Once More

Manisha readied herself to leave Mike’s pad after their short, but torrid afternoon tryst. She stood before the mirror and smoothed the curls of her black, waist-length hair. From the corner of her eyes she saw Mike get out of the bed. He was still naked, and her eyes feasted on his cute butt as he stooped and pulled on his jeans. When he turned, she caught the discontentment in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Manisha asked. Her heart fluttered at the sight of his ruggedly handsome face in the mirror. His white muscles beckoned her, but the paucity of time prevented any further escapade.

“You know what is,” replied Mike in a grumpy tone.

Normally, their sessions were intense and lengthy. Today, Manisha had some pressing arrangements to attend to, and they could only have a quickie.

“I’ll make up for it tomorrow, baby, I promise,” Manisha said, straightening the straps of the white tank top which hugged her ample curves. Patting the back pocket of her jeans to check if the cell phone was in place, she turned toward Mike.

“You look hot,” Mike quipped.

Manisha felt pleased to hear that from her lover who was twenty years her junior. Even at forty-three years, her body had the curves to flaunt, result of hours spent in the gym. Her glowing dusky complexion complemented her voluptuous figure. On top of it, her oval face had the freshness of an adolescent, and her hazel-colored doe-eyes sparkled with ebullience.

She walked up to Mike and traced a manicured nail along his shaved chest, knowing well that she played with fire. Mike’s short breaths expressed the desires that her touch kindled. A chance meeting in a Delhi pub had laid the foundation of their relationship which was fraught with risks. Not only was she married, her son Deepak studied with Mike in the same class at Delhi University, but she felt happy and safe in Mike’s company. His skills and stamina provided an outlet for her insatiable wants. That he was an American citizen on a student visa in India precluded the burdens of any troublesome commitments.

“Stay for some more time, please,” Mike pleaded.

She rolled her eyes at his insistence and reached for her car keys on the table. Moving with alacrity, Mike snatched them away. “Don’t!” Manisha exclaimed, and pushed him against the wall, pinning his wrists above his head. She still couldn’t reach the keys. Thanks to her high heels, only inches separated their faces now. When Mike wrapped her in his arms, her resistance melted, and the next moment their lips pressed and parted allowing their tongues to mingle. The keys dropped from Mike’s hand, hitting the floor with a clang, but she didn’t attempt to retrieve them.

His hands slipped under her tank top and unclasped the hooks of her brassiere. He pushed her away to remove the top. The bra cups shielded her bosom. He swept it away and lowered his head to nurse at her honey-colored mounds. She moaned when he nibbled upon her erect nipples. When he released them and pushed her down to her knees, she unzipped his fly and pulled out his tensed pole. Sticky with the remnants of their lovemaking, its musky odor thrilled her mind. She rolled her tongue along the ridged surface, savoring the feel of the protruding veins before clasping her lips around the spongy head.

His grunts signaled his pleasure. She sucked him as he began to fuck her mouth. The fleshy insides of her caved cheeks served as a velvety clench massaging his member. The bulbous head struck her larynx at rhythmic intervals. His lustful moans complemented the slurping sounds emitting from her mouth. He grabbed her hair and emptied his balls inside her throat. She gobbled all his tasty cum and licked his soft cock clean before releasing it.

He raised her to her feet and peeled off her jeans. She turned and hunched over the table with her hands, wriggling her bum at him and displaying her glistening slit. His manhood was rock hard as it probed between her ass cheeks. He growled at the contact. Her heart rejoiced at the stud's prowess. His cock's voracious hunger always amazed her. Her hand reached below and pressed the engorged tip into her opening. She absorbed the sensations of his meat gliding past her swollen pussy lips. His hands reached forward and grabbed her breasts.

Their thrusting and heaving bodies discovered a sweet rhythm. Her fingers rubbed her clitoris and touched the slimy shaft piston into her. The warmth from her stretched vaginal muscles set her body aflame. Screaming with wanton abandon, she climaxed and drenched his cock with her essence. He continued to pound her pussy like a jackhammer until her convulsing love muscles tipped him over the edge. Bellowing like a bull, he ejaculated deep inside her.

Manisha exulted at his attentions after their lovemaking. He fussed over her, cleaned her and showered her with kisses. Finally, they dressed and bid adieus. Seated inside her car, Manisha canceled her appointment with the beautician. She was feeling young and sexy anyway.



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