zarthustra99
08-29-2010, 11:41 AM
Nissa reminesces ..
The apartment has a nice balcony where I like to hang out. Bangalore weather being pleasant, I got myself some potted plants to liven up my space - Marigold, Hibiscus, Pink Rose among others, some succulents that were a gift from Ooty and a Tulsi. Mum said Tulsi (Holy Basil) brought good luck. I kept it for health and beauty. A sprig of tulsi enlivened tea which I enjoyed cupfuls of every day.
That Saturday morning, I had been taking a short break from gardening, leaning over the balcony and sipping hot tea from a mug. I was wearing a very old white t-shirt and cut-off jeans. Short ones that I wouldn't dare wear outside the home - they barely reached down to cover my butt! But they were comfortable - in this heat, and just right for gardening. Freedom of movement, you know? Plus, I loved the warmth of the sun kissing my long legs. Mrs. Singh was walking her dog Rocky, a perky Cocker Spaniel. She noticed me in the balcony and waved my way with a warm smile. I waved back and smiled, thinking of what her reaction might be if she saw me in these little shorts. Thankfully, my plants screened my bare legs from her gaze behind the balcony railing. I leaned elbows on the ledge and rubbed my calves against each other absently as I was wont to. I was feeling good.
Suddenly, I felt hands clasp my waist and a nuzzle in my jean-clad rear. It was him - my lover. I had thought he must have been asleep in bed after last night's clubbing and dancing. His hands felt big and soft with a pleasant feel as he rubbed my sides. The face in my butt felt new, contrary to my upbringing and .. exhilerating. I knew I shouldn't have brought him home - he was constantly pushing me to explore my borders. And taking me to forbidden territory that was such fun. But it felt right. He felt right.
I closed my eyes - from shame? And yet, I shamefully pressed down on his face harder. His face must have suffered - those jeans were rough. And I have an ample butt. But I didn't relent. I pressed hard and wiggled.
He must have suffered but he was a gentleman. He didn't even murmur a protest and instead, began caressing my legs with those lovely hands of his. Yes, those hands. Those hands are what I liked most about him - Open, Friendly, Likeable. Just like his eyes. My man aimed to please. He seemed to delight in giving pleasure. Like a pet dog. It seemed just like a doggy-thing to do - to sniff butt. I grabbed a handful of his hair in my fist and pushed my butt out, letting him have it. The feeling down there, between my thighs, was growing overwhelming. I seemed to have lost my mind as I unbuttoned my jeans, unlocked the zipper and my other hand slipped under the panties, massaging my pubes. Shit! What if that nosy Mrs. Singh happened to see me now?! Her gaze wouldn't get past the screen of my plants to the lover kissing my ass while I masturbated on his face, but she could sure read the whole story off my face. I would have to murder her before the news got to my mom!
He pulled my shorts down. I was wearing only a t-shirt and panties now. Black panties. Opaque black, they looked like they were painted on. I brazenly rubbed my ass on his face. My hips were moving to a song in my head, in a wild, circular motion. His face was getting a battering and the hunger between my thighs just kept growing. It was time to feed.
Turning around, I moved my panties halfway down to my thighs and shoved his face into my cunt. His tongue was already in motion while his hands pulled my panties down futher to my knees, from where they dropped to my ankles. His mouth was already busy suckling, but I had something else in mind. I was going to show this decadent pig who was in charge! How dare he make me feel so .. out of control?? I gripped the back of his head by the hair and pushed it deep in my pussy for him to kiss and love. I let him savor intimacy with my pubes for a few moments and then yanked his head back violently. It was a nice feeling to hear him yelp in momentary pain of the whiplash. How dare he presume upon a woman's feelings?! He recovered in a moment and tried to burrow again into my cunt were it not for my grip which restrained him. That felt good, to know how much he wanted me - to please me, his Goddess.
"Drink up!" I barked, pussy hovering an inch away from his face. I relieved myself on his face. To my surprise, he drank up. "Drink it all," I murmured, pleasantly surprised by his utter obedience. I ordered him to clean me up - task which his skillful tongue beautifully accomplished.
I let him lick me with the skilled tongue to an orgasm. I came on his face, quickly the first time. Then I dragged him to bed, plopping his head comfortably on a massive pillow. And rode his face to another orgasm, cumming on his face. Then I turned around and let him worship my ass. His tongue over my anus felt delectable and I had another orgasm with the aid of my fingers. After that, I lost count.
Later that night, we were to go to a party. I had planned on wearing a little black dress - a sexy number that I had picked up on a whim at Commercial Street. I had planned on wearing a thong underneath to hide the panty-lines, but instead I wore nothing. Later that night, we fucked and it was the best fucking in a long time.
He remembers ..
Back in the balcony, I was kissing my way up her thighs, from the pits of both knees up, to the crease of her butt. She was leaning against the railing, elbows propped against the ledge. Halfway up her thigh, she crossed her legs across the front to rub her calves together and cast a momentary glance my way. In that moment, she looked impossibly beautiful! Sweaty, muddy - the way one gets from mucking up in the garden for a couple of hours on a balmy day. She was all the more sexy that way.
She was the most beautiful woman in the world that day. I felt I had been in a dream with a Goddess descended from heaven - a wild, forbidden dream. And I thanked her for making it real.
The apartment has a nice balcony where I like to hang out. Bangalore weather being pleasant, I got myself some potted plants to liven up my space - Marigold, Hibiscus, Pink Rose among others, some succulents that were a gift from Ooty and a Tulsi. Mum said Tulsi (Holy Basil) brought good luck. I kept it for health and beauty. A sprig of tulsi enlivened tea which I enjoyed cupfuls of every day.
That Saturday morning, I had been taking a short break from gardening, leaning over the balcony and sipping hot tea from a mug. I was wearing a very old white t-shirt and cut-off jeans. Short ones that I wouldn't dare wear outside the home - they barely reached down to cover my butt! But they were comfortable - in this heat, and just right for gardening. Freedom of movement, you know? Plus, I loved the warmth of the sun kissing my long legs. Mrs. Singh was walking her dog Rocky, a perky Cocker Spaniel. She noticed me in the balcony and waved my way with a warm smile. I waved back and smiled, thinking of what her reaction might be if she saw me in these little shorts. Thankfully, my plants screened my bare legs from her gaze behind the balcony railing. I leaned elbows on the ledge and rubbed my calves against each other absently as I was wont to. I was feeling good.
Suddenly, I felt hands clasp my waist and a nuzzle in my jean-clad rear. It was him - my lover. I had thought he must have been asleep in bed after last night's clubbing and dancing. His hands felt big and soft with a pleasant feel as he rubbed my sides. The face in my butt felt new, contrary to my upbringing and .. exhilerating. I knew I shouldn't have brought him home - he was constantly pushing me to explore my borders. And taking me to forbidden territory that was such fun. But it felt right. He felt right.
I closed my eyes - from shame? And yet, I shamefully pressed down on his face harder. His face must have suffered - those jeans were rough. And I have an ample butt. But I didn't relent. I pressed hard and wiggled.
He must have suffered but he was a gentleman. He didn't even murmur a protest and instead, began caressing my legs with those lovely hands of his. Yes, those hands. Those hands are what I liked most about him - Open, Friendly, Likeable. Just like his eyes. My man aimed to please. He seemed to delight in giving pleasure. Like a pet dog. It seemed just like a doggy-thing to do - to sniff butt. I grabbed a handful of his hair in my fist and pushed my butt out, letting him have it. The feeling down there, between my thighs, was growing overwhelming. I seemed to have lost my mind as I unbuttoned my jeans, unlocked the zipper and my other hand slipped under the panties, massaging my pubes. Shit! What if that nosy Mrs. Singh happened to see me now?! Her gaze wouldn't get past the screen of my plants to the lover kissing my ass while I masturbated on his face, but she could sure read the whole story off my face. I would have to murder her before the news got to my mom!
He pulled my shorts down. I was wearing only a t-shirt and panties now. Black panties. Opaque black, they looked like they were painted on. I brazenly rubbed my ass on his face. My hips were moving to a song in my head, in a wild, circular motion. His face was getting a battering and the hunger between my thighs just kept growing. It was time to feed.
Turning around, I moved my panties halfway down to my thighs and shoved his face into my cunt. His tongue was already in motion while his hands pulled my panties down futher to my knees, from where they dropped to my ankles. His mouth was already busy suckling, but I had something else in mind. I was going to show this decadent pig who was in charge! How dare he make me feel so .. out of control?? I gripped the back of his head by the hair and pushed it deep in my pussy for him to kiss and love. I let him savor intimacy with my pubes for a few moments and then yanked his head back violently. It was a nice feeling to hear him yelp in momentary pain of the whiplash. How dare he presume upon a woman's feelings?! He recovered in a moment and tried to burrow again into my cunt were it not for my grip which restrained him. That felt good, to know how much he wanted me - to please me, his Goddess.
"Drink up!" I barked, pussy hovering an inch away from his face. I relieved myself on his face. To my surprise, he drank up. "Drink it all," I murmured, pleasantly surprised by his utter obedience. I ordered him to clean me up - task which his skillful tongue beautifully accomplished.
I let him lick me with the skilled tongue to an orgasm. I came on his face, quickly the first time. Then I dragged him to bed, plopping his head comfortably on a massive pillow. And rode his face to another orgasm, cumming on his face. Then I turned around and let him worship my ass. His tongue over my anus felt delectable and I had another orgasm with the aid of my fingers. After that, I lost count.
Later that night, we were to go to a party. I had planned on wearing a little black dress - a sexy number that I had picked up on a whim at Commercial Street. I had planned on wearing a thong underneath to hide the panty-lines, but instead I wore nothing. Later that night, we fucked and it was the best fucking in a long time.
He remembers ..
Back in the balcony, I was kissing my way up her thighs, from the pits of both knees up, to the crease of her butt. She was leaning against the railing, elbows propped against the ledge. Halfway up her thigh, she crossed her legs across the front to rub her calves together and cast a momentary glance my way. In that moment, she looked impossibly beautiful! Sweaty, muddy - the way one gets from mucking up in the garden for a couple of hours on a balmy day. She was all the more sexy that way.
She was the most beautiful woman in the world that day. I felt I had been in a dream with a Goddess descended from heaven - a wild, forbidden dream. And I thanked her for making it real.