Jiv - My Official Pussylicker
Jiv desired me for long time, I could see in his eyes. He had a special look into his eyes, they say a lot to me, but he didn’t at least not initially. I admired my own hips. I know that they are perfectly shaped- it’s slightly bigger compared to my body or age and the best thing is that it was a perfect round without any stretch marks. I overheard some guys in metro “the bitch hides a pair of Tanpura under her tights”. When I walk my butt does a rhythmic dance. This bought fire in many men’s head as well as Jiv’s. It had occurred numerous times when we crossed each other in our office floor. He used to turn for a glimpse or walk behind me just to see the million dollar dance. The Bonner the men used to get watching my ass or imagining their shaft between the cracks made us girls giggle. During entrance queue while punching ID card I had seen Jiv adjusting his own hip little lower imagining fucking me from behind. His eyes ogled over my butts but I never gave him any chance to grab them how much he wanted. While talking to me, Jiv never used to look into my eyes. His eyes moved over my lips which were as juicy as orange colored Slice bottles tempting him to “HAVE ME” in those Delhi’s summer heat. It is needless to say that my plum boobs are in contrast to my lips and boobs. Neel correctly described my body as “Sand Glass” in his last story “ https://www.indiansexstories3.com/group/three-badsha-one-begam-foursome ”. Though I always had put an air of supremacy but deep down I knew I am weak for Jiv who was my subordinate in office. It was in the month of July and Delhiites are already tired of long summer heat. Though I leave office around 4pm, I had some work in office so I had to work for late. When I left office there were still few people working or chatting. The distance between my office and nearest bus stand is around 10 minutes. Generally we ladies make a group and walk till the bus stand as the place was deserted. But that day all had left so I started to walk alone. In mid-way the unpredictable Delhi rain started pouring. I didn’t want to take any chance of running as I was wearing a white Chutidar and heals. Moreover with my curved assets I didn’t want to give those passers by a gala time. I walked as fast as possible but till I reach the bus stand I was completely drenched in rain as I was not carrying any umbrella. The water was dripping from my hair over my body to the floor. My deep cleavage, my white navel, my belly were all visible as the wet white churidar clinked onto my body. 15 minutes had passed and still there was no sign of any bus. Just then Jiv pulled over his Avenger 220 which he has bought recently. Jiv – What happened? Me – Waiting for bus, got late due to some work. Jiv – Bus won’t come in this rain. Hop on, I’ll drop you. For which i said no. He hopped down from his bike and said he won’t leave without me in this condition and would drop me in his bike or would wait till bus arrives as people around me are not good. I didn’t notice before but I gazed around and confirmed that Jiv was not lying. Though in this situation if alone I would have felt insecure but in his presence I enjoyed those hungry eyes craving for my body. The caring voice of athletic Jiv, those hungry eyes of men around ogling at me, my wet body and the rain made a tickle under my panty. Dopamine released as well as my juices in my panty. This made me be a bit bold and I closed my distance with Jiv. Me – Why do you want to take the trouble? Jiv – It’s not a trouble; it would be a pleasure to serve my queen (He started turning bold). Me – Acchaaaa ji…. I said (with a blush). Jiv – You don’t know but I’m a big fan of yours, he said. Me – I know dear. Jiv – You know!!!! Who told you? Jiv asked curiously. Me – No one!!!! I understand. We girls have that sense. Jiv – Great. Now hop on my bike. I’ll drop you, he said. Rain was still drizzling but I did not care and sat as far as possible as I could in his Cruiser. It would take around an hour to reach my home. I wanted to chat but I did not want to show it to him, so I kept quiet. Jiv – Why are you quiet? Me – What do you want to hear? I could hardly hear him because of the wind and I was shivering in cold. My hair flew all over in my face which felt good. Jiv – Come closer towards me, you won’t feel cold I came close to him and he picked up the speed and i had to put my arms around his waist. My wet boobs pressed his back and I’m sure he was on cloud nine. I could sense that his snake was waking up from hibernation. Jiv – Tell me anything. I love to hear your sweet voice. Me – My voice is not sweet. Jiv – Your voice is as sweet as your body. Me – You haven’t tasted my body, how do you know. Both our voices started to crack in rain, cold wind and excitement. Jiv – Would gladly confirm if you allow me to. Me – Chup raho badmash…. ( & I gently gave a pat on his hairy chest) There was a huge traffic as we reached near AIIMS. Jiv – Why are you shivering? Me – Cold Jiv – Let me take you to my flat. It’s just 10 minutes from here. You can dry yourself and leave when the rain stops and traffic clears. Me – Ok We reached his flat and I was amazed to see how beautifully he had arranged his 2 bhk small flat. During my college days I use to visit some friends room which used to be a mess but this was complete opposite. We removed our wet shoes and sandals. He moved in his bedroom and brought one of his t-shirt and shorts for me to change. He pointed towards the washroom and said I should change or I may catch cold. Me – Yes Sir, as you command (I mocked him by saying “Sir” as in office being my junior he has to address me as “Ma’am”) I stripped naked and changed into the clothes given by Jiv. But the problem was that the T-shirt was too tight.