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‘I would love that,' she replied.
‘But before we go, I would like to give you something', I said and took out her bra and panties I had taken last night and played with. She laughed.
‘Oh, thank you', she said as she took them back. ‘Mmmmmmm, I like how stiff my panties are. Looks like you had a good time too last night', she said as she smelled my dried juices on her panties. ‘I like the smell'.
‘Maybe, just maybe, I can think about having you taste it as well,' I replied with a smirk.
The next hour we spent casually chatting over coffee and a small breakfast. Then I needed to shoot a couple of emails before we left. She wore a long, flowing skirt with a white top and I thought how beautiful she was, her long black hair flowing down to mid back, her neck so divine. We walked to the metro station and hopped on. There were no seats available, so I moved to the center and grabbed the bar. She followed and stood close to me, sideways. I could see a hint of cleavage and couldn't look away from her jiggling soft mounds of flesh.
‘Oh please stop looking!' she said, laughing.
‘I can't help it', I shamelessly replied without moving my eyes. Then I got an idea. I shifted my position to lean against the bar thing they have in metros for support, in a way that her back was perpendicular to my side. She was very close to me, and her big ass tote bag was covering the gap between my thigh and her back, a perfect cover to what I had in mind. I casually slipped my hand down between us and softly touched her ass cheek. She flinched slightly, surprised but when she realized it was me, she relaxed and looked at me with a smile, and then took a small step back to give me better access. I softly traced small circles on her ass cheek with my fingertip.
‘This is what I meant earlier, when I said he is very basic. These small things, I feel, add thrill to life', she softly said to me.
I then asked her to guess what I was writing on her ass. I traced the words ‘I want to fuck you' on her ass. She took out her phone and typed this and showed me. I was impressed.
‘Your reward for guessing right,' I said as I started to run my fingertip softly up and down her ass crack. I was rock hard now and made no attempts to hide it. I cupped her ass cheek in my hand (I have quite big hands) and whispered, ‘I am so hard for you right now'. Hearing this, she moved and it was her turn to have some fun. She took position in front of me with us facing each other. She took a step closer so that her feet were on either side of my foot. One hand grabbed the bar close to my ass making the big ass tote bag cover one side, while the other side was partially covered by the fabric of her skirt. Her other hand slid between us and she softly touched my hard dick, softly first with her fingertip. Then she used the palm of her hand to rub the entire length a few times before wrapping her hand around it and giving it a little squeeze. Thank God I had boxers on today or else the precum would have been visible on my cotton pants for everyone to see. All this time our eyes were in contact, not blinking, just lustfully looking at each other, wondering whether this was going to be the extent of our altercation or would we take the next step and cross the red line. We were both apprehensive. I had had an affair before, but she did mention she hasn't stepped outside her marriage yet. So, we didn't know for sure, but we had chemistry and sexual tension close to its boiling point.
Soni then let go of my dick, to my disappointment, and turned the other side. She took a step back into me and rested her shapely ass against my crotch. I moaned softly with pleasure. Sadly, our stop arrived, and I uncomfortably followed her out of the train with a rock hard dick. We walked close to each other, our arms brushing against each other, we both looking for small excuses to touch one another.
We walked into the store and she grabbed a trolley. I could have played the gentleman and took it from her but I wanted my hands free for reasons you will soon find out. I walked a couple of steps behind her and admired her ass moving as she walked. She did complain one or two times that why was I lagging but I told her the view from behind here is priceless. ‘Oh stop with the perviness, Salman!' she exclaimed. ‘Just kidding, I am starting to like your perviness, as long as I am the subject of it.'
Gosh, she was a godsend, I thought to myself. I wanted her so bad.
‘If you continue to be a good li'l girl, all of my perviness is focused on you', I responded.
She stopped, turned around, took a step towards me, hooked a finger in between the top and second button of my shirt, pulled me closer, and said, ‘I'll be whatever you want me to be for you if you treat me right,' and then just like that, started pushing the trolley again. I stood there dumbfounded, lost in her scent and words, and still imagining her face an inch from my lips. I swear I would have had my way with her right there and then in the centre of the aisle if I could.
‘Are you going to start walking again?' I heard her say, getting me out of my lost for anything moment.
‘Aye aye, madam, your wish is my command', I replied and started to walk with her now. As she grabbed things she wanted, I casually felt her sexy body, touched her, felt her ass, kneading and squeezing it when I could, and just placing my hand on her ass gently and feel it move as she walked.
She stopped in the snacks aisle and I looked around. It was kind of empty as an elderly woman was in it only. She reached up to grab packs of Doritos is when I took my chance, quickly stepped behind her, wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her into me. I nuzzled her neck and softly sucked her earlobe before whispering in her ear, ‘I want you right now'. And then I stepped back. She stood there, not moving for a couple of seconds which seemed like an eternity. I was afraid maybe I had crossed a line too soon. But then she turned around, her face blushing and looked at me with a smile. She stepped close to me and got on her tippy toes, and whispered into my neck, ‘I want you too'. And then she put the Doritos in the trolley and started to walk away. ‘Pull the trolley, chaser boy!'
I complied with her instructions. And soon found out why she stopped pulling the trolley. It was now her turn to touch and feel me up, grabbing and squeezing my ass when she could. Once done, we stood in the cash counter line, and we literally were acting like teenagers. Giggling and laughing at silly stuff, my hand had found a permanent place on her back, just above where the curve of her ass started. She leant into me and put her head on my chest when laughing and all that lovestruck stuff. When it was our turn to check out, she stood next to me as I handed over my card to the cashier, her hand slipped down my leg and gave a gentle squeeze to my dick and I cupped and squeezed her ass in response. We had become quite a bit shameless and not caring about the people around. It was kind of a risky thing to do in Dubai, but oh well. That made it all the more sweeter I guess.
Next stop was the car dealership. We were quite subdued by the time we reached the dealership primarily due to the fact that our hands were full of shopping bags. We sat down with the sales rep for me to sign some paperwork, Soni casually reached out her leg to rub against mine as she sat across from at the sales guy's table. Once done, I got the keys and the customary congratulations and shake of the hand before we drove off.
The excitement of the new car didn't keep me from focusing on the damsel seated in the passenger seat. I slipped my hand towards the passenger seat and touched her thigh with the back of my hand, gently. Growing a bit bolder as she didn't move away or anything, I had my hand on her thigh soon and slipping it towards the inner side. We talked about what she would tell her husband about me because we had to have a story aligned if I was going to be at the dinner they had planned. I just agreed with her version of the story as the softness of her inner thighs was intoxicating me and thoughts of my lips kissing and sucking her soft skin while the heat emanating from her treasure chest nestled between those sexy, thick and shapely legs washed my face kept me distracted. Once we agreed to the story to tell her husband, making it a point to tell him I was married and my family would soon join me so that suspicions are kept at bay, her hand landed on my thigh as well, caressing and rubbing it. We soon entered our building's parking lot and proceeded to our floor, hands full with shopping bags.
I had some work to catch up with so I told her I had a wonderful day and went off to my place. She told me her husband will be in tomorrow afternoon so we wouldn't get much of a chance to meet while he is in town. I made a sad face, hugged her and whispered to her, ‘I love the chase', before walking away as she smacked my butt playfully, laughing at my signature line with her.
Later that night she sent me a picture of her panties, which I had soiled, dangling from her mouth, making it a point to have the cum smeared portion in her mouth. It was captioned, ‘Cannot wait to have a taste fresh out of the piping bag'. I think by now you all have a pretty good idea what an easy slut I am, so you can imagine the effect these words had on me! I instantly got hard and because all the blood went south, I simply didn't know how to respond to this. I took a good couple of minutes to respond.
‘The piping bag is ready if you fancy to taste it right now', I replied.
‘Show or it didn't happen,' came the short reply. She was a tease. She was using my lines on me now, clever little lassie.
‘Are you sure?' Always better to be safe with women than send them dick pics. I know we think they are pretty to look at, but I guess women have a different opinion, obviously there are exceptions to this, and depends upon circumstances. As a rule, I don't send one unless the woman is sure or I know she won't be offended. Plus it isn't for everyone to look at, right?
‘I am.'
I was hard as fuck, so my shorts were tented. I shot a picture of the tent and sent it to her.
‘That could be a TV remote for all I know. Take the shorts off like good boy. Now.'
I was so hot for her. I decided to tease her a bit. I lowered my shorts a little bit, just to reveal the top of the V of the pelvic area, y'know, where the pubes normally are. About one third of the crease where the leg joins the pelvic region was showing in the picture. I was double minded whether to shave quickly or not - I had shaved a couple of days ago so it wasn't all clean and recently I had started to keep it trimmed rather than smooth like a baby's bottom. I sent the picture.
She sent one back. It matched mine, panties down as much as my shorts were.
I sent another. Shorts further down, only a hint of the shaft showing. She responded, panties further down. Raw. Pubes. A bush. Fuck.
I controlled my breathing to seat my dick down a bit and lowered my shorts more, showing almost everything, except that only the ridge of the head was showing.
‘I wish I was there to unwrap you', she replied.
‘I wish I was there to unwrap you, but I love the chase...lol,' I responded.
‘Shut the fuck up and show me already. I am so close, Salman,' she said. I didn't need more encouragement. I took my shorts off, stroked it a couple of times to full hardness and sent it through.
No response.
Still no response.
And then my phone pinged. ‘Fuucccckkkkkkk. I came so hard,' was all she said.
‘I like knowing that. Now make me cum,' I replied. She sent a picture of her pussy. Then spread her lips open and showed her leaking, juicy pussy, her pubes wet, corroborating her claims of having a good orgasm. I made a video of a few seconds and sent it to her, telling her I was stroking looking at her pussy. That I wanted to lick her pussy and then slowly push the head into her tiny, tight pussy and stretch her like she has never been stretched before. I told her I wanted to own her. To control her. And make her cum again and again on my dick.
‘Keep going, I am rubbing again and will cum soon', she responded.
‘Cum with me Soni,' I told her.
I told her how I wanted to suck on her thick nipples as I slowly thrust inside her pussy. How I would keep her on the verge of an orgasm as I suck and lick her nipples, nibble on her neck and bite her earlobe, whispering her name in her ear again and again, every time I pushed inside her. Moaning and grunting in between saying her name. Telling her that I am going to cum and fill her up.
‘I am going to cum too Salman, don't stop', she texted.
I started recording a voice note to send her, whispering her name again and again as I got closer - and then I shot a huge load as I moaned her name. I sent her the voice note.
‘That was so sexy, hearing my name while you came. Thank you. Please come over for breakfast tomorrow before my husband arrives'.
‘I will', I replied.
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