Ecstasy
Hello readers, hope this story finds you in perfect horny mood. Even otherwise JJ is all set to take you into the extreme realms of worldly pleasure. The world is full of pleasure & it is for you to choose unfortunately we seek pain than pleasure. We sacrifice all, what is abundantly filled in this world and instead seek an unknown treasure which we are not even sure if it really exists. This is a journey into the blissful love making the only pleasure which is at most that we can experience. Just think those wonderful moments while we ejaculate, now close your eyes place a hand across your heart and think if there is anything to better those lingering moments. The confluence of two melts into one Sanjula stood motionless reverie has overtaken her. Not really even reverie, just blankness in her mind that calms her soul. The feeling is nothing bad, nothing good. Contentment maybe? Contentment is a good descriptive word for what she is feeling. She is standing on the third floor balcony of her plush three bedroom apartment overlooking the Bay of Bengal Injambakkam Chennai. The waves peak and crash on the shoreline it was a perfect no moon day and at eleven the strong breeze silenced the occasional roar of a car engine on the ECR. Somewhere in the distance the blockbuster Shivaji’s song travelled unevenly the strong breeze playing havoc with the sound waves. Yes, she is content & at 47 she easily passed on 30, 5.7 tall trim and peck was her heavenly body breast and her ass easily the assets of this matured Goddess. Sanjula closed her eyes and takes a deep breath and releases it feeling any leftover tension leaving her body. The gin and lime cordial over ice in her hand relaxes her even further and she takes a sip. It is warm burning down her throat and she doesn’t think she could be any happier at the moment. A gust of wind yet again the broken waves of the audio comes her way and fades away, changes directions and blows straight into her face making her long black hair a definite ownership of the Keralite women float behind her and then land again, the tips settling on the small of her back. This makes her feel sexy and she poises her face parallel to the sky so the end of her hair falls just on her ass. Sanjula remains in this position for several minutes, enjoying the nothingness. Suddenly, moist lips touch the side of her neck and she cocks her head further to the left allowing easier access. She stands perfectly still with instant chill bumps racing up her spine. A small sigh escapes her lips while her eyes remain closed. His tongue makes a small circle on her neck and she unknowingly shivers. He slowly begins kissing her, moving towards the back of her neck. He moves so slowly, barely touching her skin. Sanjula feels one hand caressing her hair then a second hand. He lifts her hair completely from her back and continues kissing her. Down, down, directly in the center of her back, making her skin twitch and move against his lips, he having full control over her. Sanjula breathes more heavily now, wanting this to last forever, until the kissing stops, and her hair falls back into position. His 30thish two strong arms encircle her waist and slightly squeeze as he buries his face into her hair and he breathes in the cleanliness deeply. His hands move slowly and deliberately up and down her hips, down her outer thighs, and back up to her waist. Her knees become weak and her head is leaning back against his chest and shoulder. She doesn’t realize her drink is being removed from her hand and placed aside. Nothing is hurried and the slowness and gentle spot caresses are really turning her on. Sanjula feels like she is floating with the waves. No energy needed and just floating. Two rough hands enclose her breasts and she can feel his hot breath on her neck. He shudders and closes the distance between his front and her back. They are now one. His hardness is against her ass, his shuddering becoming stronger. Sanjula places her now free hands over his and arches her back against him, enjoying his strong feel yet gentle embraces. Her nipples are fully erect and he uses the pads of his fingers to stroke them, around and around. As his hands move in circles, she starts moving her hips in circles mimicking his rhythm against his firm manliness. She can only slightly moan in response, knowing that words are not needed at the moment, just his human touch. His right hand moves away from her breast and slowly traces a path downward, sometimes circling back up and then moving further down each time until it reaches her throbbing pussy. He is teasing her. His index finger slightly strokes her clit and then moves back up. Again and again just barely making contact and then moving away. She is fully leaning against him now, her body making movements with each flick of his finger. His left hand is continually caressing and gently pinching her nipple, while his right hand is playing a tune on her clit, on and off again. Sanjula is so turned on and about ready to place her hand over his so he couldn’t move away, so she could enjoy his hand to orgasm, when he stops all touching. Both of his hands are removed from her tingling body. She is about to turn around in protest when she feels both hands slip under the front of floral soft panties, one finger strokes her button and then plunges into her wetness, then back out. She moans deeply and she can tell he is extremely turned on by all this. His breathing becoming even more rapid against her shoulder, both of them naturally turned on. She raises her arms and wraps them around his neck, providing stability in her weak position. He knows she is nearing orgasm so he thrusts two fingers inside of her dripping pussy and pinches her nipple between two fingers at the same time. The pitch of their moving hips seems to match the crashing of the waves, a slow mesmerizing pulse.