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Hi to all the readers of ISS, this is Alex, sorry guys I was not writing for a long time.
But here I’m back with a very hot and bold encounter of mine…Well as I had moved into the heart of city nearby Mehdipatnam. On one particular day, a real scorcher, I was hanging out on the terrace. There were a group of women hanging in a loose circle, chatting away on the other terrace. The women were older than me, mostly in their late thirties and older forties, a group of bored housewives passing the time. One woman in the group caught me eye, as she had from the moment I first saw her. Her name was Rita, as she insisted the day I met her, Rita. Very, very attractive woman. She was around 40, 15 years my senior, about five-three, petite, very pretty. She had short black hair and striking eyes. Small breasts, but firm, and very nice legs. She and her husband lived there; I saw them from time to time, coming home from work.
I knew she lusted for me, her body language screamed it during those brief encounters. Her husband was a total shit. I might be an arrogant prick, but he was mean, stupid, and nasty. I barely knew them and he talked to her like she was his dog. I was looking forward to hanging horns on him. The second I saw her I knew I had to have her. I took my time, there was no rush, I had plenty of action lined up and I could be patient and savor that moment when I would enjoy this sweet little treat. That moment was now, I decided. She was wearing a white sari, much too conservative for her still-ripe body, sitting on a chair in her balcony. I stared at her through my sunglasses, not caring if she noticed. She did, looking over at me from time to time, checking me out, and seeing that I was checking her out. Her neck flushed red. Yes, this wasn’t going to be a problem at all.
I got up moved to her flat and rang the bell. She was alone in her apartment, and after seeing me she was surprised. Her body language was quite positive for me and me as very desperate to begin the action. She welcomed me in her house and asked me to sit on the sofa. I took my seat and loosened my pajama while sitting and said straight on her face that “I want to fuck you”. She was surprised to hear this I grabbed her into my arms and planted a hot and very wet kiss on her lips, and began massaging her butts. I pulled up her sari and I saw her wet cunt. In her love hole I inserted my finger and examined it. She was hairy over there. I held out my hand. “We’ll go to my house. I’ll shave you.” She couldn’t think of what to say, she was in shock. I didn’t want her to think. “Rita, come with me.” I took the limp hand she offered and slipped my arm around her waist. I took her bag and carried it for her, making sure my hands never lost contact with her. A simple touch on the cheek, or the arm, can break down resistance faster than all the sweet talk in the world. The second I pulled her close and our hips touched the die was cast. I was going to be inside this woman within the hour. Nothing short of a hydrogen bomb could stop that now. It was only a minute or so walk to my house. We had to be careful; it wouldn’t do to have the neighbors see her go in with me. Once inside I took her up to bedroom.
“I’ll get a fresh razor and some cream,” I said.
When I came back she was sitting on the edge of the bed. “I don’t think we should be doing this. It’s wrong, it’s crazy.”
“Why?” I asked. “I did this all the time for a girl I dated in college.”
“We aren’t dating. I’m married.”
“I’m just going to shave you. And then you can go.”
“Nothing else will happen?”
“Of course not.”
She believed me because she wanted to believe me. Or, rather, she couldn’t believe that her fantasy was coming true. This sort of thing doesn’t happen in real life, sexy young hunks asking married women if he can shave her pussy. She probably believed that as she took her sari off and stood naked before me. My instincts were spot on-she was delicious. The brown nipples that tipped her small breasts were already hard. She had nice, slim hips and her smooth legs were toned and sexy as hell. Her thatch was a bit thick; she really should have been trimming it. But she probably didn’t care, since her shit husband was the only one who saw it. I would address the issue right now.
“In the bed with you,” I said. “Get nice and wet.”
She obeyed like a robot. Maybe now she was starting to realize that the situation was out of hand, that she was so compromised now that letting me fuck her wouldn’t be such a betrayal after all. She sat on a small seat near the bed and I sat in front of her. I lifted her up by her hips until her vulva right in my face.
“Is the water too hot?” I asked.
“No, it feels wonderful.”
“Good.” I sprayed a thick ball of foam into my hand and, without preamble, began lathering up her snatch. She arched her back and groaned as I thoroughly coated her with the rich cream.
“That feels good, that feels so good,” she whimpered.
“I know, I’m sorry, this won’t take long.”
When she was ready I brought out the razor and began scraping away her pubic hair. It was hard going in places, but I worked slowly, using my fingers to spread her lips to get every hair around the delicate folds. Every time I touched her pussy she writhed and gasped and moaned.
“Be still!” I hissed.
“I can’t!” she groaned.
I diddled her clit and she shook all over. “Rita, stop that.” I said sternly.
“Then don’t touch me there!”
I inserted my middle finger deep inside her. “Where?” I asked, innocent now.
“Uh, uh!” she gasped as I curled my finger and rubbed her G-spot. “Inside me! Don’t touch me there! I can’t bear it!”
I withdrew my finger and started playing with her clitoris again. Her hips gyrated again; she grabbed my hand and pushed it away. I let her, since we were already well past the point of no return.
“Do you want a strip of hair left over your pussy?” I asked, massaging right above her clit.
“What do you think?” she gasped.
“No. I think it would be better for you to be totally clean.” I went back to work. It took me another 10 minutes of careful work to shave her into perfect bare plumpness. She had a beautiful pussy, pink, soft folds, delicious. As I poured warm water over her, washing away the foam, I began running my fingers between those folds, gently, then with more force.
“Rita,” I said.
“Rita. I don’t think I can just shave you.”
“No?” her voice wavered.
“No. I’ve always thought you were sexy, I’ve wanted you since the day I saw you, but I didn’t know I want you this much.” I began massaging her thighs fingering her with more force.
“Then we should stop,” she said.
I answered as I knew she wanted me to. “I don’t want to stop. I want to fuck you. I want to eat this gorgeous pussy and then I want to fuck you.”
“No,” she said.
“Yes,” I said. I helped her on the bed and I wrapped a big terrycloth towel around her and soaked her dry. “I want to fuck you right now.”
“No,” she said, leaning back against me.
I cupped her breasts in my hands and kissed her neck, then her earlobe. “I’m going to fuck you,” I whispered. “Right now. Right here.”
“No,” she said, spreading her legs so my fingers could stroke her pussy, she was soaking wet. I stepped back and pulled my suit off. My cock was erect and I pressed it against her ass. She threw her head back and cried, “Oh, God.”
“I’m going to fuck you. Now.”
Her warm hands closed around my cock and she began stroking it. “I can’t believe this, I want you so much, hurry!” I scooped her up and carried her to my bed. I gently lay her down and then I kissed my way down her body, sucking her nipples, and then licking her belly button, and then finally I reached her pussy. I tongued her deeply, burrowing my face into silky smooth pussy, and then I drew her clit into my mouth and began sucking her. She froze in place, her body quivering, and I inserted a finger inside her and she began twisting her hips and crying out in ecstasy as she came, I kept sucking her until she stopped shuddering, and then I sat up and mounted her. I was enormously erect and I speared myself inside her and her breath caught.
“You’re great,” she cried.
I began moving my hips, slowly at first, but picking up the pace. This was not the time for a long, slow lovemaking session. Now she needed me to fuck her, to need her so bad that I would go insane with lust and pound at her. It would make her feel hot and sexy if I couldn’t control myself in bed with her. So I didn’t. I fucked her like a beast, slamming my cock in and out, crushing her breasts with my chest.
“Oh, fuck me, fuck me!” she screamed, not caring anymore about her adultery.
I kissed her ear and moaned, “Fuck, your bald pussy is so hot, and tight…I’m going to come soon.”
“Yes,” she cried. “Come in me, please, I want to feel you let it go inside me.”
“Uh, UHHH!” I groaned with ecstasy. She was good, very good, very hot and passionate and I let myself go and I came within a half-dozen strokes.
“Yes, I’m coming!” I bellowed and I ejaculated inside her. My semen gushed out in a flood and her eyes widened as my seed filled her up. I kept fucking her through my orgasm and my plunging cock stirred up a thick white froth in her pussy. At last, I was done.
“I can’t…I can’t believe we did this,” she said. “That I did this. I’ve never cheated on my husband before.”
This pleased me greatly; I always love to be the first person a woman cheats with. “I’ve never done this with someone who was married before,” I lied.
“It was wrong,”
“I know. But I wanted you so much, I had to touch you. I had to take that chance.”
“It was so good, so GOOD. I’ve never had a man make me feel as good as you.”
I kissed her. “I can make you feel even better, Rita. I can do things to you that you can’t imagine. If you want to. If I can trust you to keep this quiet.”
She kissed me fiercely in reply. Excellent, I thought. She got her cigarettes out of her bag and she lay there, smoking, letting the excitement wind down. I watched her wrap her sexy lips around her cigarette and I felt my cock twitch, knowing that soon those lips would be around my cock. But not today. I let her smoke in peace, and when she stubbed out her cigarette on a tray by my bed I said, “You should go back home, before your husband get home.
“You’re right,” she said. That pleased me, she was sensible, and she didn’t cry and moan and beg to let me stay. Yes, she might be something very special…
We both got dressed and I sent her on her way. “When can we get together again?” she asked.
“Soon, baby, soon,” I promised. And I meant it, too. She was a good fuck, a great one even, and I wasn’t going to ditch her, no, not yet. I had plans for Rita Clay. But they would have to keep for the moment. So any girls or women who are looking for some real fun can mail me or leave an offline message at my id Satisfaction and security is guaranteed.
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