The Toy & The Tormentor
A JJ Submission: Hello to all my readers, this is JJ from Chennai reaching out to you with a hot & horny personal experience that well defined and very truly matches the heading above. “The Toy & the Tormenter” I was normal just like any other kid of the block during my school & college days, listening and reading third rated porn books that came my way. Let me tell you there came loads and loads of them, I had a huge collection until a faithful Good Friday when parents cleaned my cupboard the horrible feeling I underwent can never be described in words. Of course, like all of my age guys I used feel horny for women who were fit enough to be my mother when it comes to their age. It was a long list from my nursery school teacher to the next door neighbor aunty well into her 40’s. I guess that’s normal during the adolescent and youngster phase in the life of a average male, what’s abnormal about this that it continues even to this day while well into my later side of 30’s. Quickly returning to the crux when I joined a modular kitchen company & the time I am talking is not recently the very term modular kitchen wasn’t known to ordinary middle class customers. In my case it was precisely the creamy layer of the society alone had any idea about the product I was asked to sell. Trying to locate the ‘O’ block in Anna Nagar was no joke on a hot and humid day in the month of May 1993, confused and totally given up I parked my two wheeler on the then deserted but a cool shady Avadi Road. With a benevolent postman passing me finally helped me locate ‘O’ block and designated address where I was expected for a product pitch, the granite floor assisted by the timely sea breeze made me feel I was entering the heavenly door & I was entering the heaven since before me stood a sexy Goddess in her mid 40’s draped in the best of imported night dress as it was called those days. “Hello?” she said. “Hello.” I replied, standing at her front door handing her one of my business cards. “I’m Chris and I’m a representative of the kitchen Remodeling Company. I was asked to meet you for a product introduction based on your inquiry, I could show you some of the things we have done for people and see if you might like to use our services preferred over our competitors.” “Sure. Come on in. I’m Geetha.” she said, pushing the door open. As I started to step into her house, I was struck by the way her house was planned and built & of course the robe she was dressed with too made my cock stiff.! She was wearing a yellow & black print night dress that stood in stark contrast to her fair skin. She did have a neat and trim body, she had broad hips and as she walked away from me, I had to admit I admired the roundness of her back. I’d gotten just a flash of her breasts and they were visible through the first two unbuttoned front opening. I felt an instant growing in my cock. I followed her into the living room. She sat on one end of a sofa facing a tea table. I started to sit across from her but she patted the sofa and said, “Sit here so you can show me your things, smarty.” So I sat on the cushion next to her and spread my display books out on the table. When she sat forward to look at the first opened book, things seemed to change. She had been sitting demurely but when she leaned forward to look at the books, her knees spread apart and her legs pressed against mine. I talked about the first page and of remodeling an ancient kitchen. I got ready to turn the page but when I reached for it, my hand brushed her left breast. I was immediately concerned but she never showed any indication that she had even noticed. When I brought my hand back, Geetha had put her left elbow on her left knee, limiting the space I could move my hand and not only did it brush her tit again but my palm wound up resting on her thigh. I talked about the two pages of pictures, some before and some after the conversation to modular kitchen to show what we had accomplished. When I got to the point of turning the next page, Geetha just waited for me and when my hand again brushed her tit both going and coming and landed on her thigh, she again made no indication of noticing, although I thought there might have been just a tad more arch to her back … so now it was even harder to turn the pages without touching Geetha. The next time I turned a page and drew my hand back, Geetha leaned further forward, pressing her left knee more into my leg and spreading her legs further. This time my palm rested on a softer, fleshier part of her thigh, higher than before. Still Geetha made no indication of noticing it. I went through my folder on those two pages and reached to turn to the next one. On the way back, my hand really dragged against Geetha’s heavy tit and I rested my palm just a little higher on her thigh. I started talking about the product pictured but my mind was elsewhere. I let my little finger move backward and it brushed the spot very close to her cunt. Geetha had to know it was there but she seemed totally absorbed in the pictures. Once more I reached to turn the page and when I drew my hand back, I planted my palm over her cunt. This time, Geetha lay back against the sofa, her legs splayed wide and her eyes closed. She said, “Go ahead. Tell me about this project.” But her eyes remained closed and the look on Geetha’s face was one of pure lust. I began talking slowly about the projects and rubbing her pussy through the thin cloth just as slowly. If Geetha gave any indication of what I was doing, it was to try to open her legs wider. By the time I had gotten halfway through talking about the pictures, my fingers had worked on thin satin night dress to one side and then plowed into Geetha’s crevasse unimpeded by the night dress. I teased her clitty out of its hiding place and it stood up strong and proud.