This is in continuation of the first part My Lustful Neighbor.
So the deal was struck with my next door neighbor, Medha. She wanted to restart her programming career for which I would help her understand ASP.Net about an hour a day. In return, she would treat me a hot cup of tea
Of course, there was an unspoken part of the deal. Of course, when a 20+ guy with his testosterone levels flowing meets a good looking woman every day alone (almost - sometimes her kids would be around), it won't be for the stated purpose. Undoubtedly, sex had got to be a part of the deal. But this is India. One has to tread slowly. One misreading of the situation and body language can screw up one's image.
So the first week or two were mostly nothing beyond technology. But gradually she opened up to me. We talked about things other than programming. I stayed beyond completing my cup of tea to spend more time with her. The meetings happened more often when her kids were away to school. This was the time we became more tactile with each other. Sometimes my hand would rest on her shoulder while explaining her something. Some other times, she would inadvertently rest her hand on mine on the pretext of taking over the mouse from me. Our talks started becoming more flirtatious.
Once I recollected to her the incident during Holi celebration, when we were playing the couple dancing game and how embarrassed we both felt upon dancing so close to each other. We both laughed merrily while recollecting the incident and then there was a long silence. Our eyes were locked into each other and the partly open and hungry lips were telling something to each other. Gradually they came close to each other. With one hesitating brush of the lips against each other, we had realized that this was the end of learning .Net and a beginning of something new. Something very wild and sinful.
It isn't easy to break a marital promise. Medha pulled back from that first kiss, visibly embarrassed. "Sushil, I haven't done this with any other man and I think it is not right", she said as she readjusted the dupatta of her punjabi dress. "There is always a first time. But I can understand, Medha. Take your time", I replied. The experienced lecher in me knew that the fruit had turned ripe and within no time, it will fall on my lap. I need not hurry up. I wrapped up and left her home for the day.
The next couple of days went mostly in complete silence. There was not much of programming to discuss. It was just another Saturday when she opened the door and I could sense there was something different about her. I couldn't figure out what. Something very subtle that hinted that she was ready to take a leap into the unknown territory. Probably a hint of a naughty smile. I noticed that she was draped in a saree instead of the punjabi dress she usually wore. As I sat next to her in front of the desktop, I observed her beautiful curves.
If it were not for her pulling out of the kiss the other day, I would have put my arm around her waist while teaching her. The saree was of a translucent material that showed the low cut blouse within. The deep cleavage seemed to be telling me something. The dark oval of her navel was doing everything to tickle my manhood. She did not seem to be paying any attention to what I was speaking. "I'm sorry about the other day", she said suddenly and then paused, her eyes in my eyes.
The next thing I knew was that we were lip-locked for the next few minutes into a very passionate kiss. The taboo was finally committed and there was no returning back. My hands were all over her naked waist, feeling the curves that I had only seen through her wet punjabi dress during the holi celebration. I moved the pallu of the saree to reveal her luscious navel and lightly ran my index finger around it. She squirmed and moaned uncontrollably. Finally the pallu gave in and dropped down. She did not bother to readjust it. Yes, it is a sin. So be it.
Those tits already appeared absolutely perked up through her red blouse. I went down kissing around her neck and close to the deep cleavage while caressing around her waist and back. She did not like seeing clothes on me any more. So I could see her pulling at my t-shirt. I helped her in getting rid of it. She stood up in front of me, non-verbally suggesting me to unwrap the saree around her.
As I did so, there was a surprise awaiting me. Usually women wear a petticoat underneath a saree. In Medha's case, it was missing. As I pulled her out of saree, I could see her smooth, shining dark legs with only a thin, red panty covering her nudity. With one deft move, I made her sit on my lap. The large cock, in spite of a layer of my pants as well as underwear was already thrusting wildly at her ass.
Within no time, I undid the hooks of her blouse and now this beauty was just wearing a red bra and a matching panty. She kept giggling shamelessly as I fondled and tickled her boobs. She slipped down my lap and turned towards me. Her hungry eyes were asking for permission to unzip me. As I smiled at her, slyly, she went for my belt and then opened my pants. I lifted up my ass for her to pull them down. The bulge in the underwear was having an effect on her.I opened the bun of her dark hair and let those long hair flow down her back.
She was now a Goddess of Eroticism. I could feel her desire to wrap her pouting lips around my thick manhood. So I ended her suffering by pulling down my undie. From the look on her face, it appeared like she had never seen some cock that thick and dark. As she waited for instructions, I guided her fingers around the thickness. Beyond that, she was on her own. Fingers of one hand, playing with my genitals and the crack of my ass underneath while the other ran along the length and the breadth of my cock.
The precum was glistening at its tip and was emanating a sexy odor that was taking her to the next level. I ran my fingers on her back and unsnapped her bra. As it fell off, the pair of perked up tits were looking back at me. There was no pretense of shyness any more. I moved some traces of her hair that were covering a part of her boobs. They were absolutely firm, appeared almost untouched. As I felt her firmness, her moans became wilder. She got up again, allowing me a free hand at removing her panty. As the panty went off, I was in for another surprise.
I did not expect her to be clean-shaven down there. Most of my other bhabhis weren't. But the way Medha smelt, it appeared like she had freshly shaved herself. So she was prepared for the event. I turned her around to see if her naked ass matched what I had visualized it to be like through the wet punjabi dress during Holi. I was mesmerized by its beauty. I made her bend against the working desk while I caressed those pair of cheeks, occasionally thrusting my middle-finger into the crack of her ass or her wet pussy from behind. She couldn't bear the pleasure spasms this was causing and kept moaning louder with each thrust.
I turned her around and let her ride me. I aligned her now wet pussy with the tip of my cock and gently brought her down as the cock smoothly penetrated her tight opening. With one hand I muffled her mouth so that her loud moan did not leave the room. Spasms went down her nerves as I penetrated deep into the wilderness where probably her hubby also may not have ventured (on a later day she had confided in me that he was much too small). I clasped her ass cheeks and gave them support as she rode up and down my length - first in slow rhythmic motion and then going uncontrollably wild.
As I neared orgasm, I stopped her to prolong the fun that had just started. She also seemed completely insatiable. As soon as we resumed the ride, she had one hell of an orgasm as she bit my hand while trying to muffle her voice. The ride was at its peak and I kept stopping every once in a while to keep prolonging it to the point at which, with one big thrust, I gave out all of the cum into her cunt.
As we settled, her head rested on my shoulder, completely satisfied from the fuck. We stayed naked for a while. It was about time, her kids were to return when we parted. We both knew that this was just a beginning of a long affair. I knew that I had caused the debauchery of yet another woman in my building.
So the deal was struck with my next door neighbor, Medha. She wanted to restart her programming career for which I would help her understand ASP.Net about an hour a day. In return, she would treat me a hot cup of tea
Of course, there was an unspoken part of the deal. Of course, when a 20+ guy with his testosterone levels flowing meets a good looking woman every day alone (almost - sometimes her kids would be around), it won't be for the stated purpose. Undoubtedly, sex had got to be a part of the deal. But this is India. One has to tread slowly. One misreading of the situation and body language can screw up one's image.
So the first week or two were mostly nothing beyond technology. But gradually she opened up to me. We talked about things other than programming. I stayed beyond completing my cup of tea to spend more time with her. The meetings happened more often when her kids were away to school. This was the time we became more tactile with each other. Sometimes my hand would rest on her shoulder while explaining her something. Some other times, she would inadvertently rest her hand on mine on the pretext of taking over the mouse from me. Our talks started becoming more flirtatious.
Once I recollected to her the incident during Holi celebration, when we were playing the couple dancing game and how embarrassed we both felt upon dancing so close to each other. We both laughed merrily while recollecting the incident and then there was a long silence. Our eyes were locked into each other and the partly open and hungry lips were telling something to each other. Gradually they came close to each other. With one hesitating brush of the lips against each other, we had realized that this was the end of learning .Net and a beginning of something new. Something very wild and sinful.
It isn't easy to break a marital promise. Medha pulled back from that first kiss, visibly embarrassed. "Sushil, I haven't done this with any other man and I think it is not right", she said as she readjusted the dupatta of her punjabi dress. "There is always a first time. But I can understand, Medha. Take your time", I replied. The experienced lecher in me knew that the fruit had turned ripe and within no time, it will fall on my lap. I need not hurry up. I wrapped up and left her home for the day.
The next couple of days went mostly in complete silence. There was not much of programming to discuss. It was just another Saturday when she opened the door and I could sense there was something different about her. I couldn't figure out what. Something very subtle that hinted that she was ready to take a leap into the unknown territory. Probably a hint of a naughty smile. I noticed that she was draped in a saree instead of the punjabi dress she usually wore. As I sat next to her in front of the desktop, I observed her beautiful curves.
If it were not for her pulling out of the kiss the other day, I would have put my arm around her waist while teaching her. The saree was of a translucent material that showed the low cut blouse within. The deep cleavage seemed to be telling me something. The dark oval of her navel was doing everything to tickle my manhood. She did not seem to be paying any attention to what I was speaking. "I'm sorry about the other day", she said suddenly and then paused, her eyes in my eyes.
The next thing I knew was that we were lip-locked for the next few minutes into a very passionate kiss. The taboo was finally committed and there was no returning back. My hands were all over her naked waist, feeling the curves that I had only seen through her wet punjabi dress during the holi celebration. I moved the pallu of the saree to reveal her luscious navel and lightly ran my index finger around it. She squirmed and moaned uncontrollably. Finally the pallu gave in and dropped down. She did not bother to readjust it. Yes, it is a sin. So be it.
Those tits already appeared absolutely perked up through her red blouse. I went down kissing around her neck and close to the deep cleavage while caressing around her waist and back. She did not like seeing clothes on me any more. So I could see her pulling at my t-shirt. I helped her in getting rid of it. She stood up in front of me, non-verbally suggesting me to unwrap the saree around her.
As I did so, there was a surprise awaiting me. Usually women wear a petticoat underneath a saree. In Medha's case, it was missing. As I pulled her out of saree, I could see her smooth, shining dark legs with only a thin, red panty covering her nudity. With one deft move, I made her sit on my lap. The large cock, in spite of a layer of my pants as well as underwear was already thrusting wildly at her ass.
Within no time, I undid the hooks of her blouse and now this beauty was just wearing a red bra and a matching panty. She kept giggling shamelessly as I fondled and tickled her boobs. She slipped down my lap and turned towards me. Her hungry eyes were asking for permission to unzip me. As I smiled at her, slyly, she went for my belt and then opened my pants. I lifted up my ass for her to pull them down. The bulge in the underwear was having an effect on her.I opened the bun of her dark hair and let those long hair flow down her back.
She was now a Goddess of Eroticism. I could feel her desire to wrap her pouting lips around my thick manhood. So I ended her suffering by pulling down my undie. From the look on her face, it appeared like she had never seen some cock that thick and dark. As she waited for instructions, I guided her fingers around the thickness. Beyond that, she was on her own. Fingers of one hand, playing with my genitals and the crack of my ass underneath while the other ran along the length and the breadth of my cock.
The precum was glistening at its tip and was emanating a sexy odor that was taking her to the next level. I ran my fingers on her back and unsnapped her bra. As it fell off, the pair of perked up tits were looking back at me. There was no pretense of shyness any more. I moved some traces of her hair that were covering a part of her boobs. They were absolutely firm, appeared almost untouched. As I felt her firmness, her moans became wilder. She got up again, allowing me a free hand at removing her panty. As the panty went off, I was in for another surprise.
I did not expect her to be clean-shaven down there. Most of my other bhabhis weren't. But the way Medha smelt, it appeared like she had freshly shaved herself. So she was prepared for the event. I turned her around to see if her naked ass matched what I had visualized it to be like through the wet punjabi dress during Holi. I was mesmerized by its beauty. I made her bend against the working desk while I caressed those pair of cheeks, occasionally thrusting my middle-finger into the crack of her ass or her wet pussy from behind. She couldn't bear the pleasure spasms this was causing and kept moaning louder with each thrust.
I turned her around and let her ride me. I aligned her now wet pussy with the tip of my cock and gently brought her down as the cock smoothly penetrated her tight opening. With one hand I muffled her mouth so that her loud moan did not leave the room. Spasms went down her nerves as I penetrated deep into the wilderness where probably her hubby also may not have ventured (on a later day she had confided in me that he was much too small). I clasped her ass cheeks and gave them support as she rode up and down my length - first in slow rhythmic motion and then going uncontrollably wild.
As I neared orgasm, I stopped her to prolong the fun that had just started. She also seemed completely insatiable. As soon as we resumed the ride, she had one hell of an orgasm as she bit my hand while trying to muffle her voice. The ride was at its peak and I kept stopping every once in a while to keep prolonging it to the point at which, with one big thrust, I gave out all of the cum into her cunt.
As we settled, her head rested on my shoulder, completely satisfied from the fuck. We stayed naked for a while. It was about time, her kids were to return when we parted. We both knew that this was just a beginning of a long affair. I knew that I had caused the debauchery of yet another woman in my building.
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