Hello readers, I hope you are doing well. Let me introduce myself: I am Sam, 40 years old, fit, and skilled in satisfying a woman completely. I am single and well-settled.
Happy reading and meeting.
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This real story happened between an office colleague and me 1.5 years ago. I am sharing it with her consent, as she enjoys reading the poetry and a few lines I write expressing my feelings for her. Please don’t ask for her details.
I work as a manager in IT and have a team of seven members. She worked with me on my team. She was new to our team, joining after her maternity break.
About her: she is married, 33 years old, and has an eight-month-old boy. She is fair as milk, 5’5″ tall, and a true beauty; her eyes, lips, and everything about her are perfectly mesmerizing. She has a charming personality and natural beauty. She is blessed with a 38-30-36 figure, which she shared with me later. Let’s call her Y.
Coming to the story…
As we worked in the same team, we used to interact daily. As her manager, I used to support her. As days progressed, we became close, and the project deadline brought us even closer. One day, she was sad and not focusing on her work. In the evening, I asked if everything was okay and if she was alright. She didn’t say much. To cheer her up, I asked her to have dinner with me. She agreed.
We went to a pub in Whitefield. Being a weekday, the crowd was small, leaving ample space for us to be ourselves. We sat in a private place and ordered drinks to start with — wine for her and beer for me. We started having our drinks.
After a few sips, we started discussing why she was so dull that day. She began to open up. She had a fight with her husband, who doesn’t care for her much, keeps traveling, and drinks a lot. I was holding her hand and consoling her.
Her eyes filled with tears. I went and sat next to her, put my arm around her shoulder, and gave her comfort. She didn’t say anything and leaned on my shoulder. I told her not to worry and that I was there for her.
She was leaning on me with a sad face. I told her to cheer up. She started hugging me more tightly.
Now I was losing control. My cock started to rise. I was hugging her more tightly. Her breasts were pressing against my chest, and I was getting electric shocks just feeling her.
She was wearing a saree with a deep-neck and sleeveless blouse. I kissed her on the forehead. She looked up into my eyes and didn’t say anything. We stayed like that for some time and then started having our drinks again.
Then she started saying that she liked me and admired me a lot. I too had feelings for her and felt happy inside. I was looking into her eyes and listening to her. The emotions were flowing between us.
I too confessed my feelings for her. There was a spark in both our eyes. She started blushing. I hugged her tightly and then kissed her forehead, eyes, cheeks, nose, and finally her lips. It was short but sweet.
We were both happy and left for our respective homes. She texted me that she had reached and “love you.” I replied the same.
The next day, we were kissing in the office whenever we got a chance. I would press her breasts and hold her by the waist. I was so happy and lucky to have her.
A few days passed, and we were becoming restless. So, I planned for us to meet at my apartment. I applied for leave, and so did she. I went to pick her up from the metro and brought her to my home.
The moment we entered and closed the door, we hugged and started kissing. She was in a saree, looking like an angel — sexy and hot.
I forgot to mention that she is Bengali.
I started pressing her breasts over her blouse. They were big, soft, and full of milk. Milk started to show through, making a patch. Slowly, I started to remove her saree while looking into her eyes and kissing her soft, strawberry-flavored lips.
Her pallu fell to the floor, and the saree was completely removed. She was in a blouse and a petticoat. I was mesmerized by her beauty: a milky-white beauty in a black blouse and black petticoat.
Her hair fell to her mid-back. No makeup, just natural beauty. My cock was rock solid looking at her, as if it would tear my underwear and shorts.
She came close, kissed me, and started removing my shirt, then kissed my neck. Slowly, she rubbed her hand on my chest. Her hand moved down, and she got hold of my rock-hard cock from outside my shorts.
We started kissing again, deeply, our tongues fighting. Her left hand rubbed my cock, and my left hand pressed her breast, which was too large to fit completely in my hand.
Without breaking the kiss, we moved to the bedroom and fell onto the bed together. We were not in a hurry, as we had ten hours to spend together to fulfill each other’s desires.
We lay on the bed, cuddling. She was madly kissing me all over – my face, neck, and chest. I have a hairy chest.
Then she started biting and sucking my nipples. Slowly, she moved her hand inside my shorts. I was letting her play, as she wanted to dominate like a hungry tigress. My hands were moving on her back, playing with her hair, and pressing her ass. She was soft everywhere. I was enjoying the feel of her butter-soft skin. She was happy and glowing. She hadn’t had this experience with her husband, who would just fuck her, finish in ten minutes, and leave her dry and go to sleep. Also, he had a small cock that would not satisfy her.
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This is part one. I will share part two shortly.
Women from Bangalore who are willing to have a romantic and fulfilling time can email me at [email protected].