This is my first ever post; and I hope you all enjoy it ;-)
To start with, I must tell you a bit about myself. I am Nikita, a 34 year old woman with a body to kill for. I'm 5'7" tall, fair, my stats are 34c-28-35 and I weigh a perfect 62 kilos. I have beautiful straight hair that fall upto the middle of my sexy back. I am a fitness freak, and have maintained myself to perfection. I am a state level Judo player and a trained dancer and aerobic instructor. I have very long and shapely legs, and a washboard-like flat tummy, with no tell-tale signs of childbirth. My lips are full and very kissable, and my eyes are the typical Indian beauty's eyes - almond shaped with long eyelashes and brown in colour. I have zero wrinkles on my face, and have a tiny little beauty spot on my chin. All in all, I could easily pass off as a 25 year old, and nobody can guess my age and the fact that I am a mother of one. Just like I have maintained myself outwardly, I have taken great care of my 'privates' as well. I have been naturally blessed with minimal body hair, and whatever little there is, I remove it regularly to keep my hands and legs absolutely smooth and shining. It was 2 years back, when I had got permanent laser hair removal done on my armpits and pubic mound, and freed myself from having to shave every now and then. Kinky that I am, I had left a very thin vertical line of hair on my mound; and all I have to do now is to keep trimming it with scissors regularly. My breasts are perfectly round and stand absolutely firm - no sag whatsoever. And they are adorned by pinkish-brown colored areolae, almost two inches in diameter. My nipples look like cherries on scoops of ice-cream; and when hard they stand up almost an inch. I don't really need a bra to support my boobies - need it only so that my titties don't show, when I am turned on. One hot bod, ain't I? ;-)
Just like anyone who's been married for long enough, our sex life is nothing to talk about. My husband is a workaholic and travels frequently on business. Since we live in a well-to-do joint family, with all kinds of domestic servants, the kid is also well taken care of. Folks at home are quite liberal, and I have a fairly easy life. I work as an Executive Assistant to a very senior person in a large Advertising agency, and am quite happy with my boss and job. My boss travels very often, and that gives me a lot of free time at work too; which I utilise to hob-nob with my colleagues. An Ad agency is a nice place to work in, as the overall setting is very informal and fun. I have a lot of friends in office, and I generally have a good time at work. I have always had an above average libido, and have no inhibitions as far as sex is concerned.
One of our VPs is a very handsome guy called Varun. He is 38, but, like me, a fitness freak. He used to be a cricketer in his younger days, and now does swimming and cycling to keep himself fit. He is 6' tall, very lean and muscular. Like me, even he looks much younger than he is. And, the best part is, he is a perfect gentleman in his behaviour. To top it, he's a fantastic dancer. Since we advertising folks have frequent parties, I have always enjoyed his company on the dance floor at most of our office parties. We sit on the same floor, and my desk is diagonally opposite his cabin, and since we have an open office, his cabin has a transperant glass partition, and we are visible to each other all the time. Normally he keeps quite busy, but, whenever he is a bit free, I go over to his cabin and we chat for a while. Varun is a divorcee, and lives alone in his plush 16th floor sea-facing apartment. He is very well endowed too, with a 7 inch tool; and a libido that matches mine. He is a phenomenal kisser and gives great cunnilingus too. He loves experimenting with sex. Made for each other - him and me!
Now, let me get to the story directly. I will write some other time about how Varun and me got 'intimately' involved and how it all started; but this story is about a great weekend spent together at his house.
Varun was to fly back into town on a Saturday morning, after a 3 day official visit to our branch office. As already decided between us, I was to fetch him from the airport, and we were to go over to his house for you-know-what. At home, I had made the pretext of a weekend office conference out-of-town and said that I'd return on Sunday evening. I had generally packed some clothes just to fill a small bag, knowing fully well that I didn't need anything from it! My clothes for the weekend were all at Varun's place - all our favorite stuff that we had shopped for together - halter tops, hot pants, micro minis, and the sexiest lingerie that a woman can have. Since I didn't want a scandal at home, we had decided to leave all those clothes at his place. So, I was dressed in a normal low-rise denim capri and a sleeveless tee, with my hair tied back in a ponytail. Since Varun liked minimal make-up, I had only applied some lip-gloss - his favorite, edible, chocolate-mint flavoured one.
Varun's flight was to land at 10am and as pre-decided, I was waiting for him in the airport parking lot in my car, the car's engine idling and the AC and music on. I had reached there at 9:55, and my heart was really beating hard. Varun and me hadn't made love in 2 weeks now, and I was really itching for it. I had been imagining a lot of things since the past 2 days; and frequently had found myself so wet, that I was worried about a wet patch showing up on the crotch of my pants. I had to 'attend to' myself a couple of times in the restroom, bang in the middle of a working day at office! Varun had called me on Friday afternoon and we'd had a very graphic conversation about what we both were going to do to each other on the weekend. Now, while waiting for him, I was lost in those erotic thoughts. My pussy had started getting moist, and my nipples had started poking through the flimsy lace of my bra, and the cotton tee. I felt a little chill run down my spine, and an automatic smile appeared on my face. And just then, I heard a knock on the car window. It was Varun! He very swiftly opened the rear door and dropped his bag on the seat, and got in next to me.
Varun (while getting into the car): Heyyyyy Niki Baby!!!
Me : Hi Jaan! I was just thinking about you!!! (Jaan - literal translation 'Life'- is an endearing word we use for our lovers out here in India)
Varun : Hmmm ... I can see ... (with a devillish grin, and eyeing my hard nipples jutting out of my top)
Me (quickly looking down at my tits, and then at him in mock anger) : You naughty boy!
By the time I had just about finished saying 'boy', he'd leaned over and planted his lips on mine. We smooched for more than a couple of minutes after that - first him nibbling and sucking at my lips, then me doing the same to him; and then our tongues doing a passionate dance in tandem. His hands went to my waist, one slipping up into my tee and caressing my back, and the other slipping into the waistband of my capris, trying to go further down into my panties. My left hand was at the back of his neck, and my right hand was fidgeting in his hair. I was moaning softly, my arousal becoming very obvious to him. My tits were hurting and the crotch of my panty was getting very moist. We finally broke our kiss, when we realised that in my aroused state, I had jammed my foot on the accelerator and the car's engine growled. We both laughed at this and then straightened up, finally realising that we were in a public place. I saw him lick off my lip gloss from his own lips, thoroughly enjoying it's taste; and a smile broke out on both our faces.
He : Ummm ... I just looove that lip-gloss of yours baby
Me : You're smelling very delicious too (referring to our common favorite deo that he uses)
He : Come on baby ... let's get home quickly ... unless you want me to do you right here in the car