Hi, I am Raj from Mysore. I am 34 and an average-looking, fair guy. I don’t know how many readers are there in namma Mysooru who would be interested to keep in touch.
Okay, coming to this event, it was a friend’s wedding at Yashaswi hall, Mysore. It was a boring wedding where my bunch of friends was sitting together and watching the stage. Time was at a standstill. It was slow and boring.
All of a sudden, she was there on the stage, a cheesy dusky looking woman with a different kind of dress that matched her blue heels.
I found her stunning with her her wide laugh, those lips, those tied buns on her head, filled hips, and voluptuous as a 40+ looking lady. She carried herself with so much grace. My eyes were fixed on her. Even after she came down, I was full-time behind her and during dinner, I was busted!
She made eye contact and gave me a death stare. I was fixed on her gaze and smiled. I never got any smile back though.😄
The next day’s function was a hit, we were all on the stage cheering the couple and the lady was also there. I was trying to stand next to her as much as possible as I was not sure if I would see this beautiful damsel ever again.
Maybe she noticed it and at one point, she asked my name. I told her that I was so and so and I even invited her to my art studio. This all happened so quickly and she was stunned by my invitation too.
So, the wedding scene got over and a couple of days passed. One fine evening, she was there at my doorstep with a small handbag. She was wearing the same blue heels which she wore at the wedding.
My eyes lit up and I smiled at her showing off my white set of 32 teeth. I don’t know what happened, I complimented her heels first! She laughed at me as I was a little hesitant to talk about anything with her.
She went through my art and was very impressed. She later left with no introduction, no news and I even did not know when she would be back.
I was a little scared as a lot of thoughts started going through my mind. What if she did not like my way of talking or did she find out if I was flirting with her or did she see my bulge over my pants when she was around? A lot of thoughts were running through my mind.
Exactly after one week, I had kind of forgotten her and had moved on with my life and bang! She was there again in my studio with all smiles, ray ban glasses on her head, that green top, light blue jeans and that bright blue heels. I again complimented her heels. She gave me a smirk and I giggled.
She was friendly this time and spoke to me about art, travel, photography, coffee, her favorite cocktail, etc. I got to know her name was Aparna and she was from Bangalore and her husband worked as a senior director at a company and her 19 years old son was studying in Bangalore. With this conversation, I got a vague idea about her life and I was sure she was around 44 years old.
After a brief talk, I told her that she had a beautiful laugh and that I would want to see her laugh often. She laughed at this with a pat on my shoulders. That day was an icebreaker. I was sure she liked talking to me and she became a regular visitor to my studio.
Our conversation moved to different topics, and different genres and she was so comfortable that she would directly barge into my office cabin where normally nobody comes in as it was my space. Also, I had limited visitors.
One lucky day, I was playing slow music in the office and it was closing time at the studio and had this blue-heeled visitor enter. It was drizzling out and Aparna was a little wet.
I asked her if I can help with a napkin. She agreed and I even went ahead and asked her if I can wipe her hair. She gave a nod and I don’t know if I was horny or she was, I only remember that we were kissing like crazy animals.
We broke the kiss as there was a clap of thunder outside. I was wrapped in her arms and we were gazing at each other. I cleared my throat and asked her if I should close the studio. She immediately replied with a thumbs up.
I ran, closed the door, dashed to the washroom, cleaned up my fat dick and within minutes, I was behind her. I hugged her from behind and held her stomach with one hand and bent her neck backward and planted a wet kiss. She moaned.
Then I turned her around and we were kissing and sucking each other’s tongues with so much passion. I lifted her and made her sit on the table and bent down to remove her shoes and lifted her legs.
I went down between her thighs and smelled her pussy over her clothes. It was fresh with her perfume. She was wearing a gown kind of dress. I kissed her feet and licked them while looking at her face. She had closed her eyes and was enjoying the act.
I immediately got inside her gown and made a dashing entry toward her inner thighs. I was stunned as she was not wearing a panty. I had to lick this shaved pussy up and down until her anal entry and this woman was moaning as she came holding my face pressed to her pussy.
She took a deep breath out of satisfaction and got down from the table. I knew it was my turn now. I leaned back on the table and left the lady to do what she intended to start. Aparna removed my pant in a second and I could feel her hot spit on my pink head.
I had never experienced this pleasure before. She was a pro at what she was doing. She used her tongue more and she was so gentle and at the same time, she knew how much pressure to apply. I had an uncut cock and my cock was celebrating Aparna’s fat lips and pink tongue.
It was a while and I never gave up. She made me sit on the chair and landed on my thighs. I knew she will rock the chair and the music was on its own and so were we. She sat on me and skillfully positioned on the head of my dick and my fat dick was lost inside her hot dripping brown pussy.
We fucked for almost 10 minutes and she came again. I kept on hitting hard and sometimes slowly from below for another 5 minutes. I made her stand up and she bent on the table and I entered her from behind.
I held her hair and started riding like a horse while my dick was plugged into her pussy. In 3-4 minutes, I pulled out and splashed everything on the floor.
We laughed, looked at each other and rested for a while without talking a single word. She dressed up and I made a cup of coffee and we both sipped from the same cup now😃.
After that, I opened the door and she left with my phone number. For a month, I did not hear from Aparna. I was wondering if she was alright, if was she guilty of what happened, etc. And one month apart, again during closing time, she just entered the studio wearing a saree this time with blue heels. I had a bulge again.
Wait for the saree sex story in my next.
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