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Hello readers. I’m back once again with the continuation of my journey with Smita. I want to thank all my readers who appreciated my writing.
One thing I noticed while writing my first story, which is also my real-time experience, is that if your story is true, you don’t have to think and write it. Just start remembering the incident, and your fingers will work on your device.
I’ve read so many mature lady and younger guy stories. But when I experienced it in my life, it was way different from what I’ve read in the past. Nothing happens like the way we fantasise. It’s the real world which is itself a fantasy. We have to mould ourselves in it. We can’t control our fantasies how we want.
Coming back to the story
After our first ever sex experience in the car, Smita and I were in mixed reactions. Smita wore her panty and her leggings. I wore my jeans, and we both sat in the front seats. Smita was in the driving seat. She kept her head down on the steering.
Her eyes were moist. She was still thinking whether whatever happened a few minutes back was right or wrong? I was quiet and was waiting for her to speak first. She uttered.
Smita: (with moist eyes, looking at me) Thanks.
Me: (nodding my head in a yes) My pleasure.
Smita: Indeed. You were pleasurable.
Me: Thanks once again.
Smita: So what next? Your wish has come true. Finally, you made me forget all my values and fuck my brains out.
Me: (Felt shy by her boldness) You were awesome. I want to continue this relationship.
Smita: (Looking straight into my eyes) And you think I will continue this?
Me: Yes!
Smita: (Laughing and with a pissed-off reaction) Itna confidence laate kaha se ho? I mean, just now, you fucked me. I’m in mixed emotions about what have I done. I’ve lost all my self-respect, and you are asking me to continue this relationship. You also have the confidence that I will agree to it. Great.
Me: (With a cunning smile) Then for what did you thank me a few minutes back? Maybe you forgot your gestures while we were making out. Those gestures showed how much you were enjoying my touch. If that’s not true, then you are fooling yourself.
Smita kept her head on the steering again. She was still thinking about what to do next, whether she should stop here or should continue and give it a try to this new experience.
I brushed my fingers through her hair. I tried to convince her that whatever happened was right and was true to its sense.
Me: (Lifting her head and looking at her face) You can trust me. I deserve a chance in your life.
Smita: (she looked into my eyes with affection) Hopefully. Just make sure you don’t turn out to be just like your uncle or my ex-husband. And one more thing, no commitments. You are young. You have your whole life in front of you. You can walk out of this relationship whenever you want to. Trust me, I mean it.
That gesture showed how a mature lady thinks and always cares about her partner.
Me: (smiling, looking into her eyes) I’ll give my best for this relationship.
Saying this, I hugged her and was getting charged once again while feeling her hot body. I was caressing her hair while I was getting an erection. I started rubbing my lips over her shoulders and was giving her small kisses on the shoulders.
She sensed it and was grooving up once again. I was again looking into her eyes, and we kissed the next moment. This time it was a pure and passionate kiss, just like a new couple in action experiencing their first kiss. She was an awesome kisser.
Although she was a mature lady, I never felt that. Whenever I was touching her or getting into sexual contact, I felt as if she was just a young girl similar to my age or maybe younger.
I was playing with her hair while I was kissing her passionately. She was rubbing her hands on my back while I felt her neck and waist simultaneously. She was a yoga freak. That’s why her curves were tremendous. Even at the age of 40, she had maintained herself well.
We were grooving up with our kissing. After some time, we broke the kiss as we felt uncomfortable. We decided to move out of the car parking area. Smita was driving, and I was sitting next to her.
As we moved out of the mall’s car parking area, we felt as if we had just entered a new world. I was looking at her with love and affection.
Smita: (while driving when she noticed) What? What are you looking at?
Me: Of course You. What is anything beautiful rather than you?
Smita: (Blushed) Stop buttering me. I’m not a girl your age who will lose herself with your sweet talks.
Me: (with a cunning smile) You’ve already lost in me.
She blushed again. Later we went to a famous ice cream parlour in Thane and enjoyed the ice cream while talking about our new life. I was experiencing a new relationship. It was similar for her as well.
The time was waving out. I was clueless. What could be next? But no signs were showing up where could this relationship go next. She offered to drop me at the local Railway Station. It could be a heartbreaking send-off for me. I was sad.
She noticed it but didn’t react that way. She was teasing me without any gestures. While we drove towards the local railway station, she stopped her car just a few meters away from the railway station. She looked at me and said.
Smita: So? Ready to go home?
Me: I wish I couldn’t.
Smita: (cunningly) Who’s asking you to leave then?
Me: (I was overjoyed hearing this) Can we?
Smita smiled with a yes gesture. I hopped into her car. She started driving the car, and I was excitedly trying to hug her.
Smita: Oye! Wait wait! I might dash somewhere. Have patience.
Me: Oops, Sorry.
We both laughed at this. I asked her where we were heading. She said at her farmhouse, which was around 2 hours drive from Thane. Before that, she wanted to change herself, so we halted near her building. She asked me not to come out of the car. She didn’t want anyone to notice me with her.
Finally, she came in a green chequered shirt and jeans. She looked damn sexy as her shirt’s top two buttons were open. I was oozing in ecstasy as to what could be next.
We drove to her farmhouse. In between, we had our dinner at a famous dhaba. It was quite dark while she was driving. Once we left the highway to reach her farmhouse, there were no streetlights. Her farmhouse was isolated. At night I was unable to recognise it, but she did. We reached Smita’s farmhouse.
It was quite a big farmhouse spread across 4.5 acres of land. As it was night, I couldn’t explore her farmhouse then. But who cares? I’m not here to explore the farmhouse but to explore Smita. She switched on the main, and the exterior lights were on.
While she was opening the house’s main door, I simultaneously closed the outer gate. As soon as we entered her house, she switched on the lights. The next moment I dropped her bag and hugged her from the back tightly. I closed the main door.
I rubbed my hands all over her belly and waist while licking and kissing her neck from the back. She was grooving up with me. This time it was intense. No regrets, no judgements, just a way of making out with each other.
I was rubbing myself hard on her. There were no barriers, no one to see, and the most important thing, Smita had no thoughts other than giving herself to me. I turned her around and kissed her passionately. Our saliva was mixing up with each other.
While kissing her, she was going backwards. As she went back, she blocked herself near a wall. I took control and started to rub my dick over her pussy while her clothes were on. I was kissing vigorously, and she loved all my moves.
I lifted her and banged her on the couch. She was asking me to go slow. But I was not in the mood to. While kissing her neck and giving away hickeys, she stopped me.
Smita: No. Please don’t give hickeys. My daughter might notice this.
I obeyed her. I was kissing and licking her neck and her collarbone. Moving down, I went to her cleavage and was uncontrollable. I gave a bite on her cleavage. She shouted at me and pushed me back.
Smita: I told you not to. Still, you are giving me love bites.
Me: Sorry. I got carried away in action.
Smita: I hope you remember what you promised me.
Me: Yes, I do.
We both were resting on the couch. As we broke our tune in between, She asked me to freshen up. She, too, will freshen up, and we can have drinks to enjoy the night.
There’s more to come in the next part. How I banged Smita and how I made her flush off her exes from her life just like the cinematic way. Stay tuned. The next part will be out soon. Keep writing to me. I appreciate your feedback.
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