This started during Diwali fireworks when our society members were on the podium to burst crackers. All were with their families, and the ladies were dressed in traditional wear, mostly sarees.
Smitha, a mother of two, was an always-smiling lady and approachable. She was beautiful and well-maintained. We both were standing near the podium entrance as kids were bursting crackers. She looks wow in western dresses, but she didn’t carry the saree properly. Today, I saw a half-tattoo on her back and was urging to ask her what it was, but her hubby was around.
Days passed, and we had exchanged a few messages and Instagram shares. Then one day, I asked about the tattoo, just to get her response; it was a smiley, nothing more. So, I didn’t continue any further.
Days passed, months passed, and then came Holi. A day before, she messaged me to check if I was coming, and we decided to meet on the society podium.
Holi Day. It was full of masti on the podium; all were playing. We had opened the swimming pool, and everyone was just enjoying the festival.
Smitha came; I waved at her and put some color on her face and hair and also on her husband.
Her husband also entered the pool, and we, mostly men and kids, were enjoying Holi in the pool.
I glanced at Smitha a couple of times, and she was also checking on me; I smiled. Then, I decided to take a step; I came out of the pool and walked towards her and tried to tell her through my eyes to follow me. I was out of the pool area, saw a few more society members, and played Holi with them. She also came out of the pool area and brushed me while passing; I looked, but she walked. And as she walked towards the wing, she looked back and smiled. It was like an invitation.
I waited for a minute and then followed; she entered my wing and waited near the lift area.
I also went there, and we saw each other. She checked if anyone was around and asked:
Smitha: “Want to see the tattoo?”
Me: “Here?”
Smitha: “Yes, you can see it.”
And she pulled her t-shirt down from her right shoulder. It was a nice tattoo; I walked a bit closer to have a better view.
Smitha: “Hogaya?” (Is that enough?)
Me: “I hardly saw it.”
Smitha: “Tattoo ka drawing banoyege ya photo nikaloge?” (Will you draw the tattoo or take a photo?)
Me: “I want to touch it.”
She was surprised but smiled and said:
Smitha: “Chup, not here” (Quiet, not here).
Then someone called me, and I joined them; we men had made arrangements for beer, and we started drinking. Smitha’s husband also joined.
I saw Smitha near the place where we were drinking; her husband asked her if she wanted some. She signaled and told him she would go home and have some.
I was carrying my mobile and switched on the mobile network. In 5 minutes, I got a WhatsApp with a cheers sign; I replied back with the same.
After some minutes, I received her pic with a beer pint in her hand.
I replied back: “Cheers, or should I come up to cheers in person?”
She replied: “Sasu maa at home” (Mother-in-law is at home) with a wink.
Me: “Sad smiley”.
After 5 minutes:
Smitha: “Come to the 8th floor and take the stairs.”
I went up. And on the stairs, she was waiting with a beer pint in her hand, hair free, still color on her body, and a sexy look.
I climbed a few stairs and said, “Cheers!” She was not carrying a beer bottle, so she gave me her beer pint.
I took a sip, and she also took one immediately; we smiled at each other with a look in our eyes: “What next?”
Me: “Can I see the tattoo again?”
Smitha: “You really want to see the tattoo or…??”
Me: “I want to see and touch it.”
Smitha: “Touch only the tattoo?” with a smile and wink.
And she pulled her t-shirt again from her right shoulder. I pulled her beer tin, took a sip, and touched it. And immediately put the tin on her tattoo.
Smitha gave a soft moan: “Ahaaa.”
Me: “Wow, such a sexy…”
Smitha: “What?”
Me: “Your ‘ahaa’ and…”
Smitha: “And what?”
Me: “Everything,” and I touched her arms from behind and pulled her near me.
We both were a bit high; I touched her neckline.
Smitha: “Hmm” and pulled the beer pint and took a sip.
I pulled the pint back and took a mouthful sip and made her turn around and signaled whether she wanted to drink.
She felt shy but looked around, and we were in a lip lock; I transferred beer from my mouth to hers.
We separated, looked at each other, and then kissed passionately. As we kissed, my hands were on her back, inside her t-shirt, rubbing her back.
Smitha is a fucking sexy bitch; she put her hands in my shorts, untied it, and was holding my tool.
We stopped kissing, and I pushed her on the wall and made her bend. She immediately pulled down her leggings and showed me her sexy ass.
I spanked her ass and started rubbing my tool on her ass. I put my hands from behind and started squeezing her boobs and pinching her nipples.
Smitha: “Ahaaa, junglee” (Wild).
Me: “You’re my goddess, you bitch,” and spanked her ass harder.
Smitha: “Now, will you fuck me, bastard?”
Me: “Bitch, I want this ass for the whole day and night.”
Smitha: “Now, take whatever time you have.”
I rubbed my tool on her pussy hole and put a finger inside.
Smitha: “Ahaaa, uuu.”
I put another finger and started an in-out movement.
Smitha: “Fucker, put your lund (dick) inside; we don’t have time.”
I obliged and put it inside slowly, slowly, deep inside, and held there.
I was holding her by the waist; she was leaning on the staircase wall.
Fuck, what a moment it was! Fucking a neighbor in the staircase.
I started slow and steady in-out movement; I continued slowly, didn’t want to go hard.
Slowly, slowly, my tool was getting loaded, and Smitha was moaning slowly. I bit her back and gave her a hard push; she gave out a loud moan and whispered: “Fucker.”
I squeezed her boobs and pulled her head back, pulling her curly hair. Then I stopped and made her turn around, and we kissed passionately. I asked if she could lie down on the floor; it’s dirty. She immediately lay down and spread her legs.
And as I came over her and put my tool inside her, and kissed her neck, Smitha whispered: “Fucker, do it now.”
Smitha: “You want to go hard, go on; I won’t moan” with a sexy look and smile.
This gave me more arousal, and I darted, ramming her pussy. Holding her legs on my shoulders, I was fucking a sexy bitch. Pressing her boobs hard and squeezing them, Smitha was shaking her head with a smile. I kept pumping, and she was raising her waist and putting her nails on my arms.
Me: “Smitha, you fucker,” and gave a hard push.
Smitha: “MC, you’re a fucker,” and slapped me.
I kissed her and bit her left boob and started hard movement.
Me: “Smitha, I want to cum.”
Smitha: “Fucker, why are you asking? Fill me.”
I started giving final pushes, and as I was reaching climax, Smitha was shaking her head and biting her lips.
I slapped her and gave a final push and pumped all my cum inside her. After that, I fell on her.
What a scene we both were on the staircase; full with color and now with floor dirt. Our bodies were bruised by love bites, and my knees were bleeding. What a passionate fuck!
After a few minutes, we looked at each other and laughed and kissed.
We got up, got dressed, kissed again, and left.
After this, there was no stopping; we’ll keep sharing.
Note: This is a real story from a year back.
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