Jeena my life

I am Rama Raju, running 38, and was happily married till I had this experience two weeks back. I was traveling by train to Bangalore on work, and in the iind 2-tier A/c coach, in the same cluster was a lady traveling on her own. We got talking in general, and when she asked me what I was doing, I told her all my details, and also that I had taken part in the Kargil War having joined the army on Short Service Commission. She was impressed and asked me details, which I narrated and the odds that we had operated against to achieve our objective. At this she was crying, much to my amusement! I asked her what she was doing in Bangalore and she said she was with a software company, and was living in a one bedroom apartment in Malleshwaram, and gave me her address and mobile number, taking my contact. She said she would be happy to see me again. Bangalore was for me a hectic 3 days. On the third day around noon, I got a call on my mobile from Jeena, asking me whether we could meet that evening. I told her we could at a local pub, but she insisted it would be her home. I agreed. Around 6, I shopped for some good red roses, a box of chocolates, a bottle of wine, and reached her place around 7. Jeena opened the door, dressed in a lovely earth colored hipster sari and a matching sleeveless blouse, with eyes mascara and a pink shade lipstick, wearing a pair of large round earrings, and her hands filled with glass bangles. I could hear her bells on the anklet making those silvery sounds.

“Come in. I have been waiting for you” she aid, and as I gave her, her gifts, she was taken aback, saying this was the first time any one had given her a gift! Seating me on a settee, she went and brought to glasses and asked me to open the bottle and pour the wine for us both, which I did. As were drinking, I asked about her, and why she was so far away from her state of Orissa. She was silent for some time. Then she opened up and said that she was married briefly for a month. She thought marriage would bring her happiness. But she was mistaken. Not only was he impotent, but had started beating her for dowry, though her father had given her jewels worth Rs. 5 lakhs and a lakh in cash to set yup house. When she could not tolerate any further, one morning she threw her mngalsutra at him and walked out, and soon after got a divorce from him. Being a qualified software engineer, she found a job here and shifted base. “Must b tough for you” I said. “It is. Particularly after work when I yearn for male company” she said with a sad smile, placing her hand slowly on my lap.

I took her hand, and gently at first kissed it. She did not protest, and in fact gave me an encouraging look. “My warrior. I have been wanting you ever since we met in the train, and more so after learning that you fought the war for the country. I feel honored even to be touched by you.” So saying, she placed her head on my chest, and slowly opened my shirt buttons and started massaging my chest, gradually tweezing my nipples. I was more then surprised. “You don’t even know me, Jeena. And you are doing this to me?” I asked. “Don’t you like me and what I am doing Ram?” “I like you a lot, but I must confess that I am most pleasantly surprised at this unexpected pleasure” Saying, I slowly undid her blouse and found she had no bra on. Her two 34D tits just sprung into view, and I was aroused. My hand took hold of her right breast and started tweaking it gently. By then Jeena was hissing and panting, holding me tight in her hold.

I bent down and kissed her breasts and then took her left nipple in my mouth and sucked on it, groping all over her with my arms. She was now wild, and on her own, she slipped her sari down her waist, which fell to her feet. I knelt down before her, and I gently spread her thighs, exposing her lovely brown cunt that had absolutely no hair on it. “It is just beautiful” I aid, and I dug my face between her thighs, and spreading it as wide as possible, started licking it from the top to the bottom, slurping away all her lovely, delicious cunt juices. Till then, I used to think that it would stink. But now, I knew that it doesn’t, and while it has a saltish taste, it was not unpleasant. “Hey Ram. My Ram. My soldier. My warrior! What you are doing is so deliciously divine. Don’t stop till I tell you, dig your tongue deep into my cunt and tongue fuck me there. My master. I am your slave. Lick me and suck me there” saying this, she took my hands and placed it on her breast. I squeezed it as gentle as possible, as I had no wish to give her pin, but she using her won hands started squeezing mine, crying out all along, and “squeeze me. Take my nipple and twist it.” Even as I was doing this, she started coming on my tongue, which I hungrily lapped up, taking whatever she had poured in her cunt into my mouth. I now shifted focus to her clitoris, which by then had sprung up making it easy for me to suck, which I did. She went like a wild cat and bit my shoulder, scratching away deeply on my back.

Though it pained, I felt immense pleasure in what she was doing and I encircled her waist and continued what I was doing. Suddenly she saw I was still clothed. Feigning anger, she lifted me and with her hands she stripped of my clothes. When she saw my prick so big and stiff, she cried out, “Oh. Lovely. This is what I was needing. Let me suck you my master” I told her that it will come later, as I was more keen on entering her and discharging my cum inside her vagina and not in her mouth. I carried her in my arms to her bedroom and laying her on the cot; I put the light on, and knelt in front of her. “Gently my lover. I am yet a virgin” she said. So, I gently probed her with my finger, and as it went in, I found there was an obstruction, which I started scratching with my nail. She was bucking like a mare in heat. “Break it. Break it. What are you waiting for? Take my virginity and be my master I am now your eternally slave’ and I applied pressure some more when the hymen broke and my finger was covered with blood. She turned away shyly. I sucked on my finger and tasted that blood too. Such was the heat in me that evening.

“Can I come in now my lady?” I said. “Please do my master. Your slave is burning for you.” And she spread her thighs as I placed myself between them. I gently went in her, and not wanting to cause her pain, I slowly, very slowly, went in gradually, till I felt I was touching her womb.” My God. I am impaled. And I feel as if I am floating. My master. My lover. My He-man. How wonderful it feels with you inside me. Now fuck me master. Don’t be gentle at all. Show me what love is and split me wide open. I am your eternal slave.” That was enough for me. With slow but long thrusts I fucked her, hearing her mouth so much of love for me, getting her hot and moist kisses on my face and chest. After over five minutes, my load was ready to spill. “Jeena. I am ready to come. Shall I spill it out?” I asked. “Never my master. I ant every drop in me.” And she held me hard meeting thrust for thrust banging her cunt into me.

And then as I came, she too spurted all over y prick, drenching it completely. She would not allow mw to come out of her and she had embraced me so hard I found it a bit difficult to breathe. I lay on her savoring her scents, licking her, and kissing her, and when we parted, I lay on our sides facing each other, slowly kissing deeply in the mouth, while I played with her breast, the evening, moving into night and the night to day break. By then we had fucked five more times, twice of which she straddled me, while the other three, I took over. I promised to see her whenever I came to Bangalore, and as I was bidding farewell, she was crying. I took her in my arms and said that I would come back next week and stay with her. With her tear-filled eyes she promised she would wait for me eagerly, and would be mine and mine alone. I came back feeling like a conquering hero. But every trip I made to Bangalore, she was there for me, waiting at the airport and we spent a lot of time making wild abandoned love.