1 comments/ 9203 views/ 9 favorites First Annie, Then Vimla By: Mnhb After Anita had called me on my cell phone a few minutes past midnight to wish me a happy new year, I'd had a shower, changed into some old but clean and fresh clothes, and now waited for the doorbell to ring. She'd just finished a long 18-hour shift, probably taken a shower at the hotel itself, and I had no doubt she'd be on her way over as promised. It was now 12:30 a.m. There was a knock on my door less than five minutes later. When I opened it Annie's beauty, which I still couldn't get over after ten years, overwhelmed me as usual. She had changed her work uniform into a simple, soft black dress with a low cut V neck which I was sure would easily reveal a good portion of her breasts even with a gentle tug on the neckline. The dress was tight at the waist then draped loosely to flirt just above her knees. She looked absolutely amazing; I was astounded. I had expected us to sit at home, have a few drinks, listen to some late night jazz, and maybe make love... that sort of thing. But Anita was clearly dressed for an outing. She didn't even enter into a discussion with me on the subject, just grabbed my hand, told me I was dressed fine, and pulled me out of the door. We got a cab and made it to a very upscale hip club a few minutes before 1 o'clock in the morning; there was a short queue to enter but Anita knew the bouncer at the gate. Of course, she also knew the owner. We made our way into the club and I was surprised by the number of people jammed inside. I pushed my way towards the bar, holding Annie's hand all the time so that she didn't get swallowed up by the crowd, and grabbed a couple of shots before heading towards the dance floor. The music was electric and everyone was moving in rhythm. It was body against body and everyone seemed to be glued together. I started moving around the edge of the floor with Anita in tow, found a gap, pulled her in front of me and held her by the waist. Against Annie's torso-hugging chic black dress, I was in an equally black t-shirt faded by a couple of shades over the last two years; my jeans were also faded but clean and not too old. I held on to Anita tightly, not entirely because I was lusting for her body but also because of the unyielding press of bodies on the dance floor. We swayed in tandem to the music, finding our own rhythm in the deep bass of the sub-woofers. The tightness of her dress was like a second skin over her fantastic breasts, the perfect contours leaving nothing to the imagination. The form of her arse was a lot clearer than her uniform sari ever allowed me to see at the hotel, which is also where my office is located. And that form, that tight rounded shape of her buttocks now swished and sashayed over my crotch. It didn't take any time for the hardness to become apparent and I was sure she would have noticed it, felt it, by now. Annie turned her head and looked up at me, smiled, and kept rocking in sync with me on the crowded floor. We kept dancing, my hand still around her waist and as we moved with the music. I pulled her closer to me and danced against her body, my hips moving with the music against her delectable body. After a while, my hand began to wander and I felt my thumb graze against her breast before moving back down to rest on her hip. She pushed back towards me and I thought she was keen to know whether I was getting sexually turned on. I responded immediately by pulling Annie's hips into my body so she could feel that I was hard. Annie looked up towards my face again and smiled, then started moving against me with the music, rubbing her arse and hips against my denim-enclosed erection. Already the adrenaline was flowing through my body; I was as charged as I'd always been in the presence of this lady, my sobriety of earlier in the evening now long gone. She teased me like that for what seemed like an eternity; and when the music changed I pulled her back and grabbed her arm tightly, turning her around so that she faced me. We continued to dance, my arm gripping her so tight I thought she was beginning to hurt. But I couldn't help myself anymore; it seemed like a raging fire was burning inside me as I held this embodiment of feminine perfection crushed against my body. Annie tried pulling away again from me and I suddenly realised that I was in fact hurting her; I released the vice like grip on her arm and waist and moved it hand around her back instead, but still pulling her close to me. I was overcome with a sense of apology and leaned down to kiss Anita's neck, nibbling her ear and letting the tip of my tongue dart inside. She shivered and pressed herself harder against my body, her belly warm against my erection. I knew we were alright even though I had got a little carried away and rough; in fact now I wondered if perhaps there was some wetness between her thighs. Was she lusting for my body the way I was for hers? The music continued to play and I moved my left hand down her spine to sit on her lower back for a while, then let it slide further till I held her buttocks. I slipped my right hand along her hip and down along the outside of her thigh; then lifting the hem of her dress I slid it between her legs, rubbing against her underwear with my palm. Annie responded to this touch, her pelvis thrusting forward against my palm, almost urging my fingers to explore further. She pressed her face against my chest and I felt her warm breath released in a sigh; I leaned towards her at the same time and buried my face in her neck, gently biting her as I pulled her underwear to one side and ran my fingers along the outside of her now very wet pussy. We were both vaguely aware of the crowd around us, I'm sure but the forces at play were too strong now to control. She moaned gently as I continued to kiss her neck and throat. In the crush of the dance floor, someone pushed Anita from behind, thrusting her even closer to me as I held her, shoving my fingers between the lips of her pussy and rubbing her clitoris. I felt Annie propel herself towards me, no more worried that everyone could see us, and my fingers inserted themselves all the way into her wet opening. Without a word exchanged, we knew we had to get away and take our dance to another level; the power and force of our limited physical connection was compelling us beyond our own control. Annie suddenly released herself from my hold and pushed her way through the crowd, heading towards the bathroom without looking back. I followed her as she made it to the ladies toilets but saw the queue outside the door. She then turned the corner that led to the club's inner offices and saw another small toilet marked 'For Staff Only' down the hall and headed for it quickly. She pushed the door open and let out a sigh of relief as she turned to look for me. I pushed the door shut behind me, sliding the lock and rushed to her. Holding her with my arms wrapped around her I pressed his mouth hard against hers, pushing my tongue deep into her mouth. Anita kissed back, our tongues intertwining as I lowered my arms to her waist and pushed her towards the wall of the bathroom. Reaching hurriedly under her dress, I pulled Annie's underwear down and let them fall to the floor. She moved her legs apart as my hands felt the smoothness of her inner thighs and I pushed my fingers into her wet cunt. She leaned her head back on the wall as I kissed my way down her neck, moving the V-shaped neckline of her dress aside so I could peel back her bra and gently bite one of her nipples. I felt Anita's body go momentarily limp as I rapidly thrust my fingers in and out of her pussy. I could feel hear heartbeat as her breasts crushed against my chest. I moved my mouth from one breast to the other, licking and sucking on her nipples. As I lashed her long stiff nipples with my tongue, my hand feverishly pumped in and out of her vagina, twisting the outer lips, pressing against her clitoris with every insertion. The fire was now raging inside of me; in one quick movement I turned Annie around, pushing her face towards the wall, holding her roughly by her hair. I hastily undid the zipper on my jeans and grabbed her arm. Then removing my belt I pulled her hands behind her back, tying them at the wrists with the leather strap, still holding her against the wall with the weight of my body. As I wrapped one arm around her breasts I could feel her heart beating so fast I felt as though she could explode. My pants were now on the floor as I moved close behind her, pulling her hips away from the wall. Moving my legs apart and slipping a hand between her legs again, rubbing her clit and slipping my fingers into her from behind, I felt her moving her hips back and forth against my hand. The deep bass sound from the dance floor still vibrated in the dimly lit atmosphere around us. I removed my hand from Anita's pussy and pulling up the hem of her skirt to her waist, I ran my palms all over her buttocks, feeling the tautness of the smooth skin. I ran a finger along the crack, drawing a line from the base of her spine along the crevice all the way down to her puckered anus, slipping the tip of my thumb inside as I grabbed her arse again. I let my hard thick phallus rest in the groove between her arse cheeks, gliding its length along the gully. Then with a firm grip on her haunches I held tight while guiding my thick raging manhood towards her dripping core, rubbing it in the juices of her pussy before slowly sliding just the head inside her. Her wrists were still tied behind her with my belt but they could reach down to touch my cock, which she did, raking the bulging veins with her fingernails. Annie tried unsuccessfully to grip the massive rod, managing only to push herself further against my body. She seemed to be getting somewhat impatient, probably desperate, as she thrust herself backwards in an attempt to impale my cock. Turning her head, she looked back at me with lust and longing in her eyes, "Fuck me hard, Hjjer; Now!" she said, clawing her fingers against the length of my hard-on. I paused for a moment letting Anita's desire flare up some more, letting my own anticipation build because I knew that I would expel my semen into her without too much delay once I fully entered her. She grew impatient and pushed back towards me, my cock sliding a little further into her pussy. I undid the knot binding her wrists, freeing her hands; she reached back with one, grabbing hold of my engorged penis, and with the other she reached between her legs, reaching for her clitoris. I still held back, pushing myself only a little further inside her before pulling back out again slowly, the head of my cock just inside her pussy lips. Pushing away from her now, I turned Annie around so she faced me; her hands reached for my face and she drew my head down to hers, our mouths desperately linking together as our tongues pushed against one another's. She kissed me hard as I pushed against her, pinning her back to the wall. I wrapped one hand around her left thigh, lifting her leg as I shoved my enlarged penis into her, ramming her hard as I went all the way into her cunt. I heard her gasp as my testicles slammed against the fleshy softness below her vagina, my thick pubic hair mingled with her own trimmed bush as I sheathed the full length of my rod in her. With my other hand, I kneaded her exposed breasts, fingers plucking at the protuberance of her stiff nipples. Pinned against the wall I felt Annie start to shudder against me as my hips pounded against her violently, my thick manhood pushing into her again and again. Her vaginal muscles clamped tightly around the girth of my cock and Anita's body shook violently in both ecstasy and maybe pain. My grip on her hips tightened further as I pushed deep inside her, pulling her hips towards myself as I exploded inside her. I felt the thick hot spurts ejaculating into her deep warm wet crevice, our juices mingling to form a fiery mixture. The first eruption was followed by another, possibly more forceful, and then spasmodic jerks ran through my entire body as I emptied my reservoir of white hot cum into her. Breathless I pressed my chest against her breasts as I lowered her leg to the ground, finding her mouth again for a long lingering kiss. I was so overcome with the powerful climax, I didn't know whether Annie had reached an orgasm but I suspected she had since her body was almost limp against mine. As I pulled out of her, I straightened out her dress, bent down to find her panties and helped he step into them, pulling them up past her thighs and on to her hips. I tucked my wet cock into my underwear, zipped up and waited till Anita had washed herself. We then stepped out of the staff toilet and headed back to the dance floor, exhausted. This had turned out to be one of my happiest New Year celebrations in a long time; my sadness and the melancholy gloom that had overtaken me earlier in the night had since dissipated. Annie and I danced and ate and drank till almost 4 o'clock in the morning before we headed back; I dropped her home in the cab, and then went home for a long restful sleep. After eight hours of a completely dreamless and undisturbed sleep, I awoke with the sun shining through a crack in the drapes; my mood was still upbeat as memories of the previous night filtered back into my brain. I got out of bed still feeling somewhat fatigued, but got ready and went out to a nearby cafeteria for some food and nourishment. At around 3:00 p.m. I returned home with the intention of lazing around, reading a book maybe, or watching a film on TV if there was anything worthwhile. When I got into the elevator, I saw Mrs. Vimla Kapoor inside; she'd ridden up from the parking lot in the basement. The moment the doors slid shut, she hugged me tight against her body and planted a really wet kiss on my cheek. She then leaned back and stared at me saying "Where have you been Hjjer? I haven't seen you for ages. You must come and have dinner with me one of these days. And yes, Happy New Year." She gushed all those words out, clearly excited at seeing me. I said hello to her and promised that we'd meet up soon. I was relieved when the lift reached her floor and she wafted out in her ever graceful manner, leaving me the memory of her lovely smile and intoxicating perfume. Vimla is the lady that helped me find this apartment that I now live in. Some five years ago when the company decided that I should have a permanent residence in Delhi instead of living in a hotel all the time, she was a regular visitor to the spa in my hotel. Annie knew her and had introduced me to her, informing me that she dabbled in real estate deals and ran other businesses in the city. The way it turned out, the penthouse in her apartment building was vacant and Vimla invited me over, saying she'd arrange for the viewing whenever I came over. It was a couple of weeks later that I found time to go and take a look at the apartment so I called Mrs. Kapoor and asked if I could come over in the evening. She said she'd arrange for the keys and that she'd be able to show me the flat personally. I thanked her and promised to be there not later than 7:30 in the evening. After work I decided to walk to the apartment building, thinking it would be give me a chance to determine how long the stroll would take in case I ever did have to walk to work. After I set out from my office in the hotel, I realised the folly of my venture; I had walked about half way to the apartment in five or six minutes when there was the pre-monsoon skies opened up with sudden downpour. Too late to turn around and go back to the hotel, I decided to brave it and continue to walk. By the time I reached the building I was completely soaked, looking like I'd just stepped out of a swimming pool with all my clothes on. I took the elevator up to Mrs. Kapoor's residence and rang her doorbell; even though the door was open a crack. Mrs. Kapoor is about 10 years older than I am, plump but nevertheless with a large hourglass figure. She has a pretty face and a long neck. She has short hair, and keeps it that way because she believes it's easier to maintain. Her breasts are large, conical and full and her tight blouses show them off well. Her arse is huge but shapely and her buttocks sway, undulate and swing when she walks. Her thighs and hips are in proportion to the rest of her body. She is an absolutely delectable sight to behold, even with her clothes on. At the age of 45 she dressed conservatively but could do little to hide her well proportioned and packed body. I kept standing at the door waiting for her to open it but instead heard her calling out for me to come in. Since I was completely soaked and my clothes and hair were still dripping water, I didn't want to step into her flat so I just stood rooted to her doormat. I pushed the door open slightly with the idea of beckoning her but instead saw her come out of the bathroom wearing only her blouse and petticoat. I stood there mesmerised, unable to open my mouth or raise my hand to knock. It took me a few seconds to realise that she too was wet, probably having got caught in the rain like me; she'd most likely arrived only a few minutes before I had. Her clothes were plastered to her skin as if they had been sprayed on. Every curve of her large, voluptuous body was visible. The most prominent feature was her large bottom. It swayed and wiggled and each fleshy cheek rose up and came down while she moved about in the bathroom. I suddenly felt my penis coming to life, stirring against the rain drenched trousers; the need to place my cock between those lovely large buttocks was suddenly overpowering. In my mind I was already stripping her of her petticoat and blouse, my imagination running miles ahead of this drenched reality. Standing in front of the wash basin, she suddenly looked up at the mirror and saw me standing in the doorway, looking at her body. She turned around with one swift move and started walking up to me, her eyes briefly moving down to look at my crotch where the wet clothes had outlined my penis. She grabbed my hand pulling me into the flat; then carefully shut and locked the door and looked at me quizzically, saying "You're going to catch a cold if you don't remove these wet clothes immediately. I just came in from the rain myself." I nodded my head stupidly and said "Yes Mrs. Kapoor". "Call me Vimla please" she responded "and get out of those clothes." I just watched her standing there in her blouse and petticoat. "Take off your clothes. What are you waiting for?" she commanded. I had been busy looking at her boobs, barely held back by her blouse and bra. I smiled my embarrassment. Seeing my hesitation, she came up to me and started unbuttoning my shirt. She pulled out the part tucked into my trousers and undid the last two buttons at the bottom, her hand brushing my penis which was fast reacting to the possibilities in this unfolding situation. Her breasts were inches from my chest and I could see the gorgeous upper slopes forming a deep cleavage. She had me out of my shirt and undershirt in moments and while removing them, she grazed my nipples with the back of her hands. They were already stiff because of the cold but a sudden electric jolt ran down my body and centred on the growing solidity of my phallus. Vimla asked me if I had an Indian girlfriend, had I ever made love to an Indian woman, did I want to, did I like my women with pubic hair or shaven? I remained mute during this erotic interrogation. By this time, she had removed my belt and was unzipping my trousers. She bent down and holding the trousers pulled them to my ankles, then looked up as I stepped out of them. I stood frozen and embarrassed by the huge erection that my briefs could barely contain. She pushed all my clothes aside and then started pulling my briefs down. Instinctively I put my hands on hers, restraining her. "What's wrong? Why are you stopping me?" she asked. I looked flabbergasted at her, not knowing how to articulate my obvious predicament here. First Annie, Then Vimla I was confused. Was she being so blasé because of an extremely liberal attitude that even I as a foreigner was not used to? Or was she coming on to me in a not so subtle manner? Was she nuts? The fact that I was getting sexually turned on by this behaviour was apparent from the swelling in my crotch; a fire had been lit and the heat was getting overpowering. As she stood up, I could feel the heat emanate from her body through the damp fabric of her blouse and petticoat. The contours of her breasts rubbed past my thighs as she rose, and then settled against my stomach and chest. Her groin was almost against my testicles as I stared down at her face in astonishment. She closed her eyes and asked me to take off whichever of her clothes that I wanted to and look at whatever I wanted to see! I feared once again that this was a crazy woman with deep psychological issues but felt unable to resist; I started clumsily unbuttoning her blouse, revealing her large voluptuous breasts encased in a sheer bra, the nipples indenting the cups. Vimla opened her eyes, looked at me, and asked me gently why I had stopped. I put my arms around her back and groped for the fastening of her bra. Being the large woman that she was, in so doing, our chests touched and she let out a sigh. She hugged me to her ample bosom and ground her boobs into my chest. After a small struggle, I managed to unhook her bra and coming out of the hug, I slid the straps off her shoulders. The sight was one of the most intoxicating I had seen after coming to India; large wholesome conical shaped breasts the size of cantaloupes with dark, two-inch wide areolas and large nipples that must have protruded half an inch from the dark centre of her breasts. Her perfect mammary released from their stifling confinement, the nipples erect and puckered from the cold wetness. Vimla covered her breasts with her palms modestly and I felt the irony when she asked me not to stare at them so blatantly. I told her that wasn't fair since I was standing in front of her equally naked. She smilingly said, "The main part is still covered" and while I wondered at her misplaced modesty in not using a more vulgar term, I was still embarrassed by this reference to my penis. Remembering that she had invited me to undress her, I reached for the drawstring of her petticoat and yanked it loose, trying to slide the garment down past her massive buttocks and thighs. But I was unable to do so and while I struggled to push it down her fleshy shank she giggled and tugged my hands away. Pulling the long skirt up into gathers, slowly revealing her calves, knees, thighs and belly, she raised it over her head. As Vimla was removing the garment, her face was covered and her boobs had swung free. I was unable to resist reaching for her breasts and rolling the nipples between my fingertips. She gave a little yelp as she pulled off the petticoat and flung it on to the pile of my wet clothes on the floor. She stood before me, naked but for a pair of black silk and lace panties, the image burned in my brain for all time to come. She then asked me if she could remove my underwear but I insisted on removing her panties first. I knelt in front of her, looking at the swollen mound enveloped in black silk, the slit of her vagina starkly apparent through the flimsy covering. As I hooked my fingers into the waistband and started lowering her undergarment, I stared first at her navel and then the pelvis and finally her unusually prominent mons, clean shaven. I was enthralled by the vision, the puffy flesh of her mound and the smooth but firm pillars of her thighs like guardians of the chalice of nectar. As I pulled the panties down to her ankles, I expected her to step out of them but instead was faced with a sudden burst of modesty once again; Vimla decided that it was her turn to act coy and turning to face away from me, she raised her panties once again, giving me a momentary glimpse of her very large bottom before covering it up. I was dumbfounded, not knowing what to make of this behaviour as I stood upright and faced her back. My manhood was inflamed and rearing to escape its confines; it pressed hard against her silken arse as I reached for Vimla and held her by her waist. In her heavily accented English, she complained "You are looking at everything before showing me anything." I did not know what to say or do so I stood close behind her and hugged her, my painfully erect penis encountering her spherical panty covered bottom. "I will show you everything you want to see, Vimla. I promise," I said as comfortingly as I could. I raised my hands to her boobs and pressed them into her chest while simultaneously pushing the bulge of my cock into the crack of her ass, where it wedged itself comfortably. She did not protest but pushed back, teasing the rampant hard-on incessantly. Feeling somewhat encouraged I once again knelt, this time behind her, and dragged her panties down quickly. I even took hold of one of her ankles with the idea of encouraging her to lift a leg but she stepped out of her underwear voluntarily, raising her legs one after the other and providing me with exciting glimpses of her outsized labia. Too soon though, she lowered her leg and I found myself looking at her large butt again. I was about to push my face into her buttocks, wanting to part the cheeks and let my tongue lash her undersides but she turned around very quickly and told me that it was my turn now. Hurriedly, I pushed down my Calvin Klein briefs and let my thick and long penis swing naked and pendulum-like in front of her. "You are so large" was her immediate comment. Actually my erect penis is close to the average size, being a little longer than seven inches, but it is very thick. My cock, when fully engorged, has a girth that maybe a bit more than two inches, and has often been uncomfortable for my lady friends till they get fully lubricated and loosened. "Does it often become like this?" Vimla asked. I wasn't sure how to respond so I joked and told her that of late, my penis was frequently and painfully swollen. "Since you do not have a girlfriend in India, what do you do about it, then?" she inquired in a strangely innocent manner. I said that I did not know what to do with it. "I can help you remove the swelling and the pain but you will have to promise to never tell anyone that we ever did this. Otherwise, we will both lose our reputations," she said. I wasn't sure whether she was joking or not; once again I wondered if she was perhaps slightly mentally imbalanced. But I asked her to help me and she started to lead me into the bedroom. I followed as Vimla's large and naked bottom swayed tantalizingly before me. As we passed by the bathroom, she asked me to pee. Once again Vimla had caught me totally off guard with one of her comments as she led me in and holding my erect cock asked me to go right ahead. Clearly I couldn't urinate at will with such a massive erection but after much effort, a small stream jetted out and splashed on the wall behind the WC. My penis lost some of its stiffness but the pale yellow stream slowly gathered strength and I started peeing forcefully. She was watching all this with great interest and very lightly varying the pressure on my penis, causing the stream to reduce and spurt. Some of the drops fell on her fingers but she didn't seem to mind. After I was done she took a firm grip of my manhood and shook it vigorously; that not only ensured that the last drops of urine fell but also that my cock was once again fully engorged. As soon as I finished, she pulled me away squatted on the commode, facing me. She looked at me, transparent lust in her eyes and I realized that she wanted me to see her doing this! Her legs and knees were wide apart and her great cunt was in full view. With her fingers, she parted those thick lips and I could now see the pink interior of her cunt past the dark brown labia, unhindered by pubic hair. A forceful stream flowed out as she pulled back her clitoral hood and raised her hips, arcing into the air and falling a good three feet away. She placed a finger inside her large lips, and started rubbing even as urine flowed, making a yellow pool between us. She moaned loudly. My penis, already fully erect, jerked in spasms as she raised a hand to hold it tightly, frigging it as she peed and rubbed herself, all the while looking into my eyes. Her moaning had reached a crescendo and the acrid smell of urine was in the air. Vimla must have had a full bladder because her pee stream continued unabated for more than a minute. This entire sex play from the time I saw her in petticoat and blouse from the doorway, our striptease of each other, my discovery of her voluptuous body, her holding my cock while I urinated, her vulgar display as she urinated and rubbed herself, the moaning, the odour and all of it were just too much for me to handle. I felt my vision blur and my muscles go weak as I felt a churning deep in my groin. I started moaning loudly and before I could stop myself, I ejaculated thick gobs of hot spunk all over her squatting body. The copious ejaculate landed in thick ropes on her hair, across her face and breasts, lashing her stomach and arms. As she watched the jets of semen fly, she rubbed herself harder and then her moans suddenly stopped. A look, almost of satisfaction, crossed her eyes and as her stream of pee reduced to a trickle and stopped, she let go of my cock, scooped up my cum from various parts of her body and licked it off her fingers, never once breaking her eye contact with me. She reached out for a towel hanging on the bathroom wall and wiped us both clean, drying our bodies from head to toe after which she held my hand and walked me to her bedroom. Suddenly I sneezed, a brief shiver rippling through my body. Vimla looked at me with concern in her eyes. As I watched her wholesome body stark naked before my eyes, a deep sense of comfort enveloped me and I lay down on the bed while she pulled a soft blanket over my naked body. Bending down, she brought her lips to mine as I felt the weight of her breasts rest on the blanket over my chest. Her lips were full and moist; I opened my mouth to hers, probing with my tongue as she pressed harder against my lips. Vimla drew aside the blanket with which she had covered me, got into bed and lay next to me, once again drawing the cover over us. We hugged each other, rubbing our skins together, her nipples grazing my chest, my knee touching her swollen mons and getting coated with the wet slick of her cunt juices. Our hands were all over each other's backs and our gentle caresses soon turned into a more passionate gripping of each other's flesh in our fists. I reached for her arse, pressing and shaping the heavy buttocks with steel like fingers, probably leaving red welts across the soft flesh. I held each of her buttocks in a firm grips, parting them and trying to steal a finger around and briefly into her anus. She kissed my nipples, then licked and sucked them. She took my penis into her palm and started stroking it while her mouth alternated between my nipples and my lips. All these mutual explorations and ministrations soon had me wholly erect again and my penis was like a rigid pole against her stomach and lower abdomen. When I opened my eyes, I saw Vimla staring at me; there was lust but there was also affection. I felt a deep stirring in me; my heart seemed to beating faster as she caressed my penis, letting her fingers entangle in my pubic hair, drawing a gentle trace from the base of my testicles all the way up to the hair on my chest. Her thighs rubbed against mine and I realised how sensitive my skin suddenly felt with this sensual contact of our skins. She smelled good to me and I was lost in the moment, oblivious to the world. In those moments, we belonged to each other. She placed one hand on my head and drew it down to her bosom. With her other hand she lifted her massive left breast and gripping it in her fist, she offered the nipple to me, pushing my head down. "Suck", she exclaimed. I took the proffered nipple into my mouth and started sucking avidly. I coated it with my saliva and started pulling at it with my mouth, periodically lashing at it with my tongue. I looked up and saw her staring at me with glassy eyes. Her eyes were clouded with a longing ache as she pressed her breast into my mouth and pleaded with a moan, "Eat it. Bite it lightly". I did. After a while Vimla pulled that breast away and moved my head to the other one, scissoring the large, erect nipple between her fingers and spearing it aggressively into my mouth. She then took my hand and placed it on the other orb, the one that my mouth had vacated, and pressed my palm to it with her own. I sucked and pressed those large breasts one after the other for what seemed like almost 20 minutes. Her nipples lengthened and darkened and became engorged. She cried out a couple of times and I thought perhaps that she was experiencing multiple small orgasms. Sometime during this passionate bout of suckling, Vimla once again took my very erect penis into one hand and started fondling it slowly. Then taking my hand into her other one, she guided it to her abdominal area where I started moving my fingers around in widening circles till I encountered her very prominent mound. Her hand covered mine and she helped my fingers part her thick vaginal outer lips. They were wet with her juices. She took one of my fingers and used it to stroke in an up and down movement her vaginal furrow; she used my fingertip to stimulate her protruding clit, and then sink its entire length into her hole. I continued my oral ministrations on her nipples while fingering her pussy for a few more minutes and felt her grip on my cock tightening as she cried out a few times. More small orgasms racked her body. "I cannot take all this play any longer. I need you in me. Fuck me. Fuck your Vimla" she commanded me as she moved her big, soft thighs apart and pulled me on top of her. As I lay on top, the hand gripping my cock guided it into her gully and she said, "Push it in. Fill my cunt." I was long past caring about her language or trying to interpret her attitude; with several thrusts of my hips I started entering her incredibly hot and wet body. Her vaginal lips parted easily and my thick cock met with only the tiniest resistance as I started entering her inch after inch. I was pushing against her and she responded with well timed thrusts of her own till I had entered her completely, my balls now against her inner thighs just below her anus. She groaned and locked her meaty thighs around me, beginning to draw me hard against her body by the grip of her thighs around my waist. I shoved my thick rod as hard against her as I could; beginning a gradual motion in and out and soon enough we were moving together in unison. Her large body heaved upwards in powerful thrusts and I repeatedly pulled my cock out all the way before sheathing it with jackhammer like power into her. Vimla's body began to heave, her massive breasts still large and round and firm stood out proudly from her chest, her hips rose and fell almost carrying my weight with every upward movement. Her groans were louder, her breathing heavier as she continued to writhe and buck under me; her hands firm on my back, fingernails digging into my skin. The tempo of our rutting was taking on a feverish pace as I slammed into her body, driving her hard into the bed, my swollen manhood pulverising her like a steam powered piston. Her groans were turning into screams as her body thrash about; her hands slipped down from my back to my arse where she gripped my buttocks with incredible force, drawing me into her. I felt my own eruption commence deep down in the bowels of my crotch as I continued to pound Vimla's dribbling wet pussy, pushing my hands under her backside, gripping the soft mounds of flesh. I felt the warm juices flow out of her cunt as they ran in little streams past her puckered arsehole and formed a large damp patch on the bed sheet underneath. I increased the pace of my pummelling, holding her arse still tighter. My finger found her anal orifice and slipped in easily because of the lubrication from her vaginal fluids. It slipped in deep as our bodies tussled with one another; I began to slip in a second finger into her arsehole and immediately felt Vimla buck like a bronco in heat, her hips raised almost a foot off the bed as my second finger slipped into her anus. She screamed as her climax overpowered all her senses, her juices flowing like a river in spate. My own orgasm was triggered by hers and her loud cries, her lunging upwards and her locked thighs around me; like a volcano that had remained dormant for too long, the jets of white molten fire shot out of my penis in repetitive bursts as the large volumes of semen hit against her vaginal walls all the way back into Vimla's uterus. Clearly my last ejaculation not more than an hour ago had only been a mild precursor to this event. My body spasmed with each convulsive release of cum into her receptacle, diminishing gradually as I emptied myself into her. I lay exhausted on top of Vimla's ample body as she cushioned my head between her breasts, her fingers playing with the curls on my head. I kissed her tenderly on her lips, her chin, her neck, her ears, her eyes, and the deep cleavage between her tits. She then pushed me off her gently, got up from the bed and walked to another room while I lay with my eyes shut, completely worn out. The rain was still coming down very heavy outside and I dozed off to sleep without intending to. When I awoke, there was darkness beyond the window but I could hear the vicious roar of a monsoon storm raging outside. The top branches of trees that surrounded the building cast eerie shadows on the walls of the room where I lay, the dim luminescence from a streetlight filtering in. I wasn't sure how long I'd been asleep or what time it was but I woke up famished. Not knowing what I should do - call a cab perhaps so I could go back to the hotel or summon my driver, who had probably left the office not having heard from me - I lay quietly under the blanket and realised that I was completely naked. I remembered that my wet clothes lay somewhere in a pile on the floor but was uncertain as to where or even if they were dry enough to put on. While I remained in quiet contemplation for the next few minutes, I suddenly heard a shuffling in the next room; then the click of a light switch that seemed to have lit a lamp somewhere, the soft glow easy on the eyes. I sat up and dragged my feet off the bed and on to the ground. And then I saw Vimla walking in through the door into the room. She was dressed in a dark blue sari with a matching blouse, her feet were bare, and in her hands she held my trousers and shirt. "You put this on now, Hjjer. Then we can sit down in my drawing room?" This time her intonation was more query than command. I stood up, strangely inhibited at my nakedness, and reached for the trousers which I pulled on hurriedly without bothering to ask about my underwear. They were dry but crumpled, as was the shirt which I took from Vimla's hand. "I put them in the drier but couldn't iron them for you". A sudden gush of affection for Mrs. Kapoor overtook me and I walked up to her and hugged her close to me, kissing her cheek and the side of her neck. "You look very beautiful, Vimla" I murmured into her ear and immediately felt the heat of a hot flush that rose on her face. We smiled at each other as she took my hand and walked me, also barefoot, into the next room, the living room. There was a small timepiece on the mantle shelf that told me the time was 11:30 at night; I figured I'd slept for an hour or 90 minutes after Vimla had left the bed. She had opened her bar and asked me what I'd like to drink. "What about you, what're you going to have?" I asked. She said she was going to have a rum and coke and I told her that was one of my favourite drinks after I discovered Old Monk in India. She smiled and said she was going to have Jamaican dark rum but she could just as easily serve up Indian rum. I walked to the bar counter, held Vimla by the waist, kissed her on the mouth, and walked her to the settee by the window and seating her there. "Let me handle the drinks, love", I told her. She smiled a most amazingly beautiful smile. First Annie, Then Vimla I poured out a very healthy measure of Jamaican dark, an equally strong Old Monk, threw in some ice cubes from the freezer, popped open a can of Coke and split it between the two tumblers, and brought them to the settee. I gave Vimla her drink and then walked over to her music system. "Just play the CD which is already in the player", Vimla said, so I powered the system on and hit 'Play'. Deep midnight bass and a rhythm guitar sounded the background to a folksy blues number I'd never heard before. When I look you in the eyes And your body's wantin' mine You come into your own And I know where you're goin' Deep inside, deep within That's where you're goin' The music had a cavernous echo with the fine foreground of a six string guitar and an erotic sounding tenor voice. The volume was turned low and I left it like that; it was still audible above the sounds of the intense downpour outside. I walked across the floor to the settee and sat down on the deep comfortable cushioned chair next to Vimla. She had laid out some finger foods which I spent the next five minutes gorging on. "Are you feeling well rested, Hjjer?" she asked. I nodded, taking a sip of my drink. "Good," Vimla said, "why don't we go and take a look at the penthouse apartment now? I have the keys." It was almost midnight and I wasn't going anywhere in the pouring rain, so we picked up our drinks and headed out of Mrs. Kapoor's apartment and rode the elevator to the top floor. From the moment she opened the door and switched on the lights, I knew I was going to take it. We stepped in to a large central room with a wall of glass directly opposite; an access door to an equally large terrace beyond the glass frontage. On the right hand end of the floor was a room, a washroom, and a kitchen. Along the side and towards the other end were two en suite bedrooms. A third and considerably larger bedroom at another corner shared a glass boundary with the terrace, also with an access door. We didn't step out on to the terrace because of the rain but a light had been switched on outside so I could see its wonderful size and substantial amounts of foliage swaying in large planters and pots. "The landlord is willing to furnish the whole house if you like, but he needs one week to do that", I heard Vimla say. "The kitchen is already fully furnished and all rooms have air conditioners", she continued. "I'll take it, Vimla" I said, "It's perfect for me." We agreed that the landlord would either call my administrative office or visit us at the hotel sometime the next day and finalise the rent and other details. She thought I'd be able to move in by the 1st of the following month, which was ten days away. I was feeling upbeat, happy at the decision, and looked forward to shifting after all these years from a hotel suite to a regular home. Of course, I would need help with finding some domestic help to maintain the place but I was sure Mrs. Kapoor or my driver Bahadur or Annie would find me someone trustworthy and efficient. We returned to Vimla's apartment, made ourselves another drink each, and toasted as new neighbours. The stereo with its seven speakers filled the air with its bass and thrum: You ride me like a wave As midnight sings her songs Drawing us into the lonely darkness Of a deep and forlorn cave Hoping we can fly To a bright and shiny sky We sat together and talked, we ate, we drank some more, sometimes we sat in a comfortable silence, thinking of our evening passion, touching each other with a familiarity that was missing earlier. I found it difficult, although I mostly succeeded, to keep my eyes averted from the deep cleavage between her breasts visible through the fabric of her pallu. And every time Vimla spoke animatedly, which was often, she would place her hand on my thighs or hold my hand or touch my upper arm. These physical expressions coupled with a strong memory of our love making a few hours earlier were having a subtle but definitive effect on my mind and body. By what must have been past 1 o'clock in the morning both of us were heavy lidded and agreed to call it a day. I helped clear the glasses and crockery to the kitchen and then went to shower before bed. Vimla gave me a round neck t-shirt and a pair of boxers to wear for the night. They looked new so I didn't ask what she was doing with them. After a comforting hot shower I went to the room where we'd had sex earlier and noticed that Vimla had changed the linen and now there were clean crisp bed sheets and pillow covers, along with a light blanket on the bed. I wasn't sure if she was planning to lie down in the same bed; it was certainly large enough but I didn't ask. I lay back against a set of pillows, leaving a bed side lamp on while Vimla went back to the washroom to get ready for the night. In a strange set of reflective surfaces I could see her reflection in the bathroom mirror, which in turn was reflected by a dresser mirror in the bedroom I was in. Maybe it was coincidence, maybe it was by design. I watched with half open eyes and a fast erecting penis as she removed her blouse and I could see the perfect shape of those large boobs encased in her white satin brassiere. Her cleavage and the rounded slopes of the top of her bosom were clearly visible. She unhooked her bra and removed it. I held my breath as my penis continued to grow, mesmerised once again at the sight of her undressing. Her nipples were dark and large, the aureoles darker still and very large. But even as I was taking in this sight, Vimla dropped the bra into a clothes bin and put her blouse on again, buttoning up only two of the six buttons in front. Next, she bent down and gripped the hem of her saree and petticoat, raising them to her waist and above her breasts as she straightened up. Tucking the hem between her chin and her chest, she held the saree while deftly hooking her fingers into the waistband of her panties and pushed them down her broad hips, letting them fall to her ankles. For a brief moment, I spied the bulbous swelling of her clean shaven mons pubis and then the clothes covered those plump thighs and the treasure in between as she dropped them from her hold. Vimla then came into the room I was in, kissed me softly on the lips, mumbled a silent good night, and lay down next to me. I was surprised that she would lie in the same bed and have no thoughts of making love. Some of my hard-on dissipated as I wondered for the nth time what this lady was all about. I turned to look at her and saw that her eyes were shut, a beatific smile touching the corners of her mouth. The pallu of her saree had rolled off the wonderfully rounded orbs of her bosom, leaving her breasts clothed only in the sheer fabric of her blouse, inches away from my eyes. I moved my head towards her carefully and feasted my eyes on this lovely sight. No saree, no bra, just a thin, half-unbuttoned blouse covering a pair glorious tits. I touched my penis, once again solid and heavy, and stroked it slowly for a few moments. Even as I was looking on, she turned on her side as a result of which her saree and petticoat rose up her legs to reveal her knees; her eyes were closed. I wasn't sure if she was asleep or perhaps in that phantom zone between wakefulness and sleep. I could clearly see the dimples on her knees and a little bit of her plump thighs. After some more minutes during which I continued to gaze at her placid and restful face, the mounds of her breasts, identifying the protrusions of her nipples through the sheer blouse, she moved again in her sleep. Now her right leg covered my left hand, touching both my legs and my erection. Unable to resist, I raised my right hand and placed it on her naked thigh, feeling the soft and smooth skin. The tent in my boxers prod against her nakedness. As I stared at this wondrous creature lying beside me, I felt the euphoria of seeing her for the first time; my hard-on was thick and massive, like a steed rearing to charge. One of my hands was inches away from the smooth hairless lips of her pussy while the other was almost touching her huge breasts. I placed a palm on her shoulder, my finger tracing the hint of a collarbone before gliding along the uncovered slopes of her boobs. They were firm in a sort of muscular way, not sagging despite the fact that Vimla had removed her brassiere. I rubbed her nipples gently, dragging my finger in circles around where I assumed the aureoles would be below the blouse. She moaned as her breasts seemed to swell, further straining the confines of her blouse, nipples jutting out and hard. As her breathing settled somewhat, I cupped and pressed her breast tenderly and explored its surface unable to stay away from her nipple. I touched the nub, then took hold of it between my fingers and rubbed it tenderly; as they stiffened still further they seemed to protrude even more and I was unable to remain gentle. I pinched them, first one then the other, a little roughly, now wanting to suck them between my lips. Vimla groaned and I became completely still, then slowly removed my invading fingers from her body. Suddenly she exclaimed, "It is so hot tonight!" and opened the other two buttons of her blouse as if to let in some more air. Was she awake? Was she aware of what I had been doing? But it was too late for me to back off now; my erection was at its full length and the thickness was heavy in my shorts. I took my hand back to her breasts as she moved her leg, bending her knee as it trapped my engorged penis against my stomach. My other hand was almost against her mound. I pulled aside the left flap of her blouse and looked at the large naked breast with its dark brown aureole two inches in diameter and a very large erect teat in the centre. I stared at it in fascination, wanting so desperately to suck it but for the moment I just reached out and palmed her breast. As I touched one heavy breast, I felt Vimla inhale deeply with a loud intake of air, and as I pushed my hand to her other breast she shifted her hip and moved closer to me on the bed. Her bent leg on my cock moved a little and then her entire body was flush against mine. My right hand was now between her thighs and when I moved it up carefully I found it trapped in the folds of her petticoat. But I could feel the heat radiating from her crotch. With her eyes still shut Vimla moved her left hand slowly and scratched herself around one nipple, her fingers touching my nose several times. The nipple seemed to stand even more upright and was now nearly half an inch long. Her hand moved to the back of my head and she held me in a loose embrace, her fingers entangled in the curls of my long hair. Her nipple was now touching my lips so I opened my mouth and sucked in the plump knob. I licked and sucked it quietly but energetically as she pushed her bosom against my face. After a few moments, Vimla removed her hand from behind my head and moved it to my belly where she placed it on my erect cock, wrapping her fist around the firth and just holding it. Her fingers and thumb didn't quite manage to encircle the circumference of my manhood but Vimla gripped it very tight in an attempt to do so. I used my free hand to draw her sari and petticoat up to her waist and placed my palm on her naked thigh. A shudder passed through my body as I touched her mons, a strange ephemeral ripple running through my very being. I moved my hand around and touched the soft and thick, protruding lips which completely wet with her juices. As I ran my finger over her most intimate parts, I felt the prickly stubble that suggested a few days had passed after she shaved the area last. I kept rubbing the area of Vimla's genitals for a while till I felt her push her hips against my palm; I then crooked my index finger and gently ran it along the edges of her thick, heavy, smooth lips before shoving it into her vagina. My finger seemed to get sucked in as she adroitly used her muscles to clamp over it before starting a to and fro movement with her hips. Her pelvic thrusts soon became so strong that I pushed all four fingers into her. She gripped my wrist and held my hand steady while she continued thrusting vigorously against it. With her other hand she grabbed one of her boobs, brought the nipple to my face, and pushed the solid hardness of her teat into my mouth as soon as I parted my lips. She pressed it hard and started pulling it in and out in time with her pelvic thrusts; I let the nipple graze against the edges of my teeth as her grip on my cock tightened like a vice. There was a certain violence to our frantic love-making as I sucked her nipple and then much of her breast into my mouth, my teeth now raking the soft skin of her gloriously full tit. My finger was pistoning in and out of her cunt from where her juices ran down the back of my hand and wrist. Her musk was thick in the air and although we had lost all sense of time and place my senses were on high alert; I bathed in the smell of her sex, my ears pounded with Vimla's loud moans and screams, my skin was in a feverish sweat. I felt her hand fumble with the elastic waistband of my boxers, trying desperately to push them down; she held my erect and now massive cock in her soft palm, gripping it fiercely. My eyes hadn't focussed on anything particular for the last few minutes so when I looked at her face, I was surprised to see that Vimla's eyes were still shut. I knew she wasn't still asleep and so I once again accommodated a stray and fleeting thought about this voluptuous and strange woman; her mind was beyond my ken. Taking my fingers out of Vimla's pussy, I slid down a little on the bed, forcing her to release her hold on my cock. My lips moved down from her to her neck and on to her firm, solid breasts. She moaned aloud as I once again took one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking on it gently before moving to the other. Her nipples were still large and firm and they felt heavenly between my lips. I flicked them with my tongue before continuing down over the soft skin of her stomach. As she felt my mouth moving lower over her body her hands left my head and moved to hold the sides of the pillow which her head was resting on. As my mouth passed her navel I began to get the faint musty smell of her warm pussy. My hard cock stiffened more as I anticipated the warm salty taste of her lips. My mouth reached her pubic area and as she felt me getting closer to her pussy I heard Vimla sigh. A deep exhalation followed by a low and reverberating moan. We were making love for the third time in about six hours and so far I had never gone down on her. As I breathed in her sex smells my own passions were almost at fever pitch; I had a sense she would cum fast and hard as soon as my mouth kissed her cunt. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back much longer after that; all it would take is the feeling of her hand or breasts or even her thighs against the raging heat of my penis. I trailed my tongue down over one of her pussy lips as my hands slid under her buttocks, tilting her hips slightly, lifting her pussy away from the bed. I could hear Vimla's breathing becoming heavier as she felt my mouth moving closer to her clit. I let my tongue slide inside her damp pussy before moving up so that my mouth covered her clit. I softly closed my lips around her swollen clit and gently sucked it between my lips. The sudden pressure on her it caused her hips to buck and she moaned. I began to slowly run my tongue up and over the firm nub making Vimla's hips rise as she pushed herself against my mouth. My fingers gripped her butt cheeks as I began to lick her faster. I could feel her body begin to move more quickly as I teased her clit with my wet tongue, drawing the full length over the sensitive button in my mouth, making sure I kept contact with it the entire time. Vimla's movements became faster and her stomach began to tense as her orgasm approached. Her butt cheeks clenched and her legs closed around my head as she began to cum. Her breathing became faster and more intense as she gripped the pillow. "I'm cumming," she moaned as another wave swept over her body. I kept the pressure of my tongue on her clit trying to make the orgasm last as long as possible but just as I was expecting her body to relax I felt it convulse again. "Fuck! Oh Fuck, Hjjer!" She cried as her head came up off the pillow and she gripped the back of my head, the words sounding strange in her deeply accented voice. Somehow that turned me on even more. As her muscles relaxed and her orgasm subsided I lifted my tongue from her clit, not wanting it to become too intense and uncomfortable. Her breathing was still heavy and her eyes were closed. I could feel the wetness of her juice on my mouth as I began to kiss back up her body, making sure to avoid her tender nipples. I kissed Vimla's mouth and she opened her eyes, smiling at me. "That was amazing," she said, sounding shy at her involuntary reaction caused by the two orgasms she had just had. I was expecting her to pull me to her, her hand taking my stiff cock and sliding it inside her but instead she began to slide her hand along my hard shaft as I straddled her stomach. I watched as her fingers unsuccessfully tried to encircle my hard cock and she ran her hand from the base to the tip, her eyes watching my reaction the entire time. As her stroking became faster I knew I wouldn't last too much longer. "I want you to cum on me," Vimla said as she began to increase the intensity with which she pulled, rubbed, stroked, massaged and shagged my thick cock. I was taken by surprise again hearing those words from a woman I was yet to fathom. The look on her face told me she was sincere. I felt my cock stiffen more in her soft hand, the tip becoming more swollen and shiny with the pre-cum each of her strokes was smearing over it. I watched as her movements became faster, her face slightly more intense, wanting to make me cum. I could feel my orgasm getting closer and looking at her hand jacking my cock, her pretty face framed in the short dark hair and her massive firm breasts, my body gave way to her movements and I came hard, my hot cum shooting onto her breasts and neck. Vimla jerked at the first explosion but her hand continued sliding as I came again, this one slightly less powerful, my cum falling onto her fingers. Her final stroke touched the tip of my now sensitive cock and my body jerked. Vimla moved her hand further down my shaft towards my testicles, continuing to stroke but more slowly, making sure I had finished cumming and that I had nothing left to spray onto her firm, pale skin. I leaned forward, breathing hard and kissed her lips. I could see my cum starting to run down her stomach and sides as I slowly collapsed next to her on the bed, putting my arms around her, her head resting on my shoulder. I was completely exhausted, convinced that there was not a drop of semen in my balls, having cum so intensely for the third time with Vimla in a relatively short span. My eyes began to shut of their own volition and I must have drifted off to sleep in moments. Sometime later in the wee hours of the morning, I awoke as Vimla stirred, turning to her side with her arse towards me. I turned as well, threw my arm over her and let my palm lightly grip one of her breasts. My thick but flaccid penis found a niche between her ample buttocks; that's how we slept for the next few hours. In the morning, soon after sunrise, I freshened up and put on my clothes; the underwear still damp. I left a note on the bedside table telling Vimla that I had to get back to the hotel and get ready for an early morning meeting. With so little sleep, and the exhaustion carrying over from the night before, I hoped I would survive the day without any hitches.