N8story For Teen's Dreams

A Playboys Journal

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.playboy.com/ext/skins/dark/images/gbl_foot_femlin.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://www.playboy.com/ext/skins/dark/images/gbl_foot_femlin.png" /></a></div>Hi… I am Anu and am I am married. To a wonderful man who’s loving, hot,  and naughty and…oh did I mention really naughty. It's not been long  since we got married. I've always had erotic fantasies but I was scared  to tell about them to my husband. But when I did, he loved the whole  idea. He also encouraged me to write them down as stories. Even though I  thought it was weird at first, seeing him aroused reading them has been  a real inspiration to me. Recently I came across this site and found  lots of stories posted by normal people. So I thought I’d post mine and  see what’s the response. So here is a story that I wrote. Its fantasy  and contains imaginary characters Its not realistic, is intense and  contains mild domination and abusing. Hope you guys enjoys it. So this  story is about a 26 year old hot single woman. Her name is Mrinalini.  The story is written from her perspective. She has had a busy career  life and loves her job so much that she hasn't had time to think about a  long term commitment with a guy. So here goes.  The electronic alarm starts with the beautiful song for me to wake up.  And I snapped out of my dream. Uh! Damn it. I cursed the alarm. It was a  dream unlike I remember I've never had. Vague, but erotic. I was all  entangled within two strong arms with smooth hairs and kept pinned down  under him…I don't know whom, that the alarm messed it all up. I sat on  the bed and looked at myself in the mirror. I was smiling at myself.  "Look at you, you horny thing. You are all wet! God has blessed you with  everything a women would be proud to have. It's time you stop teasing  the men and yourself as well and start living with a man" She talked to  me telepathically. And a wicked smile spread on both our lips. The  purpose I came to Delhi, the meeting, was over. My return train was  today at 10.A.M. So I packed my stuff and checked the hotel room and  headed for the station. The train had already arrived. I checked for my  reserved seat in the first class A.C sleeper coach. Mine was the one  down on the left, the one among the two births attached parallel to the  wall unlike the four ones attached perpendicular to the opposite side of  the train. I love this side. It feels really private once the curtain  is put. It reminds me of small tents and tree houses we used to create  as little kids as we try to fit ourselves within the available space.  "Oh I don't have water to drink" I thought as I saw a person drinking  water. There was still some time left for the train to leave. So I  walked to the door to buy a bottle of water. At the door there was a guy  standing facing outside. He was around 6 feet tall and well built, in  stylish rugged blue jeans with most of its color looked washed off and a  full sleeved black denim shirt with its sleeves folded till his elbows,  long brown wavy hair and a hat. "Excuse me" I said intending him to  give way for me. He turned and looked into my eyes. Damn he was hot!  With rugged stubbles, cute sparkling eyes, beautiful dark brown long  wavy hair and a really killer smile. Our eyes locked and I was  speechless to be honest. "yes?" His response which was a second late put  me back into my senses. But the subtle indications made it clear to him  how I felt about him. I smiled of embarrassment and passed by him as he  was staring at me with a naughty smile, making way for me. As I got  down from the train and walked towards the shop for water, I took a  quick look back at him and caught him staring at my behind. The naughty  smile was still there on his face, as I looked at his eyes catching him  staring at me, He looked into my eyes and looked away and kept smiling  but looking at another girls behind who just passed by, shamelessly  knowing that I am still watching him. I kept walking towards the shop  imagining how naughty he could really be. His shirt sleeves were half  folded till his elbows. His forearms…I don't know why but I felt like  I've seen them before. But how come I don't remember a man but just his  arms? Duh…may be my mind is playing tricks with me. They look strong  though and his wrists broad…I smiled. Thoughts after thoughts went  through my mind as I walked towards the shop and back to my coach.  Strangely I didn't find him when I returned and gave a quick look around  for him. So I went back to my coach and sat down there. A couple of  minutes later the train started moving but he was still not around.  Suddenly I saw him coming running towards the door closest to my seat  and get in. Moments later he came near me, and sat on one of the four  seats opposite to mine. He looked at me for a brief while but I  pretended to ignore him. And was looking out of the window. He climbed  up the top most bed on the right and there were some luggage of his. He  took out a book, a pencil and scribbling something on it. After a while  he came down and started talking to me. His name was Aaditya. "I'm  mrinalini" that same killer naughty smile spread on his face again as  soon as he heard my name. What? I enquired for the reason of smile.  Nothing…nice poetic name that's why. But I was sure that wasn't it. Our  conversation continued and he was really cool and confident and knew how  to talk to and keep women interested. But all this time the reason why  he smiled when I said the name was bothering me at the back of my head.  After a while he was just about to go back to his seat. Then I  said…"wait"…He looked at me wondering why. "cmo'n why you smiled like  that when I said my name" "Tell me your favorite color and I'll tell you  why" It's yellow…now tell me why”?  Our names…they have a relation. He went back to his seat saying that. "I  started thinking…His name means sun. Mine means…lotus?!! Oh dear.  Hmm…He's…interesting. Time passed by. And all this time he was  scribbling on his book. At one point I saw him look at me and I nodded  my head at him non-vocally enquiring what he was doing in the book. He  replied "nothing" with his actions and continued with it. That made me  curious. Is he drawing? After a while he kept the book on his berth and  headed for the toilet. I was as curious as a young girl about what’s in  that book. I ignored everyone else sitting on the seat and went and took  a quick look at what's in his book. It was a dairy of his. It had pages  with one side plain and other ruled and he was drawing my picture in  it. I quickly turned the pages and saw pictures of other beautiful women  and things written, probably about them on the page right next to their  picture. But I felt bad that I am violating his privacy as all the  people were staring at me too for what I am doing. So I couldn't gather  enough nerve to stand there for long enough to check what he had written  about me. I went back to my seat and shortly after, he returned. As  time passed, we became very comfortable with each other and started  getting quite free with each other. Also the cabin started getting  vacant as people started getting down. In our cabin there was only three  people left including us. The other was an old lady who was not quite  interested in what was going on around her and acts like she's seen it  all and was always reading a big fat book. He was exceptionally good at  talking and using his charm to tease women that he kept me really  interested. It was getting late and we had our dinner. We talked after  that too. But the moonlight and twinkling stars had totally changed the  mood. Our eyes started talking more than our words. He was sucking me  dry with the way he was looking at me like an animal. And I was not  feeling like stopping him. I was feeling helpless and vulnerable and  enjoying it. Then he suddenly said…Oh my god its really late. "You are  leaving?" the question came out of me unknowingly. What else do you want  me to do? He asked with a wicked grin. I felt embarrassed. Everyone had  already slept. He went near his berth and took off his shirt before  climbing up. I couldn’t help making a quick look at his body. He was  having a really good shape. Wide chests, strong arms and a really toned  belly. Uh! Such a teaser…I said to myself.  I pulled the curtain and so he left me with my imaginations and the dark  sky with twinkling stars and the moonlight. It was quite late and the  train was almost quiet other than the sound of its own. The A.C was high  and I was feeling cold. Really dirty and lustful thoughts started  creeping into my mind. I started imagining myself at his mercy and him  having his way with me. My fantasies always were those in which I am  being roughed up by strong men. And he was exactly someone like that. I  was slowly losing my mind to his mesmerizing charm. I waded off the  curtain and looked one last time at his berth. He was still awake and  saw me looking for him. He had teased me and left myself to get horny  enough not to resist him. Moments later I felt someone pulling away my  curtain and it was him. He did not say a thing but kept staring deep  into my eyes and staring at my breasts and hips like an animal. He was  in his jeans and was wearing no shirt. He got into my berth and pulled  the curtains close. There was barely enough place for both of us on that  single berth. I was feeling scared and felt like something burning in  my chest. I was breathing so hard that my breasts which were already  hard and bigger were moving up and down, which immediately caught the  attention of his. My heart was pounding so hard and fast I could hear  it. But I kept looking into his eyes so lustfully as if I was begging  him to devour me. In the next moment he leaped at me like a lion at a  deer and locked me within his arms. Already scared, this sudden movement  instinctively made me to resist him by trying to push him back with my  hands and struggling within it. But he was so strong for me and moreover  I was not trying hard enough. He grabbed by my hair strongly and turned  my head to one side and buried his face on my neck. His hot breath and  lips made my hair raise and made goose bumps all over me. My resistance  melted and I took my hands from in between us, and he pressed me against  him harder. My breasts pressed against his strong chests and squashed  themselves like water on rock. My hands hug him and started pulling him  towards me. He then started sucking my lips. "Such wonderful breasts".  He whispered in my ears, while his hands were grazing all around my  body. But his palms were big. Big enough to grab my entire breast with  his one hand. He continued.  I was small compared to him. I felt so vulnerable and the feeling was  driving me crazy. I gave out a slight moan. But he immediately shut my  mouth with his hands. And said "Shhh" I obeyed him like an obedient one.  He started unbuttoning my shirt and saw my see through bra underneath.  "You knew I would fuck you today didn't you" He told me in a low voice.  "Is that why you put this one? To tease my cock?" I said yes for the  sake of playing along. He turned me around and made me lie my face down.  He then took off my pants and gave a lick on my butt, then covered my  mouth with his hands. I was wondering why but then he gave a hard spank  on my ass cheek. The unexpected sting made me scream but it was muffled.  But it made me bitchier. He kissed my ass cheek he spanked and lay over  me and whispered in my ears. "You like being roughed up don't you" I  moaned…mmm hmm. I could feel his rough jeans on the back of my thighs  and my ass and a huge bulge  at his crotch. Then he started kissing all  over the back of my thighs, my ass cheeks, my back then came to my ears  and then made me lie on my back.He started taking my bras off as I  impatiently waited for the animalistic admiration in his eyes the moment  they see those. And I got more than what I wanted. "My god they are  hard as rock. By how hard they are seems like they lacked a regular  massage" He said. He started squashing and playing with them. While I  tried to slowly unhook its jeans. He went down on me as soon as I  unhooked his jeans. So I didn’t get a chance to strip his jeans. He  kissed all over my navel and my belly button, giving me goose bumps many  times over. Then he went further down. But instead of slipping down the  panty he tore it apart. And did not take the rest of it off. He started  to lick me all over. Waves of pleasure started to overwhelm my brain.  Unable to to make sound, I was gasping like I was drowning, ripping him  apart with my nails and trying to tear off the sheet. And then he did  it. He started fingering me along with licking me. It was too much for  me. I started shivering and wiggling uncontrollably. I was dripping so  much that I could hear him licking and sucking my honey which was  flowing out. And then he stopped. I opened my eyes to find out what's  happening." He looked into my eyes again. "what?" I asked. "Your  eyes…those big, wide, and perfectly lined eyes. They do most of the  talking for you don't they" and they did, asking him to tell me more  subtly. "they were begging me to fuck you from the moment you looked at  me" I felt insulted. But it didn't turn me off a bit…or may be aroused  me more. He grabbed my hair again and told me to turn around and lie my  face down. Then he started taking off his jeans.   Was curious to take a  look at his manhood. "Stay! Look at it and you are not getting my cock  tonight" He ordered as if it was to his pet. I did not look though the  suspense of what that big bulge in his jeans was and what im up against  was killing me. But he was behind me and I was told not to look. He lied  on top of me. His penis filled my butt crack and there was still more  left. And his balls felt huge and hung low and were barely able to find  enough place between my thighs. I looked into his eyes wishing to let me  see his weapon "No your not seeing it yet" He said coldhearted with a  devilish grin. He was teasing me about it. After kissing and licking all  over my back he made me turn around and lie on my back. I did it within  no time coz I could finally see his thing. But He was all over me and I  couldn't see it while hes blocking the view. He went down and started  off licking my clits. And he was so good that he had to remind me not to  moan loud quite often. Finally it was too much and I pushed him back,  got up and I had my first glimpse of his manhood. It was marvelous. Big  and thick, trimmed decently and with two huge balls hanging on either  sides. I was mindlessly staring at it and playing with his balls with my  eyes wide and my mouth open and drooling. "yeah like that" "look at it  like that" "tells me exactly what you are" I was beginning to understand  that I was enjoying being insulted. "And what am I?" I asked back with a  dirty smile. I had given him the green light for sick talk.  He made me turn around and face down and got behind me. One of his hands  was on my neck slightly choking it and keeping me close to him, while  that other was on my clit while he was rubbing his dick on my butt  crack. "You are a cock hungry slut…you just doesn't know it yet" "Uhh  huh?" I moaned, barely gathering enough air in between my gasps. "oh  yeah" He continued "But you'll regret you didn’t know it back when you  were 16 after I'm done with you" His words were driving me nuts. "Oh  dear you just heard this much and your leaking like there is no  tomorrow" The moment he finished this, he covered my mouth again and  gave a hard thrust into my orifice with his manhood. I screamed. I don’t  know whether because of pain or satisfaction of being filled after a  long long time. But his hands were on my mouth. "Shhh…scream loud and  I'll stop" He threatened me. He slowly started thrusting me. One hand of  his was wrapped around my hands on my neck, with which he would  occasionally pull my hair, choke my neck or close my mouth the moment he  is going to do something that would make me scream. The other hand was  down on my navel rubbing my clitoris. His thrusts were slow and shallow.  As if he was trying to make me beg to fill me up. Then unexpectedly he  pulled the whole thing out and then trusted it all the way in as deep as  it could go. The sensation was overwhelming…like I was being impaled.  Only that it was pleasurable. My screams were always muffled by his  hands. He would do that randomly. I began waiting for those unexpected  deep thrusts. That made me focus entirely on my hole and the sensation  increased manifold. Suddenly the train started slowing down. But he kept  on thrusting mercilessly. The train was reaching a busy station. It was  late night but the station was crowded. I could see men, women, couples  and families, some waiting and others running for seats. Just a dark  glass window on my left was what was hiding me from them. "Look at  you…getting fucked by a stranger right in the middle of a crowded rail  station…and they don't even care…as if its obvious on your part" He  whispered in my ears. "what does that make you?" He asked. I was  hesitant to reply. "Answer me what does that make you?  "A whore?!"  "what was that?" He responded "louder…the whole thing" "That makes me a whore" "That makes you whose whore…look into my eyes and say that" He turned my head so that I don’t have to strain my neck to look at him.  The train started moving again  "That makes me your whore…aadi" I was completely getting into it. I  didn't even care anymore if come one came and removed the curtain. I had  lost my senses and had become a mindless animal. I started moaning. I  took his hands off my mouth when he tried to silence me. "what if others  hear you" Hs asked. "I don't care just keep doing it" I replied. He  kept thrusting. Aiming my g spot and occasionally thrusting deep into  me. I started feeling an intense discomfort between my legs. "OH GOD"!! I  yelled. "you are gonna cum aren't you"…mmm hmm I replied. He took his  hand of my clit, grabbed my throat, and grabbed my hair by the other,  pinned me down under him and started thrusting deeper and faster. It was  unbearable. Suddenly I exploded and started wiggling like I was  electrocuted. Waves after waves of unbearably intense pleasure started  surging all through my body. Even after being so strong he found it hard  to keep me pinned down. Though he slowed down, he wouldn't stop  thrusting, which he was perfectly timing during each orgasmic spasm of  mine. My spasms seemed like they are not going to stop. That was the  longest and the most intense I’ve ever had. Slowly it subsided and I  lied there trying to catch my breath, while he pulled it out and shot  his cum in my but crack. It was quite a lot. So I could feel it starting  to flow down into between my butts and over my asshole. He spread it  all over my ass cheeks before it dripped further down n messed up the  sheet.  "You shameless slut…you spied on me didn't you?" He said as I lied on  his chest. "What do you mean?" "you took a peek into my dairy?" "You know whose those pictures in my dairy are?" "No…who are they?" I asked. "They're all strangers I met…and you are the last one. They were all  like you. Were never aware of their true self till they met me" "But you started drawing my picture long before we had sex" I said. "your eyes…they were begging me to fuck you right from the first time we  locked our eyes" We looked at each other and laughed.  "See they are still asking for more" I smiled and hugged him and lied on  his broad chest with his arms wrapped around me. I slowly drifted into  sleep and when I woke up in the morning, I was naked but tugged in my  blanket and the curtains closed. May be he did that. The train was  stopped. He was not to be seen. I immediately pulled out a gown and put  it and came out. His berth was vacant. But on it was kept a bunch of  yellow lilies. A note saying…"Impatiently waiting for destiny to put us  back together" I took the bunch of flowers and ran towards the exit. The  train started moving. But I saw him walking away in the opposite  direction. He looked back to see me. He waved his hand and took  something from his pocket and showed it from afar that made me laugh. It  was my panty that he tore off yesterday. He stood there looking at me  and smelling it with a charming and naughty smile as he disappeared from  my sight.  SO…THAT'S THE STORY. HOPE YOU GUYZ LIKE IT. MAIL ME ABOUT YOUR OPINIONS  TO anjaliak23@yahoo.com. Only opinions and suggestions pls. Thanks for  your responses.</div>

A Playboys Journal

Hi… I am Anu and am I am married. To a wonderful man who’s loving, hot, and naughty and…oh did I mention really naughty. It's not been ...

I am 17

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.allindiansex.com/savitabhabhi/double-treble/originalimages/Chapter07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.allindiansex.com/savitabhabhi/double-treble/originalimages/Chapter07.jpg" width="231" /></a></div>Hi This is Abhishek currently staying in Bangalore. The story that I  am going to present is from my real life experience. It happened when I  was in class XII in Delhi. We were staying in a joint family consist of  13 members. I have a uncle who has a wife of age around 33yrs with 4 yrs  old daughter(gudiya). My dad and uncle is in cloth whole sale business.  So they travel very frequently outside the town.<br />
This is story is about me and my aunt’s unexplained relation between us. The first part of the story is as follows.<br />
Now let me explain my aunt. She is not a kind of typical house wife,  she is well educated and has a beautiful figure. She has a very preety  face along with nice size breast and a great butt. She has daughter but  still looks very young. I was like a friend to her.<br />
Its was summer time in Delhi and I was having exams on my head. So  for study purpose I stayed in the terrace house so that no body will  disturb me while studying. There was some marriage ceremony of one of  our close relative so most of the family members were gone to attend  that. I stayed back because of study and my aunt also stayed back as her  daughter was not feeling well also some one has to be at home to take  care of me.<br />
I went to the station and after dropping them I came back to house.  Gudiya was not feeling well so aunt said we should go to the family doc.  I have a bike so we got ready to go to the doc clinic.<br />
She was wearing a salwar suit with a duppata and realling looking  very young. I didn’t have any bad intention so far for her. She was  really like a good aunt and a good friend of me. The doc clinic was abt  30 min drive from our place. We stared at 7 and reached doc clinic abt  7:30 pm. It was a crowded and a lot of patient were waiting.<br />
We managed to see the doc by 9 and docs said that gudiya is having a  bit of fever and asked aunt to take care what she eat. The doc also said  that it will be better if she has breast milk for few days. It was  around 9;30 when we started from the doc clinic. On our way to home the  road was not very good and it started raining also. I was driving a bit  faster so that we don’t get wet, but suddenly from no where a car came  and just cut me. I lost balance and almost fell. My aunt was sitting  side leg and she almost fell on top of me.<br />
This is the first time I felt her soft breast on my back. But I was  worried for her and guriya. I stood and ask her did she pr gudiya got  hurt she said guidiya is ok but she had a injury on her right leg. I  asked her to sit cross leg and I took gudiya infront of me in the bike  so that she can be comfortable.<br />
Now after stared I was again feeling her breast on by back whenever I  was braking. I did brake sometimes intentionally also. It was rally  soft as she was holding my shoulder so there was no gap between her  breast and my back. I really enjoyed that ride but unfortunately we  arrived at home. I asked her to show me her injury, but she said its ok.<br />
I insisted then she said let me change first. She went to her bedroom  and after some time she came back wearing a black night suite. The  night suite was like a gown kind of thing on top there was a long thin  jacket kind of a thing. I asked her to show me the injury but she was a  bit hesitated to show me as it was on the top part of the knee. But  after my insisting she allowed me to see that.<br />
She lifted her gown material to the thigh level. I can see the whole  length of her leg upto thigh. It was like heaven. I never saw her like  that, it was smooth and white color. It was looking very sexy. All my  relationship values has gone for a toss. Then I touched her at the thigh  and it was like current passed by me. It was a bad cut so I said that I  will go to the medical shop and bring some medication.<br />
I went from there straight to my room and jerked off thinking about  her. The feeling of her soft breast and the smooth silky thigh was un  forgettable. I did my thing and went to the medical shop and brought  some first aid kits. While returning I was just thinking that I will get  one more chance to see her thigh and touch it also while putting giving  her the first aid.<br />
I came back and she was doing some house hold work. I asked her were  is gudiya she said she slept as she was not feeling well. I told her I  got some bandages and medicine for her. She said lets have dinner first  then she will use those. I said, no let me do it as u can not put  bandages by ur self on that part of that leg. She agreed and sat on the  sofa. I was sitting on the carpet below the sofa. She hesitatedly again  lifted her gown to the thigh. I brought some hot water to clean the  wound.<br />
As I was cleaning her wound accidently I spilled some of the hot  water on her thigh. She reacted as the water was hot and in a flash of  the moment I was seeing her panty. It was a red color panty and her  private part as looking very clean and shaved. I just saw it for few  seconds. I was thanking god for my accident. She again sat after  adjusting but water was all over her gown.<br />
She lifted her gown to the thigh of both the leg and adjusted while I  was cleaning and putting bandages. She was feeling the pain so I asked  her to concentrate on the TV while I apply the medicine. It was my plan  so that she does not caught me seeing her inside thigh and I can enjoy  her beauty. After applying some cream I asked her to lift her leg a bit  so that I can put bandages. She did so and while doing her gown again  got lifted and I can see her panty clearly. As she was busy in watching  TV and had a clear view of her private parts.<br />
As I said the panty was red and kind of transparent. Its was of good  brand with net like fabrics. I can see inside the panty. She was really  clean shaved and her cunt was awesome. It was tight and pink color. I  was really enjoying the scene. She asked me how much time will it take ,  I said I am almost done. I put the bandage and said I am done. She saw  the bandage and thanked me for my effort. She said I am not like my  uncle, you really take a care of people. I don’t know why she said that  but who cares. I was in seventh heaven after seeing her like that.<br />
Now my mind stared playing games. Now I was planning to see her up  close again. But I don’t know how? Suddenly I got an idea. I will ask my  aunt to stay at my room so if she needs something I can get for her  also gudiya is not well so she may require me for that also. I asked her  the same then she said no ur study will get hamper. I said no no I have  my study desk in my room I can study there and you and gudiya can sleep  there.<br />
Also I have a huge bed so everyone can fit in properly. Again  hesitantly she agreed, I was very happy as everything I was planning was  getting successful. We had dinner and around 11pm.<br />
she asked me to take gudiya to my room as she was injured. I picked  gudiya and put her on my bed and after some time she also came. She  changed her gown as it was wet and now she is wearing a simple gown that  covers her from top to bottom.<br />
The gown was having buttons in front as she might give breast feeding  to gudiya is she wakes up. All in all I was very happy to see her in  that dress as there might be a chance to see her breast also while brest  feeding. She put gudiya in middle of the bed and she slept in the  corner. My study table was on her side of the room and I was having a  table light.<br />
I switched off all light except my table lamp so that they can sleep  well. As it was very hot there was a big coller in my room. I adjusted  it so that they can feel comfortable and I stared my study. But I was  not able to concentrate on my studies, the scene of her panty was  flashing in front of my eyes.<br />
And now she is sleeping in front of me and I was only seeing her  beautiful body. Her curves can be visible very clearly. This is the  first time I was seeing her like that. She is really having a sexy  figure. She was sleeping on her back and one hand was on her eyes. Her  breast were erected like some mountains and then she has a really flat  tummy and curved waist.<br />
As I was watching the sleeping beauty she suddenly called me and  asked me to get one more pillow so that she can place her leg on top of  that. I got her the big pillow on which I used to put my feet and give  one pain killer also so that pain subsides. I asked her to lift her gown  to the thigh so that it won’t trouble her and to my surprise she agreed  to that. She lifted her gown to the knee so that the bandages are in  open, in doing so her second leg was also exposed. I again went back to  my study table and again was watching her. I wanted to touch her but  didn’t have the courage to do that. I was seeing her exposed leg and  some portions of thigh.<br />
I really was feeling to jerk so I went to the washroom and jerked. I  also took a bath as it was very hot. When I came back I saw my aunt was  in deep sleep and due to the air blowing from the cooler her night gown  was exposing her entire thigh. I could see some part of her panty too if  I was getting down. I quickly switched off the table lamp and put the  night bulb on and just sat at the end of the bed from where I can see  her panty.<br />
She was still wearing the same panty but this time as she was  sleeping side ways I can see her butt also. It was a solid round shape  butt and the panty was not covering it all. It was a kind if G-String  kind of panty that does not cover the whole ass.<br />
A good portion of ass was been shown to me, I wanted to touch her ass  but kind of scared. After seeing that view for some time I went to my  corner of the bed and I slept there. Now she was sleeping her back  facing to me. I can see her naked thigh but panty was not visible from  that angle.<br />
After some time I put up some courage and I put one of my hand into  her tummy as pretended as I was sleeping. Gudiya was sleeping in between  us so I have to put my hand a long way so that I don’t disturb gudiya.  After placing my hand on her tummy I waited some time then staring to  slip my hands towards her exposed thigh. After 15 mins of struggle I  managed to place my hand on her butt. It was very soft, I can feel the  line of panty on her butt.<br />
I started doing some small circle like movement on her butt. I got  the whole feeling of her butt on my palm. I was really in the seventh  heaven. My cock was at its peak. It was trying to come out of my pant  like anything. Then after some time I put my hand on her bare thigh. Ohh  god its was so good, it was so soft so smooth. Then I slowly started to  pull the gown up so that I can touch her butt under the gown. After 5  mins I pulled the gown so much up that I can see her panty now.<br />
Her panty was not covering her ass so I directly have a touch of her  butt skin to my hand. It was amazingly feeling. Then I lifted her panty  so that I can reach her crack. in between I was also concerned I didn’t  woke her up, but due to the pain killer she was in deep sleep.<br />
Then I lifted her panty and put my hand inside her butt. I started  exploring her ass hole, it was very hot as I got near to her butt hole.  But I was not able to proceed further as gudiya was in between us. I  played with her ass some time then I wanted to touch her breast. So I  removed my hand from panty and again placed my hand on her waist. Then I  again regain some courage and stared my MISSION BREAST.<br />
I slowly put my hand around her waist, now I was touching her lower  part of the breast and can feel that see was wearing a bra. I slowly put  my hand on top of the breast very lightly and stared feeling her breast  curve. It was so round and due to the bra it was in upright position. I  tried to touch her nipple with my finger from over the gown but didn’t  succeeded as she was a bit far from me.<br />
I was feeling bad as I was unable to touch her breast. Then may be I  unhook her front button then may me I can get access to her breast.<br />
So I slowly started searching for the buttons I unhooked tow buttons  from the top but there are few more which I was unable to open. I tried  to put my hand inside whatever I opened. I put one finger inside her top  and stared exploring. My finger was inside her cleavage and I can feel  her breast touching my finger. It was so soft , I tried to put my finger  inside the bra to feel the nipples but the bra was tight and she was a  bit far from me.<br />
Suddenly I sense guriya is moving a bit. I quickly took my hand back  and the in the next moment guriya started crying. She was hungry, my  aunt also woke up but I pretended to be sleep but I was able to see her  from corner of my eyes.<br />
She woke up and sat on the bed and got a bit shocked to see how her  night gown has uncovered her ass, but she didn’t try to cover it up. As  gudiya was feeling hungry I thought she might take her on her lap for  breast feeding ,but I wanted to see her breast and if she take gudiya on  her lap then I might missed the chance to see her breast.<br />
But what she did shocked me. She opened all the hooks of her gown  unhooked the bra from behind and toke her left breast out and slept.  Gudiya was having mill from her left breast and everything was happening  in front of me. I can see her breast laying down and gudiya was sucking  her nipple. I can see her whole fruit, it was lovely. I wanted to suck  it.<br />
All the time I pretended to sleep while my aunt was feeding her  daughter. After some time gudiya went into sleep and I see that aunt has  slept with her breast hanging from the night suite. I can see the whole  naked breast in front of me.<br />
I waited some more time to conform that she slept. After 10 min or so  I put my hand on her bare fruit. Ohh it was so soft.. I touched her  nipple I found that some reaction from her nipple. Suddenly the nipple  became harder . the breast was wet due to the milk the gudiya just had. I  wanted to taste the milk so I took some wet things from her breast and  put the finger in my mouth . it was kind of sweet but liked the taste.<br />
Again I put my hand on her left breast and started pinching the  nipple, some kind of fluid started to come out. I was getting very  exited, and wanted the right breast also. As she already opened all the  hook of her gown I lifted the gown and her right breast also came out. I  was holding the two breast in my two hands and stated pinching the  nipple.<br />
The milk started to flow from here breast. In the meantime I sense  some movement from my aunt but I didn’t stopped and also she was not  resisting anything. After getting the enough courage I sat and put my  mouth on her nipple and started sucking her breast. The milk was coming  out and I really enjoyed the taste.<br />
Suddenly again guriaya wake up and I again went to my position and  pretended to sleep. This time aunt did not show any shock after seeing  that her top was totally naked. She fixed her top a bit a took gurika on  her lap. She caressed her for 5 mins until she slept. Then she got up  from the bed and went to the wash room. I was seeing every thing from  corner of my eyes.<br />
After some time she came back and to my surprise put guriya on a side  and she slept in just next to me. I was like thinking now that she also  enjoying this. After some time I again but my hand on her breast but  this time I found there is no bra inside the gown also the gown hooks  are also opened. She was sleeping facing the opposite side so I was not  able to see her breast properly but I again started to explore her  breast.<br />
Suddenly she turned towards me while in sleeping mode, I thought it  was a indication that do what ever u want but she still was in her  sleep. I slowly started to pull of her gown down so that I can see her  totally nude. I found that something was obstructing the gown, as she  was sleeping facing me her gown was stuck on one side.<br />
I picked her left hand and put the gown from her left hand. Now she  was almost naked from the top as the gown was only on her left hand. I  can see both her breast and the smooth belly from there. The nipple was  getting harder and harder. But still I wanted to make her total naked  but that was not possible as she was sleeping. I played with her breast  for some time then I thought to move down so that I can see her pussy. I  kept her naked from the top and started pulling her gown from the leg.  It again got struck on her right thigh but I pulled that with force.<br />
But it was still not coming, suddenly she made a movement in her  sleep and turned on her back and put her hand on her forehead. that made  the gown loose and I was able to pull the gown upside to the tummy. No  she was in a 80% naked state. Her breast were in open and all her leg to  her pussy was only covered with her red panty only. The scene was  mesmerizing , I can see my aunt in naked state in the night with no one  there. I was really getting very exited.<br />
Now I wanted to see her pussy put her panty was on my way. Then I  started pulling the panty down. I put my two finger on the side of the  panty and started pulling it down. As she was sleeping on her back it  was kind of difficult to get the panty out. But suddenly she lifted her  back a bit and her panty was out from her butt.<br />
Now I pulled the panty out of her leg totally and she was totally  naked. As I saw earlier she was clean shaved, and her pussy lips her  tightly closed. I wanted to lick that pussy so first I tried to spread  her leg a bit apart. Surely now she was not in her sleep as her she  started to breath heavily but still she pretends to be in sleep.<br />
When I was spreading her leg she did not resisted a bit. Now then I  have spread her leg I can see her pussy lips also. I started with my  finger to find the love whole and got in with in seconds. I pushed my  finger deep at it was very hot and wet there. I stared exploring her  pussy with my finger tips.<br />
It was really soft and wet inside, then I put my two finger inside  her. I sensed some movement in her upper part of the body but she still  pretending as sleep. May be she likes that way I don’t want to disclose  that she was enjoying. Now I put two finger inside her and stared  playing with her inside pussy. I got something rough inside and stared  rubbing that part. Later I understood that was her G point.<br />
I put my two finger as deep as it can go, there were now fluid coming  out from her pussy. I took my finger out I put them in my mouth. The  taste was really strange as I never tasted any pussy. The scent was  amazing. I wanted to lick her pussy so I spread her leg a bit more and I  slept in between her leg and my face was on her pussy.<br />
Now I pulled her pussy lips apart with my finger and I saw a pink  pussy just in front of my eyes. I never saw a pussy like that until  before. I only saw some porn movies but never up-close and personal. I  put my finger on that pink pussy and stated rubbing it. Fluid started  pouring down and it put my tongue inside her pussy. Ohhh it was so  incredible feeling, I was sucking her pussy like I was hungry for 100  years and I got food for the first time.<br />
Using my finger I put my tongue deep inside her, I was like tongue  fucking her. After some time the fluid stopped coming and she got a bit  relaxed. I also cummed inside my pant upto that. I thought enough for  this night as I have 7 more nights and also it was almost day when the  whole thing stopped. But she still is in her sleep may she was just  dreaming so I also didn’t woke her up. I went to my corner of my bed put  a hand on her waist and slept.<br />
More to come as I have 7 more nights to share my experience. Hope u  all enjoyed this. Any female who wants to contact me in Bangalore for  massage therapy and any excitement as I am into this business also can  contact me. Privacy will be the topmost criteria for my client. Hope to  see u again. </div>

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<div style="margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">This was during my second business trip to Moscow in 2005. I had been there a few months ago. Most adjectives known to man in any language fall inadequately short of fully describing the beauty and appeal of Russian women. Walking down the streets of Moscow, one has to try hard to find a woman – young or old – who is not a sex goddess or a supermodel incarnate. Discount my personal bias and you still have a steamy lot. Well, back to my story, before leaving home in Dubai, I was checking out furnished apartments to rent in Moscow since I was going to be there for a while. Browsed various listings and photographs and finally decided to settle for a duplex studio in the heart of the city, close to the Red Square, furnished in “European style” or “Evro Remont” as they call it. It was owned by a woman named Marina and we closed negotiations at $2000 for a month’s lease on the phone. I reached Moscow the following morning and called her on my way to the city from the airport. It was a Sunday morning in November and the winter’s first snow had fallen only the night before. Everything was covered with a white blanket. This and the minus 6 degrees temperature outside was beginning to take its effect on me, combined with my mesmerizing first trip earlier in the year was creating a stirring inside me. I was to start work the following morning and had the whole day to kill. I was wondering if I was going to get lucky today. Sex for cash is available in Moscow like one buys groceries – available everywhere and one can pick and choose what to buy. But that’s not a turn on – lacks passion and is more mechanical and humdrum – slam bam thank you ma’am. I was hoping to get laid out of seduction. What I did not know was that destiny had more in store for me in Russia. Marina answered her phone and told me she’ll be at the apartment in half an hour and gave the driver directions to the apartment. We drove into the porch 40 minutes later and I got out and stepped into the lobby to find a middle aged woman sitting there on a couch. She seemed to be in her late thirties or early forties, fair, flawless skin. She was about 5 feet 6, well endowed in the right places, but not plump. I looked at her and she nodded back in confirmation – not a bad start I told myself. We exchanged greetings and she led the way up to the 10th floor apartment I was renting.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">As I stepped into the studio, my doubts of having settled for an expensive deal flew right out of those tall French windows. It was done in white with modern furnishings. A spiral staircase in the far corner led up to the bedroom. The ground floor had the living room, bath and an open kitchen. The outside wall was lined with tall French windows that opened onto the Volga River that lazily drifts through Moscow, and there was the side road running alongside. Satisfied, I handed over half the money to Marina as agreed and thanked her. She made polite conversation by asking me the purpose of my visit to Moscow, what business was I in. She seemed to be ready to leave after the basic introductions earlier, but as we got talking she offered to make coffee to which I readily agreed. As she made coffee, I sat down on the sofa and took off my heavy winter clothes to wind down a bit. She came back and handed me my mug and sat across. Before sitting, she took off her fur coat, revealing her true self. Not bad at all, I told myself while looking at her now and then. She was wearing a tight pink sweater and skin fit jeans. By any standards, Marina was an attractive woman – having seen the best of British, Lebanese and South African women in Dubai in the last year I had lived there. During our conversation she asked me if I was married and I told her I wasn’t. I bounced the same question to her and she told me she was divorced and had an 8 year old boy. This apartment was given to her by her father before he passed away. She had a second apartment in the suburbs where she stayed with her son and ageing mother. Coffee finished and she offered to show me around and climbed the stairs which led into the bedroom – as well done as the rest of the place. While I was keeping my hopes alive, I decided not to rush things and instead test the waters. So far so good; and I decided to let this be for a while.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">Marina was ready to leave after this and checked if I had registered myself at the Foreigner Registration Office. I had not, and she asked for my passport and visa so she could get it done. I gladly handed over the documents and asked her if there would be charge so I could pay her the money. She said yes there is and she usually takes cash, but in my case “I’ll be happy if you will buy me a drink”. Tiger started rumbling inside my jeans. She left, giving me her card with her home address. I spent the rest of the day sleeping and exploring the area around the apartment on foot. While strolling around, I came across an English pub – Molly Gwynne’s and decided it was going to be our rendezvous. The work week started with the usual meetings, number crunching and proposals with customers and it was Tuesday evening when Marina called to say my FRO registration was done and she’d come over the next evening to return my passport. The following day went by with good progress at work, interspaced with random thoughts of what lay ahead for me in bed. Thoughts of how much seed will I have planted and in how many women of this country by the time I left. Wrong again – things were to be different. I wrapped up and returned to the studio around 7, made myself a drink, settled down on the sofa and flicked on the TV. The door bell rang after half an hour and I answered it to see Marina at the door – looking even better with a new hairdo and long leather boots covering those legs.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">She came in and handed over my passport and I offered her a drink. She accepted but wanted to go out for it. And so we did. We walked through the snow covered pavements, down to Molly Gwynne’s and she expressed mild surprise that I knew where we were headed. Drinks were ordered and we talked of mundane things – the weather, Russia’s topsy turvy past, its fixation with Europe, and it finally veered to relationships. She asked me my side of the story and I told her in limited detail of various relationships I had with women during my time in Bombay and Dubai over the last few years, and that I was now engaged and due to marry soon. Marina told me she was 38 and had divorced her husband eight years ago, shortly before she gave birth to his child. Didn’t enquire why, didn’t want to know. We were sitting at the bar on high stools partly turned towards each other. Our conversation kept flowing and our knees kept hitting each other as we swung on the bar stools. I had expected her to have her 2 drinks and leave in an hour or so, but she surprised me by staying longer, and keeping it to 3 drinks. It was close to midnight when we left the pub and I asked her if she was hungry. She gave me that flirtatious look before saying yes, let’s eat. So we popped into a McDonalds and had a quick bite. After dinner, Marina said she had better be on her way home so I offered to walk her to the metro station which we passed by while strolling to the pub. As we walked, I noticed she was walking closer and we rubbed against each other a few times accidentally, mindful of it but not minding it. We reached the station, she shook my hand while leaving but kept holding it in her soft and warm hands for those extra lingering seconds before letting go. End of day four – good progress made without having to do much. I slept peacefully and contended.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">Thursday came and went and things at work slowed down by Friday afternoon. All work in Moscow comes to a halt by 4 pm on Fridays and until Monday afternoon. Muscovites love their vodka, party late into the night and know how to make merry. Coming from Mumbai / Dubai where everything’s about work, this seemed odd and unprofessional to me. I was forced to come back to the apartment earlier than usual and out of disappointment I ended up calling Marina and telling her how I felt about this. As I was speaking, I heard her chuckle at first and then break into laughter over how I was reacting. I learned this was typical of Russia so decades now. The cold weather has a lot to do with this, as is the national thirst for Vodka and lust for night life. She asked what my weekend plans were and I had nothing to say. I did have a few friends around, but what was shaping up here seemed better. Marina invited me to her house for dinner which delighted me, but I accepted it politely without sounding overjoyed. I was about to hang-up when she asked me how would I come to which I answered “taxi”. She asked my why in a remonstrating voice and suggested I take the metro which would take half the time and cost a tenth of the taxi fare. I told her I was unfamiliar and didn’t know my way to her house from the station. She took care of that by saying she’ll meet me at the station. This wasn’t the typical tenant-landlady or guest-host relationship. Marina was coming across as more of a friend or companion – calling up once a day to check on me, going out for drinks, helping out, and finally inviting me home. She was 38, Russian, divorced with a kid. I was 28, Indian; single, on a business trip and renting her studio.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">The answer was obvious, and also equally oblivious. I decided to speak to her about this on a casual note when the opportunity arose for more than one reason. One, I was not about to get into a relationship as I was due to marry in a few months. Two, I wanted to be sure of what’s on her mind so I did not end up at a dead end later or worse, get kicked out of the studio for being a “lout”! I have a very loving mother and also have my fair share of platonic female friends – so no more room for another motherly figure or “we’re-just-good-friends-who-never-thought-of-ending-up-in-bed-one-night” types. I got off the train, came up to ground level and saw Marina standing behind a pillar outside. I went up to her; we exchanged smiles in greeting and began walking to her house. Again, I noticed her walk close to me and this time even slung her arm around mine a couple of times as if driven by the cold – she wasn’t wearing an overcoat, only a sweater and jacket – probably because her house was close by. We reached the house and she introduced me to her son and mother as the new guest from India and a “kharasho” (nice) man. Well! Her mother was in her late 70’s and not very active – just about managed to take care of the house and her grandson Alex who was 8. Marina also had a day job as a Yoga instructor at the ISKCON Centre in the city. This came as a surprise since she hadn’t mentioned this earlier – her mother did. So that more or less explained her friendliness – like many Russians, she was heavily into Indian culture and so her inclination to an Indian guest was nothing extra-ordinary. But then my thoughts went back to the time and conversations at Molly Gwynne are, walking with Marina and the unspoken feelings that seemed to be coming through. Was my personal mission for this trip making me read too much between the lines or was there something really out there. It got too complicated and I dismissed it for a while and told myself I’d figure this out later. With this new information ‘thrown’ at me by her mom, I sobered up and maintained neutral and polite behavior that would be expected of a guest. Marina served dinner fairly soon – going by Russian custom, there should have been a round of vodka or cognac followed by dinner. Plus it was only 8 in the evening! Nonetheless, we ate and over dinner I chatted with the three of them. In between, I would see flashes of red showing me what a fool I had been to misinterpret Marina’s behavior and ending up on a weekend eve at this family home for dinner, when I could have been out and about with my friends or even just by myself, taking in the sights, sounds and smells of Moscow and putting my new camera to some good work.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">We got done with dinner and came to sit in the living room for a bit. I was making idle chat with Alex and his grandma when Marina asked me if she could accompany me back to the studio in case I wasn’t sure of the way. It was a little over 9 and so this offer still did not spark optimism in me. I told her that would be good and she asked for a few minutes to clean up and put her son and mom to bed. I offered to help with the cleaning up and followed her into the kitchen. We chit chatted as we cleaned up and then she tucked her family in, got dressed and said let’s go. We left the house and came out into the biting cold, walking on fresh snow towards the station. The sky was clear and I loved the crisp fragrant winter air in my nostrils. The train came, we boarded it and got off at the station and took the escalator up. Marina lost balance while getting on and instinctively grabbed my arm to break her fall. As we walked out, I offered her a drink back at Molly Gwynne’s. Her acceptance brought a smile to my face and we headed for the pub and ordered vodka. Seeing this as a good time, I asked her the reason for her friendliness. She must have been expecting this question and answered softly but to the point – “most men I meet try to sleep with me when they find out I am single and there is no man in the household. You’re the first one in a long time who didn’t hit on me so I decided it’s alright. I want to go out with men, but end up not doing so since I hate the idea of ending up in bed after a first encounter. It is illogical and stupid – I’m not in my teens anymore to be doing such stuff.” This covered good grounds and answered my questions very well. Tiger acts up again and I turn away from Marina and face the bar counter to keep her from noticing. She smiles and looks away – probably understood.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">I asked her how much time she had before she had to head home, to which she answered “two days”. I liked the way she said so much in so less a word. But just to be sure, I asked her where she was headed after this. She answered back saying her brother comes on Saturday mornings and her mother and son go away with him to spend the weekend with his wife and children; and she usually goes over to her childhood friend’s place on Friday nights and spends the weekend with her. “But I have no plans of going to her place tonight.” Cutting to the chase and longing for the comfort of the studio, I asked her if she would like to go back with me. She answered in the affirmative, I paid for the drinks and we walked out, back into the cold winter air. A light snowfall had set in and the flakes made a crushing sound under our shoes as we walked. I felt Marina’s hand on my hand a few steps down the street and soon her fingers intertwined with mine. We stepped into the studio and I was about to release my hand to flick on the light switch when she tightened her grip and looked me in the eye. I pulled her close and kissed her luscious lips and tasted the strawberry flavored pink lip color she was wearing. She responded to my kiss and we lingered like that in the doorway for a while. These few minutes had been magical and we still had 2 days ahead of us. I was to be proved wrong again here very soon. I broke the embrace, switched on the light, shut the door against the cold, and led her in. We took of our overcoats and shoes and I settled in on the sofa. Marina went upstairs to the bedroom and came down in a few minutes wearing only her skirt and shirt, minus all the inner woolens. She came and sat down next to me and put her hand on my thigh. I put my right arm around her waist and pulled her towards me and she came and sat on my lap, facing me with her legs around me. Her skirt lifted up and revealed her creamy white legs up to her knees. We kissed and embraced and I could feel her breasts against my chest – full, firm and soft. The kissing became passionate and I entered her mouth with my tongue to feel her moistness and tongue. She responded by sucking my tongue and I tasted her fragrant and sweet wetness. Her hands were behind my head and my hands were on her back. I slid my hands under her shirt and felt her skin which made us both go mad and have go at each other with renewed hunger. Her hair was loose and all over my face and I could smell the perfume of her shampoo still fresh probably from this morning.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">This went on for about half an hour and by the end of it, Marina was sitting tight against me on my lap and my face was buried in her wonderful breasts. I just loved the smell of her body mixed with her deodorant – very erotic and feminine. At this point we got up from the sofa and I lifted her – one arm behind her knees and the other behind her back – and walked up the staircase to the bedroom. I laid her down on the bed, stripped to my shorts and crept into bed next to her and started to undress her slowly and kissing her at the same time. I took off her shirt first to see her wondrous breasts in a white lace bra – noticed the tag which said Victoria’s Secret – her taste for good lingerie heightened my interest and was to add to the satisfaction later on. I left her bra in place and crept down to her feet and slid my hands under her skirt to touch her legs – soft, creamy, white, not a strand of hair. Her feet were dainty and well-shaped with toe-nails painted silver. Her skin was so white that my hands left red impressions wherever I pressed her legs. I moved up to her knees and kissed her behind them – a place I find extremely erotic on a woman’s body, the others being the place just below the armpits and on the side of the breasts, as well as the nape and skin behind the ears. And my experience tells me a woman also loves to be touched and licked behind the ears and below the armpits – sure to drive them wild. I began moving up to her silky smooth thighs and kissed them all over and eventually reached close to her love hole. I could smell her musky odor coming forth. At this point I took off her skirt and bra and put them down beside the bed. I lay down next to her and pulled her over me. Her legs were against mine and she put her feet against mine in a manner that said she wanted every part of me felt against every part of her. We kissed again and I massaged her back and buttocks and found out that she would get extremely aroused if I rubbed the last vertebra at the top of the partition between her buttocks – she started moaning and her kissing became more passionate to the point of being violent. She slid off me to the side, I took off my shorts and came on top of her and started kissing her from the forehead, down to her cheeks and neck. Licked her behind the ears and drove her wilder; then came back to her throat and kissed all the way down to her breasts.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">I took her left nipple in my mouth and started to suck gently on it. She moaned again and I massaged her right breast with my hand, and she moaned even more. Then gave the same treatment to her right breast with my mouth and left one with the hand. All along I couldn’t help noticing her rich, soft and flawless skin – not a spot or a freckle anywhere. It felt like cream and ivory rolled into one. I took my kissing to her abdomen and then down to the stomach. I put the point of my tongue into her navel and kissed it there – one more erotic spot discovered – Marina almost doubled up out of arousal as soon as I put my tongue into her navel, and I had to keep her down on the bed with my hands. I moved further down to just below her stomach and above her crotch and kissed her there from left to right. And then… I went down and spread her legs to reveal a perfectly hairless pussy with pink lips. Putting my mouth there filled my nose with the strong but sweet odor of her juices which had started to trickle out now. I explored the folds of her lips to find the clitoris and rolled my tongue around it – her pelvis jerked violently a couple of times and muffled cries of “ughhh ughhh” escaped her lips as I started licking and sucking her clitoris. She gripped my back with her legs and my erect penis shot up to breaking point at the touch of her pink heels and soft and shapely calves along my back. I saw her toes stretched and spread out far apart with excitement. Her thighs were wrapped around my neck and shoulders and she was pressing them together as she moaned, with her back arched. I brought my hands to her love handles from below her thighs for support and asked her to release the pressure between her thighs so I could get some space to continue my cunnilingus. Her clit had grown in size and that made it easier to suck and lick. I moved away from there and began licking her cunt lips which were now wet with her juices. The juices were had a soft sourness but become more and more delicious as their tasted mingled with the taste of her skin. My licking became faster and passionate and I parted her lips with my fingers and slid my tongue inside her wet pink love hole. Marina let out a loud shriek and I felt her thighs again tighten around the sides of my head. I was gasping for air so I stretched my hands over my head and held her hands. She immediately relaxed and loosened her grip around my head and let me carry on. My tongue was exploring her soft insides and I could feel her soft mushy flesh; it drove me and Tiger to crazy heights of ecstasy. I inserted my middle finger inside to look for her g-spot and found it far inside along the front portion. It felt different in her – a round patch of flesh, not too wet and a furry surface. I massaged it with my finger and Marina started twisting and writhing on the bed. She gripped my arm and her fingers dug into my flesh and gave me a pain I just loved. I continued massaging her g-spot in a circular fashion and she suddenly arched her back, jerked her crotch and shouted my name in a loud shout that faded to a whisper, and at the same time, shot out warm spurts of her love juice. I had brought her to her first climax in 4 years (she told me that later). Her cunt filled with juices again and they had smeared my hand and her cunt lips.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">She took my finger in her mouth and wiped it clean with her lips and tongue. I licked her love hole and cunt lips till dry of all her juices and loved their clean look. Marina had a mixed expression of satisfaction and hunger on her face and she reached down for my face to pull me up. We kissed again and again the taste of her own juices in my mouth drove her to ecstasy. She even licked my face clean and then hugged me tight and told me she hadn’t had so much fun in 4 years. For a while we lay in bed naked and her head was on my chest and she kissed my nipples off and on; and her legs between mine. She reached down for my penis and balls and massaged them with her soft manicured hands. This gave me a hard on again and I swung back into action to complete my head-to-toe journey of her body. I began kissing her at the v-shaped joint where the crotch and the thighs come together on either sides of the pussy. This was a teaser for her and she began to moan again. I gradually went down and licked and kissed her inner thighs, knees and the rest of her magnificent legs. The best part of her shapely legs was the slender bone at the back, above her heels and behind her ankles. Her legs blossomed from that slender bone into the full shapely calves just perfectly and one look at those legs would have made the most impotent of men horny in no time. I caressed her there with my lips and tongue and licked her all over her calves and shin. Her pink toes and carefully painted silver toe-nails augmented her sex appeal and drove me mad to the point that I licked every toe on both her feet. Russian women know how to maintain themselves and better, how to prepare ahead for a night of passion. Marina’s toes and pussy seemed to give off a fragrance – I asked her about it later and she responded with a smile and said it was her little secret. I let her keep it.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">We had been at it for over 2 hours now, so decided to take a break and prolong the fun. She offered to make some coffee and we went down to the kitchen with not a strip of cloth on. As she walked ahead of me I saw her in her full glory for the first time; and the realization of her magnificence hit me like a punch in the face. She looked glorious, almost regal without clothes on and her reddish brown hair accented her skin color. Her white heels turned pink as blood rushed in when she placed them on the carpet to walk. I felt blessed to be in bed with Marina. She probably sensed me lustily leeching at her and turned around and asked me what I was looking at. It was a question that did not need an answer and we climbed down to the kitchen. I helped her by switching on the kettle and stood behind her, taking in the perfume of her hair. She sensed it and pushed her rump back into my penis. She made the coffee and we climbed back into our love nest. I lit up a cigarette to go with the coffee and she asked for one as well. We sipped coffee and smoked together and got into a conversation about life in Dubai. She knew the fact that Russian women are seen merely as whores in Dubai thanks to the recent past when Dubai was the destination for them to go make a year’s worth of money in two months and come back. It was past midnight and we looked outside – the snow had stopped and Marina, reading my thoughts, asked me if I was up to talking a walk. We got dressed and stepped out again into the crisp cold air and walked around Volga till the bridge up ahead and turned around and then walked up till Molly Gwynne’s which was bustling with Friday night revelers. I looked at the men there and pitied them for they could not imagine the pleasure I was getting; they were the unlucky souls who just had to settle for the mundane drinks with average Russian women in a usual city pub, and feel contented with it. My thoughts veered to Marina’s ex-husband – what a “stupid fucker” he must have been, to have let go of this intelligent, sensuous woman.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">The atmosphere was electric – the snow on the streets and colorful vibrant neon signs in the shop windows. We passed by a “Klubby” – street side casinos found all over Moscow – lined with slot machines and refrigerators stocked with beer. Stepped in for a quick round at the machines and downed a beer each, and then stepped back into the street and kept walking till we reached Tverskaya street – Moscow’s answer to Champs-Élysées – the high street of luxury and fashion, lined with branded stores, cafes, pubs and eclectic restaurants – and kept walking till the Red Square. It was 2 a.m. but the place was full of people walking, standing, drinking, eating, smoking or just standing. As we stood in the centre, Marina came around to face me and I instinctively pulled her closer and we kissed for a long time. The thrill of making out in the open with people around, and with an eye-candy as Marina by my side was exhilarating. I began to enjoy the stares people gave us, especially from young Russian men who I imagined turning green with jealousy after one look at Marina. Passion rekindled and we took a taxi to rush back to the studio and pick up from where we left. I had not imagined in my wildest dreams of spending my first weekend this way. It was getting better by the minute. Back in bed, Marina slid down on me and took my penis in her hands. She told me to lie back and enjoy and not worry about ejaculating inside her mouth – it was her turn to return the favor now, and it had been a while since she had tasted cum. She licked the head of my penis and that sent shock waves throughout my body. I tried to pace myself down by dismissing the aura I had built up in my mind about her, so as not to cum prematurely. She took my penis in her mouth and squeezed her lips around it. The inside of her mouth felt warm, moist and soft and she started to roll her tongue around my head and then gradually took the full length of my penis inside and started to give me the perfect blowjob. I could not believe my ears – I was moaning and that too loudly, care thrown to the winds. I began massaging the back of her head and ears as Marina went up and down on my penis. She must have been equally aroused as I felt droplets of her cum dripping on my legs while she was at it. I came and I came with a bang. I pulled her over me and kissed her on the lips which I had earlier licked clean of all the lip gloss and were in their natural inviting pink.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">Marina lay down on her back and I came up over her, spread her legs apart and she pushed a pillow under her lower back. I put my penis over her clitoris and massaged her with it. Her clit swelled up again in no time and she was letting out gasps laden with anticipation. Her pussy was wet and I gently pushed my penis inside. She wasn’t as tight as a virgin, but fairly tight for a 38 year old woman. It took a bit of pushing before I managed to get my head inside. She let out a shriek and asked me to go easy and slow. It was painful for me but more for her. So I let my penis stay that way for a while and massaged her clit with my finger. And then began to gently push in. The finger massage lubricated her love hole more and it helped me to enter her more. Gradually I went in all the way till my entire shaft disappeared insider and I could feel her wet soft flesh all around it. Marina’s arms were flailing in between attempts to pull the sheets, bite the pillow and pulling at my arms. I began stroking in and out in short gentle stroked, keeping most of my shaft inside her to get her used to it. This brought her to a frantic ecstasy and she began to move her pelvis in rhythm with my strokes. I could feel the mouth of her cunt loosen its grip a wee bit and took it as the sign to escalate my short movements to full blooded strokes. And so I did – began to gently stroke her all the way in and then out till only my head remained inside; and then all the way with a gentle stroke. I felt closing in on climax at one point and slowed down my pace but kept the strokes full length. By now Marina was panting with eyes closed and seemed to be asking for more by pushing herself towards me. Once down to normal, I began pounding her with all the energy I had, and in complete strokes all the way in and out. Her shrieks turned into moans and then shouts, “come on baby, give it to me. Give it to me now; fuck me like a whore, ummmmm ummmmmm aaaaahhhhhhh, cummmmm onnnnnn”. We were running a sweat despite a minus 6 cold outside and I could feel our crotches heating up beyond being just warm. I paced down for a bit again and then resumed pounding her with all my energy. The bedroom was filled with sounds of thump thump thump as our bodies collided and broke apart and then collided again. I put Marina’s legs on my shoulders and felt her cunt’s grip on my penis tighten. We kept going and finally Marina began aahhh aaaahhh aaaaaahhh aaaaaaaahhh aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh – she had climaxed and I was close to mine. I kept going and finally came a few seconds later and shot a big load of cum inside her. Once over, I slumped over Marina and she embraced me; my face nestled between her soft and sweating breasts. Loved the aroma of her sweat. Soon I moved up and buried my face in the pillow next to her face and slid off her. We were still hugging when I felt warm drops fall near my lips – they tasted salty – Marina’s eyes were full but she wasn’t crying. I guessed as much but still asked her why. All she said was “I haven’t made love this way in a very long time and I wish that…” and then stopped short of completing the sentence. Eloquent silence – it gave her away. It was 5 in the morning and the day was about to break. Two days lay ahead of us and I decided to let her sort this out herself first and keep quiet till we woke up. We slept peacefully after this, exhausted by the love-making. Marina snuggled up beside me and dozed off and I followed her.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;">We woke up in the afternoon and I had a chat with Marina about last night. I was pleasantly surprised that she was over it and back to her usual self. But just as a reassurance for me and for her, I asked her if emotions were creeping in at her end. She nodded to say yes but clarified that she firmly believes in the saying “out of sight is out of mind” so nothing to worry. I felt sad at her lonely life and that she had to look out of home for companionship and satisfaction. But then, each one to his own. We decided to enjoy our time together without thinking too much and that’s what we did for the next 2 days – sex, coffee, alcohol, smoke, food, walks, Molly Gwynne’s – one after the other, again and again. Monday morning saw me going back to work and Marina to her house. During the week she came over twice and we made out in the living room on the carpet. Surprisingly, it felt as good as the first time. We were both waiting for the approaching weekend. Friday evening she came over to the studio holding 2 bags. She saw the question mark written all over my face and jumped at me in excitement. Her son’s winter break had started and he was leaving the following morning with her mother, for her brother’s dacha (farmhouse) in the countryside for a whole month. She had decided to move in with me till the end of my stay! Nothing could have made me happier then and we spent the rest of the three weeks like true lovers. The November of 2005 was one of life’s most memorable periods for me, something that won’t ever be repeated. I live in Dubai and solicit interest from women over 40 who live in this country, and appreciate the meaning of no-strings attached encounters.</div></div>

Winter Nights in Moscow

This was during my second business trip to Moscow in 2005. I had been there a few months ago. Most adjectives known to man in any language ...