The knock on the door was soft, almost hesitant. Lakshmi stood there in a simple sari. Her dark eyes were wide with a mixture of curiosity and something else, darker, more forbidden. She opened her lips as if to say something, but no words came. Instead, she dropped her gaze to the floor, her fingers playing with the pallu of her sari.
“Auntie,” I said in a low, teasing voice. “What are you here for?”
She looked up, her cheeks flushed red. “I…just came to check on you. Leah has been at college all day and I thought you might be lonely.”
Lonely? The words floated between us, taking on an unspoken meaning. I stepped aside and let her into my apartment. Her scent filled the room. A mix of jasmine oil and a hint of sweat. My penis twitched in response and I had to gently readjust.
She passed me. Her hips swayed ever so slightly, the fabric of her sari clinging to her curves. I couldn’t help but stare. She was 47, but she acted like a woman who knew exactly what she wanted. And now, I felt like she wanted me.
“So…” she began, sitting on the couch, crossing her legs modestly. “How have you been?”
I sat next to her, so close that our knees almost touched. “You came, and it made me better.”
She held her breath and looked away, but not before I saw her nipples hardening under her blouse. My hands found their way to her knees, but she didn’t let go. Instead, she leaned into my touch, her chest moving up and down faster.
“Stop…” she whispered, but her body betrayed her words.
“Stop what?” I asked, leaning closer, my lips touching her ear. “Touch me? Want me? Fuck me?”
She gasped, bringing her hand to her mouth. “You’re such a jerk,” she said, but there was no anger in her voice. Just need.
I grinned and moved my hand further, slipping it under the hem of her sari. Her skin was warm and smooth, and she shivered at my touch. “Aunty, stop. If you say so, I will.”
But she didn’t stop. Instead she closed her eyes and tilted her head back as my fingers inched closer to her dripping wet pussy. I could feel the heat radiating from her and smell the sweet, musky scent of her arousal. It drove me crazy.
My other hand reached for her blouse, pulling it open to reveal her lacy bra. Her breasts spilled out from the top, her nipples already hard and begging for attention. I didn’t keep her waiting. I leaned down and took one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard enough to make her moan.
“Oh, God,” she whined, tangling her hands in my hair. “You’re such a nasty slut”
I laughed against her skin, swirling my tongue around her nipples before gently biting her cleavage. She cried out, bucking her hips up, bucking against my hand which was now pressed firmly against her pussy.
“Such a filthy bitch” I murmured, breathing hotly against her skin. “Look at you, rubbing up against me like a slut”
She froze for a moment, her eyes widening as she met mine. For a second I thought she might slap me, but she smirked and reached down to untie her sari. “Isn’t that what you want? A filthy slut to fuck?”
I groaned as I watched her remove her sari, revealing her toned stomach and navel piercing. The sight made me salivate, and I leaned down and licked from her navel to her waistband. She shivered as I teased her, grabbing my shoulders with both hands.
“You’re going to kill me,” she gasped, her voice trembling.
“Not yet,” I replied, pulling down her panties to reveal her pussy, glistening and waiting for me. I wasted no time. I buried my face between her legs, licking her folds with my tongue, tasting her sweetness.
She cried out as I devoured her, grabbing my hair with both hands. I sucked her clit, flicking it with my tongue until her thighs clamped around my head and her body shook with pleasure.
“Oh, God, yes!” she cried, arching her back off the couch. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”
I didn’t stop. I kept going, bringing her closer and closer with my tongue. When she finally came, her whole body spasmed and her love juices drenched my face. I licked it all up, savoring every drop.
When I pulled back, she was still trembling, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. “You… you’re a monster,” she said, but with a smile on her face.
I grinned and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “And you like it.”
The smell of sex still wafted through the air in the room, the sofa damp from our earlier adventure. Lakshmi lay beside me, catching her breath as her fingers lazily traced patterns on my chest. Her hair was messy, a strand sticking to her forehead, the rest of her sari tied up around her waist. She looked like a goddess who had just been worshipped, her skin glowing in the dim light.
“You can’t get enough,” she muttered in a low, husky voice, flicking her dark eyes up to meet mine. There was something dangerous in her expression, a mix of mischief and dominance.
I laughed.
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