This is an adult story and advised only for those who are older than 18. And this is a fictional story.
I was standing on the Bus stand around 9:30 PM, waiting for my bus to return home. There were not many persons in the bus stop. I am around my thirties and have a nice structure. I sometime feel good about my large sized breasts. Like everyone I got married in my early twenties. In India, it is a sad thing that partners are chosen more by parents than the individuals. My husband and my myself were not a good match. He had good professional skills and could earn lot of money. But had a dry mind of career chasing, rather than enjoying the present. I am also well educated and working in a private concern as a officer. The marriage life could not live for a long time and a few years ago I got my divorce. My whole family was against to that and so nobody visits me now a days. I have taken a apartment and started living on my own. I could stand on my own all the time except those times when my body needed the pleasures. Sometime it won't just budge unless I masturbate 3-4 time thru the night. Thinking all about these, I was standing in the bus stand. A poor woman came and asked for coins. I gave her some money and asked her "why don't you work?". She said that she would like to do that if anyone gives her a job. I don't know what went in my mind, I asked, "will you work as a servant in my house?". She replied "yes" happily. I took her home and gave her some good dress. I asked her name and she said "chenga". I showed her a room, where she can stay. She thanked me many times. I explained her about the work. Initially for a few days, I was worried, what if she takes things and runaway. But she was very honest and took care of the household nice. She became in charge of everything including food preparation. I have treated her with kind and respect. A few months passed away this way.
One day , I was feeling terribly horny. It was a Sunday and I was at home. I needed some rough treatment on my body. The thought of having sex was roaming in my mind uncontrollably. It was around 11:00 in the morning. I was sitting on the sofa of the living room and kept the sofa pillow against my chest to hide my raising boobs. It was in this high emotional status, I saw chenga with just a towel on her. She was going to her room from the bathroom. I could see a few drops of water just rolling down from the knee down her leg. The legs were so smooth that the water drops rolled down without any problem. She went and closed her room to change her dress. Chenga had a unique style of walking. There was something beautiful and unique about that style. The way that style handling the broad back bottom of her was very interesting to watch. And that too in a towel, it was adding to her beauty and adding fuel to my feelings. That scene changed my entire way of looking at chenga in the coming days. Chenga came out from her room nicely dressed on saree. Her long hairs were flowing to the hip. Her smooth tummy explained that she never had child. She started preparing my lunch table. I went and sat there in my chair near the dining table. Suddenly when she was serving, the spoon got stuck in the saree falls and exposed one side of her boobs. She could not immediately correct it because she was holding the vessel with curry in it. That was just fantastic. It was pointing beautifully with good size. Once finished serving the curry, she adjusted the saree. The scene just made my thoughts run in circle. I could not eat much. I left the table without finishing it completely. She enquired to me whether I am alright. I replied, I need some rest and went to my bedroom. She was looking at me, and guessed that I am troubled in some way. But did not say anything. I went to my bed. I was restless. Thoughts like, the thirst for seeing her nude, her tongue rolling on my breasts, smelling her armpit, herself putting her nose in my pussy, pressing hard on my boobs, were dancing in my mind. The dress that I was wearing felt too heavy on me suddenly. After checking the doors are locked, I made myself completely nude and masturbated and was trying to lick my own breasts. I had never been so passionate. After few hours I came out of my room. Looked like chenga had gone for her afternoon nap. I came and sat on the sofa in the living room and started watching TV. Mind was not setting itself to whatever going on in TV, but trying to look chenga in different positions. That flashed in my mind that I have never seen chenga sleeping. I wanted to see her sleeping. I went to her room, it was closed. I peeped thru the key hole. She was lying on the bed without covering her with bed sheets. But her dress was completely covering her. I did not see any movements. Looked like she is fast asleep. Her toes were facing the bed. Would she be having all the feelings that I go thru. How does she satisfy herself? When I was thinking like these and watching thru the key hole, suddenly chenga got up and sat on the bed. Her eyes scanned the windows and doors. Then she came near the door. I moved from that place immediately. But she did not come out. After few seconds, I went to the key hole again. After checking all the windows and door lock, chenga sat on the side of the bed. From the key hole, I could only get the side view of her. Her hand went inside the saree falls and released one or two of the hooks in the jacket. Then her both hands went to her back and released the bra. Then her both hands went inside the jacket and the bra and grabbed each one of the raising boobs. Her eyes were wide shut. She was trying to press her boobs as hard as it can be. She caught both the nipples in her fingers and pulled it down. That made the jacket and bra to go up and let the beauties out. She was pinching the nipples hard and slowly bent her head to catch one of them in the mouth. She started biting the nipple by holding one of them in her left hand. Her right hand proceeded down. It first loosened the knot of the inner skirt and went inside the panties. The hand was not visible outside, but from her body movement I could guess that she is rubbing the lines and inserting fingers. I could not stand the passion for someone to taste me and whole body was running with unexplainable pressure. Changa had become the center of everything in mind. My mind said, If chenga's tongue would touch my pussy, that would be the ultimate pleasure I would ever have in this life. If her tongue can squeeze out a drop of milk from my breasts, that will be the best day of my life. The idea of myself and chenga caressing each other and giving pleasure to each other is the only thing that stayed in my mind. And I had decided to have her that day, somehow.
Around 9:30 PM in the evening, we were sitting in the living room after our dinner. I looked very confused and did not know how to start anything with her. But my mind could not be convinced of not having sex with her. I was debating to myself about all these and finally decided to tell her about my need and leave whatever happens to future. I started with my divorce story. Then I proceeded with lonely women's life in general. And slowly got into the chapter of physical needs. Then suddenly in one abrupt brief sentence I said, I love your beauty and I need to have sex with you. She looked shocked and kept silence. I did not leave, I asked her to give me yes' or no' for that. I also assured that either of the answer would not affect her in any way. She said, she has no experience of all those. And that sounded YES to me. I got up , went near her and said I will be waiting in the bedroom. I went into my bedroom and got myself into night dress. I sprayed the jasmine perfume in the room. As usual she finished all kitchen stuff and brushed her tooth and came. She had not changed her dress and came in saree. Which thrilled me, because I am going to get the excitement of making her nude. I was sitting on the bed . She came and stood near the bed. I told her to sit. I asked her to keep her head on my lap and lie down. She did. She was a little shy. She could not look into my eyes directly. I slowly brushed her forehead with my right hand. With my left hand I went up and down on the hills of her chest, over the dress. I moved the saree top and reached for the nipple on top of the jacket. I slowly rubbed them. I made circle around them. I kissed on her forehead. I held her head and kissed on her lips. I saw her foot straightening. I set my mouth near her ears and asked, do you like this. And grabbed the soft part of her ears in the mouth. She nodded her head. I wanted to make her talk. So I asked, do you want your jacket to be removed by me or yourself? Before she answered that question, I sent my hand to her navel and rubbed the hole. She wanted to say `you' to my question and that came out with the slight moan. That thrilled me. I opened her jacket buttons one by one. Between each button, I sent my hand once to navel and rubbed the hole. Once all the buttons are opened, I could see her beauties pointing straight within the bra. Her passion was increasing and occasionally she placed her hand in between her thighs and attempted to turn to sides. Since my nighty was transparent, while lying on my lap, she could have the bottom view of my breasts. I released her beauties from her bra and laid down beside her. Her nipples were standing on the large brown round base. I put my face between the two and pressed them against my both cheeks. She pressed my head into that valley. It was a pleasure. Then I raised one of her hand and set my nose against her armpit. She was letting out the kinky aroma there. When I raised her hand her nipples also raised and I put it on my mouth and sucked. I pulled them a little bit. I removed my nighty and put one my nipple into her mouth. She was enjoying it. Her other hand came and caught my other side and started pressing and squeezing it .while lying beside her, I climbed up so that my pussy would come near her nose. She rubbed her nose in my pussy. Initially she seemed not liking the idea, but after few minutes slowly She started playing with that. She liked her face running on my hairs. And Suddenly, she brought her one hand and try to open up the lines. Her tongue came out and touched my inner folds. With her fingers she made the layers apart and kept leading her tongue inner and inner. I was in ecstasy. I motioned my body to her tongue all over there. She got up and tried to remove her inner skirt. I went and leaned down near her. Once she unknot the inner skirt and stepped out of it, I did not let her remove the panties. Instead I took my both hands around her and held the each globes her butt in each hand and brought her near me and smelled her pussy over the panties. Then I slightly moved the panties tried to smell them. She was already wet and sending the fragrance across the room. I removed her panties and pushed her a little and made her sit on the corner of the bed. I moved her thighs apart and started lavishing her mound and inner lobes with my tongue. In between, I used my fingers to open up to lead my tongue. Then I found the beautiful hole, and inserted the maximum of my tongue into it and was tasting the juice. She was holding one of her breast in one hand and the other hand was pressing me against her pussy for me to eat more and more. It went on for few minutes and she released everything for me to taste. After this we did not have any hesitation to start our desires. Sometimes when we watch TV, she might put her hand across my shoulder and into my bra and play. Sometimes I would start the play by rubbing her inner thighs over the dress.
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