Dear Readers, I am back after a long break. I was in two minds about whether to write this or not. I have always been lucky with the opposite sex and have to say that I have thoroughly enjoyed my discreet rendezvous every time.
This story that I am about to narrate happened last month in Trivandrum. I was deputed at a famous college as part of my company’s strategy to train and hire students for a project. I was given a nice, cosy guest house with all the amenities. My stay was for almost 2 weeks.
The first day, I was asked to interact with Prof Shilpa Nair, a middle-aged woman. I had interacted with her over the phone, but it was the first time I was meeting her face-to-face. I always thought she would be a slim Malayali woman with thick black hair. But I was surprised when I met her.
She was a little on the heavier side. She was dark-skinned with the right amount of flesh in the right places. As I entered her cabin, she welcomed me with a smile. I could see a thick gold chain around her neck and a similarly sized bracelet on her right wrist.
She was in a cotton sari with a matching blouse. The blouse looked like it was small for her 36″ boobs. I was waiting to have a look at her ass because I am an “ass” man. I love to watch the movement of the ass when women, especially the ones with a heavy build like Prof Shilpa, walk.
As she was seated, I did not get the luxury immediately. We talked about how to take the project forward. She was discussing with me the schedule she had prepared for me. She was elegantly dressed and had taken care to cover her body completely.
It was impossible to get even a glimpse of her waist, forget about her cleavage. She was a confident woman who looked straight into the eyes while speaking. She explained to me all the details of the programme. When we were discussing some points, she showed me what she had written down in her book.
Since I was sitting across the table from her, I had to take the book and turn it towards me. While doing that, my fingers brushed against her fingers, and it sent a small shiver through me.
I was very attracted to this woman. Her skin, her nails, her boobs in the tight blouse, the small chandan on her forehead, the nail polish, everything seemed to be right about her. I was extremely horny. It was something that I had not at all expected. I was on an official trip, and that too in a college.
I was dealing with a professor. I was supposed to behave professionally, but all the ethics seemed to have vanished. I should not be thinking of her like that, but it was impossible to control. I thought that it would be impossible to make all these lusty thoughts a reality, but destiny had other plans.
I am avoiding narrating a lot of incidents that happened in the first week, as it would sound boring to all of you. I will come straight to what led to our union. I had spent 5 days at the college working on my work. I would meet Prof Shilpa twice a day to appraise her of the progress.
She would enquire about my stay, food, and if everything was convenient. I had a few complaints about all that. One day, she was under a lot of stress due to the workload at college. In addition to that, she was given the responsibility for the project that I was there for.
It was lunch break, and I had to give her an update, so I went to meet her. There were two more female professors with her. Prof Shilpa was in tears, and she was holding a tissue to her eyes and wiping her tears. I was a little confused, so I stopped at the door and asked her if it was Ok to meet her.
She wiped her tears and politely asked me to take my seat. The other two professors walked away. I asked her if everything was fine, to which she replied in the affirmative. I did not want to ask her more. I gave the update and went away.
That evening, she pinged me and asked me to meet her. I went to her cabin. She was now in her normal state, smiling. I took my seat and asked her how she felt. She said she was fine and that the workload in college and some tension at home made her weep.
I did not want to ask her what it was. But she herself said that her daughter was sick and wanted her to stay at home. But since she had a lot of responsibilities, she had to come to college. She told me that her husband, who worked in the Gulf, had called her.
He had given her an earful for not staying back with the kid, and that was the reason for her to cry. I consoled her, saying that she was taking too much of a load and was chewing more than she could swallow. She just smiled and asked me about the updates.
I suggested she take a day off the next day, to which she said she should. The next day, she did take a day off. I felt I missed something. I missed her smile, her perfume, her charisma. I called her in the evening to enquire about her well-being.
She was happy, and we spoke for almost 20 minutes. I disconnected her call, saying I missed her. I thought I should not have said that after disconnecting.
The next day, she greeted me with the same smile. After lunch, I went to her cabin to discuss the list of students for a particular training. She had already prepared a list and asked me to check it. I had to walk to her side. She was sitting, and the list was on her laptop. I stood beside her and looked at the list.
She bent a little to point towards something. That was when I saw her cleavage for the first time. I forced myself to look away, but I couldn’t. She lifted her right hand to pull up her pallu, and in that process, I could see more of it.
That night, as I lay on my bed in the guest house, the cleavage kept coming before my eyes. I masturbated thinking of her and slept. The next day, I also met her twice, and the picture of her valley kept returning. That evening, we were sitting in the lobby of the college.
It was around 6 PM. She was still in college. She had asked me to meet her there. I went there with my laptop to discuss an issue. We were sitting beside each other on two single-seat sofas. I had placed my laptop on the side arm of the sofa. As we were discussing, my hand kept brushing against her hand.
She was to my right. She always wore nail polish on her left-hand fingers. Her fingers were very well-shaped. I don’t know where she found the time or the energy. She would have a nail polish colour that matched the colour of her sari. Looking at her fingers, I told her the same.
She blushed and said she loved to pamper her fingers. I wanted to touch her fingers, but refrained from doing so. I had taken the laptop on my lap and was updating something. She wanted to see it, and as I handed my laptop to her, something unexpected happened.
As I passed it on to her, my right palm brushed against her left boob. A current ran through my body. I had actually touched the thing of beauty that I admired so much. It was very stiff and felt like a hard ball. I always knew it was hard and not the soft type.
Her tight blouse, her dark skin, her thick arms, everything was a turn on for me. We departed that day, wishing each other good night. That night I shagged twice, thinking of her. The next day was a Saturday. I told her that it had been almost a week since I had arrived and had not seen the city.
She suggested a few places to visit on Sunday. I have purposely avoided mentioning the few places I visited. On Sunday, I visited a few places, and after lunch, I called Prof. Shilpa to let her know that I was in town and was wandering around. She invited me to her house.
I initially refused, but she insisted. I hired an auto and reached her place. She invited me with a smile and asked me to sit. It was the first time I had seen her in a dress other than a sari. She was wearing a nighty. It was a light coloured one with flower prints. It had buttons at the front.
The neck was quite deep, and I could see a tinge of her cleavage. She asked if I would drink coffee. Without waiting for my reply, she went to the kitchen to make coffee for both of us. I watched the movement of her ass cheeks. She did not have a great ass. It was wide but not bulky.
She came back holding two mugs of coffee. She kept her coffee on the dining table and came to give me my mug. She bent a little to give and, as an instinct, held her left hand at the neck region to not allow her cleavage to be seen. I was a little disappointed.
She went and got her mug and sat opposite me on another sofa. I enquired about her family. She told me that her parents had gone to her maternal uncle’s house, and they had taken her daughter along. So she was alone. We talked about a few things, and then I asked her if she missed her husband.
She didn’t respond, but then she looked into my eyes and said, “Yes, you know how it is without a male to support.” I nodded in agreement and, looking down, said that a woman needed a man and a man needed a woman. It was natural to miss the touch of a partner.
I said it and then realised I might have crossed my line. Surprisingly, she didn’t feel offended but instead said, “True.” She asked me if I watched movies. I told her I was not a great fan but watched it sometimes on OTT platforms.
She looked at me in surprise and asked, “What about in the movie halls?” I replied that I hardly visit movie halls and smilingly said, “I don’t find beautiful company like her to visit movie halls” She laughed and said, “Oh, Sir doesn’t have company. What about the wife?”
I replied, “I can go with my wife, but the fun of going with a girlfriend is different. She just laughed. She went to keep the mugs in the kitchen sink. This time, when she bent to pick up my mug, she did not keep her hands at the neck and gave me a sumptuous view of her cleavage.
She had worn a pair of black bras. I was elated with the view that I had just got. I heard the sound of the mugs being washed in the kitchen sink. She shouted from there, asking if I would like to watch a movie. I said, “Yes, but where?” She said, “The movie hall.
I was confused and asked if she would come along. She said, “Yes, that’s why I asked.” She further added, ” I will come but not as a girlfriend ” I laughed loudly and said, “No problem.”
The tension between us was brewing for the last 3 days. I didn’t realise what it would do that evening. She got ready. She wore a churidar, a blue one, and I loved it. I told her, “If I may say, you look gorgeous.” She smiled and said, “Let’s go.”
We got into the car, and she started driving. She told me if I was OK to watch a Tamil movie. I told her, as long as it was with her, even an Arabic movie would be fine. She laughed aloud and said, “Sir seems to be in a very good mood.”
We reached the movie hall. Surprisingly, it wasn’t full even though it was a Sunday. It was released a while ago. I insisted that I would buy the ticket. She was standing away from the counter. I whispered to the counter guy to give me corner tickets.
He said that there were no ticket numbers and that we could sit wherever we wanted to. We got into the hall. The movie started. The tension I was going through was beyond control. We sat close to each other. At one point, my left thigh touched hers. She did not bother to move her leg.
Neither of us spoke except when there was a song, and she told me that the music was good. It was intermission time. I got up, saying I would get something to eat. I went and bought a packet of popcorn and two cups of cola. The movie resumed.
Since it was only one packet, she was holding it. I would dip my hand and pick up the pops. She had held the packet very close to her chest. I took a bold decision. When picking up the pop, I chose to brush my palm against her right boob. It was the same feeling since I did not see any reaction every time.
I picked it up, and I managed to brush my palm against her boob. The popcorn was done with, and so were the drinks. I said to myself, ‘now or never’. Out of the blue, I held her right hand, which was on her lap and told her she had the best fingers in the world.
I held her fingers for some time and then clasped my hand in her palms. I saw no reaction from her. I kept pressing her palms and held them tightly. I could feel her breathing fast. I leaned towards her and said, “You are very beautiful, ma’am.”
She looked at me and said, “Liar.” I told her I was serious and that I was very attracted to her. She didn’t say anything for some time. She slowly said, “Sir, I think it is wrong.” I didn’t say anything but leaned towards her again and kissed her on the cheeks.
She didn’t look at me but said, “Sir, I think we should leave.” I was disappointed. I said, “No, we are not going to. If you don’t like it, I will not say anything. She said, “No, Sir, it is not like that. We are both professionals and should keep it professional.”
I said that we could be like that in college. No word was spoken for the next 10 minutes. I took my hand from her palm and placed it on her shoulder. I started pressing her shoulder. I then moved it towards her ear. I played with it for some time, and then I brought my hand back to her shoulder.
Her bra strap had come out of the dress. I started playing with it for some time. I then brought my hand a little down in the front. My hand was now resting on her left boob. I started squeezing it. I could feel her nipple. I pinched the nipple over the dress. I could hear a soft moan escape her lips.
I then took my hand to her left cheek, turned her towards me, pulled her towards me, and kissed her full on her lips. She didn’t open her mouth at all. I persisted in doing it. She finally yielded and opened her mouth. We French kissed for some time.
Meanwhile, I took my right hand and started squeezing her right boob. The movie was about to end. I did not have much time. I inserted my right hand through the hem of her top and took it to her bra-covered boobs and started mauling them.
I inserted my hand through the bra and played with her nipple. The nipple was thick. I hovered my fingers over her areola. Meanwhile, she had moved her right hand to my thigh. She slowly moved it to my dick and started pressing it.
The movie ended. I had taken my hand out by the time the lights turned on. We silently walked to the car. She asked me if I would take an auto to the college guest house. I nodded. She said she would drop me instead. I didn’t say anything.
We drove for some time, and then, looking at me, she said, ” Will you have dinner at my house?” I said yes, but also asked, “What about your family?” She didn’t look at me, but said that they would be staying at her uncle’s house that night.
I was excited but didn’t show it. Without looking at her, I said, “Do you realise, it could lead to something else? She just nodded but didn’t say anything.
We reached the house. I told her, “Let’s order food” She sat on the sofa and started browsing through the food delivery app. I was standing beside her. I just dropped my hand on her shoulder and started pressing it.
I then inserted my hand inside and started playing with her boobs. She said, “Sir, it is wrong” I didn’t bother to listen. I increased the pressure. She just let out a sound, “ssssss” It hurts.
She finished ordering. I sat on the ground and put my head on her lap. She started playing with my hair. I took my hand up and started squeezing her boob over the dress. She was also in the mood to play along. She kissed me on my cheeks. My head was resting near her pelvic region.
I took my hand behind and started playing with her ass. I inserted my hand through the hem again and this time played with her ass. I could feel her panty lining. I inserted my hand through the elastic of her pants and started squeezing her ass cheek. I put my hand inside her panties and held her bare ass.
I asked her how much time was left before the food would be delivered. She looked at the app and said 25 minutes. I looked at her face and said, ” I don’t think I can wait.” I got up and, holding her hand, pulled her up.
I started walking, holding her hand, towards a bedroom. She said, “Not there, Sir, that is my daughter’s room.” She started leading me towards her room. Her room was large. There was a huge bed. I made her sit on the bed. I bent down and kissed her on the lips.
I had no time for foreplay. I was too excited. I held the hem of her dress and started pulling it up. She raised her arms and helped me remove the dress. Her boobs were hidden in the black bra. I moved my forefinger in her valley and then inserted my hand inside the bra and pulled her boob out.
I started licking her nipples and then started biting them. She started moaning loudly. I made her sleep on the bed. Her legs were still outside. I held her below her knee and made her sleep properly on the bed. I slept beside her and started kissing her. Her hand had now moved to my dick. She started playing with it.
I got up and started pulling her pants down. I could see her red panties. There was a patch of wetness on her mound. I pulled the pants down completely and removed them. She was now lying in her bra and panties. I asked her if she was in the safe period. She said, “No.” I asked, ” condom?”
She nodded her head, saying no. She said, ” I will take a pill. I removed my T-shirt and jeans. I was now only in my underwear. I slept beside her and started chewing her nipple. One hand was inside her panties, playing with her clean-shaven pussy.
I put my hand behind and removed her bra. The two mounds were there in front of me to be devoured. I got up and sat on my knees, pulled her panties down. Her pussy was clean-shaven. I removed my underwear too. We were both now stark naked.
I held my dick in my hand and took it to her pussy entrance. I just hovered my dick on her entrance, but did not put it in. She took her hand to my dick and started pulling it towards her glory hole.
I wanted to tease her a little more. She looked at my face and said ” ye ulle podra” meaning (Put it inside). I understood it. I started inserting it slowly. It was tight. I understood, it was rarely used as the owner of the pussy was away for a long time.
I put it in completely, and in the missionary position, started ramming her. She held my back tightly and lifted her legs and wrapped them around my legs. She started scratching my back.
I was ramming her as though it was going to be my last fuck. I kept ramming, and then after 8 to 10 minutes, I unloaded my entire cum inside. She too had reached her orgasm by then. She held me tightly and kissed me on my cheeks.
We lay beside each other, hugging. I got up and wiped my dick with my underwear. I had just finished putting on my pants when the doorbell rang. The food had arrived. I wore my T-shirt and went to get the food.
We ate without speaking. With a heavy heart, I left her place. Before leaving, I hugged her and kissed her. She was in tears. I asked her if she was Ok. She said yes. I boarded an auto and reached the college guest house.
The next day, it was normal. We discussed the progress. During lunch, too, we didn’t speak much. She asked me if I slept well. I looked at her and said, “Yes, darling.
The next week, I left Madurai. We talk almost every day over the phone. She keeps asking me to visit her. I am waiting for the right time to meet my love again. I don’t know if what I did was right, but every minute I spent with her is memorable.
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