Desi Sex Stories The creator wanted to create a perfect species, and then he thought to make it sustain itself and proliferate. He created Man. When he saw his dedication and devotion to survive, he gave him a reason to be better every day: a “partner.”
But then he also created Lust, the one thing which he wanted humans to feel and explore. We humans, made it an addiction, a never-ending thirst to explore, feel, and enjoy skin. Whether man or woman, the body’s need is the same. Few express, few reject, and a few more hide. I believe in expressing and exploring.
This is not a story. This is the actual account of what happened that day. Let’s call her Rose; name changed.
A little background: I am a 44-year-old male who has been living for the past 4 years in the beautiful city called Bengaluru. Yes, and despite all the negativity about traffic, I seriously do not get stuck in traffic for a long time. As mentioned above, I am 44, living with my lovely wife, 37, and my only child.
Rose is our cook who comes 2 times a day to prepare food; she is a well-educated woman in her mid-30s and a classy one. She is 5’5″, slim with an ass to die for, medium boobs, and a slim, flat tummy. She is a skilled cook and is too good at everything she does. She is married, has no kids, and has a husband who travels. She can charm anyone with a smile.
If she dresses well, she will make a lot of eyes turn. Her thighs are strong and fit. Whenever she wears leggings, her legs are seductive. She has a naughty smile. Moreover, her eyes are more naughty than her tongue or her smile.
From day one, she has called me Bhaiya, and from the start, I had a crush on her. We interact very little, but we do talk with our eyes. I have been checking her out for almost 2 years now. Every time she comes home, my eyes are glued to her ass and tight kurta.
That day was a rainy day. My wife and daughter were both not home. As usual, she came home in a tight kurta and leggings covered with a shawl. I was disappointed, as I could not see anything. She walked in and came back to me to ask what to cook. At that time, I noticed that she was wearing a deep-neck kurta.
Wow, the favorite piece of apparel that I love watching her wear. As my intentions were very noble, I asked her to help with coffee. The rain was taking its toll on the mind and body. She was a bit wet due to the weather, and I could see that her dress was a bit see-through. Her navel was visible, and her body was more seductive in the dress she was wearing.
When she returned, I was eagerly waiting for her to put the coffee on the table. Yes, I love watching her bra and the milky-white boobs which she sometimes blessed me with.
As soon as she placed the coffee, I saw a wicked smile on her face. I was sure something was not right, and then I saw in the kurta the bra was missing. Fuck, that was one of the hottest things I have ever imagined. (She told me later that she removed the bra in the kitchen, and she was desperate to get fucked.)
Before she left, she looked directly into my eyes and asked, “Aapka hogaya ya main aur jhuku?” (Are you done, or should I bend more?).
As a humble and noble man, I asked, “Kya bol rahe ho?” (What are you saying?).
She walked seductively toward the kitchen and stopped. “Aap bhi jaante ho kya poochh rahi hun.” (You also know what I am asking.).
I was caught off guard, but keeping it calm, I asked, “Matlab?” (What do you mean?).
She went further, dragged a chair, and sat on it looking at me. “Jo dekhna hai dekh lo par chhuna allowed nahi hai.” (Whatever you want to see, see, but touching is not allowed.)
I was in heaven, cloud 9, but again I played it cool despite having a hard-on. I asked, “Kya dikhaogi?” (What will you show?).
She looked straight into my eyes, sitting some 15 feet away from me, and said, “Aap enjoy karo…” (You enjoy…). And she stood up, brought her hands next to the bottom of her kurta, and started slowly removing it by pulling it upwards.
Slowly, I started to witness the beautiful skin which was hidden all these years behind the thin sheet of cloth, her kurta. I could see the black panty line. She was just standing in the leggings, which she removed in one swift move, which had a wet spot on it, and the bare boobs with black nipples pointing toward me, asking me to suck them.
She did not take her eyes off me and started playing with her boobs. 2 years of my entire memory flashed back: the endless hours of watching her, the madness of craving for her, and the hottest boobs in front of me. Water drops on her forehead, long neck, firm, tight boobs, and black nipples. I was stuck at the sight.
The one I wanted to fuck desperately was sitting on a dining chair only in her panties, with her hair open. Her body was having goosebumps. And my cock was desperately attempting to stay in my pants, watching her in that state.
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I will narrate the rest of the day in the next part; looking forward to your feedback.
All the names mentioned in the story are fake and have no connection with any actual person. The incident that happened was 4 years back, and the whereabouts of the lady are unknown.
Looking forward to your feedback and suggestions.
I am Yash, based in Bangalore, 44 years old, [email protected].
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