Hello to everyone reading this story. Although this is not the first time I am sharing an experience here, I am sharing one after about 15 years.
Moving straight to the story, which started when I was on a visit to Jammu. By the way, I am Amir, and I am from Kashmir but I live in Delhi.
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While on a visit to Jammu long back, I saw a distant married relative of mine having lunch with some random guy who looked much younger than her. Although this could have been a normal meeting as well, by their body language, I could feel this was kind of a date. (Later I came to know about her marital problems and her wishes to find love or lust.)
Now, telling you about Ms. A — she was a perfect MILF. A perfect Kashmiri lady with boobs above 36 and a great body, but with a little fat on her body. She didn’t have a great figure or anything, but whatever she had was maintained really well. She was very particular about her makeup and dressing. So I had a thing for her since my earlier years, and after seeing her there with someone, I thought maybe I could get her.
In the evening, once I was back at my hotel, I started to think about her, and the earlier memories were refreshed. I remembered how I enjoyed watching her cleavage and all the other naughty things.
While I was refreshing my memories, I remembered that I had her number, and I immediately checked whether she was on WhatsApp. WhatsApp was just a year or two old at that time, but she was on WhatsApp.
Now, my problem was that she could recognize my number, but I was so desperate that I somehow managed to get an activated SIM from some vendor and changed my WhatsApp to this new number.
I sent her a “Hi” message, but she didn’t respond. I sent a couple more messages, and around 10:30 at night, she asked who I was, to which I replied that I am an admirer and I see her around her place a lot.
Then she didn’t reply until morning. But around 10 AM, she messaged that if her brother comes to know someone is messaging her like this, it will be a problem for me. I thought to myself that she is married and has two kids — why would she say her brother will create a problem?
I understood that she was reluctant to talk but might also talk if I gained her trust. After this, we had some random messages, but I understood that if I try, she will speak and maybe move ahead as well.
In a couple of days, our messages grew, and the interactions became frequent. She didn’t tell me she was married. She said she is from Srinagar, but in winters, her family comes to Jammu.
Over a period of 10–15 days, we had become like friends, and we had spoken on the phone as well a couple of times.
I was taking things slow, but I also wanted to make love to her, so I was trying to get closer. Within a month, I had started sharing double-meaning and non-veg jokes with her, to which she was responding well.
Our bond grew day by day, and the phone calls also increased, but the calls used to happen after 9:30 in the morning and before 7:30 in the evening.
Our relationship had reached a level where we had casually discussed sex and also discussed our likes and dislikes in sex. I had also told her that I had a thing for her boobs, to which she laughed a lot but didn’t say anything.
One morning, around 9:30, I woke up and I was high. So, I texted her asking if we could speak on the phone. Within 10 minutes, she called.
One thing to add here was that we talked in Urdu or Kashmiri on the phone, which excited me more about her.
Coming to the conversation after the regular hi-hello:
Me: Kahan thi… kya kar rahi thi?
A: Kuch nahi… ghar ke kaam kar rahi thi. Woh khatam kiye to ab baithi.
Me: Kahan baithi ho?
A: Bas, abhi bedroom mein aayi aur leti.
Me: Main bhi leta hoon bed mein… but I wish you were here.
A: To aa jaoon?
Me: Why not? Neki aur pooch pooch. Btw… pehna kya hai?
A: Tracksuit.
Me: Uske neeche?
A: T-shirt – pink color ki.
Me: Uske neeche?
A: Kuch nahi.
Me: Oh… I wish main woh T-shirt mein hota.
A: Fir kya hota?
Me: Fir main tumhare boobs suck karta aur karta hi rehta.
A: Pata hai kya bol rahe ho? (in a husky voice)
Me: Bilkul, pata hai. Tere moum chusna chahta hoon puri raat subah tak.
A: (some slight moans)
Me: Babe, che hai pure ratas te babe tentain hemai chaip.
A: Uffff, marham.
Me: Lakith marath.
A: (shouted my name and asked) Irade kya hain tumhare?
Me: Tumhe chodne ki puri raat aur tumhare saare kapde phadne ke.
A: Aah shit… you are turning me mad. Tu pagal ho gaya hai.
Me: Anhi, chani babe wecheth hai gous pagal.
A: Che karu… wechath myani babe behai loose palav ches lagan.
Me: Main ne kapdon ke upar se hi dekh liya jo dekhna tha.
A: Tu jo itni decent baatein kar raha tha pehle dinoon, yeh kahan se? Tune mujhe aise kaise dekha? Kya kya dekha aur notice kiya hai?
Me: Tumhari moti sexy boobs, tumhari moti sexy gaand… tere sexy lips… teri moti moti tang… aur kya? Kuch nahi dekha. Pehle din se teri lene ka mann hai… tere boobs ko masalne ka aur choosne ka mann hai.
A: (moaning heavily and saying) To choos na. Suck my boobs jaani. Chu moum chu yutah choun chuy.
Me: (making sounds as if I am sucking her boobs and saying) Kus mazze chuy yiman baban.
A: Yim che chani pure dohas ratas thavai aasas manz barith.
Me: (again making sounds of boobs sucking, saying) Lazmaye che kusuy mazze chuy yiman bana. Beha chus sochan goodis kootas mazze levnas.
A: Che kusu gaan chukh. Che kama kathe chukh karan magar me chu mazze iwan. Lyawu yath khosh kari. Che karu me aish magar pyar de mujhe bohat saara, bistar se nikalne nahi dena.
Me: Wali yazar goodis hai lewai.
A: Yi che kosh kari kar.
Me: Yazar kodmai wain lewai. (then I started making licking sounds)
A: Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh… fuck… fuck… kar kar… beyi kar… rooz karan… don’t fucking stop. Kus mazze chum iwan… kya kya chuhan wana. Badmash, zanan banavthav! (and a loud moan followed, calling my name. She kept breathing heavily after that for a minute or two.)
Me: Mazza aaya?
A: Bohaaaaaaat zyada.
Me: Kya bohat sexy hai.
A: Hatt harami… tu bohot chalo cheez hai. Tujhe pehle yehi target tha.
Me: Na, meri jaan… mera target real sex hai. Phone sex se mera kya hoga?
A: Hahahaha, khaab dekh tu. Yeh bhi fir se hoga — uski guarantee nahi hai. Tune mujhe dekha hai, bas mujhe janta thodi hai. Life isn’t so easy.
Me: Itni philosophy mat de… mujhe bol, maza aaya ki nahi? Kitna paani nikla?
A: Hahaaaa, maza bohot aaya. Aur tujhe nahi karna?
Me: Mera tere se thoda pehle ho gaya tha.
A: Haha… to bola kyun nahi?
Me: Just like that.
Then we had some random conversation, but that is when our adventures started and continued for years. Leave aside having real sex — we had sex in a whole lot of places, and that too, steamy and rough sex.
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I will try to share more of our experiences in the future.