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My dream of being boob fucked remained a dream until …

Everyone has their dreams in their growing up age. I too had a dream. I dreamed of being fucked by the boobs of a big chested mature girl. Yes, that was my dream. That became my dream by the time I became a grown up man. Yeah a bit different from the dreams of becoming a doctor or engineer. I will tell you what or who inspired me on that dream. In my young age I was fascinated by actress Rasi, Sreevidy etc who are abundantly blessed with huge boobs. I still remember the days when I watched their movies in theatre with my parents. In that big screen whenever they were the focus it is not their face that gets the most prominence in the scene. But it is their towering boobs that filled up most of the space in the big screen. And it had larger than life impression in my mind from my young days.

From them, I grew up to start appreciating the boobs of other actresses and got mesmerised by the sheer abundance of variety boobs. From straight pointed to heavy chested, bouncing ones to rounded ones, from deep cleavaged to hard titted etc. When I progressed to watch adult movies on net, an amazing video caught my attention. It was the video of a mature women with voluptuous heavily oiled boobs giving boob fuck to her mate. It was a home video taken by an amateur couple. But the body of the mature girl, the naturality of the scenes and the passion with which they did it had an everlasting impression in my mind. Those boobs where free flowing and well oiled and the guy’s cock was moving in and out of its cleavage like it is in a pussy. Ahh, it left an everlasting impression in my life that I decided to marry only a busty girl in my life.

When I became a candidate for marriage, for almost a year I had to search for a suitable bride. Finding a girl of my taste (meaning a busty girl) was not an easy task for me. Because been a lean guy, all alliance for me came with the same lean profile. I had to reject many a girls even when they where otherwise beautiful and suitable for my physic. My parents where not able to understand why I rejected some of the good cases. They thought I was crazy. How could I have told them that I was looking for a busty girl just like actress Rasi or Namitha. Finally after a year of searching I got a girl which is somewhat close to my dream.

Atleast that is what I thought. But I was wrong or I was cheated. It is only after two days of my marriage that I realized that I was cheated with a padded bra. I was crestfallen. What happened was that the girl was prepared by her aunties on our alliance seeing day, and it was they who gave the girl a padded bra which she wore. These aunties themselves are heavily chested and they must have known the virtues of dressing their pet in a padded bra.

Finding this out in the days that followed the marriage, I was heavily saddened. My dream girl image was shattered. She was just on the brim of my parameter of a heavy chested girl while I saw her with the padded bra on the first day. Now when I see her without bra, she was well below the benchmark I had in my mind. Though I was crestfallen, I was not able to show any ager towards my poor wife who really had no intentions of cheating. So I took her as she is and we had normal sex life all these years. But even after all these years, my urge for the dream boob fuck could not be satisfied. Her boobs was only just enough to hold and squeeze but not enough for a pleasurable boob fuck. So that dream became an unfulfilled one until it happened…

Before I tell about that, let me tell about the other side of my life. I work in a bpo industry and have been in the same company for years before I moved to a new company 6 months before. And that made my dream come true. I was fascinated by a senior colleague of mine in the same team. We may have more beautiful and gorgeous girls in our office (but certainly not in my team). But this colleague was a special one. She was blessed with an abundant size of boobs which is not just plentiful, but firm and pointed too. For the first time in my life I was shown what a big and firm breasted lady would look like in real life. This lady is the one and only lady I have ever seen in real life who had such a huge boobs but yet unsagging and pointed upright. Whenever she raises her hand, or heaves her chest, I was mesmerized by the horizontal level at which top of her chest stands. She could have kept her files on top without the fear off falling off. There is no exaggeration in my words and is true as far as my observations in real life. If you listen to some comments I happen to hear about her from my colleagues in public and private, you will understand.

One colleague once said that her son (yes, she has a son in pre-kg and has a lucky husband too) should be the most luckiest boy in the world to get the chance of sucking at this marvellous twin towers. Another colleague once said that her chudi (yes, she mostly wears chudi and on rare occasions sari) neck line should reach up to her neck if she really wanted to hide her cleavage. He made that statement because she though is always a very conservatively dressed lady, she finds it often difficult to hide her deep cleavage from popping out on the top. My colleagues used to tell it as an achievement when any one of them gets a chance to see her cleavage under her misplaced dupatta. In recognition of her unique body structure, we used to call her Rugby lady when in private (hope you guessed why? If you cant find out why, check with me at ).

And to top all her assets, she always wears dark red lipstick to office with a good amount of makeup on her face. I have never seen her in the office without makeup or the dark sensual lipstick. The red lipstick with the white teeth under it in itself is a dick raiser. Would love try taking a bite of her red lip, smearing the lipstick all around her white cosmetic face, while my hands squeezed on to her hot milk packet like boobs! In spite of all her assets we never dared to mess with her. Though she is our colleague, she is also a senior graded person with more responsibilities. She is very serious, and rarely poses for photos. More importantly she is thorough professional in her work and does only formal communications. So she remained a dream unachievable figure for all of us. Especially to me until that fateful day!

That was the day when we had our annual day in a hotel where awards are distributed. This time the destination hotel was a beach side hotel some 1.5-2 hrs away. For the day she came in saree and looked gorgeous. Her protruding boobs, her red lips, her plump cheek all made me feel like cuming by just watching her. When she took her prestigious award, her lips where shining in the limelight, while her teeth’s sparkled. When she was not on the dais, I always tried to be by her left side as much as possible. Know why? It is because the open side of her pallu comes on the left side and that gives me ample view of her protruding milk packet like boobs. From that view her naked boob is separated from the point of contact of my eye by a thin fabric of her blouse (and bra offcourse). It is stretched out, unable to contain all of her boobs. Just like a stretched out milk packet! Even one safety pin could seam to gush out milk from it.

As I had lot of drinks for the day, I didn’t feel awkward to openly stare at her assets. Infact everyone is having drinks including the ladies. After the function we all had cabs which plighted to and from the hotel. When I found out my cab, I was amazed to find her in the same cab. I was amazed because she usually comes to office in her own sedan. She was sitting in the back seat along with another two ladies. That denied me a chance to sit with her. Nevertheless I was happy. As the front seat is already occupied, she stepped out of the cab so that I can fold her seat and get into the back most row of the tavera vehicle. This row is kept in sideways. That helped me in sitting close behind her. I was thrilled to watch her free flowing hair, her cheek, and the towering boobs from the shoulder level. Her hair clip was matching to the blue saree she was wearing. This should be the closest point I must have shared with her while sitting. Soon we started off. The driver has put on ac and so it was chilling inside. I stayed close behind her enjoying the smell of her flowing hair.

Sitting behind in close quarters, I stole another look at her towering boobs. It was then that I noticed another fact. Earlier I may not have noticed due to low light. But now my eyes got adapted to the dim light. One of her towering boobs had come out of the pallu of her saree. The tip of her sphere-like-boobs is out in open covered by just her blouse. It was an instant arousal for me. I had never expected to see any of her prized assets considering she was very careful to cover all of it. But it seems she too had some good amount of drinks that she had not noticed this pop out. Whatever, I felt like my life time ambition is achieved. Almost half of her boobs is out of pallu. Its tip was bouncing with the shake of the vehicle. What I didn’t know then was that it was just the tip of what more to come.

As the boobs got exposed, so was part of her white skin above the blouse, I could see the beginning of the bulge of her fleshy boobs. I wished if the saree pallu had slid a bit more to reveal her much talked about deep cleavage. As I strained my eyes on to her boobs, I felt I am being pulled into some impulsive feelings. I felt myself getting bolder, unafraid to stare. I think the drinks that I took started having its effect on me. I was not able to think sensibly and had only her boobs in my mind. I wanted to see more of her boobs. My mind thought of taking risks which I would not have done in a sensible state of mind. I felt I was so near to her boobs, yet one bold step away. Just one strand of pallu is keeping me away from seeing her priced cleavage. The deep cleavage which anyone in our office would have paid in lakhs to have at least one glimpse.

Suddenly I got an idea in my devilish mind. In that state of my mind, I was ready for any risks. Her pallu was over my side of her shoulder. My hand was resting on the back of her seat. We both were on the left side of the cab. I slowly inched my hand towards her shoulder and then opened my first finger. When it was close enough, I used the finger to manipulate her pallu bit by bit over her shoulder. If I was in my real state of sense I would not have dared to do that. Neither she would have allowed it to happen if she was not drunk enough not to notice. I must have moved her pallu by around one inch and a half. That was more than enough to open up her closely guarded heaven. There lies before me her fleshy deep gorge of pure white boob flesh. I felt her white skin was shining more than the moon. The pure white flesh of her fell into the deep dark gorge of her cleavage.

Along with it, I too felt like falling into her gorgeous cleavage head on first. Her boobs along with the cleavage was shaking sensuously with the motion of the cab. I felt getting dizzy at heart. My hands trembled for more action. I couldn’t leave it with just a revelation. I wished to explore further deep into her. But I didn’t know how to. Her cleavage was opening and closing in front of my eyes as if inviting me. I could see her pendant just at the entrance to her cleavage being mouthed by her cleavage. It looked similar to the screenshot of a recent movie taken by tamil superstar in hollywood style. The pendent was just kissing the mouth of her cleavage which is long, firm and without any gap in between

Oh god, the sight was too much to bear. I decided that there is no turn back. Whether be it that I am going to loose my job or not, I will not turn back now. Once that was decided, I got my idea immediately. I will get around 1.5 hrs average to act upon. She is sitting close to left side of the cab. There are two more ladies in the cab, and one guy in the front. Of the two girls sitting with my rugby mam, the one in the middle, who apparently is also gorgeous in her own terms is trying to take a nap. The other lady is listening to songs in her phone through earphone. I thought I had fare chances for an attempt.

Being the collapsible seat there is a small gap between the seat and the side of the cab through which I should be able to squeeze in my hand to reach her side. Thanks to the other ladies, my mam was sitting very much squeezed to the window side with her hand resting on to the handle bar of the door. My fingers trembled while I inserted my hand through the gap of her seat. I felt it took ages before I broke to the other side of the seat. Once I surfaced the open space I stopped to asses the situation. I took extra care not to touch her at that point of time. I should be very close to her body, but still had no idea exactly how close.

I looked at her face, her red inviting lips, and her open cleavage. She seamed to be in a relaxed state of mind, and may be half dizzy with the cocktail, beer or even the hot drinks that she might have taken. I looked at her body, the position of her boobs, to try to judge the distance between her boobs and my fingers. Fortunately for me her pallu’s open side is towards my hand. That means I can directly approach her ripe fruit without being obstructed by her saree. Her hand was resting on the door handle, giving me ample space between her hand and her body. I moved my hand forward with my 1st and middle fingers stretched out. I moved extremely slowly until I had a visual contact of my hand by the side of her seat. I could see it from over the top of the seat while looking from behind. Now I know where my hand stands and exactly how much distance I had to cover to reach my destination. I looked at her face to see what her latest expression is. Whether there is any dangerous signs. But she appeared to be relaxed with unfocused eyes.

I got bit confident and moved my hand further closer to her, towards the open portion of her pallu on the side. From above I could see my fingers crossing the tabo line of her pallu edge, beyond which I couldn’t see where my fingers are. It has to go another 10-15 cms or so until I could reach her side boobs. And u might be thinking that is an easy task. But in fact, it was the slowest of all the movements I had made. It was a suspense thriller for me inside. Every time I thought I am almost there, I had to cover more distance. I think it took at least 3 mts for me to bridge that distance. And then it happened! I touched a fine fabric of clothe. It was one of the sweetest touches I had ever done in my life. It was my extended fingers that touched her, and I was then not sure exactly where it touched. I didn’t move my fingers any further, just kept there waiting breathless, in anticipation of a slap or any other reiterating movements from her. But nothing followed which could only mean she hasn’t noticed or felt my fingers.

So it is still not green signal, but it gives me a chance to explore further. I slid my fingers side ways on that fabric to get a feel of it. And my first feel told me that I am just under her towering boobs on her blouse on the side. I felt my dick rising in anticipation. I slid my fingers up inch by inch, or rather millimeter by millimeter, without applying any pressure. I watched her face to see if there is any dangerous change in expression. If at all there is even slight negative reaction I should be quick to take off my hand. But there was none. She was just leaning back on her seat with half closed eyes, enjoying her ride. Her fabric rubbing against my finger gave me a tinging sensation.

I started getting a feel of fleshness of her side boobs. I could feel the fabric getting stretched out as I moved up. Her heavy boobs must be giving a tough task for her blouse to hold on to it. At one point I was conscious that there is lot of softness under my hand on her side rib cage. It should be an indication that her boob is just 90 degree away from my fingers. I prepared my mind like a mountain climber getting ready for the Everest. I started moving my fingers in the perpendicular direction moving in an even slower pace. There was only slight vibration of the vehicle and that made my movements bump free. As my fingers moved I could feel the soft build up of her boobs.

I dragged myself on, resisting the temptation of pushing my fingers deep into her flesh by impulse. As I moved on I could feel the texture of her bra coming in between my hand and her boobs. It was a thin fabric but distinct enough to be felt by my hands. I felt my hands shaking a bit. As I was approaching the target fruit of my dreams, my hand could not be controlled. The peak of her mountain is just an inch and a half or so away from my finger tips. Still I felt unable to move my fingers any further. Primarily because my hand was shaking out of fear. I could proceed further only after knowing her reactions. If her reactions are negative I need to know before I reach the peak.

Because a women’s peak point (meaning nipples) is her most sensitive part, and depending on her mood, she may react violently in favour or against, when a man touches her there. I don’t want to be in the wrong end when she is violent. But when I looked at her face there was no indication of anything. It was basically expressionless, with half closed eyes and her red lips showing out prominently in the white background of her face. If I look down, no indication of what I am doing is visible. Only the hand that is going under her pallu is the only indication, which anyway would not be found out by our co passengers

I decided to continue feeling her body over. I for the first time applied some pressure with my fingers. It sank in like being on an atta dough. I enjoyed that cushioning feel of her side boobs. I watched her face. Still there was no reaction. Is she sleeping? I don’t know. Any way I decided to be happy go lucky. I can now boast of being the only man other than her husband who have touched on her gorgeous boobs. Don’t know if any other perverts would have tried her earlier and taken that title. Also I don’t know if there is any other guy for her from extramarital relationship. I pushed in my fingers little bit and then released and then continued it again giving a continuous massage like action to her boobs. The wave of energy from that action reached my cock keeping it in upright position. I had to use my other hand to release it a bit inside my underwear.

By now my actions should have been felt by her. If she is still not responding that could mean either she is sleeping or she is okay with my touches. I felt excited to be considering the second option. I stretched out all my fingers now so that I was touching her side boobs with all my fingers. I continued my pressure game with her and was satisfied that there was no reaction from her. I took the opportunity to feel up the texture of her bra edges. I moved my fingers to more parts of her side boobs, but carefully avoiding any where close to her nipples. I moved my fingers under her boob feeling it all the way. I started supporting her underboobs with my fingers, taking up the heaviness of her boobs partly in my hands. It felt great. I felt like touching a nylon pillow of heavily stuffed fibre.

At that point, without any warning, suddenly the cab tumbled into a big gutter. It was a pot hole in the NH which was not expected. Though it was not too big a gutter, it did upset the synch with which I was working on her. In that jerk my fingers dug into her lower boobs pushing her boobs up. She too got moved from her place by the jerk, but soon adjusted herself and sat back with half closed eyes. When we got into that jerk, I was having mixed feelings. One was the sensuous feeling of her heavy boobs thrusting against my fingers in that jerk. The other was the fear of being caught by the waking up mam. I had withdrawn my hand from under her pallu, immediately after the jerk.

But looked like that was not needed. Because she went back to her sleep as if totally ignorant about the presence of my hand. That gave me more confidence and I brought back my fingers almost immediately. As if impatient for any more slow moves, my fingers rested on her side boobs immediately. This time not so discreetly because I became less afraid of being caught. My fingers put on its weight on her boobs. I dragged my fingers over her boob side moving it over the edge of the sew line of hr blouse. I dug deeper into her flesh as I moved on, slowing down only as I approached her tits. I felt like a mountaineer who is at the height of his joy knowing that he is about to conquer the peak. And finally I made it. It was a small step, but it was a big leap for men like us. It was an ever lasting moment. I could remember how the softness of her boob under my fingers changed into the hardness of her nipple.

When my middle finger was resting directly over the tip of her tit, I let it rest there for a moment, as if to capture the moment for a second. I didn’t press on her tit. Neither did I try to squeeze it between my fingers. I was afraid she could still be ignorant, though it is impossible. After some moment, I reluctantly dragged my fingers down, but happily to her underboobs. I wanted to hold her boobs in my hand. I wished to weigh it in my hand. That was one of the dream from day one I joined the office. I pushed up her boobs from under, very slowly. Slowly taking up the heaviness of her full bosom. This might be the first time I would have told that I love to carry weight. At one point I was not just holding her boobs, but was pushing it up. So that I could see white skin from top half of her boobs popping out more from the open cleavage of her blouse. I got excited by the chance of seeing more of her naked boobs. Out of greed I tried pushing more of her boobs out of her blouse.

But that was the breakdown point as suddenly she moved slightly. It was obvious that this time she moved out of disturbance caused by my hand. While she readjusting herself in her seat, she readjusted her pallu too so that it covered up her popping out boob on top of her blouse. So that means she is aware of what is happening, but just don’t want anyone else to see. That was encouraging for me. She was back in the same pose she was before. But I felt she had slightly shifted her position so that she is turned a bit towards me. I felt all these as encouraging signs for me. I was fully confident that she is aware of my hand. Only thing I have to do now is play along with her without pissing her off.

That realization gave renewed energy into me. I had withdrawn my hand while she moved. Now I had brought it back and held her boob. For the first I used thumb finger along with the rest of my fingers to hold her boobs. I squeezed her boob with thumb finger on one side and rest of my fingers from the other side. When I did that her boobs thrusted out even more, defying gravity. At first I squeezed slightly, then I squeezed more strongly gauging her reaction all the time. She remained expressionless which definitely meant she was cooperating. She is not refraining me, neither is complaining. What else do I need as a green signal. I squeezed even more strongly and firmly utilizing the cover of her pallu to my advantage. I pushed her nipples straight into her boobs, something which I wouldn’t dare to do earlier out of fear.

Her boobs to me felt like touching a nylon pillow. I felt like poking a squeezed out nylon pillow on its corner point. All the time there was no reaction in her face. But I could see that she is now sitting tilted more to my direction giving me better reach of her boobs. I squeezed on firmly on her boobs trying to see if I can invoke any reaction on her face. But all I could see was her face getting even more stiffer with my handwork. Her stoned face is just a mask to her feelings. Nevertheless I didn’t mind that. I did all sort of mischief from scaling her peak to sliding down from it, digging into her flesh to releasing it etc. At one point I started getting greedy again and looked forward to wander more into the unexplored and virgin areas of her body.

I tried to insert my fingers under the thin fabric of her blouse from underneath. But that was too tight and unyielding. I moved my fingers up till I reached her cleavage and then dived deep into it. It felt like inserting my finger in-between a soft cushion. There was a bit of sweat in it, which acted as a lubrication for my finger to move around. I had inserted my fingers as deep as I could reach. Then without pausing for any second, I climbed her mountain from inside reaching the peak of her mountain at the nipples, between her blouse and bra. Her boobs was expectedly firm which was the reason why she had that gravity defying boob structure when she walked around in the office. My cock saluted her boobs then and there. I squeezed her nipple with my two fingers. All this action was so swiftly done that I think I took her by surprise.

Because she for the first time let out a small gasp from her mouth, when I, without any warning squeezed her nipples. I felt a small ting of satisfaction in making her gasp by my hand job. I felt proud of myself. I took my fingers under her bra to touch her naked virgin tits for the first time. It was hard and soft at the same time. I was excited. But that was all I could do within the constrains of her tight blouse. I realized that there is no more scope in trying that way too. So I retraced my fingers, and went for new pastures. I went down all the way to her midriff, exploring her smooth skin over there. Unlike her bosom, her belly was cold, probably from the ac in the cab. I felt all over her belly. Though her face showed no reaction, I could feel that she is breathing harder and her belly twitched under my hand, probably by the butterfly effect I was causing on her belly. I slowly circled in my fingers over to her navel. I paused for a moment before I dwelled deep into her navel. It felt like as deep as a small diwali lamp, which can hold a handful of oil in it. As I plunged into her navel her body shrugged out of sensation. I felt happy with the reactions.

I moved further down stopping by the waist line of her saree. I fumbled around there, as if lost in direction. But infact I was afraid to go further down, as I don’t know to what limit she is ready to cooperate. So I moved up again all the way to her underboobs holding on to it again. I realized that I am back to square one position. I realized that if I don’t take some more bold decisions, I will have to be content with bare minimals that I can touch upon. I just have only one hour or so before we reach our destination. Realizing that my hand flung into action. I tried unhooking her blouse starting with the bottom hook. I fumbled with it a bit as expectedly. But I manage to unhook the first ladies blouse hook of my life in the first chance itself (I never felt the same desire to unhook my wife’s blouse, as it is always she who unhooked for me). When I moved on to the next hook, her hand sprung into action and held on to her blouse. She placed her hand on top of her blouse, at the point of her cleavage where she pinned her pallu and blouse together. With that she denied me any chance to open up the top hook of her blouse. But on the positive side, she didn’t stop me from removing the other hooks of her blouse.

When I thought about it, I felt her decision was the right one, as it will stop from being exposed in front of others in the cab. Her open blouse will retain its shape and will stoop short of being two loose ends. I continued with removing the next and second last button. Now only the top button remains which is keeping her blouse intact. I got ready for my first feel of her boobs in open blouse. And it was worth the effort. The thin clothe of her bra could not have masked the fine structure of her boobs. I could feel her boobs very much through her thin bra. And the sharp pointed bra held in it a very hard nipple which was distinguishable through the thin bra.

I got access to more of her naked skin through this way. But humans are always greedy. I wanted more. And I started pulling up her bra cups over her boobs so that her boobs will be free underneath. But her enormous and firm boobs made it difficult for me to take it out of the rightly fitting bra. I used more force to push out the bra. And then it happened. Without any warning the thin mid ridge that connected the two bra cups at the centre snapped. I got alarmed, fearing her wrath. I had put her in a compromising position which was totally unjustified. Even she too appeared to be upset with what happened. But she didn’t react. And instead she pulled aside the two half’s of her bra cups and hid it in the side fabric of her blouse. That looked like a green signal for me to continue whatever I want. So I brought in my hand once again, and this time I touched on her naked boobs.

My first ever in my life to touch a full grown voluptuous boob. My first ever in life to touch someone other than my wife’s below par boobs. My first and worlds few luckiest people do get a chance to touch such a pointed self standing, firm and elegant boobs in their life time. All people might be marrying in this world, all people might be laying their hands on girls, but not all people will get such rare specimen. Married guys in most cases comes with lots of expectations but will be disappointed to find underrated sagging boobs, or be cheated with pads etc. I clunked on to the chance of my lifetime. It was warm and the skin and nipples were aroused with my touch, while her deep cleavage channel was sweaty and lubricated. I ran all over her boobs, unable to hold it entirely in my one hand. I wish if I could have used my other hand too.

I wished if I could have taken it to my mouth so that I can suck on it. But these were fruitless wishes. Though I couldn’t see, I could visualize that her pendant must be gulped in and out by her cleavage. I started giving massage to her boobs. She wiggled up in her seat slightly with my massages. That excited me even more. I was happy to see her responses. I could no longer bear with the hard rock cock of mine. I decided to take a risk by unzipping my pant zipper and take out my cock to give a hand job. I thought it wont be a bigger risk than what I am already doing now. Also I am having my shirt tucked out and so it will act as a shield in case of the rarerest of the rarest chance of someone looking behind right at it. I released my hard cock from my underwear and it sprung up breathing the free air. I began shagging it to my content while my other hand mauled over her booobs. She was getting tense under my hands. I felt I had total control of her now. I felt I now have a right over her bottom part too. Determined not to waste any time in thinking. I took my hand down once more. This time I didn’t stop at the helm of her waist line. I dug my fingers underneath the sareee and petty coat, to explore further inside.

My hand touched the helm of her panty line. From first touch itself I could feel the richness of its fine fabric. It was so smooth, thin, laced and silkish that it should be a premium branded one. Saying that, I now remember that her bra too was of top quality nature. It had thin shoulder straps and premium fabric that stayed in its place with minimum support and without any hard cup. It cut in at the right positions, making it elegant and sexy at the same time. All this I recognized by the touch of my fingers. Wish I could see it and confirm my observation. Coming back to where I stopped, it felt great to have my fingers over her premium panties.

I slowly rubbed my fingers over it concentrating on her G-spot. I could see that it was a bit wet. Happily I took my hands and inserted it inside her panties. And there I am, into a new unexplored world. Unlike my wife’s unkempt bushy pussy, hers was nicely groomed with trimmed hair, which rubbed against my fingers and aroused me. Down further, her pussy entrance was soaking wet. I happily played around the entrance of her pussy rubbing her liquid on her pussy mouth. Slowly I spread out her pussy lips to insert my fingers further inside, rubbing on to each nook and corner including her clitriot. She closed and opened her legs in ecstasy. It felt great when her thighs hugged my fingers. As if it didn’t want me to leave at all. Finally I inserted my finger into her deep soaking wet love hole. It felt at home in the warmth of her love hole.

Slowly I started moving my finger inside of her chamber. Very slowly, to gauge her reaction. Her expressions are not as stony as it used to be before. Because I could see her tense face and clenched teeth, as if to suppress a moan that might come out of her any moment. I felt happy to see her reactions. I slowly increased the speed of my fingering. Her legs opened up and closed as if to let in more air. Her body is almost entirely turned towards the door side. Her magnificent chest heaved in and out. I felt helpless that I had to leave her huge boobs unattended, in order to give her a hand fuck. Hmm, Sometimes we had to make compromise and settle for one thing at a time which is of mutual interest. Hmm, wished if I had more than two hands to reach all points that I wanted to. With time I felt that she is somewhere near her climax.

Because her pussy hole is soaking wet and had become superfluous. So I inserted one more finger to maximize her pleasure. With the two fingers now in, her pussy hole had become tighter, but lubricative at the same time. Her pleasure points multiplied instantaneously. Because I could see her trying to resist wiggling on her seat. Suddenly she brought her hand to her lap and grasped my hand in hers from over the saree. She held my fucking hand as if to take control of it. And she was not just holding, she shoved-in my hand herself to fuck her pussy hole. That was the first time she held my hand and took some initiative in our play. She pushed my hand into her pussy in addition to the thrust I was already giving. She was taking charge of herself for the first time. That was highly motivating for me. Now that she is there to give that extra fingering, I could give more attention to my own build up and climax that my cock is leading me into. I have been shagging it quiet healthily that it retained its enormous size all throughout the period, but without letting out the cum. But given the excitement and sensuous situation one is into, there is a limit for anyone to hold back from cumming. But still I tried to delay it as long as I can, and made my strokes as slow as possible.

But my efforts are failing with the passage of time. My head started spinning into a different world, altering between the speedy finger fucking motion, and the slow actions on my cock. I could feel my cum building up in me to a point of no return. I was sure that even if I stopped masturbating at that point of time, my cock would have remained excited and cummed in few seconds. Sooner than I thought about it, my cock cummed. It cummed in loads. My shots of cum went under the seat opposite to me. I was exhausted for a moment. The ac in the cab was unable to cool me enough. It was then that it occurred to me that she too have cummed in the process. I had felt a sudden gush of fluid gushing in her vagina which is preceded by her vigorous hand job and followed by her tightly clenched legs. She too was relaxing from the highly exhaustive pleasure wave she went through. Though her hand had stopped pushing mine, I was still fingering her love hole, though in a slower phase than earlier. I pushed in whatever drop of fluid that came out of her love hole back into it, so that no fluid soils her clothes. Think, I was suddenly concerned about not spoiling her public image! Once her fluid flow stopped, I took out my hand, rubbed it clean on her panty and then took out from her saree.

I estimated some 10 more safe minutes in my hand. So I straight away went back to her boobs, as I was still not done with her boobs (and will never be in my entire life). Her blouse had moved back to its normal position covering the boobs in the process. I tugged it up again and enjoyed being at home. Her boobs had gone cold from lack of attention (but not an inch sagging, still the same hard chested lady). But her nipples hardened up to my handling. It heated up as I kneaded her tits. Lack of time was a problem for me, though the cab was already late by half hour due to the traffic. I wish to utilize the maximum time possible with her boobs. But at the same time I didn’t want her to be forced to take out my hand in the end. I decided to give a final treat to my hand before I bid farewell to her boobs. I mauled on her boobs one final time, massaging, groping, fondling, squeezing, rubbing, kneading and doing whatever is possible within the time frame. Nothing could make her boobs sag even by an inch, as it stood up to its Himalayan standard. I reluctantly stopped handling her boobs, after giving one final squeeze to her soft fleshy mount.

Then like a gentleman I covered her boobs with her blouse. I tucked in the bra inside and tried to hook the bottom hook of the blouse. But I learned the hard way that hooking a blouse is not as easy as unhooking, that too with just one hand. I tamely retracted my hand, leaving it to her to deal with it. I retracted my hand back through the side of the seat to the safety. My hand felt slightly sticky. I smelled my fingers and it felt like being dipped in a bottle of perfume. Certainly this lady is a class apart in the premium category. Hmm, I still got another 5 full minutes.

I zipped in my pant, checked out for any cum strains which might be visible under the seat. After done with the checkups I relaxed once again on my seat, looking at the beautiful idol in front of me. She has by now seamed to have hooked up her blouse and sat in a way as if nothing had happened. I was expecting that to be only a temporary mask. But I was wrong. Though I expected a long term relationship with her after that incident, it never happened. After that cab incident, the next day when I tried to approach her, she appeared to be more firm and serious than ever before. She gave generalized statements like never to make mistakes in office which could even lead to termination if reported. Though she was talking about jobs, I could understand the hidden meaning in her words.

Even in the following days she appeared sharper and tried to keep distance from me. I could sense that she was avoiding me, and when forced to talk to me on job related reasons, her face was blank and expressionless. In a week I got the point that it was my one day luck only and I don’t have to look forward for any more prizes from her. So my dream of a boob fuck and tit fuck from the best pair of boobs in the world became an unfulfilled dream.

Addendum to the story:

Though my story with her ends there, I got an unexpected bonus from that incident in cab. A few weeks after that incident, at the time when I was content with my wife’s below par boobs, content with fucking her imagining her to be my rugby lady, I got a chance encounter with another lady. She was one of the lady in the same cab on that day. We are not in the same team and not that familiar except that I know she is gorgeous. She is gorgeous in her own terms with, may be even bigger boobs than my rugby lady, but not without sagging. She was driving by and offered me a lift. On the way she didn’t allow me to go without visiting her home. And it is there that she dropped that bomb on me. That she saw everything that happened on that cab, or atleast the last part and got interested in me.

From that caught red handed scene, I can cut short to another scene half an hour later. Here I was boob fucking this lady, my dream debut with a big boob. She had oiled her boob cleavage to make my penetration a dream one. Infact she had come prepared. Right from waiting for me at the road side, to holding on to my thighs while on the sofa side. She had come prepared from selecting the day when nobody else is there at her house, to selecting the dress from white t-shirt with visible bra and tight jeans showing her buttocks. Seamed like her husband is at on-site and she is holed up here until her visa norms are cleared. So that means I am a temporary arrangement to her which was by no means disgraceful to me. I felt honoured to serve her body, while quenching my own thirst. But she was considerate enough to start with my dream of boob fuck first, and then to follow it up with a full fledged fuck and later butt fuck on another day. I will have a few more days from a couple of months to enjoy with her till she joins her husband. I decided to enjoy it to the full. But while saying all this, even while boob fucking and but fucking her, I still remember my rugby girl and her huge hooters which I will never get to boob fuck. But I thanked her in my mind for all the good things that she brought in for me from that fateful day onwards.

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