An Erotic Tale Of Lust And Love
Coffee shops can be a perfect place to find hungry women, even sex hungry. All you got to do is have some courage to talk to the woman you want to share your bed with. I fetish women who are elder to me not because I don’t love younger but because they ooze with all the sexiness in the world and lovely curves. Before we take a ride into our story, here is a short description of me. I am Harsha primed in the late 20s of my life. My mind is a crazy sex palace with amazing fantasies and I trained my body for endurance. I live in Hyderabad and that’s where I found a lovely woman with whom I had the most memorable love making session ever. I ordered my coffee and sat in the corner which is my usual hideout. Two things I look for are the boobs and lipstick. The bigger the boobs and darker the lipstick, my cock would be dancing in my pants. It was last summer and my schedule was going on as usual when this woman walked through the doors. She wore a flamboyant pink shirt with tight trousers. Her lips were bright red and boobs on the heavier side. Her heels made her look taller. She let her hair loose and was wearing an ID card of an IT company. She must have come from the office and ordered a strong decaf. I kept looking at her and struggled to control my cock which is already putting up a fight. She was savouring her coffee with a nice smile when I thought I would try my luck out. I quickly moved to her table and asked whether she knew anyone by name X who works in her company. She was startled at first but she smiled and said no. I introduced myself and I kept staring at her lips while she uttered the name ‘Manvitha’. I could smell her strong perfume. We had a nice little funny conversation and I gathered all the courage in the world to ask her if I could meet her again. She was quite open and gave me her phone number and she left after paying the bill. I texted her later that night and we talked for a good long time. That’s when I came to know that she’s separated from her husband and lives alone. She had a daughter who comes twice in a week. She sent the pictures and she was adorable. Four months passed by and we grew a nice rapport between us since that incident. We talked regularly and I visited her apartment frequently. My heart yearned for her with the time passed by and I always masturbated whenever I was in her apartment. I had mixed feelings for her. My lust to share the bed with her filled my heart. She used to try the sarees we bought together and flaunt her curves and asked me if she was not sexy enough to have a man in her life. She didn’t know that I crushed my erect cock between my thighs while she asked this question! I didn’t find the right moment. One weekend, she called me and asked if I could find some time. It was her daughter’s birthday the next day and she wanted to celebrate it in her apartment. We decorated the house and I took a quick nap. She woke me up and asked me to get ready as she wanted to buy a saree for the event. She looked even sexier without all the makeup. Her lips small but puffy enough. She was wearing a pink salwar kameez. Her skin tone was such that anything would fit her perfectly. She was quite excited about the birthday and chose the perfect things. She was jumping in joy and I was unable to control her. When we reached out to her car in the parking lot, she was excited like a baby. I was carrying the bags and she was unaware of her surroundings. Some maniac drove recklessly and she hadn’t noticed. I dropped the bags and pulled her as the car passed by. She fell on me and I could feel the heavy breaths on my chest. I cursed the driver and suddenly, I could feel her grasping my shirt tightly. She was scared and closed her eyes. I could feel her boobs on my body. She was breathing heavily but my mind was trapped between two things. I placed my arms around her and hugged her strongly. My cock started to feel the heat and grew harder. She was shivering with fear and I pulled her too close and kissed on her head. Her body smelled amazing that moment even though it was the same perfume. I wrapped her even tighter and rubbed her back. She became calm and started to hug me back and she looked at me. She was smiling and suddenly, she kissed on my chest. She pressed her head strongly into my chest and fell upon me freely. I could feel the weight of her body. I held her head and looked into her eyes. She lifted herself up and brought those lips to mine. I placed my lips on hers and she closed her eyes in pleasure. My cock, now harder, got crushed between our bodies. We kissed slowly and I could feel her warm breath. Then, we departed from that kiss and she hugged me again. I noticed her blushing all the way. We didn’t talk through the journey. But she held my hand as we walked into her flat. I could sense a difference in the way she walked. Her ass cheeks were huge and were swaying while she walked before me. Nothing happened after and she made my favourite dish for dinner. I ate and started to watch cricket. She asked me if I needed some water and I said yes. I was so immersed in the match that I didn’t notice her coming and she stood there beside me. I was shocked to see her in a sleeping robe. It barely covered her thighs and I could see her milky huge thighs. She moved a bit closer and I could see her pantie. She cleared her throat and handed me the bottle. Only this time, I wasn’t trying to cover my cock which already made a tent. She sat beside me wearing the same lipstick which I saw on our first meet. I asked her what’s the matter. She said nothing and smiled and sat beside me closer than usual. I can see her cleavage which hasn’t calmed down my cock. She kept giggling and moved a bit closer. I put my arm around her and she put her head on my chest. She looked at me once in a while and smiled. She kept on moving slowly putting her leg on mine.