It was a wonderful evening in Mysore. Good weather, gentle breeze. I thought I’d visit a Cafe for tea. Thinking so, I went to a Cafe here in Gokulam.
I reached this café (not mentioning names). As I entered, I saw a beautiful lady sitting at the cash counter. She was a middle-aged woman, somewhere between 40- 45. She was dusky, with straight hair, well-painted nails and red lipstick, which added glamour to her looks. She looked at a copy of Sonakshi Sinha.
I gazed at her, and she looked back at me. I smiled, and she responded with a wide smile. I was like, wow. She noted my gesture and smiled again. I made myself comfortable at a table in the corner.
She came to my table and asked if I needed anything. I replied, “Ya, a lot of things from this beautiful place.” She grinned again and told me she was talking about the menu. I smiled and I told her I need a black tea.
She left, and I was lost watching her back until she disappeared into the kitchen. I changed my seating so that I could directly have a view of this woman at the cash counter. I could spend time looking at her. I got my tea delivered and this lady went to the counter and continued with her work.
I couldn’t stop looking at her the whole time I was there. Beautiful clothes, the right attitude, round black eyes. She was elegant and had a style. Once in a while, she would stare at me and we were exchanging stares and smiles often.
I took half an hour to finish my tea. It was the longest I had taken in my lifetime. So, I finished my tea, went to the counter, paid cash and left the place. But I was not so happy about the whole thing. I would want to keep in touch with her.
I held my breath, went back and asked for her number. She gave it to me.
It was a surprise as she did not ask any questions. I smiled at her and asked if I could text her. She nodded, saying yes with a sarcastic half-smile. I was above the moon.
I got back home thinking about this beautiful lady. That night, I just casually messaged her, asking if she was home. She said she just came home, freshened up and planned her day tomorrow. I was impressed by the discipline she has. I asked her about it.
I got a reply stating that she owns the cafe I visited last evening. I was impressed and also appreciated her on the venture she has taken up. Our chatting continued for a week, and I got to kno that her name was Neeta. Married but separated and has a son studying in Bangalore, etc.
Overall I had developed a liking for her. I never missed a chance to flirt with Neeta. One fine evening around 9 o’clock, I sent her a message. I wished she was home and she would be free to talk n all. She responded, stating that she was home but tired.
She had many people in the cafe and did most of the running around. I immediately asked if she needed any help. Would she want a wonderful foot massage? She smiled and told me to come over and sent me her location.
I freshened up, put on clothes, took my car and rushed to her place. She was staying in Vijaynagar 2nd stage. It was an apartment, and she guided me up to her floor. She opened the door and greeted me.
I was awestruck looking at Neeta’s beauty. Without uttering a word, I went inside. It was a cosy, nice well kept home. I complimented her on the house and she asked me to have a seat on her sofa. We were discussing random stuff, and I had nothing to talk about.
I suddenly mentioned the massage, and she smiled and casually told me to start it. I was scared, and I looked at her face. She asked me what happened. I was like, “Here?”
“Ya,” she said and placed her foot close to my legs near the sofa. I looked at them. It was a beautiful piece of art. Long nails, silver nail paint and long fingers, wow is the word. I just held them in my hand and slowly started to press those fingers.
I started sensual massaging below the foot. Neeta smiled, closed her eyes and relaxed her head on the sofa, taking a deep breath. I kept massaging for 5 minutes and asked her if she wanted to continue.
She opened her eyes and asked me, “What is your age, Rohan?” I lifted my head and said, “I am 34, Neeta.” Well, Neeta stood up and held my hands and just pulled me away to her bed room. The lights were off. I could see the outlines of her body.
She asked, “Do you mind if I fuck you?” I was stunned and did not speak a word. She shook me. I immediately told her, “I am all yours.” She laughed and planted a kiss on my mouth. We wildly kissed for a good 3 minutes nonstop.
We licked each other’s tongues, exchanged saliva and explored each other’s mouths nonstop. We stopped and took a breath. By then, within moments, I had taken off her top and bra. Her upper body was shining in this dim, sluggish light from her hall. The door was half closed.
I pushed her to the bed. She fell hard flat. I jumped on her and sensually kissed her neck, nibbling on her nipple and grabbing her whole breast in my palm. I licked and sucked her boobs slowly, sensually with my lips and sometimes used to suck.
I made sure I never touched my teeth on those beautiful melons. Neeta was breathing hard and asked me to go down. I lifted her legs, pulled down her night pants, and spread her panties. I smelled her pussy hole, it was flowery. I swiped her panty aside and gave a warm, wet lick.
It was juicy. I could feel my mouth had taken her pussy fully inside, and my tongue was trying to enter her hole. Neeta was moaning, holding my head with her hands and pressing it harder inside. Good 2 minutes of licking like a dog, I made her cum.
Her legs shivered, her body shook. She continued for the next 15 seconds. I knew she had one of the best orgasms of her life. She pulled me up, holding my hair. I went near her mouth. She kissed me and said, “Thank you, handsome.”
I did not utter a word. I was just looking at her. She just lied down without any words. I just kept quiet and let her relax. I knew this would be a long night to come. I was lying, and I slowly slipped to sleep for a minute. I suddenly felt a cold hand on my stomach.
I opened my eyes. Neeta was awake and sitting beside me. She said, “Rohan, it’s my turn,” and slid my pants down. My dick was sleeping, and it suddenly started to grow. Neeta just licked the tip. Her saliva was hot and sloppy.
I was trying to look at her face and I could only see her eyes wide open. She bent down and swallowed my dick. She gave me a crazy blowjob which I still remember. After a while, I held her silky hair and pulled her up.
She positioned her pussy on my dick and sat on it. My dick just vanished inside her wet sloppy pussy. Neeta fucked me like I was a doll. I was sure she had had sex quite a while ago. I just let her be. She fucked me nonstop for a good 5 minutes. She cum again and collapsed on my chest.
I continued giving her slow thrusts from below, and I continued for atleast 10 minutes. Neeta was exhausted, and I was also about to cum. I pulled out immediately and let my sperm sprinkle on Neeta’s back. It was a wonderful, soothing and enchanting experience.
We met often as she trusted me until I moved to Bangalore. I am back in Mysore now and looking forward to your feedback on [email protected].