Hello everyone, this is Rishi, a resident of Bangalore, India. I’m a fan of this website, and I love reading others’ experiences to visualize them and masturbate. I thought many a time to narrate my amazing experience with a sexy mature milf, but never got time to do so. Eventually, I am doing it today with the permission of my beloved.
I will narrate my story that happened in Bangalore. It was with a 30-year-old Pooja (name changed) who had a 4-year-old son and was married for 6 years. She recently quit her job with an IT Company in Bangalore to follow her passions.
Pooja has a gorgeous figure. Her complexion is wheatish. She had a great pair of big boobs. Her height would be about 5 feet 5 inches, and she always wore a charming smile on her face. Pooja is an outdoor person. She enjoys outdoor adventure activities like trekking, cycling, and other fitness-related activities.
Her husband is a businessman. He is always busy and always traveling, leaving his princess of a wife at home. Pooja suspected Ramesh of having an extramarital affair, as he was not interested in her anymore. She had a strong intuition and strong facts that made her believe so.
Being a housewife taking care of their son, she started getting lonelier and started to feel the need for companionship. She wanted more than a fuck. She wanted someone to share her feelings. Maybe someone mature enough to keep everything confidential and not a threat to spoil her married life.
More about me, I am a 26-year-old, single, well-educated guy who hails from a modest family. I am earning my living as a sales professional in Bangalore. I prefer to maintain a fit and lean body. I am an avid cyclist, and I cycle to work about 3 times a week. I love sports, and I’m a gadget freak.
I’m white in color, height about 5.7 feet. I am decent enough to impress any girl. I have no idea how long my cock is. I never bothered to measure it. What all I know is that it is long and thick enough to satisfy the girls I have made love with.
I love sex, and I don’t believe in a paid sex. I believe sex is not just making love. It is an emotional bond that connects for that particular duration. How can someone pay and derive the same pleasure and love with the other partner?
Meeting Pooja was the best thing that had happened to me. We met at the Cycle day event in Indranagar, Bangalore. It happens on the last day every month. We started off chatting, rode our bikes together, spoke about our love for cycling, and made ride plans.
She promised to show me around the Sarjapura plains. We exchanged numbers promising to keep in touch. Finally, after few days of texting each other, we agreed to meet at a coffee shop. Gradually we started discussing our personal lives.
She told me she is in an abusive relationship and was almost on the verge of tears. Listening to her open up about her personal life like that made me feel sorry for her. She started growing on me. She started opening up about her husband, who comes home drunk and cheats on her. She burst into tears.
This broke my heart and made me want to hug her immediately. I put my arms across her shoulder, holding her tight and telling her that everything is gonna be alright. Finally, she was okay. She mentioned that she was a foodie and she loves to cook.
We had our donuts and coffee and made plans to catch up again. This time, I convinced her to cook something for me at her place. She thought about it and hesitantly agreed, saying that she’ll call me back with the details. After a friendly hug, we had to leave.
But before leaving, I casually asked whether today was a date, and she just smiled. On reaching home, I see a text from Pooja. She just sent a smiley. I called her back and asked her what happened. She replied that she felt good talking and having someone listen to her after so long.
She thanked me for the evening and asked if I could make it for lunch on the day after. I immediately agreed. She gave me a rough idea of where her house is and said she’ll cook my favorite item. Needless to say, I was delighted! This was the best thing that was happening to me.
There was no way I was gonna pass this out. I asked about her son. She replied that she will send her son away to his grandparent’s place for our date. I was so excited and nervous that I start stammering. She just giggled and said she’s looking forward to the day after.
Finally, the day came when I met her. On my way to her place, I bought loads of chocolates and a bouquet of white orchids. On seeing me on her doorstep with chocolates and flowers, she was just mesmerized. She said her husband has never bought her flowers even after 6 years of marriage.
She welcomed me in. Once inside, I gave her the flowers, for which she hugged me tight and insisted that I didn’t have to bring this stuff. I held her tight in a bone-crushing hug and kept her close. Her warmth, perfume, and slightly wet hair were almost like heaven, and I naturally was starting to get hard.
I could feel her tighten her hug. I’m sure she felt my manhood in my pants. Finally, she let me go and asked me to make myself at home. She went into the kitchen and continued her cooking. I followed behind her and was admiring her nicely-toned ass from the back.
She suddenly asked me what I am looking at. I replied, “You.” She again giggled and continued her cooking. I made some space on her kitchen slab and climbed on top of it. I could see her cooking and enjoying herself. I opened the chocolates and brought them near her mouth to feed her.
Just when she was about to eat it, I pulled it back and ate it myself. She hit my thighs and was almost blushing. I did this again, and this time, she pinched my upper thighs really hard. Man, that was more pleasure than plan.
I did the same trick again, and this time – I didn’t remove my hand but let her eat the chocolate out of my hand. Along with the chocolate, she took my fingers into her mouth and started to play with her tongue. That was so pleasurable that I had to close my eyes and enjoy the feeling.
By this time, I was so hard that I’m sure she would have seen it. She held my finger in her mouth and continued her work, occasionally twirling her tongue around my finger, teasing me. She could see me all excited and ready to pounce on her. Finally, she opened her mouth and let me go.
Later she started asking me about my personal life about my girlfriends, and my love life. I replied that I had a bad breakup a few years back, and I’m single ever since. She started feeling bad again, which was visible from her eyes. I got down from the kitchen slab and hugged her tight from behind.
Again digging my dick into her ass crack, this time, I swear I could feel her tightening her ass and thrusting it backward. This was the cue that I was waiting for. She was asking me to let her cook, but I had other plans in my mind. She said she didn’t know that I liked her so much.
I replied, saying, “You have no idea,” and turned her around, slowly approaching her lips. She turned back, saying she has to cook and we can talk now. I placed my hands on her hips and held them tight. She gave a quiet man that drove me insane.
Suddenly, she asked me how many women have I slept with. After she caught me blushing, I had to confess that I had slept with 2 women in the past. Pooja asked me for the details, and I made it as vivid as possible. I could see the excitement in the eyes.
Finally, she finished cooking, and we sat for lunch. I took a seat in front of her. I could see her clearly. She began serving me food, and we had our lunch. There were many instances where she used to bend down trying to serve me food. Her pallu used to drop down, giving me a good view of her cleavage.
She caught me staring at them a couple of times but didn’t say anything. This gave me a good boost of confidence, and my legs start creeping up closer to her under the dining table. I started tickling her legs from below the table. She gave me a stern look and held my feet tight between her legs.
She wanted to play a game of footsie! I casually mentioned that she’s got amazing and powerful legs and slowly started crawling up her legs. She just gave me a smile and checked if I wanted sometime more to eat.
After lunch, we just sat on the couch, in front of the TV. There were many instances where she caught me staring at her while she was watching TV. She asked me what was wrong, and I said nothing.
Finally, I broke the silence. I asked her to come out with me for a day where we both have nothing to do but stay in each other’s company all day. She thought a bit and replied that we’re both alone right now. The next moment I was all on top of her, kissing her passionately and my hands all over her body.
She wrapped her hands around me and started reciprocating well. I then slowly touched her bare stomach, feeling the soft velvet skin and slowly going up, reaching her ample mounds. That moment she realized that resistance is futile, and she better enjoy what’s happening right now.
She wrapped her legs around my waist and almost locked her body against mine. I stood up, carefully lifting her, and carried her to her bedroom. I placed her carefully on the bed and lay down on top of her. We kissed passionately, and slowly my hands were undressing her.
And her hands were all over me, trying to remove my clothes. She was stuck removing my belt, and I happily helped her. She could visibly see my dick making a tent on top of my jeans, and her eyes were glued to it.
I unwrapped her sari like opening a Christmas gift, enjoying every second of it. In few moments, she was in her lingerie and I in my boxers. She looked so heavenly gorgeous in that attire. I dived into her and became completely wild.
My hands were cupping her ample breasts and her hands feeling my manhood from over my boxers. I opened her bra and literally tore her panty open. And she got my boxers down in one swift move. We were exchanging sights of our privates, and we loved it!
I dug my face in her neck, and she spread her legs open. My dick poking her already wet pussy was the best feeling. She begged me not to tease her anymore and wanted me to tear her apart too. I started French kissing her and slowly pushed my dick into her pussy.
She dug her nails into my back. I almost could see her eyes water up from the pleasure. I slowly started to increase my frequency. Within some time, the room was filled with the sound of her moans and our bodies hitting each other. All this while, my hands were kneading her boobs.
Suddenly, without warning, her body started to shiver. Within moments, she let out a gush of warm cum engulfing my dick. She heaved a big moan and collapsed on the bed. She was tired, but she wanted more. She asked me to cum in her mouth so that she could taste me.
I happily obliged, feeding her my dick. I kid you not. She knew how to handle it. Her hands cupping my balls, and she almost deep throated me while occasionally gagging to my dick. I warned her that I’m about to climax. She started to suck the cum out of my dick.
In moments I filled her mouth with my warm white lava, and she drank all of it. Now we both were tired, and we cuddled on her bed, spooning and holding each other. We were so comfortable that we slept off in each other’s arms.
Later in the evening, we woke up, and she wanted to go for a shower. I being my usual horny self, followed her into her bathroom. Within no time, I was hard as a rock. I stood behind her, the water from the shower falling on top of us, and I’m feeling her body.
I started cupping her breasts. She was pushing her ass into my dick so that she could feel more of it. I pushed her against the wall and lifted one of her legs in the air, allowing me to penetrate into her pussy again. We made love under the shower for the 2nd time. This time she asked me to cum inside her.
She told me that her periods were close and there was no danger of unwanted pregnancy. I made her confirm and increased my speed. Her hands-on my ass supporting and pulling me close to her. I, in moments, shot my load into her and hugged her tight.
I took out my dick from her pussy. We washed our self up. I helped her soap her body, occasionally spanking her ass. She took care of me, giving me a good steamy shower.
With this, it was time for me to leave. I gave her a french kiss promising to meet her again, and left her place. As I was leaving, I receive a text from her saying, “Thank you, looking forward to the next time.”
Thus began my story with this horny dream milf. For any feedback and if anyone looking for some fun, then [email protected].