Bindu, my lovely neighbour called me for sex on my last afternoon in Mumbai. It was as simple as that.
This happened when I used to stay as a paying guest in the posh Napien Sea Road area of Mumbai. I was posted to Mumbai for three months just after I joined my firm after college. I was a horny young man and was always thinking about sex. I had had some delightful experiences in my teenage years, mostly with older women whom I adored. In Mumbai, the work pressure was so much that I had to work weekends as well, which hardly left any time to even think about sex. The only sex I got was a quick desperate shag every day before I fell asleep. I was looking forward to the end of my assignment so that I could visit my loving aunt Vimal in Pune on my way back, to make up for all the draught of these three months.
Bindu was a gorgeous forty-year-old woman, who lived in the adjoining flat. She was a rich socialite, with interest in cinema and theatre and she had already acted in one or two art movies where her small vampish roles were well appreciated, mostly due to the skimpy attires she wore. Her dance in the film "Chain" and her swimming pool scene with the evergreen hero had made her a sex symbol ten years back. Her husband was a businessman and was mostly absent from home, away on his business trips, leaving his sexy wife alone.
We used to meet frequently in lifts and sometimes in the nearby shopping malls and had started exchanging cheerful Hi's and Hello's. I started calling her 'Didi' meaning "Elder Sister" in our short meetings and she seemed to like it. Gradually I had started looking at her with more than usual interest, unable to ignore the sheer sexy aura that she radiated. She too seemed to be aware of my lusty stares but did not seem to mind and in fact seemed to go out of the way to give me opportunities to have a clearer look at her. She did this by pretending to smoothen her sari, removing the pallav momentarily to straighten it but in effect giving me a clear view of her massive soft bosom.
She was a voluptuous woman; there was nothing delicate or small about her. She was as tall as me, must have weighed about seventy-five kilos, had a very fair and silken complexion and large wide hips. Combined with a well endowed bust line and relatively smaller waist, whose soft flesh had a tendency to bulge out below her blouse, her sultry come-hither look made her extremely desirable to me. Unfortunately by the time the relationship could advance to more intimate terms, my assignment ended and I had to leave town in a hurry. On my last afternoon, I started packing up to catch the night train. While returning from a quick shopping trip downstairs, I came out of the lift and saw her standing casually near her open door. I said farewell, telling her that I would be going home that night. She decided immediately not to waste any more time, took my hand and quickly dragged me to her flat, locked the door and kissed me hard, leaving me speechless and excited with her aggression.
We were alone in her big flat and she made her intentions pretty clear through her eyes as I followed her into the bedroom. There was just a fleck of grey in her soft shoulder length hair, and this symbol of the age difference between us was a very sensuous fact to me. I had generally seen her with full make-up including a dark red lipstick and her fresh face without any makeup somehow looked even more attractive. She was wearing a yellow sari and blouse and matching pink rubber slippers. She had just bathed and her hair, skin and clothes were moist. I pulled her in my arms and kissed her on the lips. She responded by thrusting her soft tongue in my mouth as my hand kneaded her soft breast.
I was rock hard by now and she felt it through my trousers. She quickly undressed me. When I was naked, she stared with delight at the seven-inch cock with its big purple head, and caressed it with her soft palms. As I moaned with pleasure, she dropped down to her knees, took it in her moist red mouth and sucked determinedly. She was so good at cock sucking, with her tongue rubbing the glans like a file that I came immediately. She swallowed the thick semen greedily and did not let a single drop escape. She also swallowed my jumping cock deep into her throat and lovingly chewed it delicately till I had emptied my stock of hot cream.
She got up and led me to the sofa. She told me that what she had done was only to take the edge off my appetite and the real fun would start now. We had a full afternoon to ourselves and would be able to have a good lusty romp. As I relaxed on the sofa, with my fist lovingly stroking my cock, a bachelor's favourite pastime, she quickly removed the sari and the blouse. Now she was clad only in dark yellow bra and panties. Her soft big breasts were bulging out of the D cups of the lovely lacy bra and the tight strap was deeply embedded into the flesh. She unhooked it and the big pendulous boobs sprang into the view. They were sagging a little with their weight and the dark black aureoles were as wide as small saucers. The nipples were fat and big as lemons. She also stepped out of her lace panties and the sight of the thick black bush between her white massive thighs was enough to cause my cock to stand up fully, quivering with lust.
Bindu Didi invitingly took one of her breasts in her palm and held it up to me as an offering, while her other hand crept between her legs and disappeared inside the dark lush jungle there. Her hand moved up and down in a rhythm and she started moaning. I pulled her to me and fastened my mouth on a fat leathery nipple, which I chewed and sucked. She whimpered as my hand crushed her boob like a ripe mango being mashed to extract the juice. As she clutched me with both arms, my other hand tangled in her pubic hair and my finger suddenly entered a hot wet hole. I pulled out the finger and sniffed it. It had a wonderful musky odour and I licked it. It was heavenly and I just wanted to eat, chew and munch her flesh and drink all her bodily fluids.
