Nandini Deshpande 8211 Part 1 Introduction
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I was in a great hurry to reach Chennai Central and in the next ten minutes, my train to Cochin was about to leave and I had hardly crossed Egmore. It looked like I was going to miss it and I was becoming tense. However my driver skilful that he is, managed to zoom in and out to reach me and I just managed to board the IAC compartment as it was moving. I was sweating and gasping for breath, not easy for a 40 year old man, athletic, physically fit but not into exercising.
I went to my berth and noticed it was the last berth with an interconnecting door to IIAC which was on the other side of the door. I dropped my luggage and slowly got my wind back. I noticed that on my opposite seat was a fair, good looking woman aged about 38 years or so. She had big eyes, huge breasts (nearly 40 inches and above) and was smiling at me. I smiled back at her and chatted with her saying “Our Chennai traffic is so bad nowadays and the construction activity around the station is so messy that to reach platform is a big challenge”. She smiled at me and said “I understand, in fact I was lucky, my son managed to drop me a little ahead of time as he was on the same route”.
I said to her “If you will excuse me, I will go and change into something comfortable and come back” and went to the toilet and changed into my usual white dhoti and slipped on a casual t shirt with pocket and carefully folded by pant and brought it back. I was now settled and then introduced myself to her “I am Prem Kumar, an architect by profession, settled in Cochin and have a branch in Chennai which I keep coming quite frequently”, she shook hands with me, such soft feminine hands and she had attractive nail polish and her hands were beautifully manicured. She said “I am Nandini staying in Chennai, I am a Professor at Queen Mary’s College, my husband passed away last year due to heart attack, I am visiting my sister in Cochin, I have a son in College doing his second year B.Com, and a daughter younger to him doing her Plus Two”.
I thought that this Lady was so elegant and poised; I will enjoy my conversation with her. I said to her “Nandini, I have brought my dinner, prepared excellently by my cook Mani, hope you will share it along with me, I have some soft phulkas, egg curry, rajma chawal and raitha”. She said, “I have also brought dinner which I cooked, you can share some puri bhaji, curd rice with pickles”.
She further enquired, “what about your family”, I told her, “I am widowed, I lost my wife in an accident three years ago, I have two beautiful daughters, one of whom helps in the business and the other is doing her post graduation. I have thrown myself fully into work to enable forget the memories of the past which are so painful especially the death of my wife”. She said, “Ho I am so sorry, guess we both are in the same boat”.
We enjoyed a very nice dinner together, joking and had by end of dinner come to first name basis, she was calling me Prem and I was calling her Nandu. During the course of eating, our fingers touched each other, there as a thrill. She got up to wash her hands, at that time the train was taking a curve and she lost her balance and she fell directly on me in the process spilling the gravy on my dhoti. I literally was crushed by her huge soft cushion breasts and my hands were around her buttocks, she had a very aromatic perfume and I was mesmerized, it must have been at least one minute before she got up.
She said, “Ho Prem I am so sorry, I lost my balance completely, she was not at all self – conscious and very matter of fact”, I said “I t is alright Nandu, only problem is now my dhoti is going to be wet and it has reached my inner jockey”. She said, “Do not worry, let me help you with cleaning the dhoti, first let me go t the toilet and change into something comfortable and come back”. She went and nearly after ten minutes she came back and I could see that she was wearing a night gown with large flowers and good print, it was a sleeveless and with a plunging neckline. She told me, give me your dhoti let me wash it for you, I told her, “Luckily I have another dhoti, let me come back”, I went, removed dhoti and jockey which were wet, cleaned them both with water and returned wearing the other dhoti. I was getting excited and my penis was making a tent. I sat down opposite to her and we started chatting away. She said let me fix the screens on the window and she stood up near me and bent over to draw the screens, I was transfixed as I could see that she was not wearing a bra, her nipples were clearly visible, I touched her buttocks to balance her as there was lot of turbulence and noticed that she had removed her panties.
As she was adjusting the screen, I could see the huge tuft of underarm hair. I got up and said “Nandu let me fix it, so saying I stood behind her, my already erect penis smoothly entered into her buttock cracks through the nightie and I fixed it. She turned around and her huge breasts were on my chest and I clasped her around the back and started fingering her vagina through the night dress. She was very wet and was moaning softly. I made her to sit down on her my berth and proceeded to arrange the blankets on her berth, in the meanwhile she was hugging me from behind and moaning softly in my ears, ‘Ho Prem, you are so handsome, I have never been so much aroused in my life, please make love to me”.
I said “Nandu, I am equally in same condition, you are one of the most beautiful, erotic, sensual woman I have seen in my life, nothing can give me greater pleasure than satisfying your desire”. Before I switched of the lights, I made sure the door was locked in the coupe and looked around one more time, Nandini who had slipped into the berth, removed her gown, through her head and was naked, her vagina was breathtaking, it was a very thick haired bush, beautifully trimmed and the lips were open and her stunning vulva and clitoris were erect , I could not control myself and bent down and spreading her thigh, started licking it shamelessly, she squealed in excitement and was grabbing my penis, I removed my dhoti and she started licking the shaft hungrily, sucked it like a lollipop and took a firm grip by her hand I told her, “Wait Nandhini, hold on, let me first make you come and then enter you, if it is okay”, She kissed me on my lips and said “Prem, you are so considerate and loving even when your need is more than mine, how much I like you”.
I started fingering and licking her alternatively, she was no openly crying and hissing, I increased the strokes of my finger and my tongue, she grasped my head and was grinder her vagina on my face and suddenly started trembling and shuddering, coming to multiple orgasms, wave after wave, and her clitoris was squirting the juices.
She was now exhausted and smiling contended and said “Prem you know when I masturbate, I did not get the satisfaction that your tongue and finger have given me, I said “Nandu you are most welcome, so saying I made her to bend and turn around and mounted her from the rear, her gaping vagina was a delight to behold, I positioned my penis and adjusted it and it slid in deeply and effortlessly, I could see her glorious breasts with the hardened nipples, I cupped both her breasts for support and thrust very hard. I asked her “Nandu is it safe to come inside you, or shall I pull out my penis at time of ejaculation”, she said “Do not worry, my uterus was removed a couple of years ago and I am safe 100%”.
I now positioned myself and thrust hard like a horse and holding her huge swinging breasts, rammed for nearly five minutes, she was now clasping my balls which were dangling wildly and then I exploded inside her shouting “Nandu, I am coming now,”, I must have squirted for at least two minutes and I could sense my penis throbbing deep inside her vagina and letting out the last ounce of semen inside her. I slowly pulled out my penis; it was only 20% of its earlier size, like a very tiny banana. She turned over and licked it clean and said “What a nice taste”
She tied up her hair and it was a heavenly sight, a fully ripe 38 year old woman, lying fully naked, with a gaping reddish vagina which has just been vacated, her eyes had become small and reddish, she was now like a well fed cat, purring smoothly. She slipped on her gown, took out some tissues and naughtily said to me “Prem I have lot of cleaning to do, it seems your semen is more than 90ml inside my vagina. I slipped into my dhoti, grabbed her huge breasts and kissed her on the hairy aromatic armpit and said “Thank you Nandu, this is the first time I have had sex after my wife died and how much I enjoyed making love to such a beautiful woman like you, I cannot thank you enough.
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College SexIt was an unseasonably warm day in mid-October as I strolled up to our usual meeting spot at the southeast corner of the university quad. I was the first of the group to arrive, so I snatched up a seat at the picnic table, at the far end, that was excluded from the shade of a nearby tree.I took off my jacket, exposing my shoulders to the late afternoon sun. Let the warmth wash over my body, knowing that this would be one of the last balmy days before the weather chilled for fall.I pulled out...
College SexAmber was late for her appointment with Professor Crimson. He was kind enough to let her come by his home for her oral dissertation. Unfortunately, Amber got stuck in college traffic and arrived a half hour late. She rang the bell but got no response. Hearing voices coming from the back, she crept quietly around the corner of the house and hid in the bushes. The Professor led his wife by the hand to a chair in the center of a screened porch. He used his stern teacher voice.."what did we agree...
BDSMAshley looked at herself in the mirror. She liked how she looked. At 5’9” in her four inch heels she was tall. Being on her feet at work had helped her shed the freshman fifteen she gain almost five years ago. She was now a slim 115 pounds. Tonight she had also taken the time to curl her long brown hair and apply make-up. She was excited to be going out tonight, even if it was by herself. It had been two months since she graduated from college and started her new job, a month since she had a...
BDSMMonica I sat at my desk watching my professor talk. The man loved to hear himself talk. I can't even imagine a person being more... well, boring. But still, if I was going to get the internship I desperately needed, I had to get an 'A' in his class. It wasn't my fault really...Ok, sure I could have studied more, but a girl has other things she needs to do, and reading paper after paper of boring psychological studies... well, it's enough to put you to sleep. I need my sleep. So... I guess I...
TabooA mature student makes out sex and insinuates for the first time. I was able to manage quite well to exploit this submissive, obedient attributes in this woman who had begun to reveal. I still wonder how I succeeded in using my best method ever. She was submitted, I became her master, and finally could penetrate within her; she amazingly liked this. When she felt her body playing with mine, she began to discern lust, desire and envy. I definitely was a man who awakened...
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