Shanti returned to her house and waited for the bitchy neighborhood woman to come to her house, she was intrigued what was going to be the trigger for Radha to come to her house – she was too horny to think of anything around this anyways and wanted to remain positive.
She tried sleeping – did not work and finally crawled out of bed in the house and went into the bathroom. The shower would put her in better spirits, then she would go downstairs and get acquainted with her new look woman, she thought. She stripped to her bare skin and wondered – why a bath before the sexual act – but well – she wanted to take a bath. She wanted to masturbate so naked, she walked back into the bedroom, the bed still looked cozy, and she had nothing better to do other than to face the odd woman. Back in bed she stretched lazily.
It felt strange to be completely nude under the sheets.
Somehow it made the bed feel so deliciously comfortable to her.
She lay there for a while half dozing and thinking of the sex she had witnessed a while ago in the neighborhood and she wanted him and her both, but she didn't really know what to do, or how to react and the more she thought, the more she felt incredibly rosy and horny all over. Even her full breasts felt busty and meaty and as the sheet slipped across her taut nipples, she realized that she was fantastically horny. She wanted sex, but her fantasy stud was not available.
Shanti drew her hands across her body as she squeezed wickedly at the nipple on her left boob, and saw the fleshy nipple rise up erect at the end. She licked her lips, and prepared to experiment some more. She drew her body out long, and felt the sheet slide across her belly, and across her luscious mounds of breast. Then she drew the sheet between her legs. She gasped at the feet of the lustrous fabric as it slid between her thighs, and into her unused pussy. She spread her legs, and drew the sheet again through the dense folds of her cunt.
The sensation was overwhelming to her. The sheet was slick and cool and it slid across the moist soft lips of her pussy like a breeze. Shanti put her legs up into the air, and she lightly drew the sheet back and forth through her crotch, gently playing with herself and she increased the pace, and stroked her pussy with harder strokes of the sheet. She began to breathe more heavily, and she felt her snatch warming inside as it grew damp. Soon she found that her cunt was virtually steaming with the response to her little game while she moaned lightly and began to hump her hips on the bed.
She was wild to fuck! But there was nobody to fuck!
The material of the sheet between her legs clung and slid alternatively, setting up a burning friction over the gates of her steaming cunt, she spread her thighs wider and bent her knees more to dip down and open the silky petals to the tough of the sheet. It slid inside them and teased at the sensitive tissues rimming the mouth of her vagina. She moaned lightly as she felt the ball of sensitive nerve endings at the top of her clit awaken and sprout like a small cock.
The little bud surged forward into the cupping grooves of the sheet.
A change overtook her demure – lily like features as her passion ounted and she quickly sprang from the bed and searched through her suitcase for the black nylon panties that still had the stain of her last lover's premature ejaculation blotched on them and she slipped her long slender legs into them and pulled them up over her thighs and now glancing into the mirror on the huge dressing table, she studied her sensuous body.
Pulling at the black brief panties, she was able to slide the thin soft material into the valley left by the sheets. She watched her own soft red lips go slack and her eyes hood over. The halo of black translucent hair swam luxuriantly around her shoulders and face. Her full breasts pumped up and down, the nipples tingling from the excitement she was bringing on herself. As if by it, her thumb began creeping down inside her nylon panties.
The material was tightly bunched in her fists, one in front, the other in back, and her knuckles rubbed with light touches over her burning skin she sucked in her breath and felt sharp jolts shoot through her, and her resolve started crumbling to pieces.
She wondered what difference one small bit of self-indulgence would matter now - what harm there would be in slipping her thumb inside her cunt and letting the release she'd been holding back so long flow through her. Shanti's face twisted in agony, and she damned herself for having started playing around.
She sucked her belly in, and watched as it rolled, with the hole of her navel bobbing in the soft surface of her skin. For a moment Shanti studied her body. Her tits were full and beautifully shaped. The way they hung on her chest . . . her full brown nipples standing out pertly.
She dropped her panties, and stepped out of them and now nude she spread her legs wantonly and bent a fraction while her black bush seemed to be melting from her mound as the drops of moisture formed on it and ran to the tips of the silky curls, loading her mat like a paint brush dipped in molten coal. Shanti didn't feel as if she would or could even be able to separate reality from fantasy and it was unbelievable, never had she felt this way before, but then never had she been in bed with a man before who was circumcised, especially one who had left her completely satisfied except for Suhas the elder lover of her mother who broke through her hymen.
She thrust her pelvis forward and saw her brown red cuntlips puff up and part readily and exhibit the moist meat at the mouth of her tunnel. She could feel the nipples of need undulating along its length, making it stretch and grow soft and slippery and warm inside, readying itself for something.
Shanti was unaware of what, but she felt as if she had to have something inserted in it and tingles ran all through her chest and made her nipples swell to the bursting point with the wild passion building inside her while her inner thighs were covered with moisture, and her puffy labia were spread wide, like slitted petals of a bruised flower. She watched the soft part of her belly quiver with anticipation as her hand continued downward.
It reached her belly again and moved toward her crotch as though it had a mind of its own.
Shanti's finger parted the pubes on its silky path.
She let the manual digit move along the downward-pointing root of her clit and then out to the throbbing tip while jolts of electric shock fired through her pelvis and her buttocks trembled and her throat opened wide to let out a groan of passion, and her pelvis bumped back and forth in tiny waves, seeking more of the contact she so desperately needed. Shanti's finger slid in and out, rippling farther back toward her womb each time in searing waves of delight and she could see her abdomen bloating as she swallowed the length of her finger, but her pussy hungered for more while she tried to keep her hips still, but they weaved back and forth in screwing motions in an attempt to pull that finger all the way into her and make her squeeze down hard all around it and come.
At last the teasing came to an end and she couldn't hold back any longer while her emotions were at their highest pitch, and she was afraid she would come before it was time for her to, and then she was also afraid she would come. She felt her face go hot and her emotions swirl. She couldn't recall being so aroused in her life as she was at this moment. Certainly she had never played with herself before.
She moved over toward the bed, trying to keep her finger buried in her pussy as she did so. She lay flat and drew her knees up, spreading her legs widely. She looked down the curving length of her flat belly and lovely sweat laden navel zeroing at the stretched mouth of her cunt. She could see it clearly in the mirror and the sight thrilled her.Her breathing was fast now and when she rapidly dug her finger in and out of its wet passageway she moaned loudly.
"Oh . . . my God!" she moaned again in a soft whisper over and over again. "So good.So . . . good!
