My lovely Pen Friend.
Dear friends, I am the same person who had earlier published a story titled “Milking the Neighbor” at this site. After publishing the story I had been flooded with mails from a lot of readers. This story relates to one of those readers. Let us call her Silu. Obviously to hide her true identity I have just coined this name for this story.First let me introduce myself to my new readers, I am a married person of 36 yrs of age from Orissa staying near Talcher- Angul Industrial and mining belt. I am average build with 5’9″ height and good enough physique and personality for any woman to give a secret second glance with a cold sigh. In spite of the initial flings in my pre-married life , after my marriage I had been a very devoted husband and had not given any reason for my wife to complain. But sometimes I put before my wife jokingly that if given an opportunity I shall not hesitate to have an one-night-stand with a willing woman, but on the condition that there will be no emotional involvement. But I did not have an inkling that this joke was going to be true in my life so soon. After writing the earlier story and publishing it at this site I got a lot of mails. Some of them wanted my address, some others wanted a physical relation ship and one man even sent me an invitation to rape his aunty (with a photograph of the lady also) as she has a fantasy of getting raped and informed to this man her desire during a sexual intercourse with this guy. All among this overflow of mails there was a neat and small mail from a lady who wanted a pen friendship with me on a condition of anonymity. The geniunity in the letter of this lady attracted me and I started my correspondences with her. She was a lady from Mumbai and had a happy family life. Gradually our correspondences became quite intimate and we started talking about everything under the sun. We had a lot of exchanges on the topics of sex also. We gradually became aware of the physical desires of each other. But here it may again be emphasized that we were totally ignorant of each other’s real identity. But here came the real twist in this never ending talk.Recently about six months back I had an official tour to Mumbai for 6 days. In my correspondences with the lady, Silu, I informed her about my impending journey and that I shall not be available for answering her mails for about a week due to this. But I did not know then that I was going to answer her personally within that week.After about two days of my tour, in the evening while I was taking bath in my room in my usual hotel on Juhu Beach, there was the buzzing of the intercom in the bathroom . The hotel receptionist was asking me whether I was expecting anybody, as one lady was making enquiries taking my name and should she send the lady to my room. I was taken by surprise, as I was not knowing anybody at Mumbai and also not expecting anybody. Hence I thought this lady may be searching for some other person having the same name. But curiously I asked the receptionist to send the lady to my room. Immediately I dried myself and put on a T shirt and shorts. While I was combing my hair there was the buzzing of the call bell. I opened the door and got stunned. There was a stunningly beautiful woman of about 27 years age standing wearing a very decent and choice able salwar suit of deep bottle green color. Her shoulder length hair was open. There was a line of sindur in her hair partition indicating her marital status. She was carrying herself with dignity with a touch of aristocracy. I was feeling naked before her in my casual attire. I introduced myself and asked her how can I be of any help to her. To this she just told her email address and my own personal email address. I realized that this is my dearest pen friend Silu.For some minutes I was totally speechless. I just let her into the room in my stupor. I then closed the door and embraced her in my happiness. She was also quite happy to see Me. She then narrated me how she searched through my previous mails and found out from a mail where I had mentioned about this hotel where I usually stay during my Mumbai tour. Her painstaking attempt to trace me out made me so happy that I kissed her on her lips on an impulse. She did not mind that. Then we started talking . But the gradual sexual tension between us was building up. After some time we both fell silent while just keeping on looking at each other. After a few moments we both moved into each other and had a tight embrace. I then put my lips on her and she kept her eyes closed while responding to my advances. I tried to open her lips through my tongue and after an initial hesitation she parted her lips and let me in. While I was enjoying the french kissing , my right hand became alive and started wandering over the sensuous body . Finally it reached her soft breasts. I was surprised to find the breast so soft. At that time my left hand was stroking her firm buttocks. Silu’s hands also started moving on cue and finally her right hand rested on my heart and her left hand was stroking my buttocks. A palpable heat was building up between us . After about 15 minutes we parted. Our faces were flushed and there was desire in both our eyes which was gradually driving out all the inhibitions that were left in us. After looking into her eyes for a moment and getting silent affirmation from it I started removing her dupatta from her shoulders. She had them pinned to her dress. I removed them slowly. The deep v-neck of the dress was making a bad attempt at concealing her deep cleavage. I put a kiss on her cleavage and then pulled down the zipper of the dress. From the opening of the backside zipper the black colored bra straps were visible then . The sight was making me quite excited over prospects of the ensuing sex citing evening. Then I removed her Punjabi over her head. Till then she was just standing there like a manequin in the shop window.