Desi Sex Stories This story is about my adventure with a lady whom I still have very high regard for. I was 29, she 44. I worked for a reputed financial firm, and she was one of my affluent clients. I was designated as a financial advisor in my company and used to handle her account.
We used to have lots of conversations regarding where to put her money. She was a divorcee and lived alone. Her son was pursuing higher studies somewhere in the US.
She mostly used to get time to discuss while on her way back from work around 8-9 ish in the evening. That was the time I usually was at home (alone) or occasionally with friends.
A bit about myself. I am presently 33, and live alone in Mumbai. I usually relax at home after work during weekdays and hang out with friends. She was about 5’3″, just the perfect weight for her height, around 58 kgs, and a figure of 34-29-34. Quite fair and had flesh in the right places.
The discussions slowly drifted to conversations about life in general, and we started discussing personal lives. She told me how she kept herself professionally occupied due to her non-existent personal life. I used to tell her the places I went for clubbing during weekends.
She used to get all excited about it and kept on discussing more along the same lines. After a few months, we would chat every day and started exchanging messages as well. Once I had to get some documents signed by her. It being a Friday evening, I told her I would arrange someone to get it done on Monday.
She suggested that I visit her for lunch at her place on a Saturday and asked me to get the documents along. I reached her apartment around 12 noon, and she was dressed in casual attire. A pink half-sleeve T-shirt and thin lower. No pervert thoughts had crossed my mind till then.
We chatted and had lunch, and it was 4 pm already. We had no idea how the time passed by, and we seemed to get more engrossed in the conversation. For the sake of imagination, I was sitting comfortably in a single-seat sofa. She was adjacent to me on a three-seater one.
I don’t know how, but my mind kept on suggesting to me to go ahead and kiss her. Did I mention she was wearing the most beautiful shade of pink lipstick? I wondered who wears lipstick at home? She got up and suggested we have a round of coffee together and went towards the kitchen.
I somehow gathered courage and went behind her. While she was preparing coffee, I stood up behind her and just smelled her nape from behind. God knows how I mustered the courage to do so. I guess the hormones and the fact that we were alone in her apartment got the better of me.
Sensing something, she turned around, and I just put my lips on hers. Believe me, it was just a 5-second lip lock, but that moment still gives me goosebumps today. She too responded by parting her lips for a second or two without moving herself, and then we broke.
I looked towards her; she seemed filled with guilt, not by what I had done but more so because she responded and gave in. She asked me to leave. I left without a word. On the way back home, I cursed myself for what a blunder I had committed.
Not only have I lost a good friend but a highly valuable client. She could report me, and it would cost me very dearly. A week passed by, and not a word did I hear from her. For the first time, probably we never spoke to each other nor exchanged messages in months.
While at work one day, I received a message from her, “Can you come home tomorrow? I have some amount to invest and need advice.” I took this opportunity to reconcile our friendship and completely abandoned any perverted thoughts out of my mind.
I reached her place the next day around 8 pm. She was dressed in a fully covered nightgown. (The one that opens from the front). Just the forearms were visible from that silky pink fabric. Neither she nor I discussed anything about what happened when we met last.
I spoke mostly to suggest her possible investment opportunities. It was 10:45 pm when I thought I should leave.
Me: Thanks for your time, madam, and thanks for the dinner. Goodbye
I proceeded towards the door
She: Or maybe…Umm…Stay back… umm…for the night.
I turned around, and the scene completely blew me. She had taken out the front gown and was standing there in a rather sleeveless nightie, smiling towards me. I was completely blown. My cock tent was definitely visible despite the tight fabric of the jeans.
She came closer and whispered in my ear, “You know where the bedroom is,” and walked away towards the kitchen. I went to the bedroom and made myself comfortable on the bed (Still confused about what just happened and what I should make out of it).
She came with a bottle of chocolate syrup and honey in her hands and gave me the most sensual kiss of my life. She told me she hasn’t had sex since past ten years, and the day I kissed her invigorated her buried desires to love and be loved. She asked me whether I have ever done it with somebody.
This was the first time I told her. She put her hands across my shoulders and licked my upper lip. “Do as I do to you,” she whispered. I licked both her upper and lower lips, and soon we were engaged in another round of lip lock for about 5 minutes.
She took off my t-shirt, and I was bare-chested now. She broke from the kiss and waited, looking at me. I realized I too had to help her take out the gown. I took off the gown, and voila, there were no panties. She was only in the bra. She had planned it entirely.
She buried my head towards her pussy and asked me to eat her up. My god, the sounds she made while I licked her were the testimony that this was probably the first time, or after a long while, for her. She poured the chocolate syrup on the top of her pubic hair, and I got the hint.
I kept on licking the syrup from the pubic hair and her pussy, and although we lost track of the time, I think this went on for a good half an hour. I smilingly told her. “There is no need for the syrup; your pussy juice in itself is the tastiest I have had in my life till now, and so that’s enough. “
She brought me closer to her face and kissed me, licking up all the leftover syrup from my lips. “My turn,” she said with wide eyes. She unbuttoned my jeans, and I myself took off my underwear, and we both were sitting naked now. She poured the honey on top of my cock.
It went all the way to my pubic hair and covered the entire region. “I like my ice cream with honey syrup,” she winked at me. She started licking the syrup from the groin region, and within minutes the honey was all licked up, and she was relishing my cock.
I thought I would burst inside her mouth and told her so. She withdrew, and then we just lay down on the bed and hugged. My chest was pressing against those melons of hers. Her boobs were a bit saggy, yet tight as they hadn’t been played with for long.
I took one boob in my hand and caressed it gently while she guided my mouth to the nipple of another one. “Be gentle there,” she cautioned. I kept on circling the areola with my tongue, and she went crazy at it. She seemed to thoroughly enjoy it, and I kept on doing it.
I was just gently squeezing her one boob and sucking on another one. I suggested we wash each other, and both of us proceeded to her bathroom. We had a shower, and she asked me to get inside her there itself. I laid her down and pushed my dick inside her pussy.
It was tight as new, and she screamed like hell when I thrust my cock inside her pussy. This was the pleasure that my hands could never give me. We did thrice that night, and each time she asked me to thrust deeper and push faster.
In the morning, while having breakfast, I just went near her from behind and started nibbling at her earlobe. We had one more session there itself.
She was particularly concerned about both of us developing any sort of feelings in this relationship and cautioned me against it. So yes, we had sort of become fuck-buddies. We started having sex almost every second day. She just loved cunnilingus, and sometimes I ended up licking up her pussy for hours.
Once, she had invited me, and I found out that she had just cleaned up all her pubic hair. That day I ate her up for three hours and as a result had to spend the following day with a sore tongue. She remarked that it was the best experience she had had.
We are no longer together, as gradually she developed guilt for giving in and has now moved to the US with her son. I still long for those nights! Please reply with feedback for the story at [email protected].
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