Unexpected Encounter At Greggs The Bakers
aunty, seduce, wet pussy

Ok this is my second story in this and yet again it’s another Indian cougar that gets the taste of my throbbing cock in her pussy and mouth. Was minding my business sitting in the bakers having a pasty. The bakers were a bit busy in the counter but the seating area was more less vacant. The reason being the bakers charge an extra not much to sit in and eat. So here I am trying to gobble up this hot pasty when a woman’s glance cut my next mouthful in. She was not a stunner but decent. Scanning up and down I could see she was not much of a looker but yet there was something intoxicatingly beautiful about this middle aged woman maybe in her early 40’s. One thing she had was a great pair of knockers and even though she wore a coat to protect her from the chills of the British winter; they were kind of prominent. Just couldn’t take my eyes off that for a hot minute when I realized this woman looking at me with a bit of interest and at the same time a confused look in her face which just made the situation erotic and all of a sudden the cock of mine which you all should know by now has got a mind of its own kept pressing to the side of my chinos making it a bit visible. Saved by the table. Phew. I finished up my pasty and sat there drinking my bottle of water which I didn’t buy from the shop at all (the rebellious side of me lol) she looked at me the third time and I knew she was looking so turned my attention at her and scanned her from top to bottom. The heart beat could have been heard a mile away. A sense of naughtiness a sense of fear a sense of horniness all played a vital part in me getting the courage to get up and walk past her. I came out of the bakers and this time waited for her to see if she came out. She did she did ??and the funny thing is she looked at me. Got a bit tongue twisted again and said something that did not constitute to being the English language at all. Darn why do I do this to myself. I croaked and she didn’t even hear me instead walked away. I just followed the swaying ass of this woman and came up to the pedestrian crossing where we waited along with the local hoodies in the area trying to cross a busy road waiting for the lights impatiently. I broke my silent again and said. How come just a sandwich and not a hot pasty or pie. She turned around and said excuse me? I did not lose faith but stead said why no pie or pasty. She smiled. Boy that was a killer of a smile. A plain jane looking Indian woman with a smile that can break the youngest of hearts I just said the truth. You have indeed got a cute smile miss. She said thanks but I’m Not a miss. But a Mrs. Wow a Mrs. Lucky sod whoever married her I told myself. So where you off to I enquired. She was candid and I liked that. She said I’m on my way home. Oh so you don’t work I asked. She said she was on her annual and the kids have been dropped off to school.She was being actually open to me. Was it the way I approached her or was it her good nature to be open and honest to a stranger. I was like why home care for a coffee? She smiled and said I don’t drink coffee and furthermore just got my sandwich. Then how about a drink? She was like, what at this hour of the day? I was like why not? A toast for the day and fate for allowing me to meet a gorgeous gal like u. She giggled; people she giggled. Then she stopped and said what’s ur game huh? Do you think I’m that sort of woman to go to a bar with a stranger. I had to think quick before I lost her interest. I causally said hey it’s a free country and a harmless drink didn’t kill anyone. She looked right into me and said. Okk what’s your name. All this time all this talk and it was then we exchanged pleasantries. Her name Mrs. P. Did not ask her age cos it’s just rude. She worked for the civil services something to do with naughty children and educating them. I was intrigued and maintained eye contact with her even though my eyes kept drawing to those tits of hers. They looked like torpedoes being held back with full force. She noticed that and gave me an uncomfortable look. Well I asked her. Drinks on me if you are interested. She said I don’t do bars or pubs. You don’t look like a psycho to me so why don’t you pop in and the drinks on me then. I was like really. Are you sure. I really don’t want to impose. People i’m not going to lie to you all but actually I felt a slight bit of paranoia hit me. Now I was thinking what’s her game? Has she got a group of mobsters in the house who were just going to do me in. Was I going to get beaten up for being a horny child. I was like are you sure? She said sure sure. And don’t worry I ain’t gonna eat you up. What about your hubby. She said what hubby. I was like you said you dropped the kids off to school so I assumed that you got a hubby too. Well he was there but he settled for a younger version of me and has settled in Mumbai. The sleaze bag. I interjected. What a fool he has been. I sincerely tell you Mrs p it’s his loss. She interrupted and said yh yh heard it all before and really it does not phase me. My son and daughter are my world now. I live for them but yet I’m human too. When she said that both of us stopped walking and looked at each other. This kinda made me feel bad and sad for her at the same time. I grabbed her by the arm and locked arms with her. The feeling of just meeting the woman had vanished. That 15 minute walk and talk had formed a bond of friendship in no time. We reached her home. She lived in quite a busy end of the road. Buses and all going past the house. But it was predominantly a white folks area. We went in and I could smell Indian food and I said it smells nice. Why the sandwich. Oh it’s for the son he does not eat Indian. He loathes it. I smiled and said can I get some water. She smiled and said thought you might ask whisky or brandy. I said yh why not but a glass of water first please. She gave me the glass of water and then she removed her coat. She was wearing a beautiful t shirt saying naughty but nice. Sod the naughty sod the nice. My eyes were glued to those torpedoes just looking at me with earnest. She sensed that and walked up the stairs and said the drinks are in the drinks rack to the left of the fridge. The glasses are on the top shelf adjacent to the fridge in the cupboard. Fix yourself a drink. Ice is in the freezer. I enquired what would you have? She said whiskey for me, make me s light one. I did as I was told and by the time I had made the drinks I had to look twice. This woman was wearing an Indian pattern red night gown with a low cleavage wow wow wow my dick was just pushing through the chinos. Cock had started throbbing asking to be released to do it’s worse. She noticed the slight bulge in the pants and said excited are we? I blushed a bit but said do you blame me p. Do you blame me at all. She said yes I blame you for that pointing with her eyes to my bulge with a wicked smile and yes I just witnessed her tip of the tongue lick the side of her lips. The scene the mood the ambience were just electrifying. I knew I had this cougar but yet I managed to play this cool. We sat on the sofa which people can turn into a bed with a push of few buttons which I came to know later of how to operate. I put my hands across her waist. Yes she was a little thick but the tits and ass have done her justice. Lord brahma had really and truly done her justice. She gasped a bit and looked into my eyes and without warning even before we took the first sip we had our first smooch of a kiss. We lost control the glasses dropped in sync on the carpet. No shattering or breaking noises but the noise of wet kisses and tongue exploration had begun. She had a sweet taste to her and I moved to her neck lightly bit it. She gasped; my right hand was all over her thighs and had pulled her nighty up caressing those milky white thighs. I held back from playing with those torpedoes cos I knew they were mine. Just wanted to see how long I could hold back from molesting and manhandling those great knockers. Swoosh came down her knickers. I had already started circling my index finger and thumb around her love slit of a hole. The breathing was intoxicatingly heavy and her pussy a bit hairy. That never stopped me from finding the clit and tingling it with my middle finger and thumb. She gasped oh gosh oh gosh feels so good and as she said that some carnal animal instinct took over her which made her get up and yank on my belt. She got stuck with this belt and was a bit lost in opening my belt and flyers I just pulled my chinos down in the mean time giving her the help she needed. She grabbed my cock along with my boxers and said such thickness and pulled my boxers down and in one slurp half my cock was in her mouth. The slurping had started. She sucked that cock hard whilst her tongue played music with the tip of my knob. She was sucking like her life depended on my manhood. She milked it like a milk maid. She cupped my shaven bollocks and kept sucking it. This was indeed a sucking I would not forget for a life time. I got her up and put her on the sofa raised her slender legs up and said lemme return the favor. I sniffed the love hole of p it let out a musky aroma that just would send any pussy loving man mad with lust. I licked the clit and sucked on it like an after eight mint. Then slowly worked my tongue to the left of her pussy flap followed by the right. She then did the unexpected. A well spoken English lady had started talking in Hindi which I didn’t understand at all. All I gathered was oui ma oui ma. Thought it was french for yes. But no she was muttering other words in Hindi or Indian language. This then sent me wild with passion and my tongue just started flicking in and out of her love hole. Flickering in and flickering out non stop that I thought at the end of this I’m gonna end up with a dam lock jaw. But the horniness in me just kept on licking and sucking the lusty juice out of her dark pinkish pussy simultaneously. The licking and sucking went on and on and I just couldn’t get enough of that soft sweet delicate flesh. All of a sudden she pushed my head deep into her pussy and then she jerked and went all spastic on me with both her legs jolting and shaking. Her eyes were closed but I knew she was cumming by the bucket load my lips could taste this aunty’s cum juice but I just kept on slurping and slurping till the jolting subsided. She pulled me up to her and then kissed me passionately tasting her cum juice and our tongues were at a tug of war contest. My tongue trying to take over hers whilst her tongue trying to win one over me. All this time people I had not looked at her naked tits let alone touch it. Part two would be posted promptly but your feed back is most welcome. Peeps I’ve had email from guys asking for the names and numbers of these women I have encountered in my life. One thing guys I got to say is. As men we should never be scared. Get your own pussy and always have the ideology of ‘to get a pussy one cannot be one.’ further more I do not kiss and tell. But hey don’t mistake me for an arrogant prick because I ain’t. Other than that any mature aunties or girls from London over the legal age of consent is interested for no strings attached fun; an email is only a click away ? Part two of this story will be posted shortly cos right now I need to hit bed so I can be at work morro. South eastern train to catch at the early hours of the morn. Until then email me at [email protected]