her nakedness and that was what made it more thrilling to me to watch her trying in vain to cover up with her hands. 

‘Give me my petticoat please shekar’ she finally spoke after a long silence. I just noticed that the muted TV behind was playing a nice mood-music at the MTV and I increased the volume. ‘C’mon lets finish this properly and let me return your stuff. Now as promised, proceed please. Dance to this slow tune and move around your hips. Sway left and right. C’mon now. Lets go for you bra.’ I put the petticoat by my side and unzipped my pant slowly as I spoke to her. ‘What are you doing?’ she asked me, noticing my boxers inside my pants. ‘Oh I am going to properly enjoy the show. Now lets proceed. Remember, similar to the way you threw the blouse at me. Start now.’ She released her hands covering her pubic area at her panty crotch and started swaying her lips to the music in the background. She was absolutely gorgeous and she lost all her shyness the moment she started moving her hips. She swaying her hands up and down around her as she moved around in circles slowly and continued to dance. Obviously, she must have had some dance exposure, to the classical dances perhaps, as her moves were not quite the likes of a fresh amateur as there was a natural grace.
As I watched her sway, she smiled at me and facing me she inserted her fingers at the base of the bra and pulled it out of her milky white globes slowly. She held the bra carelessly as she lifted it over her head in the right hand and swung it over her head slowly and rhythmically in tune with the music. My eyes were so wide that they almost popped out seeing her perfectly shaped breasts with a fully erect pair of large brown nipples pointing directly at me. She looked at the way I was gazing at her boobs and quickly covered them with her left hand. Her left hand was in for a tough job of covering both her nipples together. As she tried to cover them up with her palm she had to squeeze them together to bring them closer, and the sight of her squeezed breasts was erotic as hell. I quickly unzipped my pant completely and pushed my boxers down to my thigh releasing my long throbbing, 8-inch long thick dick. Now it was her turn to be wide eyed as I began stroking it. She continued to sway her hips and swing the bra with her hand over her head, with here eyes locked on my monster cock, like she was in a trance 

I noticed her cleanly shaven armpit and it was a pleasant site to see from a homely looking Indian lady who looks so conservative. She threw the bra at me finally and it landed on my shoulder. She was loosely covering her boobs with both her hands and was watching me stroke my dick and was involuntarily swaying her hips still. ‘Place your hands behind your head and shake your tits while you dance.’ I ordered her while stroking. She was reluctant at first. ‘Do it now’ She was still looking at my cock as her hands moved behind her head and she jiggled her tits. It was a heavenly sight and it was my turn to sigh and moan. I stopped stroking for a moment, as I was about to explode. I gave my dick a tight squeeze to control it a bit so I could withstand it longer. I continued to watch her jiggle. ‘Come here madhu, come closer.’ She came closer. Now turn around, I want to see your beautiful back closer. Bend forward and Swing your hip now please.’ ‘Please shekar, that’s embarrassing. Should I do that?’ She asked me, standing next to me, her hands casually covering her tits. She was very conscious about the huge wet spot in her panties. ‘C’mon madhu, too late to back off now, start’ I quickly got up to my feet and my stiff cock brushed her panties when I did and turned her to face away from me and bent her upper torso forward. Her thighs still close together. I told her to lean on the teapot table in front of her and start swaying. She placed her hands on the table and started moving her back as I sat on the sofa. Her face away from me, she couldn’t see what I was seeing or doing to her. It was too much for me, her milky white huge tits hanging freely in front and I have waited long enough and had more than enough fun. I suddenly placed my hands firmly on the elastic of her panties and gave a quick yank, and it came down half way through to her thighs. She squealed and tried to move forward. She lost her balance and fell forward, while her panties travelled the rest of the way past her legs and was in my hands with the material of the panty twisted to its eternity.

I lifted it in front of my face as she faced me from the floor. I brought it closer to my face and smelt it lightly. ‘mmmmmm’ I said. She was looking away from me. When she turned to face me , I was stuffing her panty into my pant pocket along with her blouse. Now come back and continue that dance please, if you want the rest of your clothes. I smiled. Not that she was restricted to that one set of clothes only as her bag was lying there few feet from us, and she could have gone to that and picked up a dress from there any time, but she liked being commanded and she stood up, came back to me and assumed the position again, this time butt-naked. She leaned forward to face away from me and placed her hands on the table in front and started swinging her hips with my hands resting on them. Her pussy was so inviting at a few inches in front of me and up front is her milky white tits bouncing and her mangal sutra making the clinging noise non-stop as she was swaying her hips. Watching it on her flawless nude body was an additional turn on for me. I moved my hand and placed it on her inner thighs and spread them apart as much as possible and she complied.

I quickly inserted my finger into her wet dripping pussy and fingered her for a few seconds. She stopped swaying her hips as I began fingering her. With my other hand gave her a HARD slap. ‘Now, don’t stop. Continue.’ I yelled as I started to insert my second finger into her. She flinched, but obeyed. She continued her swaying. It was beyond the wildest of my dreams. I never dreamt that I would be doing these things. I suddenly removed my fingers outside of her pussy and held her hips tightly with my hands and stood up. I slowly inserted my huge dick inside her. She started moaning loudly. Her horny pussy took it in and I started ramming her in tune with the music. She started screaming wildly. I moved my hands forward and clasped her tits for the first time that entire evening after caressing her almost everywhere else. Wow, it was a heavenly sensation as I first felt every inch of her tits wit my fingers while I was ramming the goddess hard.

She was screaming at high pitch as I started squeezing her naked tits gently now and at the same time increasing the pace of my fuck. I could see that she was holding the edges of the table so tightly that her knuckles were turning blue. She was screaming in passion as my fingers tweaked both her nipples like they were radio knobs, gently first, let it return to its position, tweak it with a bit more force and let it go and then HARDER and let it go and then back to the subtle tweak, and then abruptly change the rhythm by cupping her tits in whole and give a HARD SQUEEZE. I was constantly varying the pace, pressure and the position of the tweaks and squeezes to her tits getting the enjoyment of my lifetime at the same time satisfying my hungry loins as it entered the most coveted place today. I moved a hand from her tit and placed it on her pussy from the front side and squeezed the lips together as I continued to fuck her pussy from behind. 

Her screams were getting wilder by the minute and I must have fucked and played around with her tits for a long time now. I took my naughty finger of the day and placed it at her mouth and she sucked it greedily, tasting her own juices. I removed the wet finger and brought it to her anus, while my other hand busy fondling her tits. She froze momentarily as I just let her finger linger in that area. I continued to gyrate a few more times and pinched her nipple making her go frenzy and her thoughts were completely diverted away from that naughty finger resting on her open butt. Suddenly, with no warning, I inserted the finger into her anus with a lot of pressure. She YELPED and was instantly on her TIP-TOES and clutched the table tighter and squealed in high pitch. Her reaction delighted me. Her widely spread thighs helped the finger thrust a lot .It went inside a little and slowly, inch by inch, with her continued yelping it went half way through. Her facial expression clearly showed that she was in pain, but was enjoying it at the same time. 

I continued to finger fuck her butt, while I continued screwing her nice pussy and fondled her tits with my other hand. While the one finger was busy inside her butt the others crowding in that region were playing around in her butt crevice area in general poking and scratching. I increased my pace finally as I couldn’t withstand the sight of this married lady being fucked by me. As I increased the pace and at one point, tweaked her right nipple non-stop, her body went suddenly rigid. She shook once violently, then went rigid again. She was silent but it was obvious what she was going through. Her breath was in short spurts of gasps as she clenched her thighs so tightly that she was literally squeezing my cock. I stopped pumping and continued to tweak her nipple and admired her long – long orgasm. Finally she looked spent and I wasted no time and continued hump her quicker and quicker. She was grateful enough to respond to me and was grinding her hips along with mine in tandem. As I increased the pace I could sense the increase in the intake of her breath too and I increased the pace of my finger inside her butt too. She lifted her sweat filled face and shut her eyes tightly and further tightened her grip on the table. I moved my hip faster as a drop of sweat tricked down my cheek and fell on her butt. We were in an A/C room. In a few more seconds, I erupted into her wildly and she went rigid and spasmodic around the same time. We stayed that position for a few minutes until we regained our breaths and I slumped back on the couch. She fell by my side on the couch and leaned on my shoulder as I caressed her soft hair. I just then noticed that her hair was soft too. I continued to caress her tits as she lay on me. 

Few minutes later I stood up, undressed completely and took her to the shower. We took a long hot shower together and went to bed. She willingly came to my arms under the sheets of the huge kings bed, completely nude. We slept the rest if the night, and prepared for the conference the next morning. Both our minds filled with plans for that evening to come.

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