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A Seducer at Sixty

By: touchmate



Old,they say,is Gold. It is often true, in'deed'

It all started when my very dear friend Murthy had a stroke.

But, let me start at the very beginning. I am Sekhar, a sixty year old successful professional consultant. Murthy, twelve years my senior and a long retired professor has been my dear friend of over forty years.

I and my wife Sumana (58) live in our own comfortable three bed room apartment in a posh area of our city, our only daughter, married, lives in U.S.A along with her husband and son. Murthy is a widower having lost his dear wife about seven years ago. He lives in his own home along with his only son Raghu and daughter Rekha. He is lucky because they adore him and take very good care of him. 

Raghu(48 ) works as a Marketing Manager for a Multinational company, a high profile and high stress job. Rekha (43 ) works for bank and has a more comfortable job. They have a son (23) doing his MS in U.S.A. Their home is about six miles away and we visit each other regularly. Our families are very close. 

Our second grand child is set to arrive soon and Sumana left for U.S.A to help our daughter. I could not go with her due to prior professional commitments, but would join her later. A maid comes in every morning, cleans up and cooks food for the day. I manage to get on fairly well.

With this brief introduction let me get to the story.

One day, around noon, Rekha called me on my mobile. She was agitated and crying. In between sobs, she told me that Murthy had a heart attack just then, her husband Raghu was on tour and what should she do. Telling her not to panic and I would take immediate care, I called my friend Dr. Dayanand, Director of the big Corporate Multi Specialty Hospital that was very close to my home. He sent an ambulance immediately to pick up Murthy.

I called back Rekha and told her that an ambulance is on the way and she should proceed to the hospital with the ambulance and I would join her there. Even as I spoke to her I heard the ambulance arrive at their home.

By the time I reached the hospital, Murthy was under intensive care. Rekha was sitting on a bench outside the I.C.C.U and her eyes were red. The moment she saw me, she came running and hugged me and started crying. I sat along with her on the bench and tried to comfort her saying Murthy is under very good care now and everything would be fine.

My doctor friend came out after half an hour and told us that Murthy had a heart attack and stroke. Next twenty four hours are crucial and he would be in I.C.C.U under constant observation and treatment. I called up Raghu on his mobile and gently broke the news to him. He said he would be back by the next flight that evening.

It was really lucky for Murthy that Rekha was on leave that day. I just shuddered to think what could have happened had he been alone!

Raghu arrived by the evening and I felt better. 

I told Raghu and his wife that as my apartment is right next doors, it makes sense for them to operate from there. It is spacious and has all amenities and I am alone right then. It would be best for Murthy too, if we all stay together in this hour of need. They readily agreed to my suggestion.

They kept their round the clock vigil outside the I.C.C.U that night and the next. On day three, Murthy's condition stabilized and he was moved to a private room. He is conscious now and responded slowly to the treatment. It is going to be a long stay at the hospital.

Rekha has applied for a long leave. Raghu has to get back to his job from next day. I have certain flexibility in my work and could adjust some schedules. We decided that from next day, Rekha and I would take care of Murthy during the day and evening, while Raghu would stay with him in the night.

Next evening Rekha and I came home around eight after Raghu relieved us. I went to my bed room and she went to the guest room. I had a welcome shower that was very refreshing after a day at the hospital. I walked into the drawing room, dressed in light blue pajamas. Rekha was already there. Obviously, she too had a shower as her hair was wet and she wore a light cream sari and a matching blouse.

Rekha asked me if she should serve dinner. I said, smiling, that I should have my statutory drink before dinner. I poured myself one large scotch to which I added a lot of water and some ice. I asked Rekha what she would have. She said she would have a coke. I opened a diet coke and gave it to her. We settled down with our drinks, the TV was on showing a news channel, muted.

"You have a nice place uncle, everything spic and span," she said.

"Sumana is a great home maker and we take pride in our home. Our maid is also with us for a long time and she does a good job."

"You keep your home very well too, Rekha," I added.

"I try but it is an old house, not a modern flat like this. It is tougher to maintain."

"Don't you take any drinks?" I asked her.

"Only when we party, that is often. There I take an occasional wine."

"I have a bottle of nice red wine, if you like," I said. 

"Not today, may be tomorrow," she said.

We talked about my daughter and wife. We talked about Murthy. Soon we finished our drinks and had dinner. After dinner I helped her clean up, telling her to leave all the dishes in the sink. 

We watched TV for a few minutes and then I got up, saying that I was feeling sleepy. She said she was also tired and switched off the TV. We then retired to our respective bed rooms.

As I lay down on my bed, I thought of Murthy in his hospital bed and the events of the past few days. In a few minutes, my thoughts came to Rekha. Her image came before me.

She is about 5'3" tall and her complexion was medium fair. She is neither slim nor fat. She has small breasts, may be size 'B'. Her waist is not slim but not too big either. She has long tresses of jet black hair. Her face is more angular than round, her mouth generous with full lips and nice cheeks. She is an above average woman.

But, she has, one sensational feature! That is undoubtedly her greatest womanly asset. 

She has the greatest ass I have ever seen in my sixty years of life; a sensational derriere comparable to J Lo. It is a bottom that attracts the looks of every man, young and old, like a magnet. It is an ass that simply says, "Come and fondle me...and ..."

Are you wondering about me and my dirty thoughts now? Then it is time to tell you about the real me...Mr.Hyde. I had always been a very horny guy. My wife and I had a great sex life. But after her menopause she moved away from sex gradually. It happens to all women and I still love her as much as I did earlier.

But, I am still sexually very active. There is the problem. I masturbate regularly, that helps. Past few years, I had a couple of one night flings when I was on tour, with a couple of woman whom I could woo (not hookers). Though sixty, I am still very fit physically with regular exercise and diet. I have a gift of the gab and women find me attractive. That is a big plus for me.

In short, you could call me an old man with dirty thoughts. But, I would not agree. I know I am young at heart and my body is fit. So why do you want to bring in my age?

My thoughts are fully focused now on Rekha's magnificent ass. I imagined her big, soft, smooth ass cheeks in my hands, getting fondled, licked and mauled. My cock became stiff with desire. Imagining my cock rubbing that ass of hers and going between her ass cheeks, I wanked myself to a full ejaculation. Cleaning up, I slept soundly.

Next day we spent a lot of time with Murthy at the hospital. A neurologist visited him to assess the impact of the stroke and decide on the line of treatment. We tried to cheer up Murthy with good news of his progress. 

As I saw more of her, I noticed new attractions in Rekha. Her boobs appeared slightly larger than what I thought last night and perky too. Her waist looked very smooth and inviting. Her mouth looked very kissable. 

It was then that I decided I was going to seduce this woman and have sex with her.

I knew I have to be very careful and plan it. One wrong move and it would be a disaster. I have to do it in a very slow and subtle way and make her a willing partner. It was a challenge, but I was so obsessed with her that it has become my priority project.

That evening, as we sat relaxing before dinner, I took out from the fridge two bottles of cool Bacardi Breezer, opened them and poured into two glasses and offered her one.

"Take it, it is a flavor called Jamaica passion and it is very soothing and nice, a mild cocktail."

She took it and we settled down. Tasting it, she said, "hmm...it is good."

We started talking about movies and music. We found our tastes were similar. We got into an animated discussion about a recent movie. Noticing that we finished our drink, I poured a refill. 

"So tell me how things are," I said.

"What is there to tell, uncle? Raghu is so busy with his job that he hardly has time for anything else. Even at home, he keeps getting calls and keeps working late. It gets really bad at times." She sounded very unhappy.

"I know he has a high stress job, Rekha, he is very successful, right?" I asked.

We both sat silent for a few minutes, just nurturing our drinks.

"True, but at what cost? Do you know he is a diabetic and a heavy smoker? He has to party and drink regularly. I am worried sick about his health." She did sound very worried.

"Don't worry, things will improve, may be you both should take a holiday."

"We did, a few months back and it was a disaster. His mobile never stopped ringing and his laptop was always on. We had bitter arguments." She started crying softly.

I genuinely felt very bad for her. This was much worse than what I thought.

I got up and went to her sofa. Standing in front of her, I gently wiped her tears away, even as she got up. I gently let my other hand give her a comforting pat on her back. She instinctively moved closer to me as if for more comfort. I just put my arms around and held her in a loose embrace.

She broke apart after a few minutes and said, "Sorry, uncle, I had this bottled up in me for a long time and had no one to share it with. I feel much better now."

"I am glad that you did that, Rekha. Remember, I am always available and you can share with me anything. I am your friend." I said.

I hoped my emphasis on the two words, 'anything' and 'friend', were not lost on her. I looked at it as an opportunity to get closer to her.

We had dinner and she was cheerful. We chatted about cricket and Bollywood. After dinner we saw the news on TV for a while.

"Did you sleep well last night?" I inquired.

"It is very comfortable but I normally don't sleep well in new places."

I gave her a mild sedative and asked her to take it saying that it would help. She took it and we retired to our respective bed rooms.

I tried to sleep but couldn't. I thought of the conversation we had. It was obvious that all is not well between them and she was unhappy. He had little or no time for her and she felt neglected and lonely. 

A forty three year old, lonely and desperate housewife, she would be vulnerable. But I must be careful and should not rush her. I have to seduce her and should do it so smoothly that she would become a willing accomplice.

With these thoughts in mind, I drifted to sleep. I woke up with a start sometime later. The bedside digital clock told me it is two. I took out bottle of cold water from the fridge, poured a glass and drank it. As I was returning to my bedroom, I suddenly had an urge to peep into her room.

The door was shut. When I turned the handle slowly and pushed it gently, it opened noiselessly. The big double bed was to the right of the door and she was sleeping peacefully with her head turned the other way, away from me. A small bed lamp was throwing a dim bluish light. Rekha was wearing a thin nightie.

She was lying on her left and the nightie moved up in sleep, revealing her smooth legs and quite a bit of her thighs. Her magnificent bottom, though fully covered, offered a spectacular view. I walked softly on the carpeted floor and went close to the bed.

Her legs were slim and smooth. Her thighs looked smooth, hairless and slightly plump. They would definitely feel good to caress, rub or massage. My eyes went to her J-Lo bottom. Wow! I thought, what a fantastic rump! The buttocks high, rounded and the ass wide and inviting. Through the thin nightie, I could see the panties out lined. In that posture, she looked very sexy, her ass looking even wider.

I now wanted a little more. I carefully looked at the hem of her nightie resting on her thighs. I could see some slack, but do I dare? Nothing ventured, nothing gained, I told myself. 

I slowly got my right hand to the hem and held it lightly between my thumb and forefinger.I started sliding the hem, millimeter by millimeter, up her thighs. After a couple of inches travel, I felt a light resistance. I examined the hem carefully and found that a bit of it was stuck under her knee cap.

Taking utmost care not to touch her, I caught the hem of the nightie close to her knee and pulled it very gently. It came unstuck and I was delighted. I resumed my earlier action of sliding the hem up; now without any hindrance. Soon her thighs were fully exposed and the swell of her buttocks started. As I moved it up a little more, her black panties were exposed.

When I saw those big buttocks scarcely contained in those black panties, I had a big erection. They were perfectly round, silken smooth and asking to be caressed. I had to exercise all my self control to prevent my hands from grabbing her ass cheeks. 

The panties were covering her pussy better and when I bent closer to look, I could see her black pubic hair on the uncovered part of her mound. She had a wild bush there.

I bent as close to her buttocks as I dared and tried to see her ass crack. As the black panties were hugging the crack, I couldn't see it. With great care I gently pulled down her nightie to its normal position and left silently. 

Once in my room, I took my stiff cock out and masturbated, recalling the vivid details of her ass. I shot a full load and fell on my bed.

Next day I asked Rekha if she slept well. 

"Wonderful. I think the breezer and the sleeping pill together knocked me out. I slept like a log," she said.

The day was a replay of the previous day. I spent most of it with Murthy, while Rekha went to her Bank for a couple of hours on some urgent work. The doctors visited while she was away and we discussed the progress. Murthy would have to stay in the hospital for at least another week and the process of recovery would necessarily be a very slow one. 

We were back at home in the evening after Raghu relieved us. As I was enjoying the shower, I thought of Rekha and the glorious visual treat of last night. I decided that I must continue with my project, 'See and Touch'. Something she said that morning has been at the back of my mind the whole day. It suddenly came back to me.

'Knocked out'...yes, that was the word. She said she was knocked out and slept like a log. The idea took shape. 

We met in the drawing room fifteen minutes later and Rekha was looking very good in a light green sari. I walked to the fridge, took out two bottles of breezer and poured the drink into two glasses. We settled down into our seats.

I asked her how things were at her bank. She said things are fine for the moment but she would have to go back to work sooner than later. I told her that Murthy's recovery would be very slow and they will have to make some arrangements. She said that Murthy has a widowed cousin sister who lives alone in their native place. They are trying to get her to come and help his rehabilitation at home.

It was when I took her glass for a refill that I spiked her drink with the sedative. She was more relaxed after the first drink and I guided our talk to Hollywood. 

I asked her who her favorite actor was and she said Tom Hanks. When she asked me about my favorite, I looked into her eyes and said Jennifer Lopez. She blushed a little and said in mock despair, "Oh, no, you too uncle!" We left it at that.

After dinner we sat in front of the TV and watched an old Hindi classic for a while. Rekha said she would go to bed and asked me for a sedative. I gave her a mild one and after taking that she bid me a good night and left. I switched off the TV and went to my bed room. I thought I should wait for a couple of hours, so setting the alarm, I tried to sleep.

It was past midnight when the alarm woke me up. I got up and after a quick face wash and a glass of cold water to ensure that my reflexes are sharp, I made my move. As I opened the door quietly, I found Rekha was now sleeping facing me. 

I stood still for a full minute with bated breath. She continued to sleep peacefully. I moved closer to the bed and examined her. She was fast asleep, breathing evenly and appeared to be dead to the world.

I now looked at her attire. She had a thin, semi-transparent cream colored nightie. She was resting on her right side, her right palm resting between her head and the pillow. Her left leg was bent at the knee and her left thigh lay partly exposed. Her small but perky breasts were clad in a bra and were moving evenly with her breathing.

Her lips had a slightly wet and glossy look and were attractive. Her face was relaxed and her cheeks looked a little chubby. It is a face that invited a tender caress and a soft kiss, but...not yet. Her throat was bare and smooth and as I bent forward closer, I could see that the top hook of the nightie was off and the nightie was slightly open.

Very carefully, I put my hands to work and unhooked the second hook. I held the two halves of the nightie between the first and second hooks and separated them gently. Not satisfied with the result, I unhooked the third hook too. Now the nightie opened better at the top exposing her bra clad boobs.

Her bra was cream colored and soft. At the top of the bra cups the swell of her bare tits was visible. Her tits were small but perky and looked in good shape. I made the slightest contact with the tip of my right forefinger and touched her left boob. Waiting for a full minute, I gently pressed my finger tip. Her tit felt tight and had the right density and I was elated.

I now proceeded to caress the exposed portion of her left boob with my finger tips. Because of her posture, I was able to insert my finger between the two cups of her bra and access the sides of her boob too. Her breasts were good to touch and I now wanted to touch them completely. 

I examined the bra strap and found that it is the elastic type and the strap on her left side was resting quite close to her left shoulder. I managed to get a light grip on the strap without touching her body. Slightly lifting the strap by a few millimeters, I eased it to the side, slipping it off her shoulder on to her lower arm.

I was now able to slip the bra cup off her left tit. Her aureole was light brown and small. Her nipple was the same color, lighter shade and was relatively larger in proportion to her boob, both in length and thickness. It was not yet stiff or rigid. It is the kind of nipple, I love to suck and keep sucking. I looked at her tit to my heart's content.

It was decision time. I looked into Rekha's face. She was dead asleep and looked knocked out. I let my finger tip brush lightly against her nipple and waited. I rubbed again and it started stiffening. My forefinger traced the circle of her aureole and felt the skin there. Holding her nipple lightly between my thumb and forefinger, I rolled it. It stiffened and her breath stopped for the fraction of a second and resumed.

She was still sleeping well. I now brought my right hand slowly to her left breast and cupped it lightly in my palm. It was warm, smooth and tight. I squeezed it gently, once. Rekha gave a low moan in her sleep, it was like a sigh. I let my palm enjoy the sensation of her breast and the feel of her stiff and erect nipple. I squeezed again. I kept squeezing lightly and at intervals. Rekha continued to sleep.


A Seducer at Sixty Ch. 02



This story is a continuation of my earlier story with the same title. When I wrote that story, I didn't plan on a series. But,enthused by the response and feedback, I have now written this chapter-2. So, kindly treat the first one as chapter-1. Please read that first, if you have not read it.

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We continued our torrid affair for the next couple of days...discovering new pleasures in our coupling. It was unbelievable but it was fantastic -- the passion of a sixty year old Sekhar for the forty three year old Rekha. The fact that she was the daughter of my best friend made it even more exciting.

At the end of the week Murty was discharged from the hospital. I made sure that I was there when the doctors briefed Rekha and Raghu about the proposed treatment and the care to be taken. I told them that I would look in regularly and spend time with my friend. I also told them to contact me without hesitation should they require my help anytime. When we had a moment alone, I hugged and kissed Rekha on her cheek and gave her a pat on her JLO rump. We promised to continue to see each other.

After a couple of days, during which I realized how badly I missed our love making, I visited Rekha at her home. Murty was feeling much better now that he was back in his own home. However, he was still confined to his room and needed assistance to get off the bed and stand and move. Rekha told me that she was still on leave to take care of him. 

She told me that the old lady, Murty's cousin, who was supposed to come and assist, was unable to come. However Rekha's mother had arranged a help from her village and the help was arriving next day. I was glad that she would have someone to help at home, because Ragu was very busy with his job once again. There was no chance even to touch her and after a couple of hours with Murty, I left.

I was away on work for a few days and when I returned I called Rekha on her mobile. She told me that the help had arrived and though it was a young girl, she was very good at her work, diligent and efficient. Rekha sounded genuinely happy and relieved.

"Are you alone now, Baby?" I asked.

"Yes, all alone in my bed room, we can talk."

"I am missing you badly, Baby. I am restless in bed in the nights."

"Oh, Sekhar, it is a torture for me too. I miss you so badly."

"Right now, I am getting all erect just talking to you, Baby," I teased her.

"And I am all squishy and hot, lover," she crooned.

We made a date for next day. She said she planned to go out to buy groceries. She would come from her shopping to my apartment for a short visit next afternoon. She would call me before coming over. 

It was nearly three in the afternoon when she came.

As soon as I closed the door behind her, we hugged each other tightly. It was more than ten days since we made love. We were desperately hungry for each other. We moved as one to the guest bed room and quickly undressed, literally tearing off each others clothes. Soon she was clad only in her white cotton panties and bra and I was in my light blue jockey shorts, already stiff with desire.

We embraced passionately and the feel of our hot, near naked bodies against each other set us on fire. I unhooked her bra and grabbed her small, tight tits in my hands feeling the stiffening nipples poking at the center of my palms. As her boobs touched my hairy chest, she rubbed them vigorously against it and let out a low moan.

My hands dropped down her back and slipping them through the elastic of her soft panties, I grabbed her vast, smooth as baby, hot ass cheeks and fondled them, a little too roughly. Rekha was now moaning and her crotch was rubbing vigorously against my big bulge. 

In one quick motion, I pulled her panties down and she wiggled to let them drop at her feet. Her hands got hold of my shorts and pulled them down.

As my now fully erect, hot and throbbing cock poked at her smooth, shaven pussy, Rekha gave a deep moan. My hands grabbed her pussy and I felt the heat emanating from her like an oven. Her pink lips were wet with her juices, open and quivering as my fingers touched them. I just let my two fingers slip in a little and they went sliding into her hot ,wet depth smoothly.

Her cunt was all hot, wet and it felt as if it was churning. Our need for each other was so urgent that we fell on the bed, without losing anymore time. Lying on her back, she opened her thighs wide and her juicy cunt was beckoning me, begging to be fucked. 

As my hot, throbbing cock entered her and slid in like a hot knife in butter, Rekha hugged me tight to her and shrieked. Her passion was unbelievable and I could feel her nails racking my back.

Kissing her hard, I started pumping her with strong, deep thrusts. There was frenzy about this coupling. We were like two wild cats in heat, making violent love. biting, scratching, pulling, tasting blood, with just one objective - to get a release for self and the other, from all the pent up sexual desires. It took us very little time to climax together in an earth shaking orgasm.

As we lay spent on the bed, I realized we were drenched in sweat. In our rush, we didn't even switch on the fan. I got up from the bed, switched on the fan and took a couple of towels back. We drank some cold water, even as the cool air from the fan comforted us. We lay in a loose embrace, my hand caressing her face gently and her hand resting on my hip.

"That was some session! I badly needed that," I said.

"I was dreaming about this for several nights," she replied softly.

"Rekha, this was a quickie. We need more time to make love properly."

"We can do that once I go back to work. I can take a half day leave once in a way and come over," she said and kissed me lightly. 

She left soon after that.

It was two days later that I went to Murty's house. It was then I saw Lakshmi for the first time. Rekha introduced her to me, as her cousin from her village who had come over to help her.

"Laksmi, this is Sekhar uncle, our very important family friend and well wisher," she introduced me.

My first impression was that this girl is way too young, probably in early teens. She was around 5' height, medium complexion and very slim. She had a very slim and smooth waist which was exposed between her half sari and petticoat. Her buttocks were small but shapely and it was easy to guess that she had slender legs and thighs. 

However, there were two things about her that hit you squarely between eyes. She had an innocent face. It was heart shaped and had an attraction of its own. Her cheeks were a little chubby and very smooth. Her black eyes were wide like fish and twinkling; they made her look very pretty. 

Her most striking feature was her breasts. She had the most perfect globes you could ever imagine and they were much larger in proportion to the rest of her body. They were probably a B++ size. More than the size, what struck me was their erectness, standing proud and their bounce. 

At first look they reminded me of the boobs of that famous Russian tennis star, who was better known for her boobs than her tennis! Such boobs on a smallish looking girl with the most innocent looking face, was an amazing combination.

I looked away from her, aware that I looked at her for too long and caught Rekha giving me a probing look. Women are very perceptive in some matters and this is one such. I should be careful in future, I told myself. 

I went to Murty's room and my friend was delighted with my visit. As we talked, Lakshmi came in and gave me a cup of coffee asking me if I wanted it with sugar or sugar free. I said, rather unnecessarily, that I was not a diabetic and sugar was fine. I tasted the coffee and said it was very good and she beamed.

Just before I left, I asked Rekha if this girl Lakshmi was not too young to be thus employed. Rekha laughed and told me that Lakshmi was actually nineteen and she just looked a lot younger than her age.

"Just like you," I whispered, making her happy and blush.

That night, alone in my bed, I thought of Lakshmi and not Rekha. I felt a little guilty about it, but then, I told myself that it was the way most men would react. I thought of her bouncy boobs, her slim waist, her slender thighs and her innocent, beaming face. 

It would be a fantastic experience to seduce that girl and make love to her young, virgin body. Thinking about that, I masturbated.

Another week had gone by. Rekha was back at her job in Bank, with Lakshmi taking care of Murty full time and doing a very good job of it. Rekha dropped in one afternoon soon after and we had a great session of love making, a real prolonged one that satisfied both of us. 

After the session, as we lay next to each other, spent and relaxed, she said Murty was asking her why I am not visiting him as often as before. She requested me to visit him as often as possible.

I went the very next day and visited him. The thought was at the back of my mind that Lakshmi would be there all alone, except for Murty who is confined to his room. Perhaps I could start my slow seduction game. But did I dare to? 

It was not some sex starved, desperate house wife that I was seeking to seduce now. It was an innocent, virgin girl and I should be very careful. If it backfired, I would lose everything, including my prized trophy; Rekha.

As she opened the door, I gave her a nice smile and she smiled back. As I settled down to talk to Murty, she left us. I asked her for a glass of water and when she brought that, I made sure that my fingers touched her fingers as I took the glass. 

An innocent enough touch but they felt nice. After a while, she brought me a cup of coffee and I touched her hand again while taking the cup, this time a fraction longer. 

As I finished my coffee, I asked Murty if he would like to have some fruit juice. He nodded and I offered to get it for him. Leaving him alone, I walked to the kitchen where Laksmi was cooking the lunch. Hearing my footsteps she turned around.

"Murty would like to have some fruit juice," I said.

"I will make it and bring it, uncle," she said.

"Let me help you," I said.

She took out a couple of oranges and cut them into halves.

I moved a little closer to her and looking at her magnificent boobs, I said "Nice oranges."

She saw where my looks were directed when I said that and blushed deep red.

As she prepared the juice, I kept looking at her from close quarters and she was perhaps aware that my looks were not exactly innocent. As she poured the juice into a glass, I took it from her, making sure that my hand held her hand in full contact for a full minute, feeling the soft warmth of her satin skin. I pressed it very gently before leaving her.

Later, when I was leaving, she walked with me to the door.

"You are a nice girl. You are taking very good care of my friend. I am very happy. Here, take this Five hundred Rupees. It is a small gift from me. Buy yourself a nice dress or something." I said.

"No uncle, I can't take it. Sister will scold me."

"You need not tell her. You need not tell anyone. Just between you and me," I said, smiling.

She hesitated for a few seconds, but the temptation was too much for her. It was a lot of money for her and she felt it was safe taking from an old uncle. She took it.

I just smiled and left.

Once on my way, my thoughts were racing. I knew I took a calculated risk. There were several possible scenarios!

Scenario 1 : She would tell Rekha and then shit would hit the fan. Rekha would immediately see through my designs and chew me out. I would have to convince her that I had no evil designs on Lakshmi and it was just a spontaneous gesture.

Scenario 2 : She would tell no one. Just keep the money. Doesn't mean that she would cooperate but I could at least work on her.

Scenario 3 : She would tell no one, understands that I am after her and would give in easily for more such gifts.

After a little analysis, I thought both 1 & 3 were unlikely and most likely it would be Scenario 2. At least, I hoped so.

When Rekha called me on my mobile the next day, I was apprehensive. But my tension soon dissipated when she said Murty was very happy with my visit and thanked me. We chatted for a few minutes and I asked her when she planned to visit me again.

"Soon,baby," she whispered and hung up.

I was glad that all was well and I could continue my game of seduction.

I visited Murty again after another three days.

As soon as Lakshmi opened the door, I greeted her, "Hello Lakshmi, how are you?"

"Fine, Uncle," she beamed.

"Good," I patted her playfully on her cheek. She didn't say anything but blushed a little.

Much later, I went into the kitchen to get some fruit juice for Murty.

This time, I stood closer to her than before and touched her hand twice as I made to help her. 

As she was squeezing the juice out of the oranges, her half sari moved a little away from her blouse. I moved closer and peeped into her magnificent cleavage from above. Her boobs were not just full; they were spilling over her blouse.

It was now or never.

"They are the most beautiful I have ever seen," I whispered.

She turned a deep red, blushing.

"Lakshmi, do you like me?" I asked.

"Yes, Uncle," she answered, innocently

"Why do you like me?" I asked.

"I like you because you are very nice to me."

"I like you because you are a very good, nice girl. I want to be your good friend" I whispered.

"I like to be your friend too," she said.

I took her hand in my hand and squeezed it gently. She returned my squeeze.

"We are friends from today. Rekha told me that you completed tenth class. I want to teach you a lot of things," I said.

"Please, uncle, I too want to learn," she said, excited.

"But we have to be very careful, no one should know about our friendship."

"Yes, Uncle, we will not tell anyone, it is a secret," she said with childlike innocence.

The way she said I had some pangs of guilt. Wasn't she too innocent to be seduced? Well, she was nineteen and it was time for her to learn. What better way to learn than from a loving, caring veteran of sixty, I justified.

"What time does Murty sleep in the afternoon?" I asked her.

"Murty Sir sleeps from 2pm to 4pm."

"Okay, I will come at 2pm tomorrow and we will start our lessons." I told her.

"Yes, uncle."

I went back to Murty with the fruit juice. After spending another hour with him, I took leave of him. As usual, Lakshmi walked with me to the door and before she opened it, I just gave her a little pat on her back and whispered, "Okay, see you tomorrow." 

I tossed in my bed that night with wild thoughts of the impending seduction of Lakshmi and what I would do to her young, virgin, body. Finally, I masturbated and slept.

Next day, when I went to Murty's place a little after two, the hall door was ajar and Lakshmi was waiting.

"I did not want you to ring the bell and disturb sir," she said.

Clever girl, I thought.

I knew Murty's house like the back of my hand. There were three bed rooms on the upper floor. One was the master bed room used by Rekha& Raghu, the second was the one used by Murty before his stroke and the third one was the guest bedroom. I walked quietly to that third room and Lakshmi followed me quietly.

The room had a big double bed, a bed side table, a small sofa that could seat two and a small wall mounted TV. The room had an attached bathroom. I switched on the light and fan and it was quite comfortable. I walked to the sofa and sat on it while Lakshmi continued to stand.

"Come on, sit by my side, you can't take lessons standing,' I smiled at her.

She hesitated for a second and then sat primly on the Sofa a little away from me.

"Relax, Laksmi, don't be tense, I am your teacher and I will teach you nicely," I said.

"Yes, Uncle." 

"Okay, I thought I should teach you general Knowledge because that would help you in your life and also some mathematics."

She nodded her head.

I took out a General Knowledge book that I brought along and gave it to her. She took it eagerly.

I asked her to find the map of India and show me. As she showed me the map, I moved a little closer to her so that I too could look at the map. I asked her to locate each state, in alphabetical order. As she started doing that with all the enthusiasm of a pupil, I got to work.

She was sitting to my left and I moved my left leg a little till my left thigh came into contact with her right thigh. I turned slightly towards her, so that my left hand was behind her resting on the sofa, just inches away from her bottom. I used my right hand to point out things on the map to her, touching her hand frequently with my fingers. After a couple of minutes she got used to my hand touching hers.

She had the book in her lap and was all concentration, as I looked at her boobs. They were looking awesome from such close proximity and I had this strong urge to grab them. Controlling myself, I moved my right hand a little in the air till the back of my hand brushed very lightly against the side of her right breast. It was such a fleeting touch that she hardly felt it.

I asked her to show me the midpoint of India and as she was searching for it, I let the back of my hand press a little more against her tit. It felt like a hard rubber ball, tight and bouncy to the touch. 

She located the midpoint and turned a little to point out Nagpur to me. As she turned, more of her tit pressed against my hand, but she gave no impression of even noticing it.

"Very good," I said.

I asked her to look and learn about the Capitals of various states. As she pointed out each capital, I would tell her a little about that place and she would listen. Meanwhile, it was my right palm that kept brushing, still very lightly against her bouncy right tit. I let my left hand creep up behind her and the fingers touch her buttocks lightly. This continued for a few more minutes and then I called for a break.

I thought I should make some more progress today.

"Lakshmi, we are very good friends, right?"I asked.

"Yes Uncle."

"I will tell you something. You should not mind."

"You can tell anything, Uncle."

"You have very nice breasts, Laksmi," I said, holding my breath.

She blushed deep red.

"Yes, but they are a little too big uncle. All the boys in my village are after me."

"I bet some of them tried to touch you there."

"Yes, but I allowed only two, my best friends, to just touch them."

"I am your best friend too, Lakshmi, can I touch them?"

"But you are not a boy, Uncle, you are a man."

I kept mum. After a few seconds, she said, "But you are my best friend too. Do you really want to touch them, Uncle?"

"Yes, I really want to touch them, like a game," I replied.

"Okay, you can touch them a little," she said.

I was already excited with anticipation.

I cupped her right breast in my right palm, even as my left hand went around her left shoulder and accessed her left boob. Holding her young treasures in my palms, I gently pressed them once and then squeezed them lightly.

Lakshmi closed her eyes and made a small sound like a stifled moan.

Without letting up, I continued the light squeeze for a few minutes. I could feel her young, maiden boobs reacting to the male touch, as her small nipples began hardening and could be felt lightly against my palms. Her tits felt divine to touch, unbelievable in their tightness, bounce and shape.

I moved my right hand away for a second and touched the swell of her right her breast that was spilling over her blouse top. It was satin smooth and warm to the touch and dimpled against my finger when pressed. 

When my hand made its first contact with the bare flesh, Lakshmi moaned a little and moved a little closer to me. I didn't want to push her too fast, but at the same time not to let go while the going was good.




A Seducer at Sixty Ch. 02



"Do you like my touching, Laksmi?" I asked her softly.

"Yes, Uncle, your hands are big but your touch is soft."

I let my fingers slip in a little more into her blouse, making a little more contact with her bare flesh. She didn't say anything more and I felt encouraged.

Taking my fingers off, I quickly unhooked the top too hooks of her blouse. My hands were now able to fondle more area of her big boobs; the top half of her jugs. Her breathing quickened now and she never had this sort of pleasure, obviously. 

I whispered in her ear that she has the most wonderful boobs and I really loved playing with them. 

From the partly opened top of her blouse, her white bra holding the big boobs in position was visible. I slipped my right hand forefinger under her bra top edge and going a little south touched her little, hardening nipple with my finger tip. 

At this first male contact with her erotic nipple, there was a quick intake of breath by my pupil that was music to my ears.

As my finger tip rubbed against her small, erect nipple, I knew I had scored a goal and this virgin girl would be putty in my veteran hands. 

All I have to do is not to rush, not to hurt her, not to let her fear me. I have to take her there slow and steady, making her want it as much as me or even more. That is the way to play this game.

I managed to slip in my thumb too under her bra and started rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and her reaction was amazing. She quickly reached behind and unhooked her bra. Thus, under the partly open blouse her bra came loose and my hands gained instant access to her full breasts.

I fondled both her boobs to my heart's content, squeezing them, tracing her aureole with my finger tips, tweaking her nipples and rolling them. 

Bringing my lips close to her right ear, slowly nibbling it, I whispered, "Is it nice, Baby, do you like it? Do you like uncle playing with your nice boobs?"

"Uncle, it feels so good, your hands are so wonderful and I simply love the touching."

"I am glad that you like it, Baby. We should stop now and I should leave before Murty wakes up. I will come again tomorrow. We will continue our lessons," I winked at her.

"Yes, Uncle," she blushed at my wink.

Before we left the room, I stood in front of her and pulled her into an embrace. She came in willingly and I felt her bouncy breasts squashed against my chest, even as my hands went around her smooth slim waist. I kissed her gently on her wet, shining lips, just brushing them with my lips.

"Just to show how much I like you, baby," I said, at my seductive best.

She blushed deep red and hid her face in my chest. We savored the closeness for a few more seconds before breaking off. I left quietly without waking up Murty.

That night, in bed, I reviewed the progress I made and was satisfied with it. I told myself not to get complacent or take anyone or anything for granted. Life had a way of throwing surprises at you and one could only minimize their impact by adequate advance planning. This had always been my approach.

Next day, I arrived at Murty's place a few minutes after two in the afternoon and was greeted by a smiling Lakshmi at the door. We made it quietly to the upstairs and the guest bed room which looked much better and cleaner than the day before. Obviously, she cleaned it up.

Laksmi looked beautiful and cute in a red blouse and petticoat with a light pink colored half sari. We sat down on the sofa close together and she opened her General Knowledge Book. 

I started her on a lesson on the population, rainfall and climates of each state. The lesson progressed well for about half an hour and then I said we would take a break. Lakshmi nodded her head eagerly and I could see a look of anticipation in her.

"I will ask you a few questions and you must answer them honestly, okay?" I asked.

She nodded.

"When you went to bed last night, did you think of the game we played?" I asked her.

She blushed and lowered her head while nodding it.

"Did you think of the way my hands squeezed your boobs?" 

"Yes, uncle," she said, as if in a whisper.

"Do you want uncle to fondle them again, baby?" I asked, my voice shook a little with desire.

She nodded.

"You must answer clearly, Lakshmi, not just nod," I said.

"Yes, uncle, I want you to touch and press my boobs," she shook like a leaf as she said that.

"Come and sit in Uncle's lap, baby."

Obediently she came to me and sat in my lap. As my hands went to her front, I gently pulled the half sari away from her blouse. Her full boobs, ensconced in the red blouse, stood out erect and proud. As my hands cupped them, Lakshmi gave a moan of pleasure.

I proceeded to unhook her blouse and after unhooking two hooks, I was in for a very pleasant surprise. She wore no bra and only the blouse covered her magnificent tits. Obviously, Lakshmi liked my fondling and prepared for it and the thought excited me. 

It is much easier to seduce a willing victim! I removed the blouse completely, revealing her breasts in all their naked glory for the first time.

They were truly magnificent. Her bra was probably a 28 C. They were perfect round spheres and at the center of the orbs were her small, pink nipples that were very shapely and were very inviting to me. Her aureole was light brown colored small circles around her nipples. It was all perfect geometry.

As my hands got hold of their naked fullness and started squeezing and kneading them gently, I started to have a stiff erection. Though I had my share of women, it was a veritable treat for a horny sixty year old to grab and fondle such majestic, virgin boobs. 

She wiggled a little as she felt my bulge poking at her bottom. Time for more lessons for my dear pupil, I thought.

"Your tits are wonderful, baby. Do you like my hands on them?" I whispered.

"Yes, Uncle, press them and fondle them, it feels so good."

I rolled her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, making them stiff and hard. I reversed my palms and let my hairy back hands rub her sensitive tips in an erotic move.

"Do you like my hairy hands on your soft tits, my baby?" I whispered.

She shivered and pressed my hands harder against her bosom, her own hands rubbing the hairs of my hand on her erect nipples. She moaned a little more.

I gently lifted her a little from my lap and turned her around and set her on the sofa again, her back against the pillow on the hand rest. I bent my head a little and brought my lips close to her golden globes and gently kissed her boobs for the first time. 

My tongue was out and it flicked her now erect nipples -- first the right one and then the left one. Wetting her aureole with my tongue, flicking at her nipples, I started lapping her virgin boobs.

Lakshmi was hot now, her eyes shut, body hot and shaking a little, lips wet and perspiration on her upper lip, boobs heaving, her breath fast. In that passionate state, I gently lifted her and lay her on the comfortable double bed.

I sat next to her and while continuing to fondle her with one hand, I found the string of her petticoat and gently tugged it open. Slowly I pulled it down her hot body and when she lifted her bottom a little, my job was made easy. The petticoat now joined the blouse on bed side and she was now clad only in a soft white cotton panties.

I marveled at her absolutely flat tummy with a small round sexy navel, her very slim waist and her smooth lower abdomen, her complexion a nice medium fair, her skin all smooth and blemish less. I quickly removed my own shirt, vest and trousers and clad only in my jockey shorts, I lay down next to her and pulled her gently to me.

She opened her eyes and looked at me. She had a confused and scared look. Obviously, she was going through conflicting emotions. Her body liked what I have been doing to her and responding well with its own passion. But her mind is probably telling her that she is treading a dangerous path and should stop. 

My first duty was therefore to assure her that all would be well.

"Don't worry and don't be tense, Baby. Everything is going to be fine."

"I like you a lot and you also like me. You are an young girl of nineteen with a wonderful body. Your body has certain sexual needs and desires which need to be fulfilled. Are you not eating when you are hungry? It is the same way with sex. When the body is hungry with desire it needs sex." "What is important is it should be safe and should be with someone you love. You are an innocent girl and it is best that you learn all about sex from someone you can trust and someone you like. I want to be your teacher and I will teach you all about it - in a safe way and with love." I said with all sincerity I could muster.

There it is. I made my sales pitch to this young virgin girl from a village. How is she going to react? Will she accept me as her teacher or will she see through it as a charade? I waited with bated breath, literally.

"Are you sure it will be safe, uncle? That I will not get into any trouble?" she asked in a low voice.

"Yes, baby, I guarantee that it will be absolutely safe. I will never do anything that will put you in trouble. We will play it very safe." I assured her sincerely.

She nodded and nuzzled close to me.

I took her face in my hands and kissed her deeply on her mouth. Her lips were like rose petals and I took her lower lip between my lips and sucked on it lightly. As she responded eagerly our lips locked. My tongue was into her virgin mouth and probing its softness when it encountered her tongue. They started sparring each other.

As I hugged her tightly, her bouncy boobs were squashed against my hairy chest of which I was genuinely proud of. 

"Do you love my hairy chest against your boobs, Lakshmi?"

"Yes, Uncle, it is so good to have all that hair rub my boobs, it is so hot."

My hand went to her panties and I rested my right palm gently on her small mound and gave it the lightest squeeze. Her whole body shook and she shivered.

"That is your honey pot, baby and uncle is going to make your honey flow."

Holding her tightly in my embrace, I let my hairy thighs rub lightly against her slim, toned thighs and rubbed my bulge against her crotch. My cock made a big tent in my jockey shorts and I let this poke her pussy lips through her soft panties. 

My hands held her small and tight buttocks. It was an exquisite feeling -- the rubbing of my cock against her virgin pussy...only a little thin clothing separating them.

"Do you like my hard cock rubbing your virgin pussy, Lakshmi?" I asked her.

"It is very nice, I am burning there, it is so hot, Uncle" she moaned.

I pulled my shorts down and my erect cock sprang out. It is about six inches long when erect, average thickness and shapely. It's big plus is it can stay hard for a long time and that is most necessary when you want to satisfy any woman. Considering that I am sixty, I am proud of the prowess of my dick.

I gently pulled her soft hands and put them on my hot, naked cock. The first touch of a male cock does wonders to a girl and Lakshmi was no exception. With a shiver and a quick intake of breath, her fingers curled around my tool and squeezed it gently. I was in heaven.

I slowly inserted my right hand into the front of her panties and touched her virgin pussy the first time. There was a very light pubic hair and that too was at the top. It was a very small, compact, smooth pussy that my hand touched. 

The slit was small between the outer lips and looked pinkish and a little wet. As my finger tip touched and probed it a little, the slit opened a little more to reveal her pinkish entrance.

Kissing her some more on her sweet lips, I held my cock in my right hand and rubbed it lightly against the exterior of her smooth pussy and along the slit. My cock was now fully erect and throbbing and I gently rubbed the pink slit of her pussy with the smooth and wet tip of my cock.

Lakshmi looked at it with fear and desire. She very much wanted to experience her first fuck. But she was also scared at the prospect of this long tool piercing her and the pain it could cause her. It was time that I put her at ease.

"Baby, Your pussy is so beautiful and cute and It is ready to be fucked with love," I whispered.

"Isn't my pussy too small, Uncle? Your cock is so big? How can it go in? It will kill me," she sounded really scared.

"Don't worry, baby, it doesn't happen that way. We will do it slow and steady, real nice. You know that as a virgin you will feel a very light pain when entered first time. But that hardly lasts and it is over before you even realize. Then onwards it is only pleasure."

She calmed down with my assurances and said, "Please don't hurt me and be careful," as she opened her young legs wide and closed her eyes.

She looked vulnerable lying on her back and waiting to be made love to...she also was the object of my intense desire.

I pushed my erect cock into her virgin cunt; a few millimeters at a time. It was so tight, warm and smooth inside her that words are not adequate to describe the feeling. 

As I kept pushing, a little at a time, I felt her hymen touching my tip. I pulled back a few millimeters and with a little more pressure pushed in and pierced my way through it, breaking it.

Laksmi's thoughts:

I felt uncle's hot cock entering my cunt and it felt so good. For so many years, I had fantasies of getting fucked, particularly when I masturbated with my fingers in my bed at nights.

I always wanted to get fucked by some nice, urbane, sophisticated man; not by a rough, village ruffian. Uncle is so good and nice to me and though he is little old, his body is very fit and his cock is very nice- hot, long and thick.

As he pressed a little at a time, I suddenly felt this searing pain as if something broke. In my head, I felt a sort of red explosion and I cried out loud but my cries were muffled in his hairy chest. 

His hands were comforting me and he was whispering, "It is over, baby". The pain reduced greatly and in a few seconds it was just a dull throb.

As my thoughts returned to this first fuck, his cock continued to push into me, a little at a time and I started feeling proud of myself and my small cunt... I was always scared that it was too small and I wouldn't be able to take in a big cock. I was now relieved that this myth had exploded. 

I felt uncle's wonderful cock filling my interior and my depth. Slowly, he started moving it in me like a piston; forward and backward -- again and again...so this is fucking, I thought as my cunt adjusted to the motion.

As I slowly pumped her, I could feel my own excitement nearing explosion. I needed to be very careful to make it safe and couldn't take any chances with this virgin girl for her sake and mine.

"I am going to make it very safe for you now, baby," I said.

I slowly pulled out my cock and put on my favorite KS condom, as she opened her eyes and watched with interest. I put my now sheathed cock back into her tight cunt slowly and started a slow fuck. 

Like most men, I didn't really liked using a condom, but as they say, it is better to be safe than sorry. Till an alternative arrangement could be made, this was the best way.

As I quickened my thrusts, I could feel here inner muscles clutching my cock through its motion and the heat and wetness of her virgin pussy and the days of foreplay I had with her, all made me come sooner than normal and I exploded in her with a burst.  

She was moaning lightly through the whole fuck and I wasn't too sure whether she had an orgasm or not. But, as a veteran I knew that she would like it much better in the next round.

After a couple of minutes, I pulled out my limping cock and went to the bathroom. I was relieved to see no tell tale evidence of blood but just a few tiny spots on the condom. 

When I returned I looked at the bed sheet and found it devoid of any blood stains, though crumpled. Lakshmi understood my searching glances and I could see that she was relieved too.

As we lay next to each other, I took her in my arms and gently kissed her on her lips.

"How are you feeling, Lakshmi?" I asked her tenderly.

"I am alright now, Uncle. Like you said it hurt a lot then but is okay now. The pain is almost gone. Was I nice for you?" she asked, innocently.

"You were very good. I am so happy that I am your first lover. Your virgin pussy is incredible. I hope you liked my cock in there."

She blushed deep red.

I started fondling her full breasts and tweaking her nipples. Bringing my mouth close to her right breast, I started licking her aureole with my tongue, tracing the perfect circle. 

Clamping my lips on her small pink nipple, I started sucking it. Lakshmi moaned softly as i sucked on and nibbled it very lightly. My right hand was busy fondling her left tit. I let my other hand find her pussy and my searching fingers soon found her small and erect clit.

As I rubbed and rolled her clit delicately, Lakshmi raised her ass a little to get more of my hand's surface against her pussy. Slowly I rubbed my middle finger along her slit and found it much wetter than earlier. 

Pushing it a little more into her, I felt the wetness has spread around and her interior was more wet and juicy. I could feel the heat emanating.

Laying her gently on her back on the bed, I squatted in front of her on my knees. Making her fold her legs at knees, I got hold of her thighs and gently pried them apart while pushing her bent knees backwards. 

Her young pink flower now opened to me and was throbbing with its own life and wetness. I slowly put the crown of my now throbbing cock at the pink opening, dipped a few millimeters into it and waited for her reaction. 

She had her soft palms on my buttocks and raising her own ass a little, she pushed on my buttocks firmly indicating that she wanted to be penetrated a lot more. I slowly pushed my cock in and it went in more easily than earlier into her tight cunt.

The feeling of a cock clamped tight by young, soft and hot vaginal love muscles, that have their own dynamics, is heavenly and too divine to be expressed adequately in words.

I started fucking my young virgin Venus with several small strokes interspersed with a full deep stroke, repeating the cycle and enhancing the pressure for both of us. 

Soon, she was countering my thrusts and I knew that all was well now with my young maiden.

"I have to put the cover on to make it safe, baby and I want you to put it on me," so saying I pulled out my cock.

As I took out a new condom and inserted my tip into it, Lakshmi slowly unrolled the sheath along the length of my shaft tenderly with her soft hands.

Pushing her on her back, I entered her once again, fully sheathed. As my cock achieved its first full penetration of her young, hot, juicy cunt, she moaned a deep sigh.

As I pumped her vigorously, she raised her ass and thrust against me with her youthful energy and soon we were in frenzy. It suddenly dawned on me that Lakshmi was only the second virgin I fucked in my life; the first one was my wife Aarti. 

That thought enhanced my pleasure manifold, even as I felt Lakshmi in throes of her first big orgasm. I stroked faster and faster and suddenly realized that I was ejaculating with such a force that I had not experienced in a long, long time.

Our heaving bodies rolled to the edge with increasing speed and suddenly we both were thrown over the edge, falling off into the deep abyss, feeling weightless but still in our mutual embrace, thankfully.

It took us a few minutes to recover our breath and the young maiden opened her eyes and smiled a little shyly. I kissed her tenderly on her forehead and hugged her.

"You were wonderful, Lakshmi," I said, sincerely.

"It was very nice for me too uncle, I never knew it would be so much pleasure."




A Seducer at Sixty Ch. 02



"It would only get better from here, Baby," I assured her.

Soon we got up, cleaned up and dressed. It was nearing Four and Murty would wake up anytime. With the weekend coming up, Rekha would be at home and the earliest we could meet was only next Monday. We made a date for Monday and after kissing her goodbye, I left.

As I was driving home, Rekkha called me on my mobile.

"How are You, Uncle?" 

"I am fine, how is my Baby doing," I asked lovingly.

"Your baby is all horny and hot. I will come to you by two in the afternoon tomorrow. Keep Junior all ready for me, Sekhar," she crooned sexily.

Life is getting to be a bit hectic at Sixty, I thought, but no complaints.

Absolutely no complaints!!

*

 Readers might see a chapter three, sometime later. I do not know. It all depends on what Rekha and Lakshmi have in store for me.



A Seducer at Sixty Ch. 03



A Seducer at Sixty – Chapter # 3

 Guardian's Angel

This story is the third in the series about Sekhar, the sixty year old stud. It took a long time coming. I hope you will like it, like you did his two earlier stories.

Life was indeed hectic for the sixty year old Sekhar, pleasuring the middle aged and very passionate Rekha and the young maiden Lakshmi. Even as he enjoyed immensely these affairs, he knew it was too good to last. And it all came to an unexpected and rather abrupt ending when Raghu got promoted and was transferred to Delhi. Rekha's bank accepted her request for a transfer to Delhi. My good friend Murthy, wisely, chose to move with his son rather than stay alone. Lashmi's parents soon fixed a matrimonial alliance for her and she was asked to return to her village.

Sekhar managed to have passionate and emotional farewells with both his ladies. It was good in a way for Sekhar, that his wife Sumana returned from USA soon after this and he once again settled down to his sedate life style with Sumana providing him a comfortable home and adequate care. He was being a good boy again and the erotic alliances with Rekha and Lakshmi were soon fond memories only.

One day when Sekhar returned home from work he found Sumana was carrying out a telephone conversation with her dear friend Aarti who lived in Mumbai. The talk ended a few minutes later and Sumana briefed him on the gist of her talk. Aarti and her hubby Ramana were their close friends for a long time. Both families often visited each other and they always stayed in touch.

The Ramanas have a lone child Anupama who was working as a software engineer in Bangalore. Her company had transferred her to their office in our city and the Ramanas wanted to know if Sekhar and Sumana could take her in as a paying guest. They were very keen that Anu (her short name) should stay with them because that would ensure her comfort and safety. Sekhar and Sumana liked the idea as they would have the company of a young and lively Anu of whom they were very fond of and there was no problem for accommodation.

So, Sumana called back her friend and told her they would love to have Anu live with them. Their only condition was that she would stay as their 'guest' and not as 'paying guest'!

Very soon Anu came to live in with them.

Anu was a twenty five year old girl. After graduating with honors in engineering from a prestigious school, she was working with a big MNC as a software engineer. She was a tall, very fair and slim girl with very delicate features, a figure like Sharapova and was very pretty indeed. Had she not chosen to be an engineer, she could have certainly tried her hand at modeling as a profession. She was a very sweet kid and was very much at home with the Sekhars, having known them right from her childhood. She was comfortable in her new surroundings and adjusted very well.

It was a couple of months later that our story begins.

Sumana received a SOS from her daughter in USA asking her to rush there to help at home, as she was deputed to a client site for two months by her inconsiderate company. Sumana told Anu and her mother about this sudden development. Everyone discussed with everyone else and at the end of it all, it was decided that Anu would continue to be their guest and Sumana hired a lady cook who would come in the morning and cook food for them. A maid was already there for other domestic chores.

It was a satisfactory arrangement that worked earlier for them and Sumana felt that it would work equally well now. Also, Anu reportedly told her mom that she was very comfortable at uncle's place and wouldn't like to relocate. Thus, Sumana left for USA leaving Sekhar and Anu behind.

They settled down to a comfortable routine. They normally saw each other only in the evenings at dinner. They would chat up for a few minutes, heat up the dinner, eat it, clean up and then she would go to her bed room while he stayed a little longer in the living room to watch TV. She left very early, around seven in the morning, when he was still in the gym working on the treadmill. She drove her own car to work.

As was the norm with MNCs, she had a five day week. Friday evenings, she normally went partying with her friends and returned home late in the night. The apartment was a penthouse and when one reached it by the elevator , one needed to open the entrance door with a key. Sekhar gave her the spare key so that she could come and go on her own. When Sumana was in town, on Saturdays, they usually went out to have dinner. Sekhar and Anu continued that practice. 

Thus it was a Friday night and Sekhar went to bed at eleven. Anu hadn't yet returned but he wasn't worried. She normally returned around mid night on fridays. He drifted into sleep and it was the ringing of his mobile that woke him up. He was still a little groggy when he answered the phone.

The caller said, "Good evening uncle, I am Sub inspector Satyamurty here. I am your friend Ranganath's son, sir. Remember me?"

"Hello Satyamurty, of course, I remeber, how are you? What is the matter?" Sekhar asked.

"No uncle, nothing serious, there is a young lady here. Says her name is Anupama and you are her uncle. I am just confirming it with you."

"What happened to her? Is she alright? Was there an accident?" Sekhar shot several questions at a time, very concerned.

"No, uncle, she is fine, she was stopped by us for drunken driving. Don't worry, sir, I will drive her home and bring her there in a few minutes. I will take care of everything."

Sekhar was fully awake and concerned now. What the hell? Anu caught for drunken driving!! Well, you never know with kids these days! How lucky for them it was Satyamurty who caught her and not someone else! He has to handle this very carefully, he kept telling himself. His mobile rang again and Satyamurty asked him to come down to the parking lot in a few minutes.

As Sekhar waited there, her Santro Xing came in, driven by Satyamurty who was dressed in civilian clothes and therefore didn't attract the attention of the security guard at the gate. He got off from the car and briefed Sekhar on what had happened.

Satyamurty and his staff were on a routine check that night and stopped several cars and did breathe analyzer test on 'suspicious looking' people. Anupama looked dazed and drunk and so was pulled aside. Luckily for her, the mention of Sekhar's name and address saved her. Sekhar thanked him profusely and assured him that she would not repeat her mistake again. When he left, Sekhar walked to the car and got into the driving seat.

He drove the car into the reserved slot and parked it there. He got off quickly, walked to the passenger door and opened it for her. Anu, who was silent the whole time, bowed her head down avoiding his eyes as she got off the car and stood unsteadily on her feet. Sekhar put his right arm around her shoulders in a supportive gesture and they walked to the elevator. Once they reached the penthouse and got inside, Anu literally ran to her room closing the door behind her.

Sekhar walked down to the living room and sat on a sofa. He heard Anu rushing to the bathroom and then retching sounds. He knew that he should allow her some time alone and privacy. If he rushed in now to help, she would feel greatly humiliated and hurt. He decided that he would handle the issue with kid gloves and treat it as a minor aberration, quite common at that young age.

After about half an hour, he got up, walked to her bed room door and knocked softly. There was no response. He gently pushed the door open and walked into the room. The light was on and Anu lay sprawled across the bed and in deep slumber. To him she looked literally knocked out. As he walked closer to the bed, he could see that she was sweating profusely and there were dark patches on her shirt and trousers where bits of vomit fell. She looked in great disarray and helpless; like a ragged doll.

Sekhar felt a swell of sympathy for the girl. He could't leave her to sleep like this in those stinking clothes. She needed to clean up and she was not in a position to do it herself. He had no other option except to do it himself.

He went to the bathroom and came back with a couple of clean towels and a bucket of lukewarm water. He dipped a towel in the water making it just a little damp and set out to first wipe her brows and face clean. He cleaned her chin and the corners of her mouth tenderly, wiping away small specks of vomit and dirt.

Anu was wearing a shirt that had buttons in the front and a trouser. Sekhar knew he had no option but to remove both these garments if he wanted to clean her up. He slowly unbuttoned the shirt with care making sure that his hands were steady and only touched the buttons. As he removed the last button, he held the two halves of the shirt in his hands and opened it out slowly. She was wearing a cream color bra which was holding her small and compact breasts.

Sekhar knew she was a small breasted girl and her breasts were just a little further down her chest than normal. Now, as he looked at them ensconced in her bra, they looked very cute and compact, like small ripe oranges. They tended to be a little conical than a perfect circle and only a small swell was visible above the cups of the bra. Through the thin material of the bra, he could see small perfect circles of areole and her nipples were small too and perfectly shaped.

Sekhar took a damp towel and started wiping her mid riff, her throat and the exposed area above her bra. Her throat was long and perfectly shaped. Her skin was a creamy complexion and as he wiped it clean, he saw it had a glow of its own.

Seeing her thus, he debated whether he should remove the bra. There was no point in cleaning up just a part of her, he told himself; at least the top of her. He looked for any signs of her waking up and found none. Her breathing was even and steady and she was literally out. As she was lying on her back, he needed to turn her on her side in order to unhook her bra.

With his right hand he gently held her bare right shoulder and turned her on her side, holding her waist in his left hand to prevent her from turning over completely. Thus, for the first time, his hands came into contact with her bare skin. His fingers felt the satin smoothness of her waist which was both soft and warm to his touch. He had this strong urge to let his hand wander all over her waist and belly but resisted it.

Holding her tenderly on her side, his hand reached for and unhooked the creamy colored bra. As he slowly turned her over on to her back, he gently pulled away her bra from her breasts. He stole a quick glance at the small, compact, tight looking, young breasts with their proud nipples before he started wiping them gently with the wet towel, taking care to see that his hand never touched, even fleetingly, her breasts.

His mind was in turmoil. As he cleaned her breasts, one part of him wanted to reach out, touch, fondle and squeeze those young boobs and feel those pink nipples harden as he rolled them between his thumb and forefinger. Wouldn't that be heavenly, he thought? No, you are her guardian and you don't take advantage of an unconscious girl, the other part said.

Soon he finished cleaning her chest and it was time to do the tougher task. Yes, he had to remove her soiled trousers. It was not complicated at all- there was a zip to undo and the trouser was ready to be pulled down. The open trouser revealed the absolutely bewitching sight of her flat, silken smooth bare belly with the very attractive small, circular and deep navel. His eyes stayed glued to that wonderfully erotic sight for a couple of minutes, taking in all the beauty greedily. His eyes went back, repeatedly, to the curve of her waist as it flared into her bottom.

It was now time for the most important task on hand – yes, he had to pull that trouser away from her body and clean her up. Sekhar knew that he could't do so without touching her. He took another look at the sleeping girl as if confirming to himself that she wouldn't wake up. Pushing his left hand gently under her and resting it between her shapely hips, he gently pushed her up a little simultaneously easing her trouser down with his right hand.

Once the trouser was down half way on her thighs, he pulled out his left hand from under her. Using both hands, he gently pulled the trouser down all the way to her feet and gently eased it off her body.

There she lay in all her naked glory, clad only a semi-transparent cream colored panties that almost blended with her skin. His breath quickened as he looked closely at the nearly naked body of young Anu. Her thighs were long and slender and had a toned look. They were absolutely silken smooth without any hairs. Her legs were long and shapely, like a fashion model's legs.

Sekhar looked at her once again, his gaze starting with her beautiful face and travelling south slowly inch by inch, all the way to her shapely and painted toes. He was overcome with a strong desire to touch her young body. She was in deep, drug induced sleep and she wouldn't know. He would just touch her very tenderly and lovingly and that wouldn't hurt her at all. Nobody, absolutely nobody would know. Who knows, he may never get such a golden opportunity again, he rationalized.

But first thing first, he started cleaning up her lower body with the wet towels; cleaning her slender thighs and slim legs and the exposed part of her bottom that was outside her panties. Once he finished the cleaning, he sat next to her on the bed and started touching her body.

He let his fingertips brush very lightly against her small breasts and felt their heavenly touch- soft and smooth. A slight application of pressure revealed how incredibly tight her young boobs were! Next, he gently cupped and lightly pressed them, while keeping a constant lookout at her face for any signs of her waking up. She continued to sleep soundly. Emboldened, he gently squeezed her boobs and started caressing her nipples.

Her young nipples responded automatically and they grew hard under the erotic male touch and massaging. They were erect, pink delights that set him on fire. Sekhar was strongly tempted to kiss them but didn't dare because he wasn't sure he could stop after that.

Instead he travelled a little down and rubbed her heavenly flat and smooth belly and caressed her navel. He took his own time enjoying the tight and smooth thighs and caressing their entire length with his feathery touch. He finished his erotic touching tour of her body. He walked to her closet and selected a beige colored night robe for her.

As he came back to the bed, a wild thought occurred to him. Why not remove her panties too? His thought process went something like this. When she woke up tomorrow, Anu would realize that she was undressed and cleaned up by Sekhar. How would she react? Considering the events of last evening, she would be scared that Sekhar would report to her parents or at least reprimand her. She would be defensive.

When he does neither, she would be grateful to him for saving her from such a big embarrassment. She would also be grateful to him that he cleaned her up with such tender care (like an uncle) and removed her soiled garments. She had no way of knowing about his 'touching' her and probably wouldn't even think about it. Above all, acute embarrassment will ensure that she would keep totally quiet about last evening.

With such strong reasoning making him doubly confident, Sekhar set out to do something that was not exactly needed...remove her panties.

He was now aroused as his fingers gently got hold of the elastic band of her panties and rolled it down her pert bottom and thighs. At the first sight of her young pussy, his cock literally jumped in his underwear. He pulled her panties down all the way and eased it out.

Her mound had a trimmed, triangular light patch of black pubic hair at the top. At the lower edge were the upper folds of her vagina shrouding her clitoris and further down her vaginal lips and the opening to her Honey Pot. Her nether lips looked absolutely smooth and hairless, obviously waxed with tender care. The opening had that moist and pinkish look that sent waves of passion through him.

After such a visual treat there was no way Sekhar wouldn't touch her pussy. Ensuring that she was still out, he gently touched her young pussy with his fingers, using his lightest feather touch. As his forefinger touched her pinkish slit tenderly, her nether lips quivered a little. Sekhar's finger slid a few millimeters into her juicy, hot cunt.

Mustering all his self control, Sekhar pulled out his fingers as if he were scorched. 

He quickly took the night robe and maneuvered Anu into it. He took all the soiled clothes to her bathroom and dumped them in her laundry basket. He gently lifted her in his arms and lay her properly on the bed with a pillow under her head. Covering her with a light sheet, he set the AC at a comfortable 25C and the fan at medium speed.

He started walking out of the room when he paused and turned around. 

He walked back silently to her bed, looked at her beautiful and innocent face and kissed her very lightly on her forehead, as if bidding her a good night.

Back in his bed, as he closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep, he kept seeing her naked breasts, torso, thighs and her young pussy. His cock was fully erect with lust and desire and recalling the pleasure of fingering that extremely fuckable young pussy of Anu, he masturbated. He ejaculated in big spurts and drifted into sound sleep a little later.

          *********

It was past eight next morning when Anu woke up. She was still a little groggy and disoriented when she opened her eyes for a few seconds and shut them again at the invasion of the daylight. The events of last night came in a flood to her mind; like an action replay on the TV screen. The party, the dancing, the normal cocktails and then what? Someone obviously spiked her drink, she was on a high, the dancing got dirtier and she felt uncomfortable with some unwanted touching and bumping.

She ran off to her car and was driving home and then there was that police check. That sub inspector taking charge of her after talking to uncle on mobile and driving her home. Uncle was there waiting in the car park and took her up. Thank God, he didn't say a word and was very supportive. She remembered rushing to her bathroom and throwing up. Oh, God, what a mess she made and passed out! She must be a wreck!

She got off the bed and walked into the bathroom and looked at the mirror. Fully awake now, she was in for a shock. The bath room was all cleaned up and so was she! She looked at the laundry basket and saw the clothes she wore last evening there. She looked at her own image clad in her night robe and all cleaned up.

Someone had cleaned up the mess in the bathroom, undressed and cleaned her up and dressed her again in her robe while she lay there passed out. Only one person could have done that –uncle Sekhar! At that thought she was flooded with shame. How could she ever look into his eyes again? Her face grew hot and red at the thought of what had happened.

Anu always prided herself that she was a cool person and not too emotional. She thought things out logically, at least most of the time. As she brushed her teeth, she calmed down and thought about it dispassionately.

Did uncle have a choice? They were alone at home and there were no close friends nearby. Even if someone were there, it would have been highly embarrassing for everyone. He couldn't just leave her to sleep in that pathetic condition she was, could he? He did the right thing and she was grateful for that.

As she stepped under the shower and the hot shower hit her body, she shut her eyes and tried to imagine the scene. Uncle removing her clothes one by one – did he look at her breasts, did he like them or did he think they were too small? More importantly, did he touch them and feel them? Her pulse quickened and her small pink nipples started hardening at these erotic thoughts.




A Seducer at Sixty Ch. 03



Anu had known Sekhar from her childhood. He always doted on her and he was her favorite uncle. When she was in her early teens she even had a secret crush on him. Sekhar uncle never looked his age and even today she thought he looked great- tall, strong, elegant, manly and assertive. Her parents often called him Superman in jest.

Soaping her body, her thoughts returned to last night. He obviously removed her panties too but was that necessary? May be it was, what is wrong with her! He obviously looked at her pussy. At that thought her pulse quickened. Involuntarily, her hand went to her pussy and her fingers found her small clit and started rubbing it. Did uncle touch her pussy? Did he touch and massage her clit? May be he did. May be he even put his fingers in her and wiggled them. May be he even stroked her inside her pussy with his long fingers.

Imagining his strong, hairy hands on her pussy and his strong male fingers in her wet cunt, Anu fingered herself to frenzy and had a mammoth orgasm.

         **************

It was past nine when Anu walked into the dining area timidly, her head lowered. Sekhar was already at the table eating his breakfast. Seeing her discomfiture, he thought he should put her at ease first.

"Good morning, Anu, would you please make omelets while I make fresh toast." he said.

Anu walked to the fridge, picked up the eggs and walked to the stove. Sekhar kept chatting about the day's news, the weather, the India- Australia one day cricket match scheduled for that afternoon. It was clear to her that he was trying to put her at ease and she was really grateful to him.

They finished their breakfast and then had hot coffee with milk and sugar.

Anu mustered up courage and said softly, "I am sorry uncle, for all the mess last night. Someone spiked my drink at the party and well....."

"Forget it Anu, these things happen, only be careful to avoid driving if you are...unwell. Take a cab or call me, it is safer that way," he said.

The lady who cooked the food for them arrived just then; sparing them from the need to carry on this conversation further. Anu excused herself saying that she had a bit of tidying up to do and Sekhar went to the living room to watch TV.

That evening, Sekhar suggested that they go out for dinner and Anu readily agreed because she thought it was best to establish status quo quickly and get on with her life. Sekhar was relieved that she showed no signs of knowing about his misadventures of the previous night.

They went to a posh restaurant on a small hill overlooking a large lake reflecting the night lights and their table on the terrace offered a grand view of the lake and its surroundings. He ordered a bottle of red wine and asked her to order the food. As he poured the wine into her glass, Anu tried to stop him looking a little uncomfortable.

"Don't worry, I will drive us home and they don't stop old men, normally," he said, smiling.

She smiled too, though a little embarrassed.

They started talking about cricket and movies over the dinner and the wine mellowed them. The evening air had a bit of chill that was quite refreshing. It was well past ten when they reached home. They settled down on separate sofas in front of the Big TV and Anu settled on a music channel after a little surfing.

He took out a half full bottle of cognac and offered Anu the drink. She politely declined saying she had more than enough of wine. She was feeling sleepy and got up from her seat. She walked up to him and he too stood up. Shaking his hand, she said, "Uncle, thank you for taking such good care of me last night and today. Thanks for everything."

Sekhar put his arms around her loosely, gave a light hug and a peck on her forehead. He felt her move a little closer to him and felt her small breasts against his chest and her warm thighs against his. She gave him a peck on his cheek and quickly went off to her room. He was pleasantly thrilled by her response. But he thought that it was probably nothing more than a grateful gesture of an young girl for her uncle who took good protective care of her. Any case, he shouldn't rush this, he thought.

Anu quickly changed into her night robe, switched off the lights and got into the bed. She felt slightly light headed and very happy after all the excitement of past twenty four hours. She loved this evening with Sekhar uncle and their time together. She felt special and protected in his company. Her thoughts went to the hug they had a little while ago. She tried her best to recall every minute detail of that hug and her pulse quickened.

His arms around her felt strong and excited her. When his lips brushed her forehead, she felt a strange urge to get kissed; kissed by him on her lips. She was aghast at her own thoughts and the direction they were taking. She recalled that for a second her breasts came into contact with his chest. She knew that Sekhar had a broad chest and his chest had lots of black hairs. She imagined her young breasts squashed against his hairy chest and her hard nipples getting rubbed by those hairs.

She visualized his thighs which she had seen a couple of times when he was working in the gym. They were strong and muscular and hairy. Wouldn't it be heavenly if her creamy smooth thighs came into intimate contact with those manly thighs? Her breathing quickened now and her hands got into the act.

Her right hand found and cupped her small left breast and squeezed it gently. Her fingers found and started tweaking her hardening pink nipple. Her left hand went down her belly to the upper folds of her pussy, sought and found her small clit shrouded there. As she started massaging it, she shut her eyes and let her imagination run truly wild. 

Wild pictures of uncle making violent love to her made her send her own fingers quickly into her hot and wet cunt and simulate the strokes of uncle's cock. It took but a few seconds for Anu to have an orgasm and she soon drifted into a very sound sleep, her hand still on her young pussy.

Sekhar lay on his bed but couldn't sleep. He thought of the evening and was satisfied that he handled everything right. He had managed to put Anu at ease and wean her away from her harrowing experience of last night. His thoughts returned to that hug. He swore that he hugged her loosely. Yet, her body touched his briefly. Oh, he like the feel of those wonderfully erotic small boobs against his chest and her warm smooth thighs against his. Was that a deliberate move on her part! May be she just got carried away a little!

But he loved it, oh, he loved it a lot!

He had a strong urge to peep into her room and look at her. Yes, he would just look at her and nothing more, he promised himself. He got up and noiselessly tiptoed to her room. He stood listening for a few seconds outside the door. Silence greeted him. He turned the door handle slowly and just pushed the door in a fraction.

The room was dimly lighted by the night lamp and he could see Anu lay on the bed, sound asleep.

After a few seconds, he opened the door more and walked in slowly to her bed side. Anu lay on her back and sound asleep. Her robe was rolled up high on her thighs and her right hand was resting on her mound. His breath quickened at the sight. He wanted to get a better view of that. Holding the edges of her robe he pushed it ever so slowly, a little further up, barring her mound completely. 



He saw that her right hand was resting on her young, flower like pussy and her two fingers were at the pink entrance, partly inside her pink flower. It was so erotic to see her thus that his cock hardened instantly in his pajamas. He started stroking himself, his eyes glued on her sexy cunt. He had this strong urge to ejaculate on her young pussy but controlled himself.

Moving quickly back to his room, he literally ran to his bath room. He stroked himself to frenzy, imagining his cock inside Anu's young, juicy cunt and pounding her, her slender creamy thighs locked around him. Moaning her name softly, he came in big spurts.

        ***************



There was a subtle change in their relationship after that weekend. They started communicating more. They spent the free evening hours together. They started texting each other a couple of times a day, while at work. When they watched TV in the evenings occasionally, they sat together on the bigger sofa. And then there was that occasional touching; innocent enough by itself...just the hands or finger tips, a shoulder here, an arm there, each touch sending tiny electric charges that the other was aware of.

It was on Thursday night while they were having their dinner that Sekhar said, "Anu, I have to go for a day to Bangalore to attend an important meeting. I leave early tomorrow morning and would be back by Saturday morning flight. Can you manage?"

"No problem Uncle, I would be fine," she answered.

"Anu, if you are scared of being alone here tomorrow night, we can ask the maid to sleep here."

"No need for that, uncle. You know our place is perfectly safe. I would come home straight from office tomorrow evening and stay put. Don't worry about me." she said.

When they said good night, Sekhar gave her a hug that was not so loose and had his arms around her slender frame. Anu put her hands around him and rested her head on his shoulder, feeling her breasts nestling against his broad chest. As he gave her a peck on her forehead, she moved even closer to him and felt shivers running down her as she felt her mound and his crotch came into contact for the first time, though separated by several layers of clothing. As his hands cupped her face, she closed her eyes but the expected kiss on the lips didn't materialize.

The shrill ring of the telephone brought them down to earth and they separated instantly as if slapped. He answered the phone. It was her mom Aarti and Sekhar quietly passed on the phone to Anu. Even as she spoke to her mom, he whispered a 'good night', patted her head and went to his room.

Next evening, Anu was back home by seven in the evening. She decided to stay put at home and didn't wish to go out, even though it was a Friday. She had a shower and shampooed her hair. She put on white shorts and a black tank top. She felt like reading a book. She knew Sekhar was a voracious reader. May be she could find a good book in his room. She knew she shouldn't really be going into his room, more so in his absence.

But, she went, anyway.

As she looked around for books, she found his Kindle touch on the bed side cupboard. She knew he bought it last year in USA and had a lot of ebooks on that. Anu knew all about the kindle, though she didn't read too many books. She knew that if she switched on the kindle it would open to the last read page. She was curious to see what Sekhar was reading last. So, she switched on his kindle.

It opened to a page and she started reading. It was a very graphic description of a young woman being taken by her two dominating male lovers. She quickly went to the beginning of the chapter and read the whole chapter. It was from a book by an American lady author and extremely erotic. So engrossed was she in reading the erotica that it was only when she put the kindle down that she realized she lay on his bed.

She was already aroused by what she read, the description of one lover fucking her cunt from the front and another lover taking her in her ass.

The book revealed to her that Sekhar was a very erotic person with a strong libido! Here she was in his bed and she could smell faintly his aroma on the sheets and pillows. She wondered what she would do if he walked in this moment. More importantly, what would he do? She had no doubt that he would undress her and make explosive love. And she would respond with full passion and get fucked by him.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the musical ringtone of her mobile. She ran to the phone and flushed deep red when she realized it was from Sekhar. He asked her how her day was , when she got home etc.

"What were you doing when I called?" he asked.

"No..Nothing" she stammered even as she flushed.

"Were you being naughty?" he joked, not knowing how close he was to the truth.

"No, I was just thinking about you, uncle," she said, truthfully.

"What about me? That I am good or bad?"

"You are very good,uncle and I miss you," she said as her voice shook.

"Oh, Anu, You are a baby and I miss you too, dear," he said tenderly.

"Are coming back tomorrow morning as planned?" she asked.

"Yes, dear, my flight lands at nine and I should be home by ten. We will have a great weekend."

"yes uncle, see you in the morning, good night."

"Good night, baby, take care," he rang off.

When he walked out of the Arrival gate next morning, Sekhar was pleasantly surprised to see Anu waiting there to receive him. She ran to him, gave him a tight hug and his arms tightened around her. To anyone looking at them, it looked a innocuous, typical family reunion – a young girl's reunion with her father or uncle. But, both the participants were aware of the erotic undercurrent of that hug. They walked together, hand in hand, to the car park.

"Why did you take the trouble of coming over all the way to the Airport, this early in the day? I could have taken a cab," he said, gently squeezing her hand.

"I just woke up early and felt like coming," she replied, returning his squeeze.

"Was everything oaky last night? You didn't have any problems at home, did you?"

"No, it was fine. I couldn't sleep well, though," she said softly.

"Probably scared to be alone," he smiled.

"May be that and I missed you too, uncle," she said.

That evening they went to his club. It was the best club in their city and was located in huge, sprawling premises that boasted of a lake and several gardens and lawns, apart from several heritage structures. The club still maintained certain British traditions. Sekhar was a long time member of the club and was well known there. They each had a beer and then he took her to the ball room where a band was in attendance. A few couples were dancing and they watched them from the sidelines for a few minutes.

"Would you like to dance, Anu?" he asked.

"I would love to, Uncle," she replied.

"I am just a novice, let me caution you."

"I will manage," she smiled.

As they danced, Sekhar had one hand on her shoulder and the other around her slim waist. As she moved closer, his palm travelled down a little and came to rest on the small of her back. Her jet black and silken hair smelt of shampoo and was soft against his cheeks. As they moved in harmony her soft cheek brushed against his, time and again.

Anu felt her body mellowing against his strong male body and its proximity. His strong hands were sending small electric charges from where they touched her. She felt dizzy when the light stubble of his cheek abraded on her soft, rosy cheek. It felt delicious and her breasts were responding to the continual brushing against his chest. She felt her nipples harden and wondered if they showed through her bra and T shirt.

After a while the pace slightly quickened and the couples moved much closer and faster. Anu being a youngster was more comfortable at the increased pace and responded by thrusting out her pelvis a little forward and making the all important contact with his crotch. Her breath quickened as she realized that her mound was now rubbing against his bulge. When she thought of what caused that bulge, she felt week in her knees and wet in her pussy.

Sekhar became aware of the reactions they were having on each other's body and liked it immensely. After grinding his bulge against her pelvis a little longer, he broke off and escorted her back to the lawns outside where he selected a table located in a discrete corner.

As they sat, he saw that her face was flushed and she had that slightly glazed look in her eyes. As he looked at her, she actually blushed a little and excused herself.

"I will just freshen up and be back, meanwhile you please order a light dinner," she said.

He ordered Roti, daal and a vegetable. He ordered a bottle of red wine to go with the dinner.

Soon they were eating a delicious dinner and enjoying the wine, avoiding any talk or reference to the dance floor. When they finished eating, the waiter brought them one large strawberry ice cream as ordered. They enjoyed sharing it between them and finished it quickly.

"I am full and bursting at seams," Anu said.

"Let's take a walk along the lake, it is very pleasant," he said.

They walked hand in hand on the pathway alongside the lake. After a few minutes, they were away from the buzz of the club. They did a full round of the perimeter of the lake and settled down on a bench in a secluded corner. The lake waters were sparkling reflections of the moon light and the greenery, the bushes, the cool breeze...all added up to a very comfortable and romantic ambience.

Anu was seated to his right and Sekhar put his right hand over her slender right shoulder and let it rest there. After a few seconds, she moved just a trifle closer to him and as his palm shifted slightly his fingers just touched the top of her right breast, through the soft cotton of her shirt. It was accidental and not planned. But the effect was still the same.

Anu felt the touch electric and shut her eyes. She feigned ignorance and just waited. Sekhar felt the tip of his finger heat up at the point of contact and his pulse quicken. Instinctively, he looked around and was relieved to see that they were alone. He let his palm cup her right breast completely and squeezed lightly. He heard a very light gasp from her and felt her shiver a little. The tip of his forefinger felt her hardening nipple through her T shirt.

Pulling his hand away, he gently cupped her face in both his hands and turned it slowly towards him. Bringing his own face close to her, his lips found her rosy lips and kissed her lightly. Anu felt his kiss tentative and sweet. His breath was hot and his aroma overpowering. The second kiss was wet as he nibbled at her lower lip and sucked, ever so lightly.

Sekhar heard distant foot falls and released her immediately. He got up and pulled her up, simply saying, "Let's go."

As they drove home, the tension in the car was palpable. Each lost in their own thoughts. Sekhar was debating his own conscience. He was not sure if she was a virgin. If she were, then the guilt would weigh very heavily on his conscience. But, what if she was not a virgin? Then, it was much easier to silence his conscience. He was a good friend and they would have sex as good friends have, sometimes. But how should he find out, if she was a virgin or not before making love?

Anu was on cloud nine. Being at that age, she had a lot of latent passion and unfulfilled desires. She was very wary of having relationships with friends. She had sex with a couple of friends so far and except one guy in Mumbai, it wasn't all that satisfactory. She knew she was partly to blame. She felt insecure and unsafe with peers as far as sex was concerned.

Anu knew she felt strangely attracted and safe with Sekhar uncle. She felt that he would take very good care of her, her needs and interests and would never hurt her. It was precisely this feeling that had enhanced her desire in the last few days to have sex with him. She wanted it and wanted it badly. If required, she would take the lead, she decided.

Once home, they both went to their rooms to change. When she walked back into the living room she was dressed in a pink flowered kimono looking extremely desirable. Sekhar was dressed in light blue pajamas and was sipping wine. Anu sat next to him on the smaller cozy sofa and accepted the wine he offered.

Without any preamble, Sekhar started talking to her.

"Anu, I shall not apologize or say that I am sorry because, honestly, I am not. I am strongly attracted to you for some time now. May be it is wrong, socially, for a man of my age to have sex with a girl of your age, more so when you are our guest and I am expected to protect you and be your guardian. But, I am helpless and I desire you strongly. If this shocks you and hurts you then please forgive me and we will never again refer to it. We will forget the whole thing as a bad dream, in that case."




A Seducer at Sixty Ch. 03



Having said his bit, he felt greatly relieved and took a sip of his wine.

Anu was silent for a minute or two and bowed her head down looking at her hands. When she started speaking, her voice was a low whisper.

"Uncle, I am not shocked or hurt. I understand your feelings for me because I have similar thoughts about you. I have been strongly attracted by you for a long time and loved it when we started feeling each other's needs and passion. At twenty five I am not a virgin and I do not have strong moral views against premarital sex. As far as age is concerned, I feel that mutual attraction and chemistry is far more important and it is a personal choice."

Laying down his glass, he stood up and opened his arms for her. Anu came into his embrace quickly and willingly. He cupped her beautiful face in his hands, tilted her chin up slightly and kissed her deeply on her rosy red lips. She responded well and opened her soft and sweet mouth to the intrusion of his tongue. As his tongue darted into the corners of her mouth and tasted her sweetish saliva, it encountered her tongue. As their tips came into contact, electric charge flew down their bodies.

Releasing her mouth, Sekhar effortlessly lifted her body in his arms and she put her slender arms around his neck for support. He carried her into her room and shut the door behind him with his foot. As she lay on the bed, he sat next to her and taking her slender right hand into his hand, he kissed her shapely fingers gently, one at a time. He took her finger tips between his lips and gently sucked them.

He brought his face close to hers and showered her face with tiny kisses. He kissed her eyelids, the tip of her nose and then moved to her shapely throat. As he kissed and started a slow lick of her throat, Anu felt as if she were flying. In all her life thus far, she had never felt such pleasure and joy as she was experiencing now. The tender care with which uncle was kissing her body made her feel so special and good. She felt love flowing into her body with every touch and kiss.

Sekhar stood up and gently lifted Anu and took her to the dresser mirror and slowly set her on her feet. She stood facing the mirror as he hugged her from behind with his hand automatically cupping her breasts. After a few seconds, she eased his hands off her and quickly undid the sash and got out of the kimono. All she now had on her sexy body was a light yellow panties and a matching bra.

Sekhar quickly got rid of his pajamas and her breath quickened as she saw him clad only in his Jockey briefs for the first time. As they reached for each other, his hands went crazy as they felt the smoothness of her slim waist and its curve. Her pulse raced at the site of his broad, hairy chest. She rested her tender palm on his chest hair and rubbed it there, feeling a hot sensation surging through her womanhood.

She whispered, "Remove my bra, uncle."

Her soft words electrified him and even as he tried kissing her, his hands found the clasp of the bra, unhooked it and pulled it away from her body. Her breasts were small and compact shaped like oranges with perfectly circular areole and small pinkish nipples. As soon as they were freed from her bra, she moved quickly pressing them against his hairy chest and moaned softly.

"I fantasized this many a time, uncle," she whispered.

This Anu was a revelation to him. Gone was the shy and reserved girl who talked less. This was a young, sensual woman on fire and he was the source of her transformation, he thought. His heart was full of love for her now and he would make such divine love to her that she would never forget!

Stroking her slender, smooth back with his left hand, he let his right hand into her panties and grabbed her tight, compact ass – first one cheek and then the other, causing her to moan softly again. 

"I love your hands grabbing my buttocks. Rub them with your hairy wrists too," she whimpered.

Her words fuelled the fires of his passion further. As he started rubbing her ass cheeks with his hands as she wanted, he felt her soft hands cupping the big bulge in his briefs and it was he who moaned now. He quickly grabbed the elastic band of her panties and pulled it down her thighs in one quick motion. As it fell around her legs she deftly moved out of it.

He brought his right hand in between them and grabbed her hot young pussy, his hand shaking a bit with his passion.

"Oh, god..." she moaned.

"Is it good? Do you like my hand on your pussy?" he asked, hoarsely.

"Oh, it is far better than my imagination, uncle. I love the way your big hand is cupping my pussy. Please be gentle in squeezing it, don't hurt me much." She whimpered.

He found her talk very erotic and a new experience. She was definitely fuelling his passions, knowingly or unknowingly, he wasn't sure, yet. His thumb found her clit shrouded in the folds and he started massaging it, a small bud, now responding. He started rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.

"Oh, love you doing that instead of me, uncle," she moaned, as his middle finger sought the small, wet opening between her pink, wet nether lips.

As he pushed his finger into her very wet cunt, she tightened her grip on his big erection still trapped in his briefs. As he made to release his cock from the constraints, she pushed his hand away playfully.

"Take my cock out, baby," his voice was thick with passion.

"I am scared, uncle," she said softly.

"Why?"

"It feels very big and you will try to put it in my small pussy and tear it off."

Omg! This girl is really killing me with her erotic uttering, he thought.

"Anu baby, don't worry, my dick would be nice and good to you, it won't hurt you."

Slowly, she put her tender hands inside the band of his briefs and eased it over his fully erect cock, pulled them down his legs and dropped them. Then she grabbed his long, thick and fully erect cock in both hands and it literally jerked.

"Oh, uncle, you are so big. It is so long and thick. It is beautiful."

Exactly the kind of words any man loves to hear, more so a older man wooing a much younger woman!

"I want to show you how much I love it."

So saying, she knelt down before him and quickly clamped her wet, rosy lips on his cock. As she rolled her hot, pink tongue on the helmet, he almost burst in her mouth. It was so unexpected and erotic!!

Her hands travelled the full length of his shaft and while the left hand started stroking him slowly, the right found his wild pubic bush and her palm and fingers got very active there. She loved grabbing a handful of the curly pubic hair and pulling it, playfully. Though it hurt a little at times, he let her play and enjoy.

She stopped kissing the tip, pulled out for a second and then wetting her lips again and opening her mouth wider into a 'O', she took him into her mouth. He grabbed her head and his fingers curled around her hair and moved her head a little around, positioning her perfectly. When he tried to push himself fully into her mouth, she resisted and held him back. He realized that she wanted to do it at her own pace and didn't like rushing.

When she came up for breath, he sat on the edge of the bed and she kneeled on the carpeted floor in front of him. She found a few drops of pre cum on his tip and her tongue licked them and transferred them to her lips. She then took him into her mouth slowly, an inch at a time. Her mouth was hot, wet, soft and as his helmet approached her throat, he could feel her soft walls all around him.

He was highly excited by her ministrations and the hot mouth and felt he would burst soon.

"If I don't pull out, I am going to explode in your mouth, baby," he almost shouted.

As if in reply, she pulled him in even more and her hands squeezing his tight ass, pushing him deeper into her mouth, indicating what she wanted. He moved faster in her mouth, fucking her with all his passion. After a couple of minutes he let go in a hot burst.

Anu felt his sperm coming in hot jets, initially gagged a little but then swallowed it all. Every time she felt the hot sperm going down her throat, her pussy literally convulsed.

When he stopped ejaculating completely, she came up for breath and he released her head. As he made to move away from her mouth, she stopped him with her hand and taking his now spent cock back in her cute mouth, she licked its full length, swallowing the remains of his sperm, literally cleaning up his penis dry. He was amazed by her act.

When Sekhar finally flopped on his back, totally spent, she joined him there, resting her head on his strong right arm and shoulder and her face resting against his chest. Her long and shapely leg was thrown over his groin and her mound rested against his right hip bone. Her hand found and started caressing his now limp penis and his balls.

"Anu, you were truly wonderful back there, baby," he said.

"Oh, uncle, it was so good. It was filling my mouth and tasted so good. I always wanted to suck a cock like that, it was glorious."

There she goes again, my utterly horny and erotic niece, he thought, happily.

"Tell me uncle, the other night when I passed out and you cleaned me up, did you touch me? Touch my boobs and my pussy?" she asked, in all earnestness.

Sekhar remained silent for a few seconds wondering what he should say. He decided to tell her the truth.

"Yes, baby, I touched your boobs, tweaked your nipples. I just felt your pussy, cupped it for a few seconds and let my finger tip in a few millimeters for a few seconds. Are you upset with me, honey?" he asked.

"I would have been more upset had you not touched me. As it is, I am upset that you didn't push your finger all the way in and wiggled it," she said mischievously.

"Uncle, you do love my pussy, don't you?" she added.

''Oh, baby, I love it. It is so, small, compact and cute."

"Then play with it uncle, play using your hands and fingers, your lips and tongue," she sounded and looked real naughty and sexy as she said that.

He got up and sat next to her as she bent her legs at knees and raised them resting her feet on the bed and then opened her legs wide. He slowly brought his face close to her young pussy and its hidden pleasures. Anu felt his hot breath on her nether lips and slit and quivered in anticipation.

She felt the flick of his tongue's tip as he started a slow lick from the northern end ,down the middle, along the folds, the slit and the entrance, a little down and then retrace the route. His tongue sought and found her small clit shrouded in the folds and teased it with quick licks. Her breathing quickened as his tongue reached her small wet opening between her pink lips. As his tongue slid into her hot, juicy cunt the first time, she convulsed and tried to push his head deep into her.



Sekhar decided that he would tease her a little and then make her cum. His tongue licked the wet inside walls of her pink lips first, reveling in the soft wetness there. As he pushed his tongue further down her vaginal passage, his lips chomped on the opening and started a slow suck of her juices. His tongue was now restless and exploring the wet inside walls and tasting her young vulva. His nose was rubbing against her vaginal folds and his chin rested at the bottom of her 'V' and rubbing her ass, off and on.

Anu was on cloud nine. She had never had her pussy eaten. She only read about it. And here was her big uncle eating her pussy to glory and sending her into a delirium. His tongue was such a great tool setting her on fire and his lips were sucking her juices out. The slurping sounds he made and the squishy state of her cunt was sending delirious signals of pleasure to her brain. As she floated, she had this feeling of a sudden free fall and she pressed his head harder against her cunt. She raised her hips and started thrusting herself against his hot mouth.

She had a feeling of a flood gushing down her vagina that was the beginning of an intense orgasm that drowned her in sensual ecstasy. Her eyes shut and she floated oblivious to her surroundings. He was moved by the intensity of her orgasm and was proud to have caused it. His love and admiration for this beautiful and erotic girl were going up by the minute.

It was after a full five minutes that Anu opened her eyes and smiled happily at him.

"Wow, that was incredible, uncle. I never knew that a woman could have such a powerful orgasm by oral sex. I almost fainted," she blushed as she said that.

Overcome with love, he kissed her deeply on her mouth.

"Wow! that tastes incredible. Our mouths were full of other's juices and now we kissed and they mingle to produce a great taste, isn't that a nice thought, uncle?" she said.

"I will tell you what is incredible. It is you, Anu, you are truly incredible," Sekhar said in all earnestness.

"Incredible we both are, but, we need to charge our batteries a little before the next act. Let's hug each other and fall asleep for a while," she said smiling.

Nestled against her uncle, totally nude, with her leg thrown over him, her face against his chest, she slipped into sound sleep well before Sekhar did.

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A few hours later he woke up from sleep. He felt soft hands caressing his chest and groin. As he opened his eyes, Anu smiled sweetly and kissed him lightly on his lips.

"Hmmm, what a way to wake up!" he murmured.

Her hands started stroking his semi hard penis which was responding very quickly to them. Sekhar let his hand find her pussy and was delighted to find her opening all wet and promising. Her pink lips quivered a little as he pushed a finger in and started wiggling. She moaned softly and raised her pelvis indicating that she wants more penetration. His cock was fully erect now and jumping around in her hands.

He got up from the bed and stood by the side, his cock majestic and fully extended. Anu sat on the bed looking at it longingly. There was a look on her face that was a combination of deep desire and a little apprehension.

"Uncle, you are so big and my pussy is small and tight. Please be gentle with me and patient. Will you?" she said in a low voice.

"Honey, just lie down on your back and relax. It will be fine and if you are uncomfortable anytime just tell me, okay?"

He wasn't sure whether she was protected, so took out a condom and slid it down the length of his shaft. Anu lay on her back and raising her legs bent at knees, opened her thighs wide. He could clearly see her pink flower, all wet for him.

Positioning his body over her, his weight on his knees and hands, he slowly moved down and kissed her on her rosy lips - lightly at first and then more hungrily. His tongue met hers started a duel. Holding his erect cock in his right hand, he slowly guided it to her wet entrance and let the helmet slide in a few millimeters.



Anu gave an audible gasp and a shudder. Her nether lips pulsated around his tip. He pushed a couple of inches and stopped there. She was incredibly tight but very wet and soft. He felt her muscles grip his cock tightly and then adjust themselves. He looked at her face. Her eyes were open and had a sort of glazed look and they were full of hot passion and love.



As he started sliding more of his cock into her incredible cunt, she raised her tight ass and responded. She was still very tight but relaxing, so he pulled out almost to the entrance and thrust in again. He started stroking thus, going a little deeper with each stroke. And then, he was fully into her, all the way. He stayed there for a full minute, letting her young cunt adjust to the size of his rampant penis.



Anu looked very hot, her eyes conveying her pleasure at being fully penetrated. Her hands on his tight ass, she mumbled, "oh, it feels so good, uncle."

His passion was further heightened by her hot looks and her words and he started moving in her cunt with small strokes.

"Your pussy is so incredibly tight and I love fucking it, baby," he said, using the f*** word with her the first time. She gave a quick gasp and raised her ass a little more in response.

"Yes, uncle, I always wanted you to fuck me. Fuck me good now, please!"

His strokes were faster now, following a pattern of several short strokes between each long stroke. This had the desired effect of enhancing the anticipation in her and had her gasping at every long stroke. His arms were around her now and her breasts were squashed against his chest. Though she was carrying the better part of his weight now, she was not conscious about it in their frenzied coupling.

Their mouths locked, drinking in each other, biting each other, tongues dueling. 

Together they were sliding down a great slope and accelerated as they rushed towards the edge. They unlocked their mouths and came up for breath. At the same time she felt blood rushing at great speed and a dizzy feeling as his cock suddenly seem to expand and burst deep in her.

"Anu, baby, I am cummmmiingg, ohhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk," he shouted and let go.

Anu felt her own pleasure in a gush as the free fall over the abyss started.

"oooohhhhhhhhhhhh, fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk" she responded.

Sekhar felt his cock bursting and shooting his load. He felt dizzy and reeling.

It was a full two minutes before either could move. As he made to pull out of her and roll over, Anu stopped him and raising her tight ass high, stoked herself against his cock still buried inside her and had another orgasm. Only then she let him go.

He got off the bed, went to the bathroom, removed the condom and cleaned up. He returned with a clean, damp towel and used it to clean her up.

"Wasn't it such a cleanup that got you started on me?" she asked in mischief.

"Yes. I enjoy cleaning up your wonderful body even when it doesn't need it," he replied.

"Oh, Anu, you are so incredible and it was great, thank you, baby," he said, kissing her.

"Uncle, it was so incredible and far better than anything I ever had, you are an incredible lover."

"Together we have a lot more to explore, baby," he said his voice full of promise.

"We shall, uncle, we shall," she replied her voice full of hope.

They slept contented, their bodies satiated, in each other's arms.

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 I dedicate this story to K and S, two incredible women, who taught me a lot more about erotica in one year than what I learned in a lifetime. I met them through my stories and they indeed proved to me the old adage about truth being stranger than fiction. Their erotic friendship has indeed touched me!!!A BIG THANK YOU, my buddies.



A Seducer at Sixty



After a few minutes, I let go of her tit and got up from the bed, contemplating my next course of action. It was then, that luck played it part. Rekha, who lay on her right side till then,turned and lay fully on her back now. After waiting for a minute, I took stock. Her left boob lay exposed as before and the left strap was still on her lower left arm.

I repeated the operation with the right strap of her bra and was able to release her right breast similarly. Both her breasts lay now fully exposed in their naked glory. With utmost care and tenderness, I started fondling both her lovely, small but perky boobs with both my hands. I kept looking at her for any signs of her coming awake.

The only reaction I could make out was a small sound like a sigh. Was I imagining! it sounded a contended sigh to me. Another reaction I could see a few minutes later was she moved her legs, a little wider apart. Was it an involuntary reflex action caused by the breast fondling? I had no way of knowing, unless I explored.

Before I ventured further, I tried to re-hook the nightie but it was difficult. Taking a chance, I just brought the two halves of her nightie together and left it that way.

I got up from the bed and examined her lower half now. She lay on her back and her legs were slightly apart. The hem of her nightie lay around her knees. I sat on the edge of the bed and got hold of the hem between my finger tips. I slowly moved it up. After exposing half her thighs it stopped moving.

By a careful examination and some patient moves, I was able to get going again and moved the nightie up, till her white cotton panties were exposed. Giving my hands a rest, I let my eyes feast on the scene. Her thighs lay exposed in their full naked glory. They were slightly plump but still attractive, smooth and hairless.

Her panties covered pussy was now the center of all my attention. The white cotton panties covered her pussy totally. I could see that her bush was jet black and thick and was more like a wild thatch. Tufts of her pubic hair were showing through the sides of her panties and they were crudely appealing.

I touched her right thigh at its midpoint lightly with my fore and middle fingers. It felt warm and smooth. Three more fingers joined them and I started caressing her thigh over its entire length -- from knee cap to her crotch. I applied a gentle pressure and found it soft but not loose. I extended the same treatment to her left thigh. Both my hands were now busy with her thighs.

I suddenly wondered what answer I could give if she woke up and asked me what the hell I was doing. Could I pretend to be a sleep walker? No way, that is too pat and anyway I am no good actor. I would tell her the truth that I fancy her and want to make love to her. Anyway, I would cross the bridge when I reach there.

My hands rubbed her thighs lightly in a gentle massage. She continued to breathe evenly and was lost in her own sedated world. I took the all important decision. I put my right palm lightly on her panties clad pussy and waited with bated breath. Her legs moved a little wider. My palm now rested squarely on her pussy making full contact through the panties.

It felt warm, may be even hot. I pressed my palm lightly against her pussy. I heard something akin to a sigh, a light moan. I rubbed her pussy lightly with my fingers, my thumb trying to trace the opening to her cunt. I felt my fingers slipping under the side of her panties and come into contact with her bush. They searched and found her nether lips and the entrance.

My pulse quickening, I silently shouted to myself, "Rekha, I am going to put my finger in your juicy cunt, baby." I let my forefinger touch tenderly near the entrance to her pussy. When I rubbed the tip lightly, I felt the wetness there. I slowly pushed my finger in, to the first knuckle. It was hot, wet and juicy. When the finger slid to the second knuckle and wiggled, Rekha moaned.

I froze. After a minute, I pushed my forefinger completely in and wiggled. It was heavenly. I now reached a point where I had to plan my next move. So, letting my finger stay buried in her cunt, I thought about what could be the best way. 

I made up my mind in a minute. I reached for her nightie top and separated her unhooked halves so that her bare tits were exposed again.

Luckily for me, the light switch panel was on the same side of the bed where I was sitting. After carefully looking and making a mental note of our relative positions, I switched off the bed lamp plunging the room into total darkness.

I waited for a couple of minutes patiently for my eyes to get adjusted to the darkness. I slowly moved my left hand in air until it hovered over where I guessed Rekha's right breast was and brought my hand gently down. I was spot on and my left hand now touched her bare right breast. I cupped it in my palm.

I took my right hand back to its original position. Inserting my palm through the side of her panty, I got back the possession of her hair covered pussy. It was all wet, hot and juicy when I inserted my fore and middle fingers together slowly up to their hilt.

Tweaking her nipple between my left thumb and forefinger, I started finger fucking her with my right hand. As my fingers moved in and out of her juicy cunt, they made a slurping sound that was music to my ears.

My logic was very simple. Rekha has been neglected for long by her husband. In all probability they have not fucked for a long time. 

By switching off the bed light, I have made it easy for both of us. 

Even if she wakes up now, if she likes what I am doing she can continue to feign sleep. If she doesn't like what I am doing, she can just push my hand away and turn the other way and I would leave quietly. This way no one gets embarrassed or hurt.

I had a number of reactions from Rekha. Her breathing quickened and her thighs widened a little more. After a few strokes with my fingers, I felt rather than saw her lift her ass slightly. My reflexes were pretty good and I got the message. I got both my hands to the top edge of her panties and pulled it down to below her knees in one smooth moment.

My right palm now took full possession of her bare cunt and I put three fingers in and started finger fucking her. Her cunt looked rather small and compact when I looked at it from outside. It was not wide or loose, it was quite tight, as my fingers felt it. It was quite deep and with all the juice it was squishy. 

As my thrusts became stronger she started raising her hips to counter my thrusts. I had a bright idea. Taking my left hand off her tit, I put it under her ass when she raised it next. The feel of her bare ass on my hand was mind blowing. My two hands now had her most prized possessions now -- her ass and her cunt.

My left hand stroking her ass and my right hand finger fucking her vigorously, she brought both her hands to her cunt and pushed my right hand hard against her cunt. Her sex starved body shook with big tremors as she experienced a big orgasm and she whimpered. I took my left hand away from her butt and gently stroked her face.

After a few minutes, all was quite. I slowly withdrew my hand, got up from her bed and kissed her gently on her forehead and left, closing the door quietly behind me. 

Even as I entered my room, I rushed to the bathroom and took my erect, throbbing cock out. My hand was wet with her juices. 

I licked my forefinger and it tasted like a clear vegetable soup; strangely exciting. I rubbed all the remnants of Rekha's juice to my cock and then started stroking my cock. I closed my eyes and imagined the great feeling I would have when this cock buries itself into her starved cunt and fucks her to glory. I came in big spurts. 

Totally drained, I slept like a log.

Next morning we met at the breakfast table. She had a nice peacock blue sari and looked fresh and radiant. Wishing her a good morning, I asked if she slept well.

"I slept very well, uncle. I do not know whether it is the Breezer or the sedative, but I woke up very refreshed today and feel absolutely great," she said smiling.

"Oh, that is very good. Then you should continue that combination," I said.

"I have to go home for some time to pick up clothes and the odd things," she said.

"No problem, I will take care of Murthy."

We went to the hospital and relieved Raghu. Murthy had an uneventful and peaceful night. The day went as usual -- busy with visits of resident doctors, neurologist, speech therapist and some of Murthy's friends. We both had a nap in the afternoon. Rekha was back by five. It looked as if she had visited a beauty parlor. She had a facial and her eyebrows were trimmed.

When we settled down to our evening drink of Breezer, I decided it was time to flirt a little.

"Rekha, can I talk to you as your friend, not just as Murthy's friend?"

"Sure, uncle."

"You are looking very young and pretty," I said.

"Oh! uncle," she blushed.

Taking a large sip of her drink, she was quiet for a minute.

"Anyway, by now you must be used to compliments. But coming from an old man like me, maybe, it is different."

"You are no old man, uncle. You are very charming, fit and don't look your age at all."

I was quite happy with that.

"Are you comfortable here, Rekha?" 

"Of course and I am happy too. Last night a strange thing happened. I had sound sleep but in that sleep I had some dreams; nice dreams. I don't even remember what the dreams were. But, I felt very happy. I haven't felt that way for a long time," she said.

She is making it real good for us, I thought.

"Oh, I am so happy. Do you at least remember the nature of the dreams?" I asked, fishing a little more.

"No, they made me happy, I know only that."

It was during the second drink that I moved ahead a little more.

"Rekha, It happens to me sometimes. When I have a drink and a sedative, I get erotic dreams sometimes." There... I used the 'erotic' word.

"May be true, whatever they were, I loved them."

Was there a slight emphasis on the word 'loved'?

We soon had dinner. As we sat in front of the TV, she surfed some channels and stopped on a music channel that was playing Hindi filmi music. We enjoyed the music for a while in silence before going to bed.

I gave her the mild sedative and looking into her eyes, said "Hope you will have a good night with sweet dreams."

"Good night, I hope the dreams return tonight and are even better," she replied.

I went to my bed room and was in seventh heaven. She couldn't have made it any clearer. She liked what happened last night and wants even more. 

The ball is in my court. Of course, we will continue the charade of dreams. I saw no point in wasting too much time. After preparing myself and making my plan, I walked into her bed room an hour later.

Rekha was sleeping on the other side of the bed, turned on her left side and with her back to me. Her posture was relaxed, her left leg straight and her right leg bent at the knee. The hem of her nightie was up, revealing a good part of her left thigh and a small part of her right thigh. Her magnificent ass looked better than ever. She was, apparently, sound asleep.

I switched off the night lamp after marking my position and slowly lay down on the bed next to her. After a couple of minutes, when my eyes fully adjusted to the darkness, I moved a little close, not touching her yet. I could smell a light perfume from her body, which was not there on previous day. Another signal?

I raised my right arm slowly over her until my hand rested lightly on her right breast and my palm cupped it. She stopped breathing for a fraction of second and then resumed. As my palm brushed her tit, I found two things. The top hooks of the nightie were already off and her bra was unhooked too, thus giving me easy access to her bare, perky boobs.

It was very clear to me that she is now a consenting adult and I can go ahead all the way. No more pretenses are needed. I started fondling her nice tits, their aureole and the nipples to my heart's content. She nestled closer to me and my crotch was in contact with her buttocks. My left hand went under her and grabbed her tits. I moved my right hand all over her heavenly buttocks. 

I let my right hand go under the hem of her nightie and slide up till it came into contact with her thin, cotton panties. The dampness of the panties and the heat generating from within told me its own story. Not wishing to delay, I inserted my hand, palm down, into her panties and grabbed her pussy.

There were a couple of surprises for me, very pleasant ones of course.

Her pussy was all bare; all that wild black bush of the previous day has been totally removed. It was hot and the lips were open and wet and I felt them pulsating. As my palm made contact, Rekha moaned and I put my fingers into her hot, juicy cunt...three of them.

It was then that I had a shock. On second thoughts, I should have expected that. Rekha whispered clearly with a sense of urgency and need, "Take me, uncle, please take me completely."

She then turned flat on her back and throwing her arms around me pulled me to her. As I rolled on top of her, she opened her legs wide. I found her hot mouth and kissed her deeply and passionately. Her mouth tasted of breezer and mint. Her tongue was like a serpent and found mine in no time. Down south my pajama ensconced cock was grinding against her all wet panties.

I broke our passionate kiss and embrace for a second and got off her. As I started fumbling with her nightie, she just sat up and removed it in a flash over her head. The bra followed suit. I removed my pajamas and joined her in the bed in a trice.

I was bare chested now and as her bare, perky boobs squashed against the matted hair of my chest, Rekha whimpered. I sensed her urgency and using both my hands found her panties and pulled them down. Next, I pulled my briefs down my legs and threw them away. As her eager hands found my engorged and throbbing cock, I had this urge to talk dirty.

"I am going to fuck your hot cunt, Rekha."

"Fuck it, fuck it, it is all hungry for a fuck," she shouted.

"Switch on the light, I want to see myself getting fucked."

Oh my god! Was she on fire!

I managed to reach and switch on the main lamp.

Her legs were wide open and her juices were literally flowing.

As I positioned myself on top of her, she lovingly guided my long cock into her hot cunt. Once in, it went all the way, like a hot knife through butter. As I started fucking her with small thrusts, she raised her beautiful ass and met my thrusts.

"Oh, baby, your cunt is hot and juicy!"

"Your cock is so full in my pussy," she panted.

Her small tits were crushed against my chest and I could feel her nipples poking me there. Her hands were pushing my buttocks hard, as if saying,"thrust me more, thrust me deeper."

In a couple of minutes of hard stroking, Rekha came with a big orgasm that was preceded by a loud, "AAAARRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH." 

Her whole body shook in spasms and tremors of the biggest orgasm she probably had in a long time. I just let her come down a little from that edge before I started pumping her cunt again.

Her starved cunt was ready for more. As I pounded her, she started muttering things, as if in a delirium.

"Wow, what a great fuck you are giving me,uncle! You are still stiff and rigid. You are a real man. Fuck me please, tear my cunt totally."

"You are so beautiful Rekha, such a hot, tight, juicy cunt and such a great ass."

"What is the use, he can't keep it up for long these days, uncle. Before I get hot, he is done," she whimpered.

I wanted to drive her thoughts away from her pathetic marriage.

"My cock hasn't had it so good for a long time." I said, as I kept pounding.

"You are amazing, you keep fucking so long, my cunt is sucking you."

"I can't hold on now, I am coming baby, are you protected?" I shouted.

"Yes. Don't worry, pump all your cum into me, Sekhar," she shouted back.

I came in a big eruption, perhaps my biggest in years. Even as I started coming in great spurts, Rekha climaxed simultaneously with another orgasm that shook her body violently from tip to toe and she bit my chest as she came.

I lay on top of her for a few minutes, all spent, our sweaty bodies cooling and both of us returning to our senses slowly. I rolled over to her right side and let my limp right arm rest loosely on her waist. As my limp cock eased out of her cunt, a thin trickle of the mixture of our juices flowed in a line down her inner thighs. My own pubic mat was all wet.

Rekha turned towards me and kissing me lightly nestled her face against my chest, her sleek arm lay limp over my right arm and her palm resting on my back. We lay like that for a while, content in silence, immersed in our own thoughts.

"You called me Sekhar there, I am very happy, Rekha," I said.

"In bed I will always call you Sekhar, You are my lover,"

I was on moon. She called me, a sixty year old man, lover!

"I am an old man, Rekha," I said more in jest.

"I am glad you are an old man. I don't think I can take on a younger Sekhar." 

"Was it good for you, sekhar?" 

"The very best, what a nice, tight, juicy cunt you have!" I exclaimed.

"Raghu is unable to keep it up for long. They call it PE or something. Now you know why I am so frustrated," she said almost in tears. 

"My poor baby," I said consoling her.

"Your cock is amazing, it could stay up so long," she said 

"We both were in a bit of rush there or we could have lasted longer,' I replied smiling.

I got up and drank some cold water from a bottle on the bedside table, offering it to her after I finished. I switched off the main light and switched on the bed lamp. We drifted to sleep -- she snuggled close to me and our arms wrapping each other in a loose embrace.

Sometime later, I woke up with a stiff cock. 

Rekha was sleeping peacefully and I nestled close to her and let my cock poke her pussy lightly. She mumbled something softly. I found her left hand and guided it to my cock. Her palm was very soft around my rod. My fingers went to her pussy and started a slow massage of her nether lips, eventually finding her clit. She widened her legs and moaned a little.

Kissing her on her mouth, I whispered, "Shall we fuck, baby?"

In answer, she pulled me on top of her and opening her thighs wide, guided my stiff cock into her juicy cunt. I started a slow rhythmic motion of several short strokes followed by a long stroke and kept repeating the cycle. It was a veritable treat for her sex starved cunt. She responded by making sweet little sounds, scratching my back and buttocks lightly and licking my face occasionally.

As my thrusts faster and stronger, she responded by counter thrusts, lifting her ass off the bed and high. We were soon in a frenzy of motion as we reached close to the edge of the cliff. I bit her near her collar bone and she bit me back on my chest close to my nipple. The dam burst the next few seconds and she cried out a "aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaa" and shuddered.

We both slept like logs after that.

The next day was just another day for the rest of the world, but for us, it was a new day and the beginning of a new relationship. Sixty year old Sekhar and his friend's daughter, the forty three year old Rekha, have become secret and passionate lovers. An explosive relationship, which if revealed, will upset the lives of many. But, for now, it is a bright day for the new lovers.

We spent the whole day at the hospital with Murthy. We did not say much to each other, but whenever our eyes met they exchanged some sweet signals. On a couple of occasions, when our hands touched, we felt an electric shock run through us. Come on, act your age, I told myself. But that is easier said than done when you are as horny as I.




A Seducer at Sixty



That evening Raghu had an important meeting at the office and said he would be delayed. I asked him to go directly home after meeting, have his dinner and come over to the hospital and relieve me. I told Rekha to go home and take care of things. When she left, she said softly that she would wait up for me, whatever time.

By the time I went home it was nine. Rekha was waiting for me. I asked her to have her dinner. She said she had a snack earlier and we would eat together when I am ready. I had a shower and put on fresh pajamas and joined her. An opened bottle of red wine, a couple of wine glasses greeted me. 

I walked up to her and hugging her gave a light kiss on her cheek. She was smelling great like a fresh rose and fitted nicely in my embrace. 

"I missed you baby, you look delicious, good enough to eat" I said, winking and caressing her ass.

"Naughty boy, always horny," she laughed.

We had our dinner and wine. We were both mellowed by the time we finished. After a quick clean up of the table, we sat on the sofa in front of the TV, huddled together and relaxed. If I had one big weakness, it was talking dirty and I wanted Rekha to get into that too.

"Are you ready for some good fucking?" I asked her.

"Oh my god, you are incorrigible," she laughed

"We will do different things today, baby," I said.

There was a curious look in her eyes.

"What things?" she asked expectantly.

"You will see. But tell me first how it is different with me?"

"Well, you have a very hairy chest and I love it when my boobs rub against all that matted hair. It is very erotic and my nipples love it."

"Best of course is your ability to stay there long," she added, shyly.

"What do you like about my body, Sekhar?" she asked, a little hesitantly.

"I love your small, perky boobs. They fit smugly in my palms and they are tight. I love your hot, juicy and tight cunt. It is amazing how tight it is, like a very young pussy," I bet she loved it.

"But the best is yet to come. And I am going to explore it today. It is your J-LO ass."

She actually blushed and said "You are very naughty."

We were sufficiently aroused as we walked to her bed room hand in hand.

Once there, we hugged each other tight. I kissed her passionately tasting her lower lip with my lips and sucking on it. As my tongue darted in to explore her hot mouth, I could actually feel her heat. When her tongue met mine and they engaged each other in a duel it was heavenly. Our hands, meanwhile, were busy with their own explorations.

As we neared the bed, we broke free and undressed in a hurry, helping each other along. All she now had on her were cream color panties and bra, both nearly blending with her skin. I was naked except for my light brown Jockey shorts. We hugged each other with a lot of passion, the friction of our nude bodies adding fuel to the fire.

I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her closer to me, holding her by her smooth waist. She was still standing and I slowly turned her around such that her ass was now directly in front of my face. Lowering my hands slightly, I gripped her panties and pulled them down in a swift motion. Her magnificent ass was now bare and inches away from my face.

I put my lips tenderly to her abundant ass cheeks and showered them with small kisses. They were absolutely smooth, round, firm and warm to the touch. Licking them, my tongue found them slightly salty. They were blemish less and were of a light tan. My hands, fondling and squeezing their vast expanse, couldn't get enough of them.

I then put my face to her rump and rubbed it all over. She giggled as my stubble tickled her smooth skin. Holding her cheeks to my face and bending her forward slightly, my mouth managed to reach the folds of her bare cunt. I found her cunt, viewed from that position highly stimulating. I could discern her vaginal lips slightly parted and the entrance open a little, enticing and wet.

My tongue reached that hot spot and probed it tentatively with a lick. Rekha gave a sigh and bent a little more forward so that she could push more of her cunt to my mouth. My tongue pushed inside her hot juicy cunt. She gave a shriek of delight. Even as I wiggled my tongue inside her cunt, she went into raptures.

I now pulled her on to the bed and she lay on her back and opened her legs wide. Her honey pot was open for my feasting. I just clamped it with my mouth and got busy. Honestly, I haven't eaten a pussy like hers in ages. 

First I put my tongue to work and explore its hot and wet interior causing small shocks in her. I then chomped her tender, wet and pulsating vaginal lips with my lips, sucking the juice from them. Her juice tasted something like a clear vegetable soup. Finally, I pushed my mouth right into her cunt and ate it.

Rekha was murmuring and moaning and saying "Nice, very nice...aahhaa...." 

As my mouth started eating, her moans became louder and she thrust her pussy against my face forcefully until she came with a huge moan and her body shook with spasms. Juices were flowing copiously inside her and trickling down her thighs a little. Her Honeypot was literally overflowing!

In a few minutes she recovered sufficiently to open her eyes and gave me a very nice sexy smile.

"Shall I tell you something?" she asked.

"Please." 

"No one ever ate my pussy so well and so completely, it was mind blowing, thank you, Love."

"Your pussy is most delicious and the best I ate in a long time, Honey," I said.

Her hands drifted to my very stiff cock and she started stroking it lovingly.

"I am hungry. Can I eat it, Sekhar?" she purred like a cat.

She got up and sitting close to me brought her hot mouth to the tip of my cock. Her tongue darted out and gave it a quick lick, wetting the crown. She then clamped it in her lips and started a slow suck, as if she were sucking a lollipop.

I started groaning and tried to shove my cock much deeper into mouth. Sensing my urgency, she took her mouth away from my throbbing cock, saying, 

"Oh, no, baby, I need you to fuck my hungry cunt now."

I quickly got on top of her and held my cock's tip at the slit, just touching it but did not enter.

"Do you fantasize when fucking, Rekha?" I asked.

"Who doesn't? I think everyone does it."

"Of late, we hardly fuck. So, I masturbate a lot. That is when I fantasize getting fucked by others," she said, with passion.

"People are real or imaginary?" I asked just entering her a little.

"Mostly real people," she said her breath quickening.

I started small strokes with my cock in her hot cunt.

"What do you imagine?"

"I imagine being fucked by a man with long, big cock and heavy balls. The cock is so big that it fills me completely and the balls thump my ass with every stroke," her voice quivered as she said that as if in a trance.

I quickened my strokes in harmony with her breathing and her voice shook with desire.

"I sometimes imagine getting fucked by two, three men; all at a time, one of them sucking my tits, another fucking my cunt and the third kissing me deeply and they all call me a slut." She was in a delirium.

"When they call me a slut, I come pretty strongly," her voice whimpering now.

"Are you my slut now, Rekha?" I asked my strokes deeper and faster now.

"I am your slut, your bitch," she cried out, lifting her ass and moving it in rhythm.

"You are a bastard; you seduced me and made me a slut. Now fuck your slut well, fuck me to death, you horny bastard," she cried out with all raw passion.

We both climaxed with unbelievable force and violence. Our bodies thrashed against each other in those last few seconds before eruption. It was as if a volcano exploded throwing up a lot of lava. 

I lay prostrate on her limp body, my now limp cock still inside her, a thin trickle of cum and juices mix coming out ever so slowly.

I got up after a few minutes and drank some cold water. I poured and gave her another glass and she drank that sitting on the bed with her back against the backrest. I brought a couple of clean towels and gently wiped her beautiful body first and then my own. 

We then lay down on the bed, on our sides and in a loose hug, totally naked, her head resting on my chest and my right hand resting on her bum.

In that position we drifted into sleep, our bodies satiated, our minds telling us that this relationship is something special and is going to last long.

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Dedicated to all those Sixty Plus People who are young at heart and 'active'