It’s a long story with different parts. Kindly bear me as it’s my first attempt to show down my real-life sex experience with a lady who was also my family friend. Without wasting time, let’s begin the story about the hot Milf, Smita.
I was 19 when I first saw Smita at a family function. Fucking hot, that was the first thing that came to my mind. She was just like a chocolate lava cake ready to be eaten. A bit dusky in complexion, but that’s what adds the real taste to her sexiness. I was mesmerized by her beauty.
Just like any other teenager who fantasizes about an older lady getting fucked I was also the one who was dreaming of it. It was the first time doors of my fantasy hit my cock inside my pants. It made me go mad with her bold looks, especially her eyes and ass, the main attraction of her body.
My first introduction to her was done by my aunt, who was her friend. That was the first time I shook hands with her and stood just inches away. I felt the heat of her body, and the aroma of her body made me mad. I’m a very good sniffer, and I like sniffing just like a dog.
She was in a pink saree with a black velvet blouse. She only knew my aunt during the whole function. So my aunt asked me to take care of her and her daughter, who was just 7 years old.
After the function was over, I started dreaming about Smita more frequently. She was the reason for my masturbation twice a day. Having sexual urges for girls was common, but having a sexual urge for a woman elder than 13 years was something more that added spice.
In the question of how to contact her again, there was only one option, “ORKUT”. The only social media source through which two people can communicate. I sent her the invitation as she accepted it after a couple of days.
Days passed, and I made the first attempt to chat with her. Initially, I used to get her replies after 3 to 4 days. But one day, our chat turned into her devastating life. She was not happy with her husband, and she was having a relationship with some other guy.
I was shocked that this lady was way too forward than I thought. Not to be judgemental, but I didn’t expect her to expose her relationships. But the main shock was yet to come. Her BF was none other than one of my cousin uncles. I was like shocked after hearing this.
Later on, I just thought to myself that this was the end. My chances of impressing this lady and getting her in bed have been in vain, and nothing will happen.
For the next few days, I didn’t message her. She messaged me after a few days and convinced me to talk to her. She always felt very relieved after talking to me.
As days and months passed, I started liking her, and my lust turned into a love for her. I started expressing my love for her, but she always used to give me excuses for the age factor.
A few days later, my uncle who was in a relationship with my dream lady Smita got married. It made her get into depression a lot. I started chatting with Smita for nearly 6 to 8 hours a day. My chats started with sympathy for her. It started turning to be more like her friend, philosopher and guide.
Later on, after a few days, our chats turned into sex topics. I started asking her about her sex life. She, too, used to narrate to me what all she liked while having sex. She used to tell me about her sexual encounters with my uncle.
He never used to last for a long time as he used to be only concerned about his pleasure. Talking about her husband, just like any other woman, her sex life was good initially after marriage. But everything changed after that.
I started seducing her with my sexy talks and sometimes with sexy pictures of couples having wild sex. I used to take her to the imaginative world of sex while chatting with her.
One day I told her that I, too, wanted to have sex with her. But she was taking it lightly. After months of convincing, she finally agreed to meet me. To all my friends who think that getting a married lady in bed is easy, please don’t overestimate yourself. It takes time. Trust me, and the time is worth it as well.
We met at one of the restaurants in Thane, near Mumbai. She was wearing a white floral kurti. I was in my jeans and t-shirt. We went to a resto, and she took a corner seat, maybe knowing what would come next. As we sat opposite each other, my heartbeat started beating faster.
I was constantly looking at her cleavage. All my sex chats with Smita started rounding up in my mind. She noticed this and properly arranged her kurti. I ordered a whisky, and she ordered an alcoholic Breezer for her. Our conversation started.
Smita: So finally, after a lot of convincing, we finally met.
Me: Yes. Thanks to you.
Smita: Make sure your eyes don’t melt on anyone other than me.
Me: That’s up to you. You make me yours. I promise my eyes won’t differ from yours.
Smita: (Blushing) So you have started your moves. Good One. But it’s just the first peg of yours.
Me: I don’t need drinks to groove up with you. I can still do it.
Smita: Overconfidence?
Me: Nope, just a fling to impress you.
Smita: Well then…
Before she could say anything, I kept my left hand on her right thigh beneath the table and rubbed it a bit. She started looking here and there and tried to take my hand out from her thigh.
Me: So, how’s the feeling of my touch?
Smita: Please, not here. Please.
Again, I kept rubbing my hand on her thigh and looked into her eyes and said.
Me: Don’t Stop now. It’s real-time to express your sorrows. You have expressed a lot in chats. Let me take over all your sorrows.
She stood up and told me that she was leaving. I asked for the bill urgently, paid the bill and ran behind her. She was walking towards the parking area. Like all the parking areas, this was also isolated. No one was around when Smita was walking ahead of me.
She was not listening to me, and I followed her to her car. I took hold of her, got her to the opposite side of the car, and pinned her. She started resisting.
Smita: This is not right. We shouldn’t be doing this.
Me: So you want me to be your sex toy? Making you wet just through my chats? I stood beside you in all your sorrows. And this is what you are treating me in return?
Smita: (Struggling to move out of my hold) It’s not that. If I make out with you tonight, you will start judging me, and I don’t want that.
Me: (Wiping her tears off) No judgments Smita. Just look into my eyes and make me yours.
I came very close to her. I was holding her waist and neck and approaching her lips. She was still confused about whether to go forward with this relationship. But I was adamant and clear about what I had to do. Within the next minute, my lips were on her lips.
I looked into her eyes and started smooching her with love and affection. She, too, slowly folded her hands around my neck. She started kissing and smooching me. My hands were around her waist while kissing her. She was rubbing her hands over my back, shoulders, and hair.
We were in a trance of kissing each other. The aroma of her body was making me mad. We forgot that we were in a public place. I started licking her neck and her ear lobes. She moaned while I was licking and kissing her neck, ear lobes, and beauty bone.
I was moving down, holding her waist. The next moment I lifted her kurti, inserted my face and started licking her abdomen and navel. I was making the whole portion wet and sticky through my saliva. I was in heaven. She was holding my hair tightly and bending down in ecstasy.
I was sniffing her vagina while her leggings were on. Smita had already given up and was grooving up with my moves.
In the next part, I will continue how we had our sex in the car parking and at her home with more erotic things. Do write to me at [email protected].
Next Part: Smita – Dream of A Dreamer – Part 2