Sex Escapade With Reshma
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Hi and this is Sunil from Dwarka Delhi,age 28,height 5′ 10″.This is my real incident that I want to share with you. About a couple of years back, I changed jobs and as a result, moved into an apartment block in Dwarka sector 6, Delhi. Having just joined the company, I was busy learning the ropes. So it was mainly left to my wife to set up the new pad and get to know the neighbors. On a weekend noon, I was busy on my laptop when my wife came around and asked me to lend a helping hand to our next door neighbor. We walked into the neighbor’s flat and my wife guided me towards the kitchen. I saw an old lady desperately trying to fit a regulator on a gas cylinder. I greeted her – she was my neighbor’s maid – and examined the regulator. It was clear that the regulator had jammed and so, I tried to wrench it off the cylinder. Shortly after I began my efforts, a young woman walked into the kitchen and started chatting to my wife. After a minute or so, my wife realized that I hadn’t been introduced to our neighbor and did so. Her name was Reshma and she worked for an investment banking firm in Delhi. After a few minutes, all I had succeeded was in breaking out in a sweat. Reshma perhaps felt awkward for indulging in inane conversation with my wife as I was struggling to help her. She said so much to my wife, walked towards me, stooped down and tried to get the regulator off. As we both kept up our effort, her fingers brushed mine time and again. I was tensed my wife would see this and flip. Luckily, through the corner of my eye, I noticed she had buried herself in a fashion magazine. Within a minute I managed to yank the regulator out. I said a quick bye and returned to my flat, leaving my wife and Reshma to continue their chat. Over the next six months or so, I ran into Reshma over a dozen times, mostly in the elevator or car park. But our conversations hardly progressed beyond exchanging pleasantries. However, all this changed when Reshma came looking for my wife on a Friday morning. As she had a meeting that day, my wife had left earlier than usual. I was working from home that day and so invited Reshma in. We had an extended conversation and covered almost everything under the sun – our likes and dislikes, hobbies, previous relationships, etc. I came to know that though her family had many business interests in Coorg, Reshma had moved to Delhi as she wanted to be on her own. I gathered that she wasn’t close to her family and longed to be in a relationship. But according to her, most men she’d met in Delhi were incapable of looking beyond her tits and ass. I was taken aback by this rather blunt comment. For the first time, I scanned her body and realized she was certainly attractive, that too in a sexual way. At 5 feet 11, she was almost an inch taller than me. She had hazel eyes, milky white skin, nicely rounded breasts, a pert bottom and shoulder length hair. While I was busy feasting my eyes on my nubile neighbor’s body, she kept talking nineteen to the dozen. Suddenly Reshma stopped talking and followed my gaze. During the conversation, her short top had ridden up and I was admiring her pierced navel. I went beetroot as I realized she’d caught me red handed. To make light of the situation, I muttered how I found it unbelievable that guys got stuck with her tits and ass when she had such a tantalising navel. That did the trick as she burst out laughing and we soon resumed our conversation. That Friday proved to be a watershed in our relationship as we soon started swapping text messages. As time progressed, the messages got more and more risqué. Brief meetings at the apartment soon turned exciting and we flirted shamelessly with each other. I spared no opportunity to pass explicit comments on Reshma’s voluptuous body. Though we both knew our relationship had turned lustful, we never made an effort to take things to the next level. But I knew it was just a matter of time before things got out of control as the sexual tension was palpable each time we came face to face. That day arrived when my wife left for her native place. I invited Reshma for lunch that Sunday and ordered her favorite Chinese food. Though we spoke during lunch, the conversation lacked the usual spark – I guess both of us were feeling nervous as we had an inkling of what could happen. The weather was overcast and it soon began drizzling. All through the afternoon, I kept visualizing Reshma’s naked body and what I wanted to do with it. To take my mind off, I offered to make us some hot chocolate and went into the kitchen. When I came out with two steaming mugs of cocoa, I saw her leaning against the window, peering down to see the garden below. She was enjoying the music that I had put on sometime back and her hips were swaying to the rhythm. Her tank top had ridden up at the back, exposing the small of her back. She wore a white Tracie bottom that clung to her body. I could make out her butt cheeks and her ass crack. I crept up behind her and leaned forward to place a mug of coca in her hands. While doing so, I deliberately pushed my crotch against her ass. Her body jerked forward and she turned her head involuntarily. I smiled and she managed a nervous giggle in response. I decided to take my time and started a conversation. We were both now looking out through the window and talking about random stuff. Gradually, I placed my arms on either side of the windowsill and slowly edged my body close to hers. Before long, I had Reshma sandwiched between me and the window. I could smell her perfume and the feeling was exhilarating. I slowly started grinding my crotch against her ass and we continued this for a while. We had stopped talking and I had my eyes closed, taking in the moment. My whole body was itching to feel Reshma’s naked body. I then placed my right hand on her stomach and started caressing it. Simultaneously, I moved my mouth towards her ear and began nibbling it ever so softly. I could feel the heat rising in Reshma’s body. I placed my little finger in Reshma’s belly button and felt her navel ring. Then, I started drawing imaginary shapes on her stomach, slipping my finger under the Tracie bottom to feel her pelvic bone but ensuring not to go deep down. This went on for quite sometime and I was fully aroused. I stepped back for a moment, squatted on the floor and pulled down her Tracie bottom and along with it, her panties. I stopped just above her knees so that I had a clear view of her delightful ass. For a moment I felt Reshma would turn around. When that didn’t happen, I nuzzled up against her firm ass. I could smell the love fluid from her pussy and that got me even more excited. I bit her ass cheeks in sheer lust and she moaned softly. I knew I wanted more of her divine body. Within no time, I picked her up and made her lie on the couch adjacent to the window. I had waited quite a long time in anticipation of this moment and had replayed our union several times in my mind. Therefore, my whole body began buzzing with excitement and I knew what I had to do. I quickly drew the curtains and switched on the lamp shade at the far end of the room. It was perfect – we had just about enough light to see each other, the drizzle had turned into a downpour and romantic music played in the background. Reshma’s tall slender frame lay on the couch. Though she had her eyes closed, I sensed a tinge of nervousness in her. The thought of making love to a woman taller than me excited me even more – I had fantasised about it in the past. I walked over to her, sat on the floor and began pulling down her Tracie bottom. She consented by raising her thighs to help me take it off. I made sure her panties stayed on as I was in no hurry. I could see she was uncomfortable with her panties stuck around her knees in a tangle. So I helped her put it back on. Then, I began kissing her left toe and slowly worked my way up to the inside of her thighs. Once I reached the pubic area, I began hungrily licking her soft skin. Like a boat in choppy waters, Reshma’s groin swayed rhythmically, jerking every now and then when my tongue got too close to her vagina. The part of her underwear covering her pussy had turned moist and gooey fluid became visible through the sheer material of her panties. Soon the room was filled with the erotic smell of her juice. With my index finger, I hooked the hem of her panties near her vagina and pulled it aside.If any sexy lady interested for this kind of hot sex in an arround Dwarka -Delhi then don’t hesitate to call or message me on ni$ne ei$ght si$x ei$ght ze$ro si$x th$ree fi$ve tw$o fo$ur.My nick name is Sunil. It was quite a sight – her dark pink pussy was overflowing with juice. I stuck my tongue out and scooped a lot of her juice in one deft move. In reaction, Reshma let out a scream and yanked my hair with both hands. The pain of her act was excruciating but within seconds the taste of her juice sunk in. It was like nothing I had tasted – though I’d had a couple of girlfriends before marriage, I never fancied eating either of them. In both cases, their vaginal fluid had a repulsive smell and tasted awful. But to satisfy them, I had forced myself to eat their pussy at times. To my utter disappointed, the woman I got married to disapproved of this act and never let me taste her vagina. However, Reshma’s love juice had a sensual salty taste and it drove me wild. I pulled down her panty, parted her pussy lips and started stroking her clitoris with my tongue. It was interspersed with gentle bites of her pussy. Soon my lips were smeared with the viscous fluid from Reshma’s vagina, but all it did was make me increase the pace of the strokes. After a few moments, Reshma’s entire body convulsed with a painful pleasure. She shrieked and dug her nails into my shoulder blades. Then she moved into foetal position and lay there breathing heavily. Her eyes welled up and I knew she had had an orgasm. I took off my clothes and invited her to join me on the floor by spreading my arms. I helped her out of her tank top. To my surprise, two erect tits welcomed me – she wasn’t wearing a bra! She had lead-like thick nipples that made her breasts appear like some kind of military ammunition. I caressed her nipples with my moist tongue and then, began chewing them gently. Reshma was moaning in pleasure and this time, I wasted no time in positioning my erect cock in front of her vagina. I moved my mouth from her nipple to her mouth and started exploring it with my tongue. All this while, I inched my cock into her pussy at the slowest possible pace. Rather than tear her pussy, I wanted to slip into that warm pit in the most inconspicuous manner possible. Reshma was so busy kissing me that she felt the pain of my throbbing cock only once I had inserted three fourths of it into her vagina. I was so excited by then that I knew I had to move carefully. I decided to take it slow so that I could last for as long as possible. Despite my best efforts, I shot into her pussy in less than ten minutes. I felt so close to her that I hugged her tight and kissed her forehead. Then, I went down on her and licked the remaining juice off her pussy, savoring every mouthful. We spent the next hour or so in each other’s arms. Since then, Reshma and I have made love twice. We text each other several times a day and tell each other our fantasies. We’ve talked about moving in together, but Reshma doesn’t want to be a home wrecker. Though I’ve tried to end our sexual escapades, my body just yearns for more of Reshma. Though we are different people, our physical compatibility is amazing. And we both feel the sex is mind-boggling. I will love to have your feedback on [email protected]