I walked quickly to the door hoping that it was my husband who returned early. " and held a plastic box with a picture of a woman in bra and panties. He was walking towards the station to catch his train and wanted to try his luck in our place, on the way.But it was a figure I could hardly make out standing at the door totally drenched. I told him to stay inside for some time as it was raining heavily.
He pressed my breast with such a force as if he was kneading the dough for roti. I could sense a very strong orgasm building up inside me. I could hear the noise his tongue made while he licked me. He lowered me down from the stool and walked me to the sofa. Before I could come to senses, he started undressing me. He wasted no time and pulled down his boxers in one flash and his huger shaft was rock hard.
The brut force felt good too and strangely made me feel wilder. I held his hair tight, partly because I was still standing over the stool and needed balance and partly because I was seriously enjoying it. He let go of the hand that was holding my saree and took it behind me to caress my buttocks. One hand caressing and drawing lines along my butt crevice up and down...kneading the butt cheeks roughly and caressing along the hole softly from time to time .. He loosened, unwrapped and removed my saree off me. He took off his shirt in a whiff and slowly came close to me.
The room was so much charged with sex at that moment, the silence from me, was taken to be a roaring approval. In this brief conflict, the needs overtook the reason and I continued to clean the blade while was enjoying the feeling of his hand on my thigh.
His hand was soft but firm and was creeping up inch by inch.
He was treated with a wonderful view of my bra-free breast juggling while I was cleaning the second blade.