Aashish and Shalaka grew up together. They fell in love in their college days, but destiny separated them. Fast forward 10 years, in their 30s, both married, destiny gave them a chance to meet again.
Aashish was on a business trip in Shalaka’s city. He was able to contact her and invite her to meet in his hotel room. Shalaka jumped at the opportunity.
She showed up wearing blue jeans and a red turtleneck. Her creamy complexion only seemed to have gotten better and her breasts full. After about 5 minutes of small talk, they were in an embrace, caressing and cuddling and loving each other.
Aashish pulled back slightly, his hands still cradling Shalaka’s face, his breath hot and heavy. He noticed something different, something that stirred his curiosity and deepened his desire. Her breasts were fuller, more pronounced than he remembered.
“You’ve changed,” he said softly, his voice tinged with wonder and hunger.
Shalaka smiled, a hint of shyness in her eyes. “I had a baby about a year ago,” she explained, her hand covering his where it rested against her cheek. “I am still lactating.”
The revelation sent a thrill through Aashish, an electric current that made his pulse quicken. The thought of her nourishing life, of her body transformed by motherhood, only made her more irresistible. His hands moved, cupping her fuller breasts, feeling the weight and warmth of them through her shirt.
“That’s… incredible,” he murmured, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, feeling them harden beneath his touch.
Shalaka’s breath hitched, her eyes darkening with a mix of arousal and vulnerability. “It’s been… an adjustment,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “But it feels… amazing.”
Aashish’s mind raced with possibilities, his fantasies merging with reality in a way that made him dizzy with need. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that was both tender and hungry, his hands never leaving her breasts. He could feel the heat of her skin, the soft swell of her curves, and he wanted more.
He kissed his way down her neck, his lips tracing the line of her collarbone, his hands deftly unbuttoning her shirt. As the fabric fell away, he took in the sight of her, the way her breasts strained against her bra, the hint of moisture that made the fabric cling to her skin. His mouth watered at the thought of tasting her, of exploring every inch of her transformed body.
“Shalaka,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire. “Let me…”
“Yes,” she breathed, arching into his touch, her hands guiding him as he unclasped her bra.
Her breasts spilled free, and Aashish’s mouth descended, his lips closing around a nipple, his tongue flicking out to taste the sweet, warm liquid that leaked from her. Shalaka moaned, her hands tangled in his hair, her body writhing against his.
The taste of her milk, the feel of her body yielding to his touch, drove Aashish wild. He suckled greedily, his hands kneading her breasts, his tongue lapping at the droplets that escaped his mouth. Shalaka’s moans grew louder, more desperate, her hips grinding against him as she sought relief from the burning need that consumed them both.
He switched to her other breast, giving it the same fervent attention, his mind a blur of lust and adoration. This was the woman he had dreamed of for years, now more real and more alluring than he had ever imagined. The taste of her, the feel of her, the sound of her pleasure—it was everything he had ever wanted and more.
“Aashish,” she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. “I need you…”
Her words were like a spark, igniting a fire that blazed through him. He lifted his head, his lips glistening with her milk, his eyes locked on hers. “I need you too,” he said, his voice a low growl.
With a swift movement, he pulled her close, their bodies pressed together, their desire a palpable force. They moved as one, shedding the last barriers between them, their hands exploring, their mouths seeking, their bodies merging in a symphony of passion and need.
Aashish’s heart pounded as he drank in the sight of Shalaka’s flushed, eager body. Her breasts were still wet from his eager mouth, nipples hard and inviting. He kissed his way down her stomach, tasting the salt of her sweat mixed with the sweetness of her skin. Shalaka’s breaths were short and ragged, each one a testament to her rising desire.
When he reached the waistband of her jeans, he hesitated only a moment before unbuttoning them, sliding them down along with her panties. She stepped out of them, leaning back against the tree, her legs spreading slightly in invitation. Aashish knelt before her, mesmerized by the sight of her glistening folds, the heady scent of her arousal filling his senses.
He parted her with his fingers, revealing her clit, swollen and throbbing. Without hesitation, he leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste her. Shalaka gasped, her hands fisting in his hair, pulling him closer. Aashish licked her slowly at first, savoring her taste, then more insistently, his tongue circling her clit, sucking it gently into his mouth.
Shalaka’s moans grew louder, more desperate, her hips grinding against his face. He could feel her thighs trembling, her entire body tensing with pleasure. Aashish moved his mouth lower, his tongue plunging into her, tasting the slick, sweet essence of her juices. She was intoxicating, her flavor filling his mouth, her scent surrounding him.
“Yes, Aashish,” she panted, her voice a breathless plea. “Just like that… don’t stop.”
He didn’t. He devoured her, his tongue moving in and out of her, his lips sucking her clit, his fingers teasing her entrance. Shalaka’s moans turned to cries, her body shaking as he pushed her closer to the edge. Aashish’s own arousal was almost unbearable, but he held back, focused entirely on her pleasure.
He could feel her getting close, her inner walls contracting around his tongue, her clit throbbing against his lips. He redoubled his efforts, his tongue moving faster, his fingers pressing deeper. Shalaka’s cries became incoherent, her body arching, her hips bucking wildly.
With a final, desperate moan, she came, her juices flooding his mouth, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. Aashish held her steady, his mouth still working her, drawing out every last bit of her pleasure until she was spent, collapsing against the tree, panting and trembling.
He pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, looking up at her with a mixture of pride and desire. Shalaka’s eyes were closed, her face flushed, her chest heaving with each breath. She looked utterly satisfied, but Aashish wasn’t done yet. He wanted more—needed more.
“Shalaka,” he said, his voice rough with need. “I want you.”
She opened her eyes, looking down at him with a smoldering gaze. “Then take me,” she whispered, her voice a siren’s call.
Aashish stood, his body humming with need as he helped Shalaka lay down on the soft grass, the tree providing a natural shelter from prying eyes. She looked up at him with a mix of lust and satisfaction, her lips parted, her breaths still heavy from her recent orgasm. Aashish’s hands roamed her body, caressing her curves, feeling the heat of her skin against his palms.
He positioned himself above her, reversing their orientation so they were head to toe. Shalaka’s hands immediately reached for him, her fingers deftly unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning his jeans. Aashish shivered with anticipation as she pulled them down, his erection springing free. Shalaka’s mouth was on him in an instant, her lips wrapping around his length, her tongue swirling around the head.
Aashish groaned, the sensation of her warm mouth driving him wild. He lowered himself onto her, his mouth finding her clit once more, sucking it gently as his fingers explored her wet folds. They moved in sync, each of them lost in the pleasure they were giving and receiving.
Shalaka’s moans vibrated around his cock, sending jolts of pleasure through him. Aashish’s tongue danced over her clit, flicking it rapidly before plunging into her depths, tasting her once more. He felt her hips bucking against him, her thighs trembling as she neared another climax.
Aashish’s own pleasure was building, a tight coil in his stomach that threatened to snap at any moment. Shalaka’s mouth was relentless, her tongue and lips working him with a fervor that left him breathless. He redoubled his efforts, determined to make her come again before he lost himself completely.
His fingers found her G-spot, pressing and stroking in time with his tongue on her clit. Shalaka cried out around his cock, her body arching, her hands clutching his hips as she came once more, her juices flooding his mouth. Aashish drank her in, his own release following quickly as he spilled into her mouth with a guttural moan.
They stayed like that for a moment, panting, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of their shared pleasure. Finally, Aashish moved, turning to lay beside her, pulling her into his arms. They were both breathless, their hearts pounding, their bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction.
Shalaka looked up at him, her eyes soft and sated. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” she whispered, her voice a gentle caress.
“Me too,” Aashish replied, kissing her forehead, holding her close. “And now that we’ve started, I don’t ever want to stop.”
She smiled, snuggling into his embrace, their bodies fitting together perfectly. The night was still young, and there was so much more they could explore together. For now, though, they were content to lie there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside forgotten.
Shalaka lay beside Aashish, her body still humming with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She felt his breath against her skin, his heart pounding in time with hers. She turned her head, looking at his softening cock, slick with her saliva and his release. A mischievous smile tugged at her lips as she leaned in, taking him into her mouth once more.
Aashish gasped at the unexpected sensation, his body jolting with renewed arousal. Shalaka’s tongue danced over his length, her lips creating a tight seal as she sucked him back to life. He groaned, his hand threading through her hair, urging her on. The warmth and wetness of her mouth, the gentle pressure of her tongue, it all combined to rekindle the fire within him.
She worked him with skill and enthusiasm, her mouth moving up and down his shaft, her tongue swirling around the head, teasing the sensitive spot just beneath it. Aashish’s cock responded quickly, swelling and hardening once more. He could hardly believe how quickly she could revive him, her touch like magic.
With a growl of appreciation, Aashish repositioned himself, eager to return the pleasure she was giving him. He moved back into the 69 position, his mouth descending on her still-swollen clit. His tongue flicked out, tasting her, feeling her respond beneath him. Shalaka moaned around his cock, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through him.
They moved together, a perfect harmony of give and take. Aashish’s tongue explored her folds, dipping into her entrance, then moving back to her clit, sucking and teasing. Shalaka’s moans grew louder, her hips grinding against his face as she took him deeper into her mouth, her hands massaging his balls, adding to the intense pleasure.
The world outside ceased to exist. There was only the slick heat of their bodies, the mingling of their moans, the rhythm of their movements. Aashish’s mind was a haze of lust and need, every touch, every taste driving him closer to the edge.
He felt Shalaka’s body tensing beneath him, her thighs trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He redoubled his efforts, his tongue moving faster, his fingers slipping inside her, pressing against that sweet spot that made her cry out. She came hard, her body arching, her moans muffled by his cock still deep in her throat.
The sensation of her climax, the way her walls clenched around his fingers, her moans vibrating against him, pushed Aashish over the edge. He groaned, his release spilling into her mouth, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. Shalaka swallowed greedily, milking him for every drop, her hands and mouth working him until he was spent.
They collapsed beside each other once more, their bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction. Aashish pulled her into his arms, their breaths mingling, their hearts beating in unison.
“Shalaka,” he murmured, his voice a soft rumble. “You’re incredible.”
She smiled, her eyes half-closed with contentment. “So are you, Aashish. I never want this to end.”
He kissed her gently, a promise of more to come. They lay there, wrapped in each other, the night still young, their desires still simmering just beneath the surface.
Aashish’s body still tingled from their intense 69 session, but he found himself craving even more intimate connection with Shalaka. He gently pulled her close, rolling over to position himself above her. Shalaka looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire, her lips parted in anticipation.
He kissed her deeply, savoring the taste of her, before trailing kisses down her neck and chest. Shalaka moaned softly, her hands caressing his back, pulling him closer. Aashish’s mouth found her breasts again, and he suckled gently, tasting the warm sweetness of her milk. The sensation made her gasp, her body arching into his touch.
Aashish aligned himself with her entrance, his cock hard and ready. He moved slowly, pushing into her inch by inch, savoring the tight, wet heat of her. Shalaka wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper, her breaths coming in ragged gasps.
“Oh, Aashish…” she whispered, her voice a mix of pleasure and urgency.
He began to thrust, slowly at first, each movement deliberate and deep. His mouth remained on her breasts, switching between them, his tongue teasing her nipples, his lips drawing more of her milk. Shalaka’s moans filled the air, her hands clutching at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.
The slow, rhythmic thrusts built a sweet tension between them, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Aashish could feel every inch of her, the way she tightened around him, the way her body responded to his touch. The sensation was overwhelming, a blend of physical and emotional connection that left him breathless.
Shalaka’s moans grew louder, more urgent, her hips meeting his thrusts, her body writhing beneath him. He felt her nails rake down his back, the slight pain mingling with the pleasure, heightening his senses. His mouth continued to work her breasts, suckling and licking, each taste of her milk sending jolts of desire through him.
He increased his pace slightly, his thrusts becoming more forceful, driven by the need to see her come undone once more. Shalaka’s head fell back, her eyes closed, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. Aashish could feel her building towards another climax, the way her body tensed, the way her inner walls clenched around him.
“Yes, Shalaka… come for me,” he whispered against her skin, his voice thick with desire.
Her response was immediate. With a cry, she came, her body convulsing around him, her nails digging deeper into his flesh. The sight, the sound, the feel of her climax pushed Aashish to the brink. He thrust deeply, his movements becoming erratic, desperate. He felt his own release building, a tight coil ready to snap.
With a final, deep thrust, he came, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. He stayed inside her, his mouth still on her breast, drinking in her milk as his release filled her. They stayed like that, connected, their breaths mingling, their bodies entwined.
Aashish slowly lifted his head, looking down at Shalaka. Her eyes were soft, sated, a small smile playing on her lips. He leaned down, kissing her gently, their bodies still joined, the intimacy of the moment wrapping around them like a warm blanket.
“I’ve dreamed of this for so long,” he murmured, his forehead resting against hers.
“Me too,” she replied, her voice a soft whisper. “And it’s even better than I imagined.”
They lay there, wrapped in each other, the night still full of possibilities, their connection deepening with every touch, every kiss, every shared breath.