Hi guys, this is Siddharth. This is my first time on XIS. I have been an avid reader of all categories of stories. Mostly I prefer those experiences that are more sensual and intense in lovemaking.
My mother is a Punjabi, and my father is from West Bengal. My parents’ is a love marriage and settled in Pune. My dad travels a lot and often takes the family on trips. So I am familiar with most Indian cities and a few international places like Singapore, Malaysia, South Africa, Germany and France.
I was 23 when this incident happened in Hyderabad. I was working for a consulting firm with a PSU department. I am a mechanical engineer. It was my first on-ground project to study the systems and processes of the PSU.
My superiors gave me strict instructions to maintain cordial relations with all the government officials as they provide more projects in the future. I cursed my luck when I was given this project. It was not at all glamorous, nor was there any eye candy in the project. But soon, that changed.
One day I was told to accompany a group of government officers to a mechanical plant for inspection and take notes. It was a day trip, and I was picked up in an Innova at 06:00 AM.
I always love to dress up sharp, with a pressed white shirt, navy trousers, and Oxford shoes. I wore a CK perfume, which was mild. Two officers were picked up in the next 30 minutes.
Both were about 40-45 years old with a bald head and a beer belly. One of them was chewing gutkha (chewable tobacco). I despise that habit to the core.
They were asking about me and my company and showing an attitude as if they were doing us a favour. I didn’t enjoy the conversation. Since I had to oblige my senior’s request, I nodded in agreement to their words. At around 7:30, the car stopped near one of the trendy malls.
A lady in her mid-30s was standing under a tree. She is the heroine of the story. Her name is Gayatri (name changed). She wore a nice orange saree and looked stunning in the early morning sunshine. She had a round face, striking big eyes and an amazing structure.
I could say her stats are 36-34-38. She is slightly chubbier, but she’s tall for an Indian average. She is about 5’8/5’9, and her physique and dressing style can mesmerise any man.
The government official uncles were drooling, looking at her. I think they were scanning her from top to bottom. They didn’t bother if she was comfortable or not with their ogles. I was sitting in the front seat. So the driver requested me to go in the back so Gayatri could sit in the front seat.
Getting out of the car, I greeted her “Good morning” with a smile, and she responded with a nod. We settled in the car and headed towards the location. The government uncles started conversing with Gayatri. At least they introduced me, saying I will be involved in this project for the next 6 months.
In the conversation, I realised that Gayatri is the Nodal officer for the project. She is the person with whom I will have to work daily. I pinched myself just to test my luck and believe that I would work with this beautiful Milf for the next 3 months.
My hormones were running high. I never imagined finding a kink in mature and older ladies. During the conversation in the car between the officials, I learned that she has two kids, a girl aged 13 and a boy aged 10. Gayatri has maintained herself very well for her age.
I assumed she was about 30-32. But when I checked her profile on LinkedIn, I realised she is about 40. I wanted to test my luck in seducing the beautiful Gayatri. I started paying attention to every detail of her actions, words she utters and about her family, her interests etc.
I always believed the secret mantra to a woman’s body is not just from hormones but also through winning her heart. So, I want to win as many brownie points from her as possible in a very short time.
We reached the manufacturing plant. We were given a tour by one of the Operations General managers. I was diligently taking notes of everything. I was asking intelligent questions to him to look good in the eyes of Gayatri.
In about 15 minutes, I realised that Gayatri was impressed with me and started openly chatting about the project. Lunch was served in the General Manager’s cabin. It was a typical Andhra-style spread on banana leaves. I was sitting opposite Gayatri, and one government uncle sat beside her.
He accidentally or purposefully hit Gayatri’s leg. The sambar (Lentil soup) on the table spilt on her saree. She immediately got up and rushed to the washroom to clean herself. Sambar stains are difficult to clean. Gayatri’s orange saree looked new, and no woman didn’t like to stain her new saree.
I always carried a toilet kit with a small washing soap and a handheld fan in my laptop bag. I rushed to the washroom and knocked on the door. I said I have a washing soap and a fan to help dry the saree faster (again, to score brownie points).
She came out after about 15-20 minutes with relief. I could guess the trick worked, as the stains weren’t visible on her saree. I was kissing my luck inside, and we exchanged pleasant glances of accomplishment. We finished our lunch and continued the tour.
She was a little closer to me for the rest of the tour. Her bodily sweat and smells were intoxicating. At one point, I was near her armpit and could smell her bodily fragrances. My little monster started to grow. Luckily, I wore a tighter brief to cover my bulge and save me from embarrassment.
Gayatri wore Burberry perfume. When I was closer to her and away from the uncles, I casually enquired if her perfume was Burberry. She was pleasantly surprised, nodded approvingly, and started blushing a bit. She looked no less than any heroine when she blushed.
I guess it is one aspect of a woman that can turn on any man just by blushing. She patted my shoulder, saying that she was mightily impressed by me and could sense something could blossom in the next few days.
We completed the tour by around 5 PM and returned to the city. The driver said he would take the ORR (Outer Ring Road), which would be faster. However, he would drop the uncles first, then Gayatri, and finally me. I said a million thanks to the driver.
I asked everyone in the car if I could play songs from my playlist. My mom and dad are huge Mohammed Rafi and Kishore Kumar fans, so I had a playlist of the legendary songs. All of them were surprised that young folk like me was into the classics. Even the uncles sang the songs.
The drive back to Hyderabad was much more fun and relaxing. The uncles were dropped off first after about 60-70 minutes of driving. It was just me and Gayatri in the car. Just then, she asked if she could sit next to me. I happily said, “Yes, of course.” It’s another 45 minutes drive to reach Gayatri’s place.
We had enough time to talk to learn more about her personal life. However, she started work-related conversations. The discussion became more engaging and intense. I was checking her out in the process.
Her blouse was tight, and I could see she wore a pink bra. Her armpits were sweating. I could see her waistline. I felt like pinching many times but controlled myself, thinking there was more time to make love to her. Then she started asking me about myself and my family.
I told her that I was the only kid to Punjabi and Bengali parents. I was raised with traditional values with a liberal mindset and a focus on intellectual enlightenment than worldly pleasures. I told her I enjoyed travelling by car to visit cultural/religious places and some tourist attractions.
I also asked her about herself. She has been married for 15 years with 2 kids. Her husband works in a civil engineering company based in Saudi Arabia. Since he is a government official, her husband asked her not to resign and move with him. It’s been a year since her husband visited the family.
I didn’t know if this was a cue for me. I understood that most women in their late 30s and early 40s have high sexual tension. They focused more on their physical attributes, and how she maintained herself was clear. I was sharing some of the funny travel experiences in the journey.
She laughed loudly at some of the instances. Once she hit my thigh and almost touched my crotch. She said sorry. She asked me how I liked Hyderabad. I replied that I was considering renting a car for long weekend drives to Srisailam, Ananthagiri, and other places.
She said I could borrow her husband’s car if it were ok. I gladly said yes. She requested that I could take her to Srisailam the next day (Saturday) if I am free. She asked me to come to her place by 7 AM the next day. We can drive to Srisailam, visit the temple, and come back by evening 7 PM.
Suddenly I could sense some voice modulation in her. She started to speak in a husky manner, a seducing manner. Even the driver checked us in the mirror, although we were sitting apart.
We reached Gayatri’s place. We exchanged numbers and bid goodbye. I was checking her ass as she was swaying while walking. She had round mounds; I felt like embracing and digging my head into her thick mounds. I reached home in the next 30 minutes.
Even before I was about to message Gayatri, she asked if I had reached home. I was busier checking her profile pic. I texted her, saying I just reached out and was about to message. She wished me “good night” and asked me to share my location so she could book a cab for me in the morning.
I masturbated twice, imagining her naked in my arms and making love. I imagined how sensually I could make love to a mature woman. What can she teach me in lovemaking?
I couldn’t sleep properly, thinking about what would happen next. Multiple things were running in my head.
- Is she interested in me for having an affair or a one-night stand?
2. She believes I am a gentleman who can be trusted for a long drive to a religious place.
3. Thinking of me as a younger brother?
I was evaluating multiple options. How each of the above would pan out, and how to test the waters and proceed sexually with Gayatri. The drive to Srisailam is about 5-6 hours. So I thought I had enough time to ask her questions. It could lead to some conclusions, and I can plan my actions.
I slowly dozed off to sleep dreaming about fucking the milf in all her holes. I woke up to the alarm at 05. I did some yoga and got ready by 05.45. I got a good morning message. I quickly replied, “Good morning, Gayatri madam. I am ready.”
I reached her place in about 10-15 minutes. I reached her flat and rang the bell. Gayatri opened the door, looking stunning in a pink salwar. Her hair was wet as she would have just come from a shower and had a Vibhuti on her forehead. She had curly hair a little below her shoulder.
The water had made her top part (front and back) wet. I could see her deep cleavage and the white bra that she was wearing. She was drying her hair while inviting me to her home. It was a nice apartment with ample space and nicely done interiors.
She indeed has brilliant taste and kept the place clean and orderly. She asked me to sit and wait while she served coffee. I wore a light blue linen kurta as I felt its appropriate for the Darshan and comfortable to drive. I complimented her taste in the interiors and how immaculately she has maintained her house.
She was still drying her hair with a towel, reminding me of the Tamil movie ‘Alai Payuthey’ scene. I felt like kissing her in that posture, grabbing her ass, and kneading her breasts from the top of the dress. All these were running in my mind.
I asked about her kids and anyone in the house. She mentioned that they had gone to their grandparent’s house. Currently, she is living alone in the apartment, so she asked me to go to Srisailam. She complimented my dressing style and asked how I knew about the perfume she had worn the previous day. I blushed and said I gave my girlfriend the same a few years ago. She enquired if I was thinking about my girlfriend when she accidentally touched my crotch.
I replied that we broke up a few months ago as she was not interested in me. I enjoyed a travelling job more than a standard desk job. Gayatri said, “Only a fool can break up with such a nice person like you, Siddhu.” That was the first time she called me by my nickname, Siddhu.
I started asking her what she felt about me without any filters. Why would anyone want to be with me? She said she liked the way I dressed, especially yesterday. How professional I was and always focused on work and at the same time caring (taking the example of sambar stains on her saree.)
She also mentioned I was wearing the Kurta, reminding her of her boyfriend. He died in an accident while she was in college. It took her a couple of years to get over her boyfriend, and she married after 5 years. Listening to this, I could empathise with her. I gave her a side hug.
My right hand was on her right shoulder, and her head was on my chest. She had tears in her eyes narrating her life incidents. Her tears were dropping on my Kurta, and my heartbeat was increasing. She slowly wrapped her right arm around my waist and caressed me.
I was hesitant to take the next big move. But I wanted to play a slow waiting game. I was also caressing her shoulder the way she has. I gradually moved my right arm toward her waist, caressing her love handles. There was complete silence for the next 2-3 minutes.
We were touching each other’s waists, locking in sideways, giving each other enough time to make a move. And the opportunity to make the next bold move. By the way, Gayatri was slightly taller than me. She was slightly bent when she was caressing my waist and hips.
Her head was still down. I slowly moved my left hand towards her back, positioning her to face me in a proper embrace. Her boobs were now touching my chest. It was not a tight hug but a gentler hug. I was enjoying the moment and wish if the time stopped for a bit.
I could sense that Gayatri’s heart was also rushing. Except for our heartbeats and the ticktock of the clock, there was complete silence in the room. Gayatri was continuously rubbing my back and gradually increasing her grip. I could feel that in slow motion.
We are enjoying ourselves. I wanted to enjoy the moment to the fullest. I slowly moved my hands to her lower back, touching her voluptuous ass. I started rubbing her back from shoulders to her bums. She started to hug me tightly, and her 36D bosoms were poking my shoulders.
They wanted liberation from her bra and kameez. I started pressing her bums and realised that Gayatri wore a G-string panty. Her ass is as juicy and soft as I could knead them for eternity. Although soft, they were firm for a 40-year-old Milf. I bet she could do at least 100 squats.
Her ass is that firm and was lost in her ass. Gayatri reciprocated, equally pressing my ass and her chin along my neck-shoulder line, exposing her neck to me. Her wet hair was flowing like a breeze along my head. We were in that standing embrace for the next 15 minutes.
We lost ourselves exploring each other’s backs. I started kissing her neck. She let out small moans that took me to a trance state which I never experienced before. She has a cute, husky and seductive tone while moaning. All this time made us comfortable with each other.
It gave enough confidence in each other to take it to the next level. While I was kissing her neck, she started rubbing my cock on my trousers. My little monster was already erect, trying to come out of the pants. We didn’t look each other in the eyes all this while.
I always wanted to see the person’s face while performing sensual and sexual stuff, adding more intensity to lovemaking. I slowly raised Gayatri’s head, looked into her eyes deeply, and kissed her forehead, both cheeks. Her face had turned pinkish red, and she blushed a bit.
She grabbed my collar, kissed me deeply like a pouncing tiger, and pushed me to the nearest wall. She started biting my lips and scratching my back wildly. My lips were bleeding, and we explored our mouths and exchanged saliva.
It was one long wild kiss I had never experienced to date. I can never forget that I have unleashed a tigress in Gayatri.
Next Part: Becoming my project head’s Lover