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I was upstairs tidying my sons room when my mother called me, "Kavita, where are you? Uncle Shahid will be coming soon. I need your help in the kitchen."
Uncle Shahid was not a real uncle. He was my father's old business partner. My father passed away a few years ago. My mother had a fondness for Uncle Shahid. He was a close family friend and now that my father was no longer with us he had become closer to my mother. He had helped my brother get a job when he was struggling and my mother was very grateful to him.
I went down to help my mother in the kitchen. I said, "Everything seems to be done. Why did you call me?"
I sounded petulant as I did not like my mother constantly ordering me around as my mother seemed to have everything in hand and she did not need me there. But I soon realised why she asked me to come down, "I wanted to talk to you before your uncle arrives. It has now been over 5 years since your divorce and you need to think about a new marriage. Your son is growing up without a father figure. You are not getting any younger at 30. Shahid bhai knows people and you need to make a good impression. He may be able to introduce you to someone."
My mother had a habit of constantly reminding me about my divorce. My ex-husband was a gambler and an alcoholic and I was happy to be divorced. But in the Indian community I was now a pariah and considered damaged goods. Men were not interested in marrying someone with a c***d and a trouble maker ex. I simply had too much baggage and no one was interested in a marriage yo me.
I had initially been a bit depressed and put on a lot of weight but now I was getting my life back together. The hardest part was living with my mother again. My mother was traditional and she constantly reminded me of my need to be married.
I didn't miss marriage as much as I missed the sex. My ex was a good for nothing loser but I had really enjoyed the sex when he could get it up and was not too drunk. I now had to rely on my vibrator for my orgasms but I missed a hard cock pounding into me. Enough of that. I didn't want to get worked up as it was not gonna change anytime soon as men did not have much interest in me.
I told my mother, "Men do not want the responsibility of a son that is not their own. It is simple I will not be getting married any time soon."
My mother shook her head, "Do not lose hope. Now go set the table. He called to say he was on the way."
I would actually settle for a good hard fuck and let go of the martiage idea just for one night but it was hard to find a man who would be discrete enough for that.
Uncle turned up 30 minutes later. He was beaming with a smile as he saw me and my mother. He hugged us both as he greeted us. He asked about my brother but I explained he was already out.
Uncle Shahid was around 62. He was still very active in business and had many endeavours going on at any one time.
He was a short pudgy man but he had charm on his side. His wife had passed away a few years ago and I noticed a change in the way he looked at me since then.
I sat him down at the dining table. My mother was in the kitchen finishing the dishes. He looked over at me and said, "Kavita. How is Arun? He must be 8 now?"
I smiled at his caring nature, "Yes. He is very good and well behaved. He is asleep now as it is his bedtime."
He said, "You were always a good c***d. If he is anything like you he will grow up to be very sensible. How are you keeping? You look very good. You have lost a lot of weight in the right places. What is your secret?"
He looked me up and down as he said this. There was a lecherous vibe to his look but I gave him the benefit of the doubt. I also liked being flattered and he was certainly charming. I said, "I have started yoga classes and I have been taking new diet pills."
He was looking again but this time his eyes rested on my breasts as he said, "Well I must admit it is certainly working. You are positively stunning. It is a shame that you are not married. It is such a waste to see you not being fulfilled."
I did not know what to make of what he said but it was more than just a simple compliment, I just replied, "men do not want the responsibility of a c***d." It seemed to be an easy excuse.
He said, "You need to find a real man."
I did not have time to ponder the meaning as my mother came out with dishes. I went into the kitchen to help bring in the last few dishes. I felt my breathing really laboured as I was in the kitchen. My exchange with Uncle Shahid had got me all flustered. I steadied myself and went back in.
Uncle Shahid and my mother were laughing as I joined them. The conversation did not seem to have the same tone with my mother in the room but I kept catching Uncle Shahid glancing over at me.
My mother then caused me great embarrassment, "Shahid bhai, can you help Kavita find a husband? I have tried everyone but I simply have had no luck."
My mother made me sound like a lost cause, which I probably was. Uncle Shahid then said, 'I am always looking out for Kavita. She is a beautiful woman. She tells me she started yoga. You know I need to do some yoga. In my old age my body needs to stretch but I do notwant to go to a class. Kavita can you help me?"
I liked how he sensed my discomfort and was able to change the topic. I replied, "Yes. I have learned a lot and I am happy to share it with you."
He said, "Why don't you come this Saturday and you can show me what I need to do."
I readily agreed, "Yes Uncle Shahid I will come on Saturday."
He said, "You can now call me just Shahid. You are a grown woman." He was looking at my chest as he said this but luckily my mother did not notice.
Shahid left shortly after. His attention on my breasts made me self conscious. After I stopped breast feeding my son my breasts lost their firm shape and sagged. But since I had started taking the diet pills they returned to the previous firm shape. My bra size also increased to double E cup.
Before I went to bed I went to the mirror and undressed. I unclasped my bra and my breasts fell into view. My skin was a dark brown. Another reason my mother put down to me not being able to find a man. My nipples were a deep dark brown. A dark chocolate colour. I started cupping my breasts as I felt their firmness. I began squeezing gently as I thought back to tonight. I imagined Uncle Shahid looking at my body with my breasts exposed with his lecherous eyes. Is this what he really wanted to see everytime he looked over at me? Was he talking about my breasts when he talked about losing weight in the right places?
What did he mean by it is a "waste". What is a waste? The fact that a man can not enjoy this body. Am I wasting this body by not sharing it with a man?
What did he mean by a "real man"? How do I find a real man? What would he do? Bend me over and fuck me till I scream his name? Is that a "real man"?
I was rolling my nipples between my fingers as my orgasm was building. I had never been so turned on by just playing with my breasts.
Was he a "real man"? How would he fuck me? Would he spank me? He was old enough to be my father. Why was I having such lustful and filthy thoughts about him?
I was so turned on and I collapsed to my knees as I came from just playing with my breasts. As I came I felt a white liquid spray from my breasts.
I used my fingers to bring it to my mouth and it was breastmilk. I could not believe what was happening to my body. My body should not be producing milk. I should not be having these dirty thoughts about Shahid bhai.
I went to sleep in a confused state. He was my father's best friend. He was too old to be interested in me and I should not be thinking of him.
That night my dreams were filled with lustful thoughts. In my dream I was being ravaged by a much older man. I was committing truly depraved acts and he was truly using my body. My pussy was burning with desire by the morning. My breasts seemed to create more milk the more turned on I was. This was embarrassing as I should not be producing milk anymore. But I loved the feeling of my breasts being so shapely.
I had to make somr changes and I bought a breast pump that day. I was also wearing padding under my bras. The padding caused my breasts to seem even bigger.
It was Friday night and I was thinking about seeing Shahid. The thought of being on my own with him was driving me crazy.
I needed to masturbate just to keep me sane. I know he liked to look but I also know that he has always been very respectful so he may never actually do anything.
I wanted to tease him to try and see what his limits were. I usually wear a t shirt and leggings for yoga. It is a women only class and I never really thought about what I had to wear. I wanted to tease him today so my clothes would be important.
I wore normal clothes to his house but I took some white leggings which seemed almost see through when stretched and a sports bra which would show my ample cleavage.
When I turned up he was in just shorts and a t shirt. He gave me a hug as he greeted me and unlike last time he kept the hug a little longer and I felt the unmistakable feeling of his penis against my stomach. After my recent thoughts I did not need his penis so erect and in such close peoximity.
He saw my gym bag and asked, "Will you need to be getting changed?"
I said, "Yes. I need to wear something more comfortable. Where can I get changed?"
He motioned towards the downstairs bathroom, "You can get changed in there. And I will be in the main living room. I have set the room up for our session"
I went to the bathroom and got changed. The feeling of his throbbing erect penis had already got my breasts excited and milk was starting to produce. Luckily I had added extra padding this morning. I added a few more tissues to prevent any issues. I was wearing a black thong under my leggings. I wanted to make sure he saw it all and I was sure he would.
I went back in a little nervous. He looked at me and he was open mouthed. As he stood up to greet me his erection was clear to see. The look had the desired effect.
He commented, "You look amazing. The yoga has done wonders for your body. You are simply stunning. Take it easy on me, I am not a young man anymore."
We both sat on the floor in the sitting pose, "Don't worry I will keep it simple. Just follow what I do."
I went through the simple stretches. Everytime I lifted my arms his eyes were drawn to my breasts. I then started to do the slightly more complex stretches. I was worried about diving into the planks and downward dog. But if I really wanted to tease him I needed to show him my downward dog.
After about 20 minutes we were working up a sweat. I then said, "Uncle...Sorry I mean Shahid. The next few moves are quite difficult and straining. Do you want to just look?"
He seemed to be glad to have the break. I went into my first plank. I could feel his eyes on my body. My breasts would be hanging down.
I then moved into a downward dog. This was a hard pose to hold but I knew how my ass would be presented to him. He was looking intensely.
He said, "This position looks to be the toughest. I think you are right. I may not be ready for this. Do you mind if I have a closer look at the position?"
I replied, "Please look. It is important to understand the position so you can do it next time."
He got up and came behind me. He held my bare hips and ran his hands down the side of my legging covered legs. He then said, "It is a shame you are not married. Your body is being wasted."
As he said this his cock was pressing against my covered backside. It was those words again "wasted" and "shame". I did not want to leave them just hanging in the air, "What do you mean by wasted?"
He was gently grinding his penis into my ass. It was a subtle movement and nothing too obvious. He then took me by surprise, "Your body must be enjoyed by a man. It is a shame because you are made for breeding. Your good for nothing ex husband never appreciated what he had."
There was no ambiguity left by his comments. We both knew what he meant, "But no one will marry me now. My mother has tried for years."
My legs were struggling to hold on but his penis thrusting and grinding into me kept me going, "Your mother has been looking at the wrong men. You need a strong man who can take the responsibility of you and your c***d. A woman has needs and you need a man to take care of them."
I was close to cumming, "But where do I find such a man?"
I could not hold any longer as I had a leg trembling orgasm and fell forward out of breath. The feel of a real cock against my body was too much.
He helped me back up to a seated position. I felt him touch my breasts as he did so. I hoped he did not notice the padding.
My collapse had lost the conversation, "That seems like the toughest position. Next week we can try together."
I liked him behind me in that position. But I was looking forward to the next week. I went to the bathroom to change into my normal clothes.
My leggings and thong were plastered to my skin as they were soaked through. My padding had been soaked through in my sports bra. I made do with tissues. I was glad to have a change of clothes.
As I left we hugged again but this time he squeezed my ass in a confident manner. Our relationship was beginning to change.
It had been a few days and I had not heard from him. I could not stop thinking about our yoga session. It was the first time in a long time that I had an orgasm by a man. Did he even know? Was he even interested?
It was Wednesday and there was not even a message. As I was getting into bed I decided to message him if he would not message me;-
Kavita: Hi. I just wanted to check you are still free for yoga on Saturday?
He did not reply straight away. I was sat looking at my phone screen waiting for his reply.
It came after what seemed an eternity but was only 30 minutes.
Shahid: Yes, definitely. I have not had a work out like that in a long time. I enjoyed it.
I finally had his attention and I replied straight away.
Kavita: I really enjoyed it too. You picked it up quickly.
Shahid: I am not as good as you. Especially when you did the downward dog. You looked good enough to eat. Where are you?
What did he mean by that? He was making so many strange comments recently.
Kavita: I am in bed. Can I ask you something?
Shahid: I am in bed also. Do you want to sleep? It is late. You can ask me anything.
Kavita: i do not want to sleep. I just want to talk to you. Can you talk or do you need to sleep?
Shahid: I can not sleep when I have a beautiful woman wanting to talk to me. Ask me anything.
He knew how to compliment a lady.
Kavita: What did you mean by my mother is looking for the wrong men?
Shahid: Your mother is looking at young men. They are too immature for a woman like you. You need an older man.
I had never thought of an older man before as marriage material. Maybe that is where I was going wrong. But recent interactions with Shahid had made me consider an older man in a sexual way.
Kavita: I had never thought about an older man before. Do you wear your shorts and t shirt to bed?
I regretted that message. He will be wondering why I was interested in what he wore to bed.
Shahid: No. Unfortunately not. I sleep naked. A habit I have now developed. What do you wear to bed?
That answer had certainly increased the temperature in my bed. My free hand immediately went to my breast and began teasing my nipple under my nightie.
Kavita: I am wearing a silk nightie. It is red. And a red thong under it.
I eagerly anticipated his reaction.
Shahid: You looked hot in your yoga outfit. But you sound incredibly sexy right now. Your body is being wasted. You need a man to use it.
There was no hidden meaning any more. He was saying what he meant. Every time he talked about my body being wasted made me yearn for sex. It made my body hot. My free hand was now in thong as I fingered myself. My milk was leaking into my nightie. He was driving me crazy with lust.
Kavita: What did you like about my yoga outfit? Just be honest and I will be honest.
Shahid: I liked your big tits and deep cleavage. I liked your black thong. You didn't need the leggings as they were practically see through when you stretched. What did you enjoy about the yoga? Your turn to be honest.
He was not holding back with his messages. I could ruin him by showing these messages to anyone. But I was more interested in keeping his attention and now it was my turn to be honest.
Kavita: My orgasm when you were grinding against me in downward dog. My first orgasm by a man in over 5 years. What are you doing right now?
Shahid: I am stroking my cock thinking about your big tits and juicy pussy. How many fingers are in your cunt right now?
He was not holding back anymore. His labguage drove me crazy. I could not believe he said the c word. How did he know I was fingering my pussy?
Kavita: One finger. How big is your dick? Send me a picture.
Shahid: Add another finger and thrust harder. It is 7 inches. If I send a picture it will be yoir second orgasm by my cock in less than a week.
I inserted two fingers as my pussy. My pussy was squelching as I fingered myself harder.
Kavita: Please send it xx
He finally sent and I came burying my face into the pillow to muffle screams
I kept reading the messages and came multiple times until Saturday finally arrived.
I carefully chose what to wear again. I wore black tights over my red thong this time. They were thinner and more see through than the leggings. I kept my same sports bra.
I arrived at the same time and he was in the same attire as last time. Shorts and a t shirt.
He hugged me but this time he groped my ass more freely. I went to get changed.
When I came out of the bathroom I paid close attention to his reaction. His eyes were so intense on my legs and thong which was clearly visible.
Uncle Shahid was not a real uncle. He was my father's old business partner. My father passed away a few years ago. My mother had a fondness for Uncle Shahid. He was a close family friend and now that my father was no longer with us he had become closer to my mother. He had helped my brother get a job when he was struggling and my mother was very grateful to him.
I went down to help my mother in the kitchen. I said, "Everything seems to be done. Why did you call me?"
I sounded petulant as I did not like my mother constantly ordering me around as my mother seemed to have everything in hand and she did not need me there. But I soon realised why she asked me to come down, "I wanted to talk to you before your uncle arrives. It has now been over 5 years since your divorce and you need to think about a new marriage. Your son is growing up without a father figure. You are not getting any younger at 30. Shahid bhai knows people and you need to make a good impression. He may be able to introduce you to someone."
My mother had a habit of constantly reminding me about my divorce. My ex-husband was a gambler and an alcoholic and I was happy to be divorced. But in the Indian community I was now a pariah and considered damaged goods. Men were not interested in marrying someone with a c***d and a trouble maker ex. I simply had too much baggage and no one was interested in a marriage yo me.
I had initially been a bit depressed and put on a lot of weight but now I was getting my life back together. The hardest part was living with my mother again. My mother was traditional and she constantly reminded me of my need to be married.
I didn't miss marriage as much as I missed the sex. My ex was a good for nothing loser but I had really enjoyed the sex when he could get it up and was not too drunk. I now had to rely on my vibrator for my orgasms but I missed a hard cock pounding into me. Enough of that. I didn't want to get worked up as it was not gonna change anytime soon as men did not have much interest in me.
I told my mother, "Men do not want the responsibility of a son that is not their own. It is simple I will not be getting married any time soon."
My mother shook her head, "Do not lose hope. Now go set the table. He called to say he was on the way."
I would actually settle for a good hard fuck and let go of the martiage idea just for one night but it was hard to find a man who would be discrete enough for that.
Uncle turned up 30 minutes later. He was beaming with a smile as he saw me and my mother. He hugged us both as he greeted us. He asked about my brother but I explained he was already out.
Uncle Shahid was around 62. He was still very active in business and had many endeavours going on at any one time.
He was a short pudgy man but he had charm on his side. His wife had passed away a few years ago and I noticed a change in the way he looked at me since then.
I sat him down at the dining table. My mother was in the kitchen finishing the dishes. He looked over at me and said, "Kavita. How is Arun? He must be 8 now?"
I smiled at his caring nature, "Yes. He is very good and well behaved. He is asleep now as it is his bedtime."
He said, "You were always a good c***d. If he is anything like you he will grow up to be very sensible. How are you keeping? You look very good. You have lost a lot of weight in the right places. What is your secret?"
He looked me up and down as he said this. There was a lecherous vibe to his look but I gave him the benefit of the doubt. I also liked being flattered and he was certainly charming. I said, "I have started yoga classes and I have been taking new diet pills."
He was looking again but this time his eyes rested on my breasts as he said, "Well I must admit it is certainly working. You are positively stunning. It is a shame that you are not married. It is such a waste to see you not being fulfilled."
I did not know what to make of what he said but it was more than just a simple compliment, I just replied, "men do not want the responsibility of a c***d." It seemed to be an easy excuse.
He said, "You need to find a real man."
I did not have time to ponder the meaning as my mother came out with dishes. I went into the kitchen to help bring in the last few dishes. I felt my breathing really laboured as I was in the kitchen. My exchange with Uncle Shahid had got me all flustered. I steadied myself and went back in.
Uncle Shahid and my mother were laughing as I joined them. The conversation did not seem to have the same tone with my mother in the room but I kept catching Uncle Shahid glancing over at me.
My mother then caused me great embarrassment, "Shahid bhai, can you help Kavita find a husband? I have tried everyone but I simply have had no luck."
My mother made me sound like a lost cause, which I probably was. Uncle Shahid then said, 'I am always looking out for Kavita. She is a beautiful woman. She tells me she started yoga. You know I need to do some yoga. In my old age my body needs to stretch but I do notwant to go to a class. Kavita can you help me?"
I liked how he sensed my discomfort and was able to change the topic. I replied, "Yes. I have learned a lot and I am happy to share it with you."
He said, "Why don't you come this Saturday and you can show me what I need to do."
I readily agreed, "Yes Uncle Shahid I will come on Saturday."
He said, "You can now call me just Shahid. You are a grown woman." He was looking at my chest as he said this but luckily my mother did not notice.
Shahid left shortly after. His attention on my breasts made me self conscious. After I stopped breast feeding my son my breasts lost their firm shape and sagged. But since I had started taking the diet pills they returned to the previous firm shape. My bra size also increased to double E cup.
Before I went to bed I went to the mirror and undressed. I unclasped my bra and my breasts fell into view. My skin was a dark brown. Another reason my mother put down to me not being able to find a man. My nipples were a deep dark brown. A dark chocolate colour. I started cupping my breasts as I felt their firmness. I began squeezing gently as I thought back to tonight. I imagined Uncle Shahid looking at my body with my breasts exposed with his lecherous eyes. Is this what he really wanted to see everytime he looked over at me? Was he talking about my breasts when he talked about losing weight in the right places?
What did he mean by it is a "waste". What is a waste? The fact that a man can not enjoy this body. Am I wasting this body by not sharing it with a man?
What did he mean by a "real man"? How do I find a real man? What would he do? Bend me over and fuck me till I scream his name? Is that a "real man"?
I was rolling my nipples between my fingers as my orgasm was building. I had never been so turned on by just playing with my breasts.
Was he a "real man"? How would he fuck me? Would he spank me? He was old enough to be my father. Why was I having such lustful and filthy thoughts about him?
I was so turned on and I collapsed to my knees as I came from just playing with my breasts. As I came I felt a white liquid spray from my breasts.
I used my fingers to bring it to my mouth and it was breastmilk. I could not believe what was happening to my body. My body should not be producing milk. I should not be having these dirty thoughts about Shahid bhai.
I went to sleep in a confused state. He was my father's best friend. He was too old to be interested in me and I should not be thinking of him.
That night my dreams were filled with lustful thoughts. In my dream I was being ravaged by a much older man. I was committing truly depraved acts and he was truly using my body. My pussy was burning with desire by the morning. My breasts seemed to create more milk the more turned on I was. This was embarrassing as I should not be producing milk anymore. But I loved the feeling of my breasts being so shapely.
I had to make somr changes and I bought a breast pump that day. I was also wearing padding under my bras. The padding caused my breasts to seem even bigger.
It was Friday night and I was thinking about seeing Shahid. The thought of being on my own with him was driving me crazy.
I needed to masturbate just to keep me sane. I know he liked to look but I also know that he has always been very respectful so he may never actually do anything.
I wanted to tease him to try and see what his limits were. I usually wear a t shirt and leggings for yoga. It is a women only class and I never really thought about what I had to wear. I wanted to tease him today so my clothes would be important.
I wore normal clothes to his house but I took some white leggings which seemed almost see through when stretched and a sports bra which would show my ample cleavage.
When I turned up he was in just shorts and a t shirt. He gave me a hug as he greeted me and unlike last time he kept the hug a little longer and I felt the unmistakable feeling of his penis against my stomach. After my recent thoughts I did not need his penis so erect and in such close peoximity.
He saw my gym bag and asked, "Will you need to be getting changed?"
I said, "Yes. I need to wear something more comfortable. Where can I get changed?"
He motioned towards the downstairs bathroom, "You can get changed in there. And I will be in the main living room. I have set the room up for our session"
I went to the bathroom and got changed. The feeling of his throbbing erect penis had already got my breasts excited and milk was starting to produce. Luckily I had added extra padding this morning. I added a few more tissues to prevent any issues. I was wearing a black thong under my leggings. I wanted to make sure he saw it all and I was sure he would.
I went back in a little nervous. He looked at me and he was open mouthed. As he stood up to greet me his erection was clear to see. The look had the desired effect.
He commented, "You look amazing. The yoga has done wonders for your body. You are simply stunning. Take it easy on me, I am not a young man anymore."
We both sat on the floor in the sitting pose, "Don't worry I will keep it simple. Just follow what I do."
I went through the simple stretches. Everytime I lifted my arms his eyes were drawn to my breasts. I then started to do the slightly more complex stretches. I was worried about diving into the planks and downward dog. But if I really wanted to tease him I needed to show him my downward dog.
After about 20 minutes we were working up a sweat. I then said, "Uncle...Sorry I mean Shahid. The next few moves are quite difficult and straining. Do you want to just look?"
He seemed to be glad to have the break. I went into my first plank. I could feel his eyes on my body. My breasts would be hanging down.
I then moved into a downward dog. This was a hard pose to hold but I knew how my ass would be presented to him. He was looking intensely.
He said, "This position looks to be the toughest. I think you are right. I may not be ready for this. Do you mind if I have a closer look at the position?"
I replied, "Please look. It is important to understand the position so you can do it next time."
He got up and came behind me. He held my bare hips and ran his hands down the side of my legging covered legs. He then said, "It is a shame you are not married. Your body is being wasted."
As he said this his cock was pressing against my covered backside. It was those words again "wasted" and "shame". I did not want to leave them just hanging in the air, "What do you mean by wasted?"
He was gently grinding his penis into my ass. It was a subtle movement and nothing too obvious. He then took me by surprise, "Your body must be enjoyed by a man. It is a shame because you are made for breeding. Your good for nothing ex husband never appreciated what he had."
There was no ambiguity left by his comments. We both knew what he meant, "But no one will marry me now. My mother has tried for years."
My legs were struggling to hold on but his penis thrusting and grinding into me kept me going, "Your mother has been looking at the wrong men. You need a strong man who can take the responsibility of you and your c***d. A woman has needs and you need a man to take care of them."
I was close to cumming, "But where do I find such a man?"
I could not hold any longer as I had a leg trembling orgasm and fell forward out of breath. The feel of a real cock against my body was too much.
He helped me back up to a seated position. I felt him touch my breasts as he did so. I hoped he did not notice the padding.
My collapse had lost the conversation, "That seems like the toughest position. Next week we can try together."
I liked him behind me in that position. But I was looking forward to the next week. I went to the bathroom to change into my normal clothes.
My leggings and thong were plastered to my skin as they were soaked through. My padding had been soaked through in my sports bra. I made do with tissues. I was glad to have a change of clothes.
As I left we hugged again but this time he squeezed my ass in a confident manner. Our relationship was beginning to change.
It had been a few days and I had not heard from him. I could not stop thinking about our yoga session. It was the first time in a long time that I had an orgasm by a man. Did he even know? Was he even interested?
It was Wednesday and there was not even a message. As I was getting into bed I decided to message him if he would not message me;-
Kavita: Hi. I just wanted to check you are still free for yoga on Saturday?
He did not reply straight away. I was sat looking at my phone screen waiting for his reply.
It came after what seemed an eternity but was only 30 minutes.
Shahid: Yes, definitely. I have not had a work out like that in a long time. I enjoyed it.
I finally had his attention and I replied straight away.
Kavita: I really enjoyed it too. You picked it up quickly.
Shahid: I am not as good as you. Especially when you did the downward dog. You looked good enough to eat. Where are you?
What did he mean by that? He was making so many strange comments recently.
Kavita: I am in bed. Can I ask you something?
Shahid: I am in bed also. Do you want to sleep? It is late. You can ask me anything.
Kavita: i do not want to sleep. I just want to talk to you. Can you talk or do you need to sleep?
Shahid: I can not sleep when I have a beautiful woman wanting to talk to me. Ask me anything.
He knew how to compliment a lady.
Kavita: What did you mean by my mother is looking for the wrong men?
Shahid: Your mother is looking at young men. They are too immature for a woman like you. You need an older man.
I had never thought of an older man before as marriage material. Maybe that is where I was going wrong. But recent interactions with Shahid had made me consider an older man in a sexual way.
Kavita: I had never thought about an older man before. Do you wear your shorts and t shirt to bed?
I regretted that message. He will be wondering why I was interested in what he wore to bed.
Shahid: No. Unfortunately not. I sleep naked. A habit I have now developed. What do you wear to bed?
That answer had certainly increased the temperature in my bed. My free hand immediately went to my breast and began teasing my nipple under my nightie.
Kavita: I am wearing a silk nightie. It is red. And a red thong under it.
I eagerly anticipated his reaction.
Shahid: You looked hot in your yoga outfit. But you sound incredibly sexy right now. Your body is being wasted. You need a man to use it.
There was no hidden meaning any more. He was saying what he meant. Every time he talked about my body being wasted made me yearn for sex. It made my body hot. My free hand was now in thong as I fingered myself. My milk was leaking into my nightie. He was driving me crazy with lust.
Kavita: What did you like about my yoga outfit? Just be honest and I will be honest.
Shahid: I liked your big tits and deep cleavage. I liked your black thong. You didn't need the leggings as they were practically see through when you stretched. What did you enjoy about the yoga? Your turn to be honest.
He was not holding back with his messages. I could ruin him by showing these messages to anyone. But I was more interested in keeping his attention and now it was my turn to be honest.
Kavita: My orgasm when you were grinding against me in downward dog. My first orgasm by a man in over 5 years. What are you doing right now?
Shahid: I am stroking my cock thinking about your big tits and juicy pussy. How many fingers are in your cunt right now?
He was not holding back anymore. His labguage drove me crazy. I could not believe he said the c word. How did he know I was fingering my pussy?
Kavita: One finger. How big is your dick? Send me a picture.
Shahid: Add another finger and thrust harder. It is 7 inches. If I send a picture it will be yoir second orgasm by my cock in less than a week.
I inserted two fingers as my pussy. My pussy was squelching as I fingered myself harder.
Kavita: Please send it xx
He finally sent and I came burying my face into the pillow to muffle screams
I kept reading the messages and came multiple times until Saturday finally arrived.
I carefully chose what to wear again. I wore black tights over my red thong this time. They were thinner and more see through than the leggings. I kept my same sports bra.
I arrived at the same time and he was in the same attire as last time. Shorts and a t shirt.
He hugged me but this time he groped my ass more freely. I went to get changed.
When I came out of the bathroom I paid close attention to his reaction. His eyes were so intense on my legs and thong which was clearly visible.
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