The lobby around the reception didn’t have any people. Since it was off-season for tourism, the place was as if it were in its world. I had just checked in after a long drive, and the warden out there opened the keys to my room.
It was a homestay in one of the remote places in the western ghats. I was a lone person staying there while the caretaker told me he would be unavailable for the rest of the day. He just informed me that there’s milk in the fridge, dosa batter, chutney, eggs and bread if needed.
I took a hot bath and changed before taking my bags from the car. I managed just to put my luggage off before it started raining again. I poured coffee into a cup and started to sip, lighting a cigarette.
As I was smoking, a car arrived inside the gate. A middle-aged man rolled down the window to ask me, “Got any rooms here?”
“Not sure, I’m a guest here. You need to ask the warden here.” I had to shout in order for him to hear in the rain.
He immediately turned to the other side and informed the other person before getting down. He got down and asked, “Where’s the warden?”
“He left around 15 minutes ago. Have you booked any room?”
“No, it wasn’t planned. I’m low on fuel, and it’s getting late. We needed to stay by.” He told me.
“He just left a while ago. I’m not sure if he’s available. If you want to get him now, you need to walk up over to him. I don’t think your car can drive until there.”
He took the umbrella from his car and moved towards that side before saying, “Let me just enquire.”
I saw him fading away into the rain. However, I had my coffee and cigarette to enjoy. As I had a couple of drags and turned towards the car, I noticed another person inside.
“Why don’t you come in?” I had to shout again.
“I don’t have an umbrella,” I heard a female voice from the car.
I placed my coffee mug on the veranda, opened the umbrella and walked towards the car.
A lady in her early 40s, dressed casually in shorts and a tank top with Crocs footwear, opened the door and got into my umbrella, saying, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
We soon got into the shelter of the home, and she introduced herself, “Hi, I’m Vandana.”
“I’m Sumit,” I responded.
She looked towards the cigarette I was smoking and asked me, “If you don’t mind, can I have a drag?”
I lent my cigarette to her. She had a deep drag and started speaking, “My hubby is always like that, careless in everything.”
“Why? What went wrong?” I asked her.
“See, we are stranded here, and there’s no fuel. Stay hasn’t been booked, I don’t know anything, I don’t know why he behaves so irresponsibly sometimes,” she told it all in a single breath.
“That’s okay, cool down now. You’re anyways got to a place now,” I tried confronting her with soothing words.
“Yeah, but I don’t know if it’s available or not.”
“Neither I. However, I don’t think any other guests are coming in as the caretaker here just left a while ago telling me he wouldn’t be available,” These words of mine made her exclaim, “Oh my God.”
While she was saying that, I just checked her. She had wavy hair that framed her face, highlighting her deep, soulful brown eyes. She wasn’t the type to stand out in a crowd, but her presence was captivating. However, she had her mannerisms of talking.
I asked her if she needed some coffee. She wondered, “If there’s any available?”
I welcomed her into the home and showed her through the kitchen and the fridge. She picked up milk, and with filter coffee decoction, it didn’t take her long to make a cup of coffee.
Making herself comfortable on the sofa, Vandana started speaking to me, “We are from Bangalore, and we just came out for a drive. But my husband miscalculated the fuel in the car. By the time he noticed it, we didn’t have enough to reach the fuel station. But we somehow managed to reach this place. I wasn’t sure if anybody would be here. Because in another place we went in looking in the map, there was nobody there.”
Vandana has a knack for talking continuously. However, I broke it by saying, “Yes, it’s off-season, you know. All the stays are closed. Even here, the service isn’t available. I am here to stay because this belongs to my friend.”
“Oh, that’s nice. You have got friends in nice places,” she had a wide smile while saying it.
“Yeah, it’s fortunate that my friend owns a property here,” I responded in a natural tone. Vandana looked piercing at me to say, “Who doesn’t like to befriend a handsome like you?”
“Oh, milf lady, what a perfect ice breaker to seduce someone,” I just thought but responded by saying, “Hmm, glad you like my company.”
“Hey, by the way,” she started, looking around to continue, “Can I have a shower? I have been travelling all day.”
“There you can,” I showed her through the washroom and guided her with the hot water, which I had discovered just a while ago. She thanked me, and I left.
She was done bathing. The sound of the rain outside was a perfect backdrop to the soft hum of the water heater. Vandana opened the door just ajar and called out, “Sumit, can you please hand me a towel?”
I quickly fetched a towel from the linen closet and handed it to her through the small gap in the door. She took it with a playful smile and a soft “Thank you.”
A few moments later, Vandana stepped out, her body wrapped in the towel, water droplets still glistening on her skin. She moved with an easy grace, her confidence evident in every step.
She walked over to where I was sitting and, with a flirtatious tilt of her head, asked, “Would you mind helping me get my bags from the car?”
I nodded, feeling a mixture of anticipation and curiosity. As I stood up to head towards the door, she made no move to tighten her towel. Instead, she let it slip just a bit, enough to reveal the curve of her shoulders and the top of her breasts. It was a calculated move, one that didn’t go unnoticed.
I stepped out into the rain, retrieved her bags, and brought them back inside. Vandana was waiting in the living room, her towel still barely holding on. She took the bags from me, her fingers brushing against mine, sending a spark through my body.
“Thank you, Sumit,” she said softly, her voice dripping with seduction. Without much hesitation but as if there was no other way, Vandana let the towel fall. She stood there, completely naked, her skin glowing in the soft light of the room. She didn’t rush to cover herself.
Instead, she bent down slowly to search her bag, giving me ample time to explore every inch of her body with my eyes. After what felt like an eternity, she pulled out a piece of lingerie. It was a sheer, black negligee that left little to the imagination. Vandana slipped it on, the fabric clinging to her damp skin.
The top was transparent, offering a tantalizing view of her breasts. The rest flowed down her body, ending just above her thighs. She also pulled out a light coat, which she draped over her shoulders but didn’t bother to close.
She turned to face me, her eyes locking onto mine. “How do I look?” she asked, her voice a sultry whisper.
Though I’ve been with MILFs earlier, I was amazed by the quickness with Vandana.
“Stunning,” I said with my voice thick with desire.
Vandana took a step closer, closing the distance between us. “You know, Sumit,” she began, her fingers trailing down my chest, “I’ve always believed in seizing the moment. And right now, I want to make the most of this unexpected situation.”
Her words hung in the air, heavy with promise. The rain outside continued to pour, but inside, the atmosphere was electric. The night was beginning, and I knew it would be one filled with shared seduction and ecstasy.
Vandana’s fingers traced a path down my chest, sending shivers through my body. She pressed herself against me, her breath warm on my neck. “What do you say, Sumit?” she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear.
I took a deep breath, “I say we make the most of it,” I replied, my voice steady despite the pounding in my chest.
She smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “That’s what I was hoping you’d say.”
Vandana took my hand and led me to the couch. She pushed me down gently, her touch firm yet tender. She straddled me, her negligee riding up her thighs, her eyes never leaving mine. “Let’s start with something simple,” she murmured, her fingers working on the buttons of my shirt.
I watched, entranced, as she undressed me with practised ease. Her hands were soft but insistent, her touch setting my skin on fire. When she had my shirt open, she ran her hands over my chest, exploring the contours of my muscles. “You have a nice body, Sumit,” she said appreciatively.
“So do you,” I replied, my hands finding her hips, pulling her closer and feeling her 38D boobs.
She leaned in, her lips finding mine. The kiss was slow, sensual, a perfect blend of passion and tenderness. As our tongues danced together, I felt her grind against me, her heat seeping through the thin fabric of her lingerie.
Vandana broke the kiss, her eyes dark with desire. “I want you. I want your heat in this rain,” she said.
I didn’t need any more encouragement. I stood, lifting her in my arms, and carried her to the bedroom. The rain outside continued to pour, the sound a soothing backdrop to the rising tension inside.
I laid her down on the bed, taking a moment to admire her. She was beautiful, her body a work of art. I kissed her again, my hands roaming over her curves, exploring every inch of her. She responded eagerly, her hands pulling me closer, her body arching into mine.
Our clothes soon lay discarded on the floor, forgotten in the heat of the moment. Vandana’s hands roamed over my body, her touch driving me wild. I kissed my way down her neck her chest, savouring the taste of her skin. She moaned softly, her fingers tangling in my hair, urging me on.
I took my time, teasing her with my lips and tongue, drawing out her pleasure. When I finally entered her, it was with a sense of inevitability, as if this was where we were always meant to end up. She gasped, her body tensing, then relaxing as she adjusted to me.
We moved together in perfect harmony, our bodies in sync, each thrust bringing us closer to the edge. Vandana’s moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that drove me wild. I could feel her getting closer, her body trembling beneath me.
“Sumit,” she gasped, her nails digging into my back, “I’m close.”
“Me too,” I managed to say, my release building.
With a final, powerful thrust, we both found our release, our bodies shuddering in ecstasy. I collapsed beside her, both of us panting, our bodies slick with sweat.
Vandana turned to me, a satisfied smile on her lips. “That was incredible,” she said, her voice a contented sigh.
“It was,” I agreed, pulling her close. “And the night is still young.”
She laughed softly, snuggling into my arms. “I like the way you think, Sumit.”
As I just came back from the restroom, I saw Vandana fully dressed. We could see her hubby Ramesh coming towards the cottage from a distance.
Ramesh came in, folding down the umbrella and looked towards Vandana to say, “No one is there. I looked around, waited and shouted if there was someone, but no response.”
Vandana said, “Oh, it’s hard to hear during this rain, I guess, isn’t it Sumit?” She turned towards me with a mischievous smile. “And by the way, he’s Ramesh, my loving husband.”
“Hello, Ramesh. Nice meeting you,” I gestured to him.
“Sorry I couldn’t find anyone out there, and I’m glad you engaged my wife in my absence. It would have been hard if she was lonely.”
“Oh, don’t mention that. It was a pleasure to me to host her as much as hers, I believe, isn’t it, mistress? I asked Vandana.
“Oh yes, Sumit is a genuine gentleman, you know. A real hot Bull.” Her second sentence made me turn towards her and notice her face while she was saying that. She has a perfectly lusty face.
He turned towards me, “Oh, so she already got to taste you? I never thought she would do that today. She was pissed off today.”
“Yes, man, I was pissed off with you. That’s why I happily embraced the right Bull Sumit,” Vandana said to his face mercilessly.
“I didn’t wash my pussy, particularly for that purpose. You need to taste his cum down here.” She lifted her maxi, and she was all nude down there. Her clean, shaved pussy had a cream pie with my cum in between.
As her hubby bent down, she pushed his head towards her pussy, and as he licked started murmuring, “Yeah, lick it, lick it, my cucky, you deserve it.”
As he continued licking, she called me in and took off my pants to get access to my dick. She started sucking it with utmost vigour. All the while, she moaned her aahs and oohs while she humiliated her cuckold hubby.
After finishing a round in there, she immediately made sure that her hubby cleaned up her pussy. I went outside for a smoke. This time, I lit up a roll of weed. She came out by the smell to say, “Hey, wow, that’s a bonus, please gimme a drag, gimme a drag.”
She started jumping while her boobs jumped in sync. We smoked along, sharing the roll, kissing to exchange smoke through our mouths. And later, she wanted to taste my dick along with the smoke. She started the blowjob accordingly.
It was raining outside. In the verandah, this MILF was blowing me out while her hubby was watching us holding his tiny dick. It didn’t need any more hotness to be added. I pulled her out into the rain and started to bang her in the doggy style.
This nymph was, however needed a few more positions in the rain. I called upon her hubby and asked him to bend down so that she could rest her leg over him.
By 3 am, she was so tired that she made her hubby hold her legs wide so that I could fuck her pussy well. She was sexually so high that she got fucked until she started snoring while I was fucking her.
The next morning, she woke me up with a blowjob. Soon after, she started riding me while I was still in bed.
After an active night, it took me a good 45 minutes to cum inside her pussy in the morning.
Vandana, while still embracing my dick, enjoyed the pulse for a couple of minutes. Then she turned around, and as an obedient cuckold hubby, he was waiting to lick her clean.
We later parted after having another session in the shower and then inside the room again.
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