I shifted uncomfortably and closed my thighs together. He recoverd,held the stool with his hands, and got up all the while , eyes rivetted inside my saree until he was UP beyond tht point and once again, stood at my waist level. My left breast was completely off the pallu now and the sweaty blouse could hardly contain the pointed fully erect nipple. He was treated with a wonderful view of my bra-free breast juggling while i was cleaning the wing number two of the fan.
Being the astute guy he was, armed with the knowledge that I am devoid of any undergarments and my body had already given its approval via the erect nipples and glistening thatch below, he made the next move. He shook the stool gently and quicky said .."Madam, the base of the stool is not good. I shall hold you along with the stool to be safe.." , with that his left hand was on my foot. The room was so much charged with sex at that moment, the silence from me, was taken to be a roaring approval. He was looking up at the fan. I was trying to concentrate..and mutted an aimless "Thanks" to him, tried to clean further .. the last wing of the fan. Within a few seconds , I felt his hand creep up a bit unmistakably. This sent shivers in me. I felt his hand creep up on my bare leg and rest on the knee for a while..Warning bells were ringing in my head all over. My one side of the brain was screaming to intimate that I am at the 'point of no return' at that very moment. While the other half of the brain was already lulled and taken over by needs and desire. In this brief conflict, the needs overtook the reason and I continued to clean the wing while i was enjoying the feeling of his hand on my thigh.
His hand was soft but firm and was creeping up inch by inch. It now reached the base of my petticoat resting squarely at my creamy white thigh. His index finger started drawing some weird circles on my thigh with some pressure, while his face was innocently looking at the fan. That was a very very different sensation and i had never felt that with my husband ever before. I gasped and stopped that cleaning and looked down into his eyes.I could see a glint of fire in his eyes. He continued to perform the circular motion and let his hand travel further upwards.. While still looking at my face. His lips were parted only slightly. He released his other hand from the stool, and rested it lightly on my bare hip. Our eyes were still locked as his hand went for my navel while his other hand at the mid thigh region drew circles advancing closer to my pussy. His hand reached my deep navel and he placed his index finger inside, and simultaneously he placed the palm of his 'killer' hand right on my pussy. I closed my eyes and sighed out aloud. He wasted no time in caressing my pussy lips and applied pressure with his middle finger in an attempt to insert. I parted my thighs wider involutarily enjoying the tickling sensation as a result of his fingers playing on,in and around and all over my navel. He inserted his finger inside my now totally moist pussy and it went in completely.He rocked it in and out slowly while applying pressure on my clit using his thumb. I jerked a bit. He took his finger out and bunched the saree and petticoat and pushed it over my hip and calmly admired my pussy in the light for a few seconds . I was ashamed but overwhelmed with excitement.
He drew his face eagerly, closer to my mound and planted a deep kiss on it. I felt his hot breath on my pussy. He grabbed my breast while his tongue went for my pussy. He pressed my breast with such a force as if he was kneading the dough for roti. The brut force felt good too and strangely made me feel wilder.He pinched my erect nipple over the blouse. I held his hair tight, partly because I was still standing over the stool and needed balance and partly because I was seriously enjoying it. His tongue first explored the outer walls and then dived deeper. He had a rough and long tongue . I felt as if his tongue took over the "Drawing circles" thing from his hand. He went round and round with his tongue inside me. My knees felt weak and i was shaking out of control. He let go of the hand that was holding my saree and took it behind me to caress my buttocks. It was just too much for me to take it all.. one hand caressing and drawing lines along my butt crevice up and down ..kneading the butt cheeks roughly and caressing along the hole softly from time to time .. while at the same time his unbeleivably long tongue was doing stuff that was beyond words to express while his other hand ,. not to mention was treating mx left breast good by pinching my nipple and massaging my breast over the bra less blouse.
Oooooo h.. It was all a bit tooooo much for me .. and i let out a loud scream.... I could sense a very very strong orgasm building up inside me. I was all in flames.. The stool was shaking for real now. I was shouting sounds that I had made never before.. OOOOOH and aaaaah... with my eyes shut and all other senses wide open .. I was having the moments of my life. The climax was building up by the second in me and sensing this from the more urgent gasps and sounds I make he continued the pattern and incresed the pace. I could hear the noise his tongue made while he licked me..It went like "cluck ... cluck.. schluk..cluck " He was rubbing over my clit with his nose while his tongue was deep inside. That broke the dam........ ooooooooooo ....I gripped his hair very tight and released myself as I jolted. I felt that my juices were flowing out endless, and after what seemed like a lifetime i went limp and stood still panting for breath.
He lowered me down from the stool and walked me to the sofa. He made me lie down. Before I could come to senses , he started undressing me. He loosened, unwrapped and removed my saree off me. then, deftly untied the pettticoat and removed it off me as i lifted me waist a bit. He took it off my legs and now placed his hands on the blouse hooks. Thy were all unhooked 1,2,3,4 ... and off... in a few seconds i was down to my birthday suit. He was feasting his eyes. He caressed me all over. His fangers travelled along the contour of my body stopping for a good amount of time at all the crucial spots.
He, then stood up, unzipped and lowered his pant. I was wondering how come i failed to notice such a huge hard on hidden behind those pants all the while. He Wasted no time and pulled down his boxers in one flash and his huger shaft was rock hard. He took off his shirt in a whiff and slowly came close to me. He then sat by the side of me in the sofa and parted my legs. He inserted his thick long member in me slowly inch by inch. I was beginning to doubt midway through, if I could take it in fully. In one final forceful motion he inserted it inside completely. I felt like It made all the way up to the base of my womb. He held my wide hip with his hands for the grip and started rocking back and forth slowly. His hands crawled over to play with my erect nipples and pinch them gently. I was beginning to get turned on again and i started gyrating my hip in tandem . After a few minutes of moving his cock in and out.. he increased the tempo. He staretd doing it faster now.. and faster. HE bent forward to cup my now juggling tits.They were juggling due to his fast and strong movemnts . He held them softly and sucked my left nipple. I felt that i was amalgamated to him and moved my hip along with his to a high degree of accuracy. He sucked my pencil shaped light brown nipples left to right and right to left . back and forth pinching and sucking.. He bit on one of them gently with his teeth making me go bersek with pleasure. I brough myhands and ran along his hairy chest and caressed his nipples.