Wild sex in Goa with a stranger milf from airport
Hi guys, I am back with yet another escapade, which was unplanned. For those reading for the first time, I am Amit, 42, married, living in Mumbai and a marketing professional. It was a break from routine, which landed me in Goa. Me and three other friends decided to chill for a few days and what better place than Goa? My flight from Mumbai was a pleasant one and soon I arrived at Dabolim airport, Goa. While we waited for the luggage at the belt, I couldn’t help but notice a woman in front, with her back towards me. She was wearing a one-piece knee-length dress and had waist-length hair with light streaks. About 5.5 in height, she had a nice figure, which kept me occupied while I waited. She seemed to be in her 30s. As the bags arrived, everyone gathered closer to the belt waiting to identify theirs. This milf was still in front of me, albeit much closer, as I stood right behind her, admiring the rear. Suddenly, her bag came and she picked it up. That being a heavy bag, she lost her balance and was about to fall backward, when instantly I raised my hands and caught her! She fell into my arms and was startled. That was when I saw her beautiful face, with a light red lipstick, and lovely eyes and I got a whiff of her perfume. “Are you alright”, I asked. “Thanks a lot”, she said while gathering herself back on her feet and smiling. I handed her the bag and smiled back. “Take care”, I said as she walked towards the exit. My eyes didn’t come off her and made me elated when she looked back and smiled again. Alas! She was gone and I cursed myself for not making enough of the opportunity to talk to her. However, it was a rush-rush moment and I too had to leave for our hotel. We arrived, rested and it was time to hit the beach in the evening. My friends wanted to have fun in the water so they went and I was relaxing at the shack with a beer. I heard some giggles behind me. I was sure in luck when I turned back to have a look. Some women were laughing and amongst them was this damsel from the airport. I just stood there watching her and her eyes fell on me. “Hi”, she exclaimed. I replied to her greeting, “Hey, good to see you here. Hope you haven’t tripped again.” “How could I, when you weren’t around to save me from falling?” was her instant reply. And the girls started laughing. “Well, to fall again why don’t you join me for some beers?” I said. “Ah, so this time do you intend to fall?”, she asked. “Well, I’m knocked off my feet already!” I remarked. “Smart! Flirting already huh?” she replied. I just smirked and said, “I am Amit.” She put forward her hand, “Rashmi here.” We shook hands and she introduced me to her friends. Rashmi was from Delhi and was holidaying with her friends. They all left for a walk on the beach while we both proceeded to the bar counter for a round of beer. We got to talking. She was married and was on a girl trip with friends. As we continued to learn about each other, suddenly I fumbled and spilled some beer over her. I instantly lunged forward to wipe it off and in the process, I swiped my palm across the milf’s boobs. We looked at each other and kept silent. Then I handed some tissues to her and she wiped herself. I must tell you that she had sizeable boobs, 34C probably and the cleavage was showing. “See, something happens only when you are around”, she remarked. We laughed. Slowly, we got in the mood and talked a lot about our lives, hobbies, stress, etc. Soon, it was time to leave. As we were getting off the bar stool, Rashmi tripped again and fell onto my chest. I held her lightly and we both laughed again. She was going to be in Goa for a few days more and was staying near my hotel itself. We exchanged numbers and planned to meet again. We hugged and bid good night. That night as I was about to go to bed, my phone buzzed. It was Rashmi. I replied to her message and we got chatting. Usually, one is bolder on messages than in person and I was leaving no opportunity to praise her. Me: I am sure you get that often, but you are indeed beautiful. Rashmi: Just beautiful? Me: Hot too. Desirable! Rashmi: Ah, now you are opening up. Go on. Me: I mean, I can’t stop thinking of you from the moment you fell into my arms. Rashmi: Are you in love or something? Me: That’s an understatement. I’m much beyond that. Rashmi: What’s beyond? Me: I have been fantasizing about you ever since I wiped off the beer from your clothes. Rashmi: Don’t tell me. Me: It’s the truth. Rashmi: Hmmm. After a long pause – I noticed the change in the shape of your pants at the bar. Me: You did? Rashmi: Yeah, someone was rising to shine. Me: It’s fully awake and kicking right now. Rashmi: Whoa! Me: I want you, Rashmi. Can’t be straighter than that. Rashmi: It’s the same here, Amit. You’ve just got into my mind and everywhere else. I really like you and found you hot and a gentleman too. Hard to find such guys. Me: I can’t wait. Rashmi: Neither can I. Me: What are you doing tomorrow? Rashmi: The girls are planning on some sightseeing. Me: Same here. Let’s ditch them and be together. Rashmi: Sounds like a plan. But where? Me: My room. There will be no disturbance. Rashmi: I’ll see you tomorrow by noon. The next morning, I kept looking at my watch as every minute felt like an hour. Finally, around noon, my phone rang. It was the sexy Indian milf Rashmi standing at the gate. I quickly rushed and received her. She gave a me hug and we went in. The resort was a well spread out one and I had my individual room which was isolated in one of the corners. We walked all the way smiling at each other. As we entered the room, I closed the door behind me, caught Rashmi’s hand, pulled her closer and planted a kiss on her lips, while my arm wrapped around her waist. She started kissing me wildly. We both kissed like long-lost lovers and the heat was building up.