As Ruhi, 49, sexy and confident, with big breasts, a huge butt, soft milky skin, and long hair, entered the building holding the hand of her 18+ old son, the sound of her high heels echoed through the lobby. Her saree, a vibrant red and green, perfectly complemented her skin tone, and the way the fabric clung to her curves made her look like a goddess. The cool air of the lobby caressed her skin, causing her nipples to harden beneath the thin fabric of her blouse. Her son, oblivious to the sensuality of the moment, chattered excitedly about his upcoming exams, his eyes shining with a mix of nervousness and anticipation.
As Ruhi and her son walked towards the elevator, Raghu, 39, single, strong, and tall, with a dusky complexion, emerged from the opposite flat, his eyes locking onto Ruhi’s voluptuous figure. His gaze was drawn to her breasts, which seemed to be straining against the thin fabric of her blouse, the red and green saree accentuating their curves. His eyes lingered on the deep cleavage, his pupils dilating slightly as he took in the sight. A faint smile played on his lips, and his eyes seemed to gleam with a mixture of admiration and desire.
As Raghu’s eyes remained fixed on Ruhi’s sensual form, her son, still chattering excitedly about his exams, suddenly looked up at Raghu with a pout on his face. “Raghu uncle, mom is not allowing me to play Holi this year,” he said, his voice tinged with disappointment. Without hesitation, Raghu pulled the little man into his arms, his biceps flexing slightly as he pulled him closer. The young man’s arms automatically wrapped around Raghu’s waist, holding on tight.
As Raghu held the little man in his arms, he smiled warmly and said, “Don’t worry, little champ, I’ll talk to your mom, and we’ll make sure you have a blast playing Holi this year.” The young man’s face lit up with excitement, and he leaned into whisper something in Raghu’s ear. Raghu chuckled and replied, “I’ll make sure to bring some special colors just for you.” With a final pat on the back, Raghu gently set the young man free, his eyes meeting Ruhi’s for a brief moment. The air seemed to vibrate with an unspoken understanding, and Ruhi’s cheeks flushed slightly as she looked away.
As Raghu sat at his office desk, his mind began to wander back to the encounter with Ruhi in the lobby. He couldn’t shake off the image of her voluptuous figure, the way the red and green saree seemed to accentuate her curves. His eyes drifted shut, and he could almost feel the softness of her skin, the gentle curves of her lips. His thoughts were filled with the desire to squeeze those breasts, to bite those soft thin lips, and to touch the silky hair that cascaded down her back.
Raghu’s hands, which had been resting on the keyboard, began to twitch, his fingers drumming a slow rhythm on the keys. As the first light of dawn crept into Raghu’s room, he slowly opened his eyes, his mind still reeling from the vivid dreams he had of Ruhi. The image of her voluptuous figure, clad in the red and green saree, was etched in his mind like a burning flame. He could feel the heat emanating from his loins, his cock stirring to life as he thought of her. With a newfound sense of purpose, Raghu threw off the covers and swung his legs over the side of the bed, his feet dangling in the air.
The cool morning air caressed his skin, but Raghu barely noticed, his mind fixated on the task at hand. As the doorbell rang, Ruhi’s hands paused in mid-air, the water droplets on her face glistening in the morning light. She wiped the excess water from her face with the back of her hand, her eyes narrowing slightly as she wondered who could be visiting at this hour. She walked towards the door, the soft fabric of her saree rustling against her skin. The door creaked as she opened it, and a burst of sunlight illuminated the dark hallway.
Raghu stood in the doorway, a mischievous glint in his eye, a bucket slung over his arm. The bucket was filled to the brim with water balloons, their translucent bodies glistening in the sunlight. Raghu’s voice broke the silence, a playful lilt to his tone as he greeted Ruhi with a “Happy Holi, Ruhi bhabi!” He held up the bucket of water balloons, a mischievous glint in his eye. “I brought some water balloons for Rohan, not colored so no harm – he can have a bath after it.” He added, making an excuse for himself.
Ruhi’s eyes widened in surprise, her heart pounding in her chest as she took in the sight of Raghu standing in her doorway, a bucket of water balloons in hand. Ruhi’s eyes darted towards the bucket of water balloons, her mind racing with the implications of Raghu’s sudden arrival. She tried to take a step back, her hand instinctively reaching for the door handle, as if to shut it and escape the situation. But Raghu was too quick, his foot already inside the doorway, preventing her from closing it.
“Come on, Ruhi bhabi, don’t be like that,” Raghu said, his voice low and persuasive, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “It’s Holi, the festival of colors. We can’t let Rohan miss out on the fun.” As Raghu’s foot remained firmly planted in the doorway, Ruhi’s eyes darted towards her son, who was watching the scene with wide eyes, his face a picture of excitement. Raghu, sensing an opportunity, scooped up Rohan in his arms, the bucket of water balloons still clutched in his hand. “Come on, little champ, let’s go get ready for some Holi fun!” he exclaimed, his voice booming through the hallway.
Rohan squealed with delight, his hands wrapping around Raghu’s neck as he was led away towards the stairs. Ruhi watched, her eyes narrowing slightly as she felt a pang of unease. As Ruhi changed into a t-shirt and shorts, the soft fabric of the clothes caressed her skin, a gentle whisper of comfort against her flesh. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail, the dark strands glistening in the morning light as they cascaded down her back. The simplicity of her attire belied the sensuality that seemed to emanate from her very being, as if the curves of her body were accentuated by the casual clothes.
With a quiet confidence, Ruhi made her way to the terrace, the soft thud of her feet on the stairs echoing through the hallway. The warm sunlight spilled over her as she stepped onto the terrace, casting a golden glow over her skin. As Ruhi stepped onto the terrace, her eyes scanned the space, taking in the scene before her. Rohan was running behind Raghu, a water balloon clutched in his small fist, his face alight with excitement. Raghu, however, had stopped in his tracks, his eyes fixed on Ruhi with an intensity that made her skin prickle with awareness.
His gaze roamed over her, taking in the curves of her body, accentuated by the fitted t-shirt and shorts. Ruhi felt a flush rise to her cheeks as Raghu’s eyes lingered on her legs, his expression softening into a look of pure admiration. Just as Raghu’s gaze seemed to be burning a hole through Ruhi’s skin, a loud splash echoed through the air, followed by Rohan’s gleeful shout. The water balloon had slipped from the young man’s grasp, and its contents had splashed squarely onto Raghu’s head, sending rivulets of water streaming down his face.
Ruhi’s laughter burst forth like a dam breaking, a throaty, sensual sound that seemed to vibrate through every molecule of air on the terrace. Her eyes sparkled with mirth, and her lips curled upwards in a delicious, curvy smile. Ruhi’s laughter was abruptly cut short as a water balloon came hurtling towards her, thrown with unerring accuracy by her mischievous son. The balloon exploded on impact, its contents splashing squarely onto her chest, sending rivulets of water streaming down her torso. The icy cold water seeped into her shirt, making the fabric cling to her skin, accentuating the curves of her breasts.
As the water dripped from her breasts, her shirt became translucent, outlining the shape of her nipples beneath. The cool breeze carried the faint scent of wet fabric and skin, mingling with the sweet aroma of Holi colors wafting through the air. Raghu smiled mischievously as Rohan’s water balloon splashed onto Ruhi’s chest, making her shirt cling to her skin. “Looks like Rohan’s got some good aim!” Raghu exclaimed, chuckling as he grabbed another water balloon from the bucket.
Ruhi, still slightly dazed from the sudden turn of events, couldn’t help but laugh as she watched Raghu and Rohan team up against her. She grabbed a water balloon from the bucket, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she prepared to launch it at the two of them.
As Ruhi’s water balloon sailed through the air, Raghu and Rohan ducked just in time, avoiding the splashing liquid by a hair’s breadth. But their relief was short-lived, as Ruhi quickly grabbed another balloon and prepared to launch it at them. However, before she could throw it, Raghu swiftly closed the distance between them, his long strides eating up the space.
With a playful glint in his eye, Raghu reached out and wrapped his arms around Ruhi’s waist, trapping her in a tight grip. Ruhi’s eyes widened in surprise as she felt Raghu’s warm breath on the back of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.
Rohan, the young man, couldn’t contain his excitement as he watched Raghu and Ruhi locked in their playful struggle. He clapped his hands together and cheered for Raghu, his face beaming with joy as he saw his uncle outmaneuver his mom.
Ruhi, for her part, couldn’t help but laugh as she felt Raghu’s strong arms wrap around her waist, pulling her close. She felt a flutter in her chest as she looked up at him, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he held her close.
As Raghu’s arms wrapped around Ruhi’s waist, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement at the softness of her back and the bouncy curves of her butt, pressed tight against his body. He held her close, his chest against her back, and his hips aligned with hers, feeling the gentle give of her flesh as she squirmed playfully in his grasp.
Rohan, undeterred by the sudden intimacy between Raghu and Ruhi, continued his balloon attack, hurling water balloons at the pair with gleeful abandon. The cool liquid splashed against Raghu’s arms and Ruhi’s back, sending shivers down their spines as they laughed and struggled together.
As the water balloons continued to splash against them, Ruhi’s laughter suddenly stopped, and she commanded her son to cease the attack. “Rohan, beta, stop it now!” she exclaimed, her voice firm but gentle. The sudden change in her tone sent a ripple of surprise through the air, and both Raghu and Rohan froze, their eyes wide with wonder.
Raghu’s arms, still wrapped around Ruhi’s waist, hesitated for a moment before slowly releasing their grip. Ruhi’s body, now freed from his grasp, swayed slightly, as if adjusting to the sudden loss of contact.
As Rohan, fully wet and shivering with excitement, began to make his way towards the stairs, Ruhi called out to him, her voice gentle but firm. “Rohan, beta, go and change into some dry clothes. You’re shivering.” She smiled and nodded towards the stairs, her eyes sparkling with warmth.
Rohan, still clutching a water balloon, nodded enthusiastically and scampered off towards the stairs, his feet pattering against the floor. Ruhi watched him go, a fond smile on her face, before turning to follow him.
But as she took her first step, a hand closed around her wrist, holding her back.
Ruhi turned around to find Raghu standing close behind her, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Ruhi, wait,” he said, his voice low and husky. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small packet of colored powder. “Stay back with me for a little while longer, and let’s play with these colors.”
Ruhi hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. But the playful glint in Raghu’s eyes was infectious, and she couldn’t help but smile back. “Alright, let’s play,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
As Raghu’s fingers wrapped around Ruhi’s wrist, he felt a jolt of excitement course through his veins. It was the first time he had called her by her name, and she hadn’t flinched or corrected him. Instead, she had smiled, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. He took it as a sign, a sign that she was open to his advances. And now, with her son safely out of the way, he didn’t want to waste a single moment.
Ruhi’s skin felt warm to the touch, and Raghu’s fingers instinctively tightened around her wrist. He pulled her gently back towards him, his eyes locked on hers.
As Raghu’s fingers tightened around Ruhi’s wrist, he gently pulled her closer, his eyes locked on hers. The colored powder in his hand seemed to fade into the background as he focused on the softness of her skin. He raised his hand, and Ruhi’s eyes fluttered closed, anticipating the touch. The tip of his finger grazed her cheek, sending shivers down her spine.
Raghu’s touch was feather-light, yet it seemed to burn a path across her skin. He applied the color in gentle, sweeping motions, his fingers tracing the curves of her face. Ruhi’s eyes remained closed, her breath hitching as she felt his fingers drift lower, caressing the sensitive skin of her neck.
“Raghu,” she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. “What are you doing?”
“I’m just exploring,” he replied, his voice husky with desire.
Raghu’s hands, which had been gentle and tender just moments before, now began to move with a newfound aggression. His fingers dug into Ruhi’s skin, leaving red marks on her waist as he pulled her closer. His lips found hers, and he kissed her with a hunger that took her breath away.
Ruhi’s mind was reeling. She had never felt this way before, and she wasn’t sure if she should push him away or give in to the desire that was coursing through her veins. She hesitated for a moment, but then she felt his hands on her body, and she knew that she couldn’t resist.
As Raghu’s lips devoured hers, Ruhi felt her resistance crumble, her body surrendering to the primal urge that had been building up inside her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as she buried herself into his chest. The world around them melted away, leaving only the thrumming of their hearts and the desperate need to be closer.
Raghu’s hands roamed her body, tracing the curves of her waist and hips as he deepened the kiss. Ruhi’s mouth opened, inviting him in, and their tongues tangled in a sensual dance.
Ruhi’s fingers, which had been playing with the hair at the nape of Raghu’s neck, suddenly clenched, pulling his hair hard. The sudden pain sent a jolt of pleasure through Raghu’s body, and he groaned, deepening the kiss. His hands, which had been resting on Ruhi’s waist, now moved downwards, cupping her butt and squeezing it firmly.
Ruhi gasped at the sudden contact, but she didn’t push him away. Instead, she pulled him closer, her body responding to his touch with a mind of its own.
As their bodies interlocked, Raghu’s erection pressed against Ruhi’s abdomen, the tip of his dick pointing upwards, pinching the soft skin around her navel. Ruhi’s breasts, still heaving from the intensity of their kiss, crushed against his chest, the nipples hardening into tiny points as they grazed against the fabric of his shirt. The sensation sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt her body melt into his, her hips tilting upwards in a silent invitation.
Raghu’s hands, still cupping her buttocks, pulled her closer, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he ground his hips against hers.
Minutes passed, the world around them melting away as they lost themselves in the intensity of their kiss. But as the passion began to consume them, a sudden jolt of reality struck Ruhi, and she abruptly pushed Raghu away. Her hands, still trembling with desire, pressed against his chest, holding him at bay. The sound of her own ragged breathing filled her ears as she struggled to regain control.
Raghu’s eyes, still clouded with passion, slowly focused on Ruhi’s face, his expression a mixture of confusion and concern. “Ruhi, what’s wrong?” he whispered, his voice husky with unfulfilled desire.
Ruhi’s voice was barely above a whisper as she replied, “It’s for Rohan… he might search for us.” The words hung in the air, a fragile attempt to justify the sudden interruption of their passion. Raghu’s eyes, still burning with desire, searched hers, as if seeking reassurance that this was just a temporary reprieve. Ruhi’s gaze faltered, her resolve weakening as she took in the sight of Raghu’s chest, still heaving with exertion.
As Raghu’s chest continued to heave with exertion, Ruhi’s gaze remained fixed on his face, her eyes searching for a glimmer of understanding. The air was thick with tension, the only sound the soft rustling of the wind through the Holi-colored powders scattered around them. Without a word, Ruhi’s hands dropped from Raghu’s chest, and she slowly sank to her knees, her eyes never leaving his.
As Ruhi sank to her knees, Raghu’s eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t move. He just stood there, his chest still heaving with exertion, his eyes fixed on Ruhi’s face. Ruhi’s hands, which had been resting on Raghu’s chest, now dropped to his waist, her fingers tracing the edge of his pants. Raghu’s eyes flashed with excitement, and he took a step closer to her, his body towering over hers.
Without a word, Ruhi’s hands moved to the zipper of Raghu’s pants, her fingers slowly pulling it down. Raghu’s eyes closed, and he let out a soft groan as Ruhi’s hands reached inside his pants, her fingers wrapping around his erect penis.
The sensation was electrifying, and Raghu’s body jerked with pleasure as Ruhi’s hands began to move up and down his shaft. He opened his eyes, and his gaze locked onto Ruhi’s face, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she watched him.
As Ruhi’s hands continued to move up and down Raghu’s shaft, his body began to tense, his muscles flexing with anticipation. He knew he was close, and he couldn’t help but let out a soft groan as Ruhi’s hands quickened their pace.
Suddenly, Raghu’s body jerked, and he let out a loud groan as he came, his semen spilling out onto Ruhi’s hands and clothes. Ruhi’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she watched Raghu’s face, his eyes closed in ecstasy as he rode out the wave of pleasure.
As Raghu’s body finally relaxed, Ruhi slowly stood up, her hands still wrapped around his shaft. She smiled up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and Raghu couldn’t help but smile back, his eyes still cloudy with pleasure.
Without a word, Ruhi turned and walked away, leaving Raghu standing there, his pants still down, his body still tingling with pleasure. Raghu watched her go, a smile still plastered on his face, and he couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation for what was to come.
As Ruhi disappeared into the house, Raghu slowly pulled up his pants, his mind still reeling with the sensations of what had just happened. He couldn’t believe what Ruhi had just done, and he couldn’t help but wonder what had driven her to be so bold.
But as he turned to follow Ruhi into the house, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of something much bigger, something that would change their lives forever.