The Afternoon Nap

It’s a lazy Sunday afternoon at the swimming club. The sun’s dipping low, casting a golden glow over the pool. I’m lounging by the water, wearing my navy blue trunks sipping a cold drink. Kiara slides up next to me. She’s in a red bikini that hugs her curves just right, her wet hair sticking to her shoulders.

We’ve been friends with benefits for a while now—no strings, just fun. She smirks at me, her eyes glinting with mischief, and whispers, “Shall we have some fun in the pool?” Before I can answer, her hand brushes my thigh under the water, teasing me.

I feel the heat rising, and I pull her closer, our lips inches apart. A few people are around. But we’re in our little world, giggling and splashing, hands wandering where they shouldn’t. It’s playful, it’s naughty, and it’s getting me worked up.

After a while, we climb out of the pool, dripping wet. Kiara wraps a towel around herself, grabs her bag, and tosses me her house keys with a wink. “Mom’s alone at home. Aarav’s gone on a tour. You go, I’ll come in a bit,” she says, biting her lip. I catch the keys, my mind already racing.

We both headed towards the parking basement to part ways. Kiara held my hand and said, “Let’s do a warm-up,” slipping her hands inside my track pants. She was a pro and knows the exact points that turn me on!

Kiara started giving me a handjob, and I started breathing heavily, and my crotch was fully charged up. When I was about to cum, she stopped, winked and said, “Go home and be my Mom’s Daddy!” She walks away, leaving me hard and frustrated.

I drive to Kiara’s place, the keys jangling in my hand, my mind buzzing with anticipation. The house is quiet when I step in—Aarav, Meher’s son, is on his office tour, and Kiara’s still out. I head straight to Meher’s bedroom. The door’s slightly ajar, and there she is, sprawled on the bed, fast asleep.

She’s wearing a sleeveless, deep-neck yellow nightie that clings to her body. Her curves are unreal—those big melons straining against the fabric, rising and falling with each breath. She was breathing heavily. Seems that she might have fingered her holes a few moments ago.

I stand there for a second, just taking it in, my mouth watering, then lean down and kiss her forehead gently. She stirs in her half-sleep, murmuring something soft. “Come, hug me,” she mumbles, her voice husky. I don’t hesitate—I slide onto the bed, wrapping my arms around her, pulling her tight against me.

Her warmth, her scent, it’s intoxicating. I press my lips to hers, a deep, hungry smooch, and she responds, still half-dreaming, her hands sliding up my back. Our lips lock in a smooch so intense it sends my pulse racing. We roll across the bed, the mattress creaking beneath us, the sheets twisting into a tangled mess.

Her breathing is heavy, a warm rush against my cheek, and mine matches hers—ragged, desperate, filling the quiet room. My tool is rock-hard, tenting my shorts painfully. I bury my face in her neck, sucking gently at first, then harder, leaving faint marks along her collarbone.

She lets out a soft gasp, her fingers digging into my shoulders. Her big melons press against my chest, brushing me with every breath. The heat of her skin seeps through my shirt, her heartbeat pounding against mine. I can feel her erect nipples.

“Was just thinking about you,” she murmurs in my ear, her voice low and trembling with desire. It hits me like a spark, and I nip at her earlobe, whispering back, “I’ve only just started. Wait and see.” She chuckles, a sultry little sound.

She runs her hands down my back, her nails grazing me lightly, teasing. Then, with a slow, deliberate move, she gathers her thick, sleep-mussed hair and ties it into a loose bun. The motion lifts her chest, giving me a clear view of her smooth neck and the deep plunge of her nightie.

It’s like she’s inviting me in. I dive back, kissing along her throat, tasting the faint jasmine of her perfume mixed with her warmth. My lips trail lower, then to the side, finding the soft hollow of her armpit. I have a fetish for clean armpits, and she maintains them well.

I can’t resist—I start sucking gently, the taste earthy and intoxicating, feeding into my fetish for it. She squirms, half-laughing, half-moaning, and whispers, “What’s this new fetish of yours?” I grin against her skin, murmuring back, “I had to taste you.”

The sensation’s erotic, driving me wild as I linger there. Her scent mixed with the heat of the moment. It was like I was licking butter from a loaf of bread. She hugs me tighter, her arms locking around me. I slide my hands to her boobs, cupping them through the nightie.

The fabric’s so thin I can feel every curve, and I pump gently, then harder, earning a soft moan. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” I tease, my voice rough, and she smirks, her half-lidded eyes locked on mine. “Yes, but what are you going to do about it?” she fires back, playful yet challenging.

That’s all I need—I grab her ass, squeezing the firm flesh through the nightie and spanking them, pulling her hips against mine. The friction’s electric, my tented shorts grinding into her. She hooks a leg over me, locking us together. Those thick thighs were heavy and tight.

I pull the nightie up and over her head, untangling it from her bun with a shared laugh, then toss it aside. She’s left in just her panties, and I strip off my shirt and shorts in a hurry, kicking them to the floor. She climbs into my lap, straddling me, her warm skin pressed against mine.

I latch onto her boobs, sucking hungrily, my tongue swirling over her as she gasps. My hands roam to her ass, spanking it lightly at first, then harder, the sound sharp in the quiet room. “Ouch, Hit it harder,” she breathes, her voice dripping with need. I oblige, each smack making her squirm against me.

After a while, Meher grabs my face with both hands, pulling me up from her chest. “Now it’s my turn,” she whispers, her lips crashing into mine in a fierce liplock. Her tongue dives in, sucking mine with a hungry edge while her hand slips down, wrapping around me.

She starts stroking, slow and deliberate, her fingers working me as our kiss deepens. I groan into her mouth, the dual sensation pushing me to the edge. “I’ll drive you crazy like this,” she murmurs against my lips, her grip tightening just enough to make me shudder.

I’m fully charged now, and the heat is overwhelming. I push Meher back onto the bed, her body sinking into the mattress. She giggles as I lean over her, spitting onto her navel. The wet warmth glistens on her skin, and I dive in, sucking at it, my tongue circling the soft dip.

She trembles beneath me, her body shifting from side to side, a soft “Oh” escaping her lips as the sensation takes over. “What are you doing, you madman?” she gasps, half-laughing, her hands gripping the sheets. I slide lower, hooking my fingers into her panties.

First, teasing the clitoris with my fingers and then peeling them off slowly, revealing her. The heavenly smell of her pussy hits me, raw and intoxicating. I pause, breathing it in, my pulse hammering. “It’s like heaven,” I mutter, my voice rough with want.

I take myself in hand, rubbing my dick over her, brushing it against her wetness. Our eyes lock—her wide and pleading, my steady and teasing. She shivers beneath me, her breath hitching. “Put it in, please,” she whispers, her voice trembling with need, but I shake my head, smirking.

“Wait a little longer. It’ll be more fun,” I reply, savouring the slow torture as I keep brushing against her, feeling her quiver.

Then, I grip myself tighter, positioning at her entrance—her “pussy gate,” as I imagine it—and start rubbing my dick upon it. Meher was going wild and started abusing me. I was enjoying the abuses from a hot milf in a naked position.

Then I pointed my dick at her pussy and stroked upwards, teasing her just a little more. She gasps, her hips lifting to meet me, and I can’t hold back the grin. “Let’s start the dance now,” I say, my voice low and rough. We shift into missionary.

Her legs wrap around my waist as I slide in, slow and deep. The sensation is electric—her warmth enveloping me, tight and perfect. We start moving together, her hips rocking up to meet my thrusts, and the room fills with our moans. “Oh, just like this,” she gasps, her voice breaking.

I drive deeper. Each thrust drew a louder, more desperate sound from her. I groan back, “You feel so good, and it is hot as hell inside,” my breath ragged, the pleasure overwhelming as I feel her clench around me. As I fuck her harder, her moans turn raw, laced with a painful edge of ecstasy.

“My useless husband never did it like this,” she curses through gritted teeth and moans of pleasure. Her voice trembling as she grips my shoulders, railing against her unnamed husband. “You… you take my breath away,” she adds her tone a mix of agony and praise, her eyes locked on mine, wild with need.

I smirk, thrusting deeper, grunting with every push. “Just for you,” I rasp, and she lets out a broken, “Yes, oh, you’re my real man,” her words dissolve into a moan as the heat between us spikes. We’re lost in it, savouring every second. Her nails rake my back. My hands grip her hips.

The bed creaks under our rhythm. Her moans grow louder, a sweet, wild melody, and I match her, the pleasure unbearable and exquisite. We’re enjoying it to the fullest, completely in sync, her body trembling beneath mine as I pick up the pace. The friction, the connection—it’s pure bliss.

I can feel the edge creeping closer. Too soon, I hit my climax, a deep, shuddering release that rips through me. I groan loudly, collapsing beside her, exhausted and breathless, my chest heaving. She turns to me, her face glowing with satisfaction, and kisses my cheek softly.

“You give my world more meaning,” she whispers, her voice warm and content, her hand resting on my chest. I smile, pulling her close, and we drift into a lazy afternoon nap, arms wrapped around each other, the sheets tangled around our bare skin.

The sharp ring breaks the peace of the calling bell. I stir, blinking awake, and Meher murmurs sleepily, “Who’s there?” We disentangle ourselves, and I stumble to the door, still half-dazed, pulling on my shorts. I opened it and found Kiara standing there.

Her red bikini was swapped for a tight tank top and shorts, her hair still damp from the pool. Her eyes glint with that familiar mischief. But there’s something more—a hungry, knowing spark.

She looks me up and down, lingering on my barely concealed bulge. “Looks like I got here a little late,” she purrs, stepping closer, her voice dripping with intent. Her gaze flicks past me toward the bedroom, where Meher’s silhouette shifts under the sheets.

Her bare curves were faintly visible. Kiara’s wicked smile widens, and she leans in, her breath hot against my ear. “But the real game is still left,” she whispers, her fingers trailing down my chest. Her nails grazed my skin as she brushed past me, her scent igniting the air with a promise of more.

Kiara went towards Meher and hugged her. She whispered something in Meher’s ear, which was hardly audible to me. Then they both started laughing.

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