A mature lady in Hyderabad

HI guys, this is Alex again from Hyderabad and i’ve got another great story for you people. This was an especially bright day, and I had planned to meet my friend who stays at the outskirts of the city, where we had planned a party, there was booze and some call gals arranged. I as usual was late to start for the party so I was speeding up to reach the destination. Unfortunately at the city outskirts as it was late in the evening, and also as I was driving recklessly, a mishap occurred and I was lying at the corner of the road with my bike over me. Fortunately I had received only minor injuries and the guy who hit my bike had ran away from the spot. I stood up and as I reached the road, an older woman called out to me “Are you alright? I saw what happened!” She was walking toward me with a look of obvious concern.

“Fine, just minor injuries. Unlucky day for me” I said, embarrassed.

“Why unlucky?” She said. “I guess you might have planned some bachelor party at some farm house” She laughed.

“Yeah” I said, good-naturedly. “Well, I know how it is,” she said.

We laughed, “That HAS to hurt” she said, pointing at my chest. In the rush of adrenaline I’d taken little notice of my injuries, but as I looked down I saw that my shirt was torn and I had scratches on my chest and shoulders deeply.

“Not as much as having to pay for that bike,” I said, though her notice of my injuries seemed to have awakened the pain of them. “Where’s the nearest doctor over here?” I asked, hopefully.

She said “by this time no one’s available, just park your bike over here and let’s have a walk as my home is nearby”. I had accepted her offer because my cell phone was also damaged; I thought to make a phone call after reaching her place. She was very helpful. By the time we reached home she guided me inside. It was a beautiful house with a small garden in front and she said that she was alone, as her husband was out of station for some work. She guided me to the bathroom and asked me to wash myself. After I was done I came into the drawing room and I was going to sit on the chair, she came and introduced herself “I am Bhavana….blah blah blah”. I also introduced myself and the communication started. In the meantime she asked me to take off my shirt as she brought some iodine to wash my injuries. There was a mirror in her drawing room, so Standing in front of the mirror, I undid my shirt and turned towards her. I looked at my chest and shoulders, the scratches were superficial for the most part, but a couple was pretty deep and began bleeding. Bhavana asked me to sit down and she began to wipe off the blood oozing out of the injuries. And then carefully she began to apply the iodine over the injuries. While doing so I began to visualize the romantic movie scene of shah rukh khan and Sushmita Sen in the movie Main hoon naa. And I was having a hard on which was clearly visible through my pants. I was startled as she had accidentally touched my dick. Maybe it was my imagination but she seemed to gaze at my torso with more than just neighborly concern. “Come to the Hall, I have something to put on that” she said, and I followed her again. My aching member and damp pants made walking a bit uncomfortable.

“Here” she said, opening a cabinet and pulling out a blue jar filled with clear liquid. “I keep this for mostly medicinal purposes,” she laughed. She filled two crystal glasses about halfway, then poured a bit more into a bowl, and then put the jar away. “I guess you know to cover the wound as it might cause an infection and she applied the band aids on the scratches. I was feeling the burning sensation on my chest due to the iodine and was trying to hide it from her and was fairly successful, though she laughed aloud at my reaction. “Strong city boy?” She asked, teasingly. Wow, what an understatement. My whole body seemed to warm and flush with heat as the burning subsided. She bought some coffee and we had our coffee.

“Now, let’s see about your wounds” she said. “Stand over here and lift your arms.” I went over to her, next to the kitchen sink, and stood with my hands locked behind my head. “Ouch, that looks nasty,” she said, dipping a cloth into the bowl and touching it to the worst of my scratches. It hurt like hell, but I wasn’t about to wimp out in front of her twice, and I gritted my teeth while she stroked me with the cloth. Maybe I was getting more and more aroused as she inspected and applied her “medicinal” touch. I could feel my cock swelling and arching in my pants, and knew it was straining against the fabric in unmistakable arousal. I was fighting with embarrassment and arousal and pain – and I was, honestly, feeling a bit lightheaded. It had been a long rough day already, I’d not yet eaten, and here I was

She touched the cloth to my nipple, which sprang taut immediately, and seemed to swab it repeatedly, though I hadn’t remembered it being scratched. She then moved to the other, which was now hard, and again swabbed, her face close to my chest, her breath warm on my skin. My hard-on ached, strained, arched in its fabric prison. I could feel the pressure building, my desire intensifying, and my manners and resolve to be a gentleman teetering. Her touch felt so good. Suddenly she brushed against my encased member and I jumped, startled out of my reverie. “Oh, didn’t mean to scare you, city boy!” She laughed. “It seems you’re enjoying this as much as I am.” I looked into her eyes and saw deep pools of passion. Shaking slightly I reached for her, bringing her face to mine, and met her mouth with a tentative kiss. Her mouth opened eagerly to mine and we stood for what seemed an eternity, mouths locked, hands searching, caressing arms and backs and hips. Cautiously, I brushed her breast with the backs of my fingers, and she gasped, pulling back, and then pressing her breast into my hand.

My kisses left her mouth and covered her cheeks, her jaw, and as she lifted her throat to me I buried my mouth in the soft skin, kissing, licking, and sucking. Hands fumbling I unbuttoned her blouse and knelt before her, lifting her soft full breast to my lips, circling the nipple with the tip of my tongue, kissing and sucking lightly as she hardened and tightened in my mouth. I turned to the other, repeating my attentions, while I rubbed her other saliva-slicked nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She was gasping now and moaning, her hands bracing herself between the sink and table. Her moans intensified, urging me on, and I slid her sari and petticoat down to the ground. She put her hands on my head and stepped out of them, then pulled me closer to her body. She pressed her rounded boobs hard against my face and my tongue swirled in her thick hair, seeking the source of the heat and woman scent. I could feel her legs starting to shake as she ground herself against my face, and I lay back on the cool black and white checkered linoleum, guiding her hips as she straddled my face. My tongue found her swollen slit and I was drenched in her juices, flicking my tongue back and forth on her clit while she bucked harder against me. She was sliding across my mouth and nose and my sucking and licking and kissing intensified to meet her.

Bhavana was starting to groan and gasp more loudly now, faster, harder, until suddenly she screamed “YES” and then again “OH” and then stopped, shuddering and lifting herself off me. “Soooo s-s-sensitive” she stuttered, “Gawd that was…” She never finished. Slowly getting to her feet, she took my hand and helped me up. And we kissed. She must have tasted herself on me, in my mouth, for I was glazed and drenched, but her kisses were, if possible, even hungrier than before. Her hand went to my crotch, where she caressed my member though the cloth, and cupped my swollen balls in her hand. She then turned, and, taking me by the hand, took me out of the kitchen to a circular staircase, leading me upstairs. I followed her I could see her thighs glistening a bit with wetness as she walked before me, wondering if it was my saliva or her nectar that graced them. She let me into the bedroom. Then she kissed me again and slid my shorts down and off, my heavy cock springing free for a moment then supported by her hand, which caressed the shaft and smeared my precum along her palm. She laid back then on the fine cotton sheets, and still silent, spread her legs and beckoned to me.

I approached her slowly, gently, kissing first the inside of her knees, back and forth, moving slowly and deliciously up her thighs. I could hear her starting to moan again, and as I circled her sodden center I slid my hands beneath her, lifting her to my mouth. I sucked and licked and kissed to the very edge of her pleasure, then down her taint and kissed her tight rosebud, then licking my way up again. I blew coolly through pursed lips upon her wetness, and smiled as I watched her lips swell and part, her love nub pushing outwards through the soft folded skin. Humming now deep in my chest, I licked her again and heard her gasp. She grabbed my head with her hands and began pulling me up her body. I resisted, but gradually moved up between her legs, my kisses on her boobs again, then her navel, then to her breasts, where I alternated, kissing first one, then the other, then sucking, then biting lightly. She began to writhe beneath me and I could, honestly, not wait much longer, for my cock ached to be encased in that slick silken tunnel as much as she wanted it inside her.

As I was poised over her, I looked again into her eyes, and saw a lust and hunger that seemed to draw me in. My mouth met hers just as the swollen head of my cock touched her center, and I began to rock against her, my tongue pressing into her mouth gently, gradually, while my cock did the same below. She sucked on my tongue and arched to meet me but I kept the same tantalizing pace, just a little more with each thrust, until she began to moan again, my cockhead now warm within her, then almost out, then a bit deeper. She felt so warm, so slick, as good as I felt her clasping me and I began to give in to the motion, the desire, the passion. Soon we were sliding together, my cock buried to the hilt, my balls bouncing against her as I felt myself tightening toward an impending explosion. Faster, deeper, my textured veined shaft grazing her swollen clit with each thrust. Her moans became soft yelps that intensified and her cry of “NOW” triggered hot thick jets from me that splashed hard against her inside walls and filled her. Still thrusting as I softened, I could feel and even hear my cum squishing out of her with each movement. I held myself above her and in her until my cock slid out, finally, and rolled to my side lest I crush her.

I gazed at her, her eyes closed, the flush still in her cheeks, as her breathing returned to normal. I caressed her hair and she opened her eyes and smiled at me. I smiled back, and knew I had found something of immeasurable worth. We both must have dozed, for when I next opened my eyes it was to fading sunrise. I roused her with a kiss, and reminded her that I needed to return home. We dressed, Bhavana dropped me at the place we parked my bike, and we kissed once more and she gave me her contact details as we fixed another appointment and she went away. So ladies and girls from Hyderabad who are interested to have real sex can contact me at [email protected]. Feel free to reach me as the pleasure is guaranteed to you. Waiting for your mails ladies and girls.