Traditional Anupama’s Glance to an Unforgettable Kiss – Part 2

Traditional Anupama’s Glance to an Unforgettable Kiss - Part 2
Hi, Madhan here—an unapologetic erotic storyteller. Thanks to all ISS readers for your eager feedback. If you’re seeking secret thrills—girls, women, couples—find me on Hangouts or email at [email protected]. Total anonymity guaranteed. Continuing the story, my (Madhan’s) eyes were disturbed and couldn’t shut the whole night. My fingers restlessly typed many different kinds of messages to Anupama, but couldn’t press the send button. My thoughts were filled with Anupama’s trembling moan, soft, spongy boobs, and the relentless, long kiss milking her thick lips. The taste of Anu’s saliva remained on my lips. The smell of her body still lingered around my nose. My dick was repeatedly hard and busy with multiple arousals, spilling juice nonstop all night. Her unfulfilled yearning glance lingered in my mind as she bid me goodbye. The next morning, my sleepless eyes yearned and waited for Anupama’s arrival. Fuck, Anu’s husband had accompanied her to the bus stop. Usually, her husband would leave after dropping her off, but that day, he stayed, talking and chatting with her. Anupama’s eyes glanced teasingly in my direction. Oh God, her cajoled eyes gave me goosebumps. I had no idea why her husband stayed until the school bus arrived. Anu teasingly blew a flying kiss to her husband as the bus moved away. Later, her eyes met mine, taunting. I hated it. I felt awkward watching Anupama’s husband. He was tall, fair, with chubby cheeks. Honestly, he looked much smarter and better-looking than I was. His eyes darted toward me. I quickly finished my tea and rushed home. Without thinking, I typed, “I hate you.” As if Anupama could read the reason behind my message, she replied with a laughing emoji, “Hey Loafer. I couldn’t sleep all night because of you. I still can’t believe I kissed you in public at the park. Oh God!” I replied, “Hey Anu, your saliva taste is still on my lips”. She replied with a shy-faced emoji, “Chi. Hogo. I have classes now. Bye”. My eyes eagerly roamed on the mobile screen, waiting for her messages. I planned our second meeting for the next day itself. reach The second meet. Anupama chose to come by auto. I reached the restaurant early and occupied a seat as private as possible. But still, I could only hold her soft, delicate hands. My eyes couldn’t leave her cute, pretty face. Anupama looked different in every outfit she wore. Maybe it was my desire for her that made her look hot and cute in everything. She handed me her lunchbox. Inside was my favourite mutton biryani, made by her for me. I was amazed by her gesture. We ordered more food, ate, and chatted for a long time. Just normal conversation—nothing explicitly intimate. But our eyes… they spoke unspoken words, filled with teasing starvation. She, too, seemed eager—waiting for the right moment, the right place. To let the tension between us finally explode for the bang bang. I played with her fingers, her bangles, her watch. Anupama scrutinised me with her fiery eyes that burned with muted desire. After lunch, inside the washroom. I hugged her tightly from behind, shoving my hard shaft onto her smooth, dense, pulpy ass. Resting her head backwards, Anu melted, losing herself in the moment. While leaving, I uttered these lines in her ear, “Oye, Anu, Ninna tara tara bahala tara yella tara nan tunne sustago vargu ninna keibeku. Ninna rasabaritha dehadha ondondu anu anu vannu nanna tuti savibeku. Bega plan madu.” (Oye, Anu, I want to fuck you in all the possible positions until my dick gets tired. My lips want to taste every bit of your body.) She never expressed anger; instead, her eyes spilt expectation and unspoken appetite. On her way back, I expected her to bring up the words I had said—but she never did. Instead, she stuck to casual questions, asking how the biryani was, whether I liked it—simple things like that. That day, I could never have imagined that this traditional, homely Anu would be so horny and slutty until we met later in the hotel. I asked her for the third meet, half-expecting she might deny. But to my surprise, she agreed immediately. The fire and the urge were burning equally strong in both of us. Third meet. I took her to a local theatre for an afternoon show. The theatre was almost empty; you could count the number of people. We entered the theatre separately but found seats close to each other, tucked away in a hidden corner. I noticed that only one person could see us, and even he would have to turn around to do so. I was surprised by her appearance. The day before, at the restaurant, she wore a saree which was graceful, elegant, and somehow captivating. But now she wore a churidhar. The moment we settled in, I turned around, grabbed her chubby cheek, and started kissing her cheeks. Anupama pushed my face away, telling, “Madhan, watch the movie.” I stopped the kissing and sat upright, watching the movie. My eyes adjusted to the dark theatre. After a few seconds, I turned to catch Anupama staring at me. Her warm breath flaring out of her nostrils as her eyes stared at me wantingly. I couldn’t resist. I grabbed her cheek and locked my lips with hers. Anupama’s lips were bloody red with lipstick. The first lip lock was hurried, with our lips fighting to eat each other and tongues travelling into each other’s lips to be sucked dry. I stopped, waited, and continued the kiss slowly and passionately. My lips sucked her lower lip, then allowed her lip to suck mine. I pushed my tongue into her lips to be sucked, and then allowed her to poke her juicy tongue into my lips to be suced dry. Her thin hands unbutton the top two buttons of my shirt and explore inside. Her nails poke into my chest as my lips suck and slightly bite her lips. My hard hands brush onto her soft boobs over the chudidhar. Damned, my fingers felt her erect, pointy nipples. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Hey bra hakilva. (not wearing)” “Chi. I removed before reaching the theatre,” saying this, she continued to eat my lips. Our lips were not getting bored with sucking. My hands felt sweaty over her neck. The day was very hot. We sat at a corner with less airflow. My lips moved from her juicy lips to suck her sweating neck. My rough hands were squeezing and milking her enormous, round melons. Her boobs were firm and round. Her nipples were hard and were trying to poke out of her churidhar. My busy hands shifted from her heavy boobs to her fatty, wavy navel. I massage and squeeze her soft navel. My finger then reaches her belly button. As my middle finger enters her belly button, a low moan escapes from Anupama’s lips, “Ah, Madhan.” I drenched my fingers by poking my finger into her mouth and continued to tease her belly button (massaging, circling, and pushing the finger in). Then I moved my finger slowly below the belly button. I repeated this a few times before pulling loose the lace of her pants. Anupama’s fingers were playing with my nipples. Oh god, forgetting the movie, we both were deeply into each other. Anu guides my wrist towards her pussy. At that moment, I realised the reason for the dress code. I remembered that I tried to reach her pussy in the park. But her saree was so tight I couldn’t touch her pussy. That’s the reason she wore the chudidhar. I was sure by that time that she wasn’t wearing any panties. I taste her lips again. This time, after tasting, my lips travel to her ears. I tease with the tip of the tongue around her ear. I slide my hand into her pants, reaching the pussy, and my lips catch her earlobe. A momentary pleasure-filled moan escaped Anu’s lips. Her finger pokes into the bare chest, squeezing my skin. Oh god, her pussy with just growing hairs roughly poked my fingers. I massage her pussy before reaching the pussy lips. I could feel slimy juice already oozing out of the pussy lips. I wipe the juice and pull out the finger. I watch right into the eyes of Anupama. And lick the juice off my fingers. She slips her hand into mine and pulls me into a sideways hug with the sides of her mountainous boobs cramming my shoulders. I poked my hand into her pants again. This was the time I started getting hints of the slutty and horny side of Anupama, but not fully. The moment I poke my finger into her pussy, she tightly clasps my shoulders. I kissed her nose and gently slid my fingers in and out of her pussy lips. I pull out my finger and drench it with saliva. This time, my finger fucks her pussy severely until Anu spreads her legs wide apart and spills her orgasm. We were both sweating profusely. Wiping my fingers, I walk out to buy some cold drinks. We stop the act and watch the movie. My hands continued to play with her huge boobs all the time. I madly wanted Anu’s thick lips over the rim of my thick shaft, but I never knew her taste. She might not like it. After the interval, I noticed her hands playing over my belly. I read her clue and placed Anu’s hand over my bulging cock. Her hands, after feeling my nervous dick, withdraw from embracing my dick. I placed her soft hand for a second time. Oh, it feels so nice, her soft hand on my cock. This time, she massages gently, feeling the length of my cock. As the movie was nearing the end. I felt wanting and more and more. I grabbed her cheek and kissed her wildly. She wanted to walk out of the movie before the lights came on. I utter, “I never feel like I’m completed, and I even wanted you to take my cock”. She replied, “Ah ah.” A last kiss, a taste of her tongue, and a feel of her ass as she walks with her round ass cheeks swaying sideways. After she left, I too walked behind her at a distance. I bid her bye after she boards the auto. She texted, “You wanted but never gave that in my mouth.” I felt hornier on missing that part; I felt she was much more than the ritualistic traditional bit. I cheekishly replied, “You’ve got to wait.” She replied, “Ah. Ah. You wanted that,” and she never continued on this topic. Our bodies so badly needed each other that the next day we booked a hotel and fucked. Guys, I wanted to complete the story in part 2. Until the final part. Thank you, all ISS readers.