Fucking neighborhood milf Samara - Part 1
I am from Bangalore, working for a top consultant firm. This is an encounter from the past few months and is still continuing. The protagonist of the story is Samara, a 37-year-old working lady in my neighborhood. I have seen her once in a while around the colony. But I never really had a chance to have a conversation with her until one day when things started changing slowly for good. Samara was an outright ravishingly beautiful, elegant, and bold woman with a hot body and an equally sexy personality. She was always well dressed in all be it her crisp suits, gorgeous sarees, or the Western gym/normal Western outfits she wore. I saw her in the lift on her way to the office in her western formals wearing a beige shirt translucent and tight dark grey skirt in her hourglass figure where I only exchanged pleasant smiles. My mind was blown by what I saw and the sweet smell of her Victoria’s Secret. I could notice her bra straps that were colorful from the inside. There I stood right in the morning with the freshness of this milf’s juicy body and a half-boner striking me right before some high-profile work that was to be handled that morning in the office. I just told myself to hold my horses and make conversations only if it would be worthy and engaging. Her hair was tied up in a bun and she was carrying a few office files close to her chest which made her valley even more accentuated. With the pale pink bra visible, I started imagining the pants she’d be wearing and how honey-soaked it’d become when she got into the mood! Luck favored me soon in the parking lot this time while I was still in my office formals. She had returned from the grocery store and clearly needed an extra hand to help. Samara was wearing loose pajamas and a tight t-shirt. God, what was pooping out of her upper body can never be overlooked on any day by me. The pajama though loose was tight around the perfect butt to leave the lining of the panty to be seen if one put in the effort to. It was an apple-green t-shirt and polka-dotted peach-colored pants. Basically, the colors were like some Japanese pop candies that could be eaten right away. Dhruv: Hey! Mind if I help you with the extra weight so that you wouldn’t break a sweat? Samara: Hey, that’s really nice of you. Are you sure? The milf had a beautiful voice and even better English. The sort that seduces you into bed even if you had fucked the whole day. Dhruv: I am more than sure. Samara (laughed): Thank you so much (in that sweet voice). We carried the luggage into the lift to realize we had filled 85% of the space inside and overall, it was quite heavy. Samara: Don’t know how many rounds I’ve had to do if you hadn’t been for me. Dhruv: That’s perfectly fine. I couldn’t put a damsel in distress and acted and treated her like I never knew she was married. Her stats were 36C-33-37. She blushed cunningly and said, “Is that how you speak to a married woman?” Although I took that as a compliment, Dhruv: Are you speaking about some hypothetical woman here? She still continued to smile and checked out my broad shoulders and in a low voice, she said – Samara: I’m talking about myself. This was the time I took note of the butt as she stood in front of me in the lift. A few more elderly people walked into the lift. Samara stepped back and her shoulders were touching my chest. For a bold confident woman, she was she just kept it there and didn’t move so that the others in the lift had enough space around. Since her shoulders were already making contact, it only meant the milf’s butt was rubbing me in glimpses (consciously or unconsciously). I didn’t wanna risk what was at stake and as a gentleman, I was still intoxicated by the perfume she was wearing. This time, it was some green tea-flavored perfume (later revealed). Dhruv: I wouldn’t have guessed remotely if you hadn’t told me. Samara: That’s alright. What if you had offered to help me fix you had known this earlier? Dhruv: I’d have definitely given a hand since the amount of things looked like it needed help (extended my hand in motion). Samara (held my wrist and said): That’s really sweet of you. My milf neighbour entered her house and invited me up for coffee. Then she removed her hair bun and made herself comfortable with the free-flowing gorgeous hair of her. Then she lit up the diffuser. I was still checking out her big bubble butt that was jiggling right in front of me. It was just a few points short of Norah Fatehi’s bum. I don’t think she had any intentions to seduce me at that moment. But it looked like she really yearned to talk and have some good company at home. Other than having the natural flirty tone when she spoke, her eyes constantly checking out my body. I started talking about my football hobby and how it kept me fit irrespective of the gym or not. She went to point the little baby fat around her arms and asked me to accompany her to the gym once in a while to help out with things and keep good company. Saying this, the milf came in front of me and bent to pick up the TV remote. I wanted to slap that ass right there. I started grinding her from behind, but nothing of the sort happened. I was trying to get her pantyline, but I think it was a thin silky panty inside which didn’t leave an impression really. Her bubble butt was protruding towards me and my member was tingled inside my pants. It was an amazing curvature like some medium-sized water melons thick and inside her tight dress. She spoke about her gym routine and asked me to accompany her to help her out sometime. I spoke promptly and said: I too need to work on my pump and form. I’d give some private one-on-one classes for you. She gave a subtle half-naughty smile for it. Then she switched on some sports channel and moved to the kitchen to make coffee.