Hi ... This is Chithra.. Here is another fantasy I'd like to share with your all ....
Some old cine song was playing in a low volume on the radio while I was busy cleaning the house. It was raining heavily on a dusky summer evening. It became quite dark at half past 5 in the evening. The little murky light showing up in the sky from what's left of the day added to the romantic effect of the whole settings. Together, the sound of the rain and the beautiful old song playing in the radio rushed the memories of my husband. I stopped cleaning the hall for a moment, walked over to the window and absently gazed at the old woman and two kids walking on the street under an umbrella that was counting minutes of it's existance. It reminded me of my own countdown which showed less than 48 hours for the return of my husband. Yes, My husband had been on a business trip for a week and 5days have passed by. I miss him the most now, the last 2 days. I was picking up the fallen broom from the floor and was walking back to the place where i left to continue cleaning when i was rudely interrupted by the ringing of the door bell.
I walked quickly to the door half-hoping that it was my husband that returned early. When I opened the door, there was a figure I could hardly make out standing at the door totally drenched. Over the sound of the rain , the young man shouted to make himself heard... "Are you interested in our product madam??" and held a plastic box with a picture of a woman in bra and panties. I couldn't resist myself laughing. I felt sorry for him and motioned him to come in. When he came in I closed the door. He smiled at me. I asked him what he was doing, trying to sell stuff in the mad rain? . He said that he lived 3 train stations away from here, and was done for the day. He was walking towards the station to catch his train and on the way, wanted to try his luck in our place. I told him to stay inside for a bit as it was raining heavily.
He was dripping wet and his hair was clinging to his head. He said "Thank you madam" and was standing in the corner of the verandah. I caught him staring at my thighs, then suddenly realised that i was in my cleaning costume!!.. my saree bunched up and tucked at my waist. He looked away quickly. He seemed to be nice enough and polite. I adjusted my saree quickly, told him to wait, went inside and brought a towel for him to dry himself. I told him to come inside and stand under the fan. He did so, thanking me profusedly. He was drying his hair for a few minutes while i went to the kitchen. I came back with a cup of tea for him. I feelt sorry to see him shiver. He thanked once again and gulped the first couple of sips to get the warmth inside him. He felt betterand seemd to be almost normal.I told him to
sit on the wooden chair as his clothes were still wet. He sat at the edge of the chair. I looked at him now, for the first time in detail.He was quite nicely built and would have been in his early twenties. He looked at me in anticipation. Then, i suddenly remembered the purpose of his knocking on our door. Oh, about that stuff.. i am not interested .. (while i was saying .. a sudden thought stuck me.. may be he has some special variety that looks sexy and i could surprise my husband when he is back.. ) , So i said ,"ok i will look at these .. but you will have to wait since i am in the middle of cleaning the house.." , "Is that OK?". He nodded as he had nothing better to do.
I got up and to go to the bathroom to pick up the mopper and saw him taking a peek through my saree and got a contended view of my fleshy deep navel. I am a 34 year old and I have a pretty good structure to make atleast a good proportion of heads spin while I walk in the street. am 36C 30 and 38 and 5 ft 7" tall. When i am at home I normally wear saree during the day and if I don't have plans to go out, I don't bother wearing panties. I almost always tie the saree below my hip. The intense thought of my husband and untimely arrival of this sales person started driving my hormones crazy. I decided to tease him a little. I tucked my saree to my waist, a bit more than usual , just above my knees and lowered my saree a bit more too below hip and secured the pallu in position and came in to the hall with the mopper to clean. I could see his instant reaction. His eyes almost popped out. "Wait until I finish cleaning this hall OK?" With that, i started mopping , without waiting for his reply. I could notice that he wasn't wasting any chance and was eyeing at my exposed legs as discretely as possible while he pretended to turn pages of the newspaper. I was quite aware of his peeking glances all over me. This was turning me on too, quite a bit. I was done with mopping the hall and took the mopper back to the bathroom. "you are almot dry now ", was my passing comment while i was leaving the hall. The disappointment in his face was apparent a he was thinking that my little show had come to an end, but I had other plans for him and decide to tease him some more.
I came back to the hall with a dirty cloth and a stool. I told him that I needed to clean the fan as it is quite dirty too and switched off the fan, Placed the stool underneath the ceiling fan. I climbed over the stool and told him to fetch the dirty cloth as i forgot to pick up before mounting on the stool. He eagerly fetched the cloth and stood by my side grinning like he is waiing for the next command. I told him what he liked to hear.. "Please hold the stool , will you? ". He nodded , "yes madam , the floor is wet. I shall hold it". He bent down a bit and held the edge of the stool. I lifted my hands to clean the fan while he was holding the stool. I had left the pallu free flowing over my shoulder on purpose, so within seconds my pallu gave way and moved a bit in the mid rib section exposing my bare tummy completely. I continued cleaning and looked down to see him get a great view of my navel . His face was actually only inches away and i could feel the hot air from his breath brush the base of my belly. I reacted to it , tucked my belly inwards a bit.
When I started cleaning the first wing of the fan i had to stretch my hand wide , away from me and part my legs wider too , to reach till the tip.I noticed him dropping his pen (purposefully i guess) and left the hold of the stool briefly, and then bent down to pick up the pen.I was sudddenly very conscious of my nudity underneath the saree i saw him lift his head up from his position below, getting an unhindered view of my shaven, now glistening pussy. He seemed mesmerized for few seconds which seemed to be a lifetime for me.I shifted uncomfortably and closed my thighs together. He recoverd,held the stool with his hands, and got up all the while , eyes rivetted inside my saree until he was UP beyond tht point and once again, stood at my waist level. My left breast was completely off the pallu now and the sweaty blouse could hardly contain the pointed fully erect nipple. He was treated with a wonderful view of my bra-free breast juggling while i was cleaning the wing number two of the fan.
Being the astute guy he was, armed with the knowledge that I am devoid of any undergarments and my body had already given its approval via the erect nipples and glistening thatch below, he made the next move. He shook the stool gently and quicky said .."Madam, the base of the stool is not good. I shall hold you along with the stool to be safe.." , with that his left hand was on my foot. The room was so much charged with sex at that moment, the silence from me, was taken to be a roaring approval. He was looking up at the fan. I was trying to concentrate..and mutted an aimless "Thanks" to him, tried to clean further .. the last wing of the fan. Within a few seconds , I felt his hand creep up a bit unmistakably. This sent shivers in me. I felt his hand creep up on my bare leg and rest on the knee for a while..Warning bells were ringing in my head all over. My one side of the brain was screaming to intimate that I am at the 'point of no return' at that very moment. While the other half of the brain was already lulled and taken over by needs and desire. In this brief conflict, the needs overtook the reason and I continued to clean the wing while i was enjoying the feeling of his hand on my thigh.
His hand was soft but firm and was creeping up inch by inch. It now reached the base of my petticoat resting squarely at my creamy white thigh. His index finger started drawing some weird circles on my thigh with some pressure, while his face was innocently looking at the fan. That was a very very different sensation and i had never felt that with my husband ever before. I gasped and stopped that cleaning and looked down into his eyes.I could see a glint of fire in his eyes. He continued to perform the circular motion and let his hand travel further upwards.. While still looking at my face. His lips were parted only slightly. He released his other hand from the stool, and rested it lightly on my bare hip. Our eyes were still locked as his hand went for my navel while his other hand at the mid thigh region drew circles advancing closer to my pussy. His hand reached my deep navel and he placed his index finger inside, and simultaneously he placed the palm of his 'killer' hand right on my pussy. I closed my eyes and sighed out aloud. He wasted no time in caressing my pussy lips and applied pressure with his middle finger in an attempt to insert. I parted my thighs wider involutarily enjoying the tickling sensation as a result of his fingers playing on,in and around and all over my navel. He inserted his finger inside my now totally moist pussy and it went in completely.He rocked it in and out slowly while applying pressure on my clit using his thumb. I jerked a bit. He took his finger out and bunched the saree and petticoat and pushed it over my hip and calmly admired my pussy in the light for a few seconds . I was ashamed but overwhelmed with excitement.
He drew his face eagerly, closer to my mound and planted a deep kiss on it. I felt his hot breath on my pussy. He grabbed my breast while his tongue went for my pussy. He pressed my breast with such a force as if he was kneading the dough for roti. The brut force felt good too and strangely made me feel wilder.He pinched my erect nipple over the blouse. I held his hair tight, partly because I was still standing over the stool and needed balance and partly because I was seriously enjoying it. His tongue first explored the outer walls and then dived deeper. He had a rough and long tongue . I felt as if his tongue took over the "Drawing circles" thing from his hand. He went round and round with his tongue inside me. My knees felt weak and i was shaking out of control. He let go of the hand that was holding my saree and took it behind me to caress my buttocks. It was just too much for me to take it all.. one hand caressing and drawing lines along my butt crevice up and down ..kneading the butt cheeks roughly and caressing along the hole softly from time to time .. while at the same time his unbeleivably long tongue was doing stuff that was beyond words to express while his other hand ,. not to mention was treating mx left breast good by pinching my nipple and massaging my breast over the bra less blouse.
Oooooo h.. It was all a bit tooooo much for me .. and i let out a loud scream.... I could sense a very very strong orgasm building up inside me. I was all in flames.. The stool was shaking for real now. I was shouting sounds that I had made never before.. OOOOOH and aaaaah... with my eyes shut and all other senses wide open .. I was having the moments of my life. The climax was building up by the second in me and sensing this from the more urgent gasps and sounds I make he continued the pattern and incresed the pace. I could hear the noise his tongue made while he licked me..It went like "cluck ... cluck.. schluk..cluck " He was rubbing over my clit with his nose while his tongue was deep inside. That broke the dam........ ooooooooooo ....I gripped his hair very tight and released myself as I jolted. I felt that my juices were flowing out endless, and after what seemed like a lifetime i went limp and stood still panting for breath.
He lowered me down from the stool and walked me to the sofa. He made me lie down. Before I could come to senses , he started undressing me. He loosened, unwrapped and removed my saree off me. then, deftly untied the pettticoat and removed it off me as i lifted me waist a bit. He took it off my legs and now placed his hands on the blouse hooks. Thy were all unhooked 1,2,3,4 ... and off... in a few seconds i was down to my birthday suit. He was feasting his eyes. He caressed me all over. His fangers travelled along the contour of my body stopping for a good amount of time at all the crucial spots.
He, then stood up, unzipped and lowered his pant. I was wondering how come i failed to notice such a huge hard on hidden behind those pants all the while. He Wasted no time and pulled down his boxers in one flash and his huger shaft was rock hard. He took off his shirt in a whiff and slowly came close to me. He then sat by the side of me in the sofa and parted my legs. He inserted his thick long member in me slowly inch by inch. I was beginning to doubt midway through, if I could take it in fully. In one final forceful motion he inserted it inside completely. I felt like It made all the way up to the base of my womb. He held my wide hip with his hands for the grip and started rocking back and forth slowly. His hands crawled over to play with my erect nipples and pinch them gently. I was beginning to get turned on again and i started gyrating my hip in tandem . After a few minutes of moving his cock in and out.. he increased the tempo. He staretd doing it faster now.. and faster. HE bent forward to cup my now juggling tits.They were juggling due to his fast and strong movemnts . He held them softly and sucked my left nipple. I felt that i was amalgamated to him and moved my hip along with his to a high degree of accuracy. He sucked my pencil shaped light brown nipples left to right and right to left . back and forth pinching and sucking.. He bit on one of them gently with his teeth making me go bersek with pleasure. I brough myhands and ran along his hairy chest and caressed his nipples.They were nice to feel too.. He was now emitting a low aaah aaah aaah... aaah in a constant rythm. and me an eeerh.... aaaaarh.... eeeeekh in a shriller pitch. I caressed his back and felt his tight butts. pinched , slapped and kneaded the tight muscles in the area. This made me g crazy as it was one of my favorite things. I could feel him go stiff right at the same time i was running my hand along his butt crevice and he was biting with some force on one of my nipples at the same time. He was sucking at it real hard and I was beginning to build up at the same time. His body stiffened totally and after a few strokes he let out a loud aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh aaah aaaaaaaaaah... and i could feel him cumming all the way inside me. within a few more seconds I came once again too.. This one was better than the previous. I lay there by his side on the sofa in a pool of sweat completely drained out. After a few minutes he kissed me passionately on my lips.. It was a long one with his tongue finding mine (i could smell my own juices..) and my tongue explored his lips which were surprisingly tender .. I tasted it a bit longer.I was feeling releived to think that i was taking birth control pills that month.
I released myself away from him and found his eyes still oggling at my naked body.. Stood up and ran to the bathoom to wash myself real quick.When i came back , wrapped in a towel.. He was fully dressed by then and was standing in the hall with his sales box in his hand facing me. "May be you need buy some of our products madam " .. and came close to me . and lifted my towel and mockingly looked underneath and said "say... our panties.. you seemed to be not wearing one!" My face became beet red and I brushed his hand away quickly. I said " I guess it has stopped raining .. now?".. He smiled ... nodded and said " Thank your for everything madam ... see you next time".. and went for the door. Opened it .turned around . smiled and waved good bye and left. The enormity and implications of his "see you next time" stuck me just then and i stood there at the middle of the hall frozen.. thinking....... "What have i just done!"
Some old cine song was playing in a low volume on the radio while I was busy cleaning the house. It was raining heavily on a dusky summer evening. It became quite dark at half past 5 in the evening. The little murky light showing up in the sky from what's left of the day added to the romantic effect of the whole settings. Together, the sound of the rain and the beautiful old song playing in the radio rushed the memories of my husband. I stopped cleaning the hall for a moment, walked over to the window and absently gazed at the old woman and two kids walking on the street under an umbrella that was counting minutes of it's existance. It reminded me of my own countdown which showed less than 48 hours for the return of my husband. Yes, My husband had been on a business trip for a week and 5days have passed by. I miss him the most now, the last 2 days. I was picking up the fallen broom from the floor and was walking back to the place where i left to continue cleaning when i was rudely interrupted by the ringing of the door bell.
I walked quickly to the door half-hoping that it was my husband that returned early. When I opened the door, there was a figure I could hardly make out standing at the door totally drenched. Over the sound of the rain , the young man shouted to make himself heard... "Are you interested in our product madam??" and held a plastic box with a picture of a woman in bra and panties. I couldn't resist myself laughing. I felt sorry for him and motioned him to come in. When he came in I closed the door. He smiled at me. I asked him what he was doing, trying to sell stuff in the mad rain? . He said that he lived 3 train stations away from here, and was done for the day. He was walking towards the station to catch his train and on the way, wanted to try his luck in our place. I told him to stay inside for a bit as it was raining heavily.
He was dripping wet and his hair was clinging to his head. He said "Thank you madam" and was standing in the corner of the verandah. I caught him staring at my thighs, then suddenly realised that i was in my cleaning costume!!.. my saree bunched up and tucked at my waist. He looked away quickly. He seemed to be nice enough and polite. I adjusted my saree quickly, told him to wait, went inside and brought a towel for him to dry himself. I told him to come inside and stand under the fan. He did so, thanking me profusedly. He was drying his hair for a few minutes while i went to the kitchen. I came back with a cup of tea for him. I feelt sorry to see him shiver. He thanked once again and gulped the first couple of sips to get the warmth inside him. He felt betterand seemd to be almost normal.I told him to
sit on the wooden chair as his clothes were still wet. He sat at the edge of the chair. I looked at him now, for the first time in detail.He was quite nicely built and would have been in his early twenties. He looked at me in anticipation. Then, i suddenly remembered the purpose of his knocking on our door. Oh, about that stuff.. i am not interested .. (while i was saying .. a sudden thought stuck me.. may be he has some special variety that looks sexy and i could surprise my husband when he is back.. ) , So i said ,"ok i will look at these .. but you will have to wait since i am in the middle of cleaning the house.." , "Is that OK?". He nodded as he had nothing better to do.
I got up and to go to the bathroom to pick up the mopper and saw him taking a peek through my saree and got a contended view of my fleshy deep navel. I am a 34 year old and I have a pretty good structure to make atleast a good proportion of heads spin while I walk in the street. am 36C 30 and 38 and 5 ft 7" tall. When i am at home I normally wear saree during the day and if I don't have plans to go out, I don't bother wearing panties. I almost always tie the saree below my hip. The intense thought of my husband and untimely arrival of this sales person started driving my hormones crazy. I decided to tease him a little. I tucked my saree to my waist, a bit more than usual , just above my knees and lowered my saree a bit more too below hip and secured the pallu in position and came in to the hall with the mopper to clean. I could see his instant reaction. His eyes almost popped out. "Wait until I finish cleaning this hall OK?" With that, i started mopping , without waiting for his reply. I could notice that he wasn't wasting any chance and was eyeing at my exposed legs as discretely as possible while he pretended to turn pages of the newspaper. I was quite aware of his peeking glances all over me. This was turning me on too, quite a bit. I was done with mopping the hall and took the mopper back to the bathroom. "you are almot dry now ", was my passing comment while i was leaving the hall. The disappointment in his face was apparent a he was thinking that my little show had come to an end, but I had other plans for him and decide to tease him some more.
I came back to the hall with a dirty cloth and a stool. I told him that I needed to clean the fan as it is quite dirty too and switched off the fan, Placed the stool underneath the ceiling fan. I climbed over the stool and told him to fetch the dirty cloth as i forgot to pick up before mounting on the stool. He eagerly fetched the cloth and stood by my side grinning like he is waiing for the next command. I told him what he liked to hear.. "Please hold the stool , will you? ". He nodded , "yes madam , the floor is wet. I shall hold it". He bent down a bit and held the edge of the stool. I lifted my hands to clean the fan while he was holding the stool. I had left the pallu free flowing over my shoulder on purpose, so within seconds my pallu gave way and moved a bit in the mid rib section exposing my bare tummy completely. I continued cleaning and looked down to see him get a great view of my navel . His face was actually only inches away and i could feel the hot air from his breath brush the base of my belly. I reacted to it , tucked my belly inwards a bit.
When I started cleaning the first wing of the fan i had to stretch my hand wide , away from me and part my legs wider too , to reach till the tip.I noticed him dropping his pen (purposefully i guess) and left the hold of the stool briefly, and then bent down to pick up the pen.I was sudddenly very conscious of my nudity underneath the saree i saw him lift his head up from his position below, getting an unhindered view of my shaven, now glistening pussy. He seemed mesmerized for few seconds which seemed to be a lifetime for me.I shifted uncomfortably and closed my thighs together. He recoverd,held the stool with his hands, and got up all the while , eyes rivetted inside my saree until he was UP beyond tht point and once again, stood at my waist level. My left breast was completely off the pallu now and the sweaty blouse could hardly contain the pointed fully erect nipple. He was treated with a wonderful view of my bra-free breast juggling while i was cleaning the wing number two of the fan.
Being the astute guy he was, armed with the knowledge that I am devoid of any undergarments and my body had already given its approval via the erect nipples and glistening thatch below, he made the next move. He shook the stool gently and quicky said .."Madam, the base of the stool is not good. I shall hold you along with the stool to be safe.." , with that his left hand was on my foot. The room was so much charged with sex at that moment, the silence from me, was taken to be a roaring approval. He was looking up at the fan. I was trying to concentrate..and mutted an aimless "Thanks" to him, tried to clean further .. the last wing of the fan. Within a few seconds , I felt his hand creep up a bit unmistakably. This sent shivers in me. I felt his hand creep up on my bare leg and rest on the knee for a while..Warning bells were ringing in my head all over. My one side of the brain was screaming to intimate that I am at the 'point of no return' at that very moment. While the other half of the brain was already lulled and taken over by needs and desire. In this brief conflict, the needs overtook the reason and I continued to clean the wing while i was enjoying the feeling of his hand on my thigh.
His hand was soft but firm and was creeping up inch by inch. It now reached the base of my petticoat resting squarely at my creamy white thigh. His index finger started drawing some weird circles on my thigh with some pressure, while his face was innocently looking at the fan. That was a very very different sensation and i had never felt that with my husband ever before. I gasped and stopped that cleaning and looked down into his eyes.I could see a glint of fire in his eyes. He continued to perform the circular motion and let his hand travel further upwards.. While still looking at my face. His lips were parted only slightly. He released his other hand from the stool, and rested it lightly on my bare hip. Our eyes were still locked as his hand went for my navel while his other hand at the mid thigh region drew circles advancing closer to my pussy. His hand reached my deep navel and he placed his index finger inside, and simultaneously he placed the palm of his 'killer' hand right on my pussy. I closed my eyes and sighed out aloud. He wasted no time in caressing my pussy lips and applied pressure with his middle finger in an attempt to insert. I parted my thighs wider involutarily enjoying the tickling sensation as a result of his fingers playing on,in and around and all over my navel. He inserted his finger inside my now totally moist pussy and it went in completely.He rocked it in and out slowly while applying pressure on my clit using his thumb. I jerked a bit. He took his finger out and bunched the saree and petticoat and pushed it over my hip and calmly admired my pussy in the light for a few seconds . I was ashamed but overwhelmed with excitement.
He drew his face eagerly, closer to my mound and planted a deep kiss on it. I felt his hot breath on my pussy. He grabbed my breast while his tongue went for my pussy. He pressed my breast with such a force as if he was kneading the dough for roti. The brut force felt good too and strangely made me feel wilder.He pinched my erect nipple over the blouse. I held his hair tight, partly because I was still standing over the stool and needed balance and partly because I was seriously enjoying it. His tongue first explored the outer walls and then dived deeper. He had a rough and long tongue . I felt as if his tongue took over the "Drawing circles" thing from his hand. He went round and round with his tongue inside me. My knees felt weak and i was shaking out of control. He let go of the hand that was holding my saree and took it behind me to caress my buttocks. It was just too much for me to take it all.. one hand caressing and drawing lines along my butt crevice up and down ..kneading the butt cheeks roughly and caressing along the hole softly from time to time .. while at the same time his unbeleivably long tongue was doing stuff that was beyond words to express while his other hand ,. not to mention was treating mx left breast good by pinching my nipple and massaging my breast over the bra less blouse.
Oooooo h.. It was all a bit tooooo much for me .. and i let out a loud scream.... I could sense a very very strong orgasm building up inside me. I was all in flames.. The stool was shaking for real now. I was shouting sounds that I had made never before.. OOOOOH and aaaaah... with my eyes shut and all other senses wide open .. I was having the moments of my life. The climax was building up by the second in me and sensing this from the more urgent gasps and sounds I make he continued the pattern and incresed the pace. I could hear the noise his tongue made while he licked me..It went like "cluck ... cluck.. schluk..cluck " He was rubbing over my clit with his nose while his tongue was deep inside. That broke the dam........ ooooooooooo ....I gripped his hair very tight and released myself as I jolted. I felt that my juices were flowing out endless, and after what seemed like a lifetime i went limp and stood still panting for breath.
He lowered me down from the stool and walked me to the sofa. He made me lie down. Before I could come to senses , he started undressing me. He loosened, unwrapped and removed my saree off me. then, deftly untied the pettticoat and removed it off me as i lifted me waist a bit. He took it off my legs and now placed his hands on the blouse hooks. Thy were all unhooked 1,2,3,4 ... and off... in a few seconds i was down to my birthday suit. He was feasting his eyes. He caressed me all over. His fangers travelled along the contour of my body stopping for a good amount of time at all the crucial spots.
He, then stood up, unzipped and lowered his pant. I was wondering how come i failed to notice such a huge hard on hidden behind those pants all the while. He Wasted no time and pulled down his boxers in one flash and his huger shaft was rock hard. He took off his shirt in a whiff and slowly came close to me. He then sat by the side of me in the sofa and parted my legs. He inserted his thick long member in me slowly inch by inch. I was beginning to doubt midway through, if I could take it in fully. In one final forceful motion he inserted it inside completely. I felt like It made all the way up to the base of my womb. He held my wide hip with his hands for the grip and started rocking back and forth slowly. His hands crawled over to play with my erect nipples and pinch them gently. I was beginning to get turned on again and i started gyrating my hip in tandem . After a few minutes of moving his cock in and out.. he increased the tempo. He staretd doing it faster now.. and faster. HE bent forward to cup my now juggling tits.They were juggling due to his fast and strong movemnts . He held them softly and sucked my left nipple. I felt that i was amalgamated to him and moved my hip along with his to a high degree of accuracy. He sucked my pencil shaped light brown nipples left to right and right to left . back and forth pinching and sucking.. He bit on one of them gently with his teeth making me go bersek with pleasure. I brough myhands and ran along his hairy chest and caressed his nipples.They were nice to feel too.. He was now emitting a low aaah aaah aaah... aaah in a constant rythm. and me an eeerh.... aaaaarh.... eeeeekh in a shriller pitch. I caressed his back and felt his tight butts. pinched , slapped and kneaded the tight muscles in the area. This made me g crazy as it was one of my favorite things. I could feel him go stiff right at the same time i was running my hand along his butt crevice and he was biting with some force on one of my nipples at the same time. He was sucking at it real hard and I was beginning to build up at the same time. His body stiffened totally and after a few strokes he let out a loud aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh aaah aaaaaaaaaah... and i could feel him cumming all the way inside me. within a few more seconds I came once again too.. This one was better than the previous. I lay there by his side on the sofa in a pool of sweat completely drained out. After a few minutes he kissed me passionately on my lips.. It was a long one with his tongue finding mine (i could smell my own juices..) and my tongue explored his lips which were surprisingly tender .. I tasted it a bit longer.I was feeling releived to think that i was taking birth control pills that month.
I released myself away from him and found his eyes still oggling at my naked body.. Stood up and ran to the bathoom to wash myself real quick.When i came back , wrapped in a towel.. He was fully dressed by then and was standing in the hall with his sales box in his hand facing me. "May be you need buy some of our products madam " .. and came close to me . and lifted my towel and mockingly looked underneath and said "say... our panties.. you seemed to be not wearing one!" My face became beet red and I brushed his hand away quickly. I said " I guess it has stopped raining .. now?".. He smiled ... nodded and said " Thank your for everything madam ... see you next time".. and went for the door. Opened it .turned around . smiled and waved good bye and left. The enormity and implications of his "see you next time" stuck me just then and i stood there at the middle of the hall frozen.. thinking....... "What have i just done!"
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