Author's Note: This story is inspired by a fan who wishes to remain anonymous. Please read "Our Mid-Morning Tryst" for background info.
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We decide to spend a dirty weekend together, out of town. You tell your aunty that you will be visiting a friend on the weekend. My wife is away visiting her parents -- her father is unwell. My grown up kids are studying abroad.
One midweek afternoon, we meet at a shopping mall -- I want to buy you something sexy that you could wear on the weekend. We stroll in & out of shops stacked with ladies' clothes. You select a nice pair of hip & thigh hugging low rise jeans. We then look for a top. You finally pick a short--short figure hugging kurti made of thin translucent muslin. The neck is rounded & deep but not immodestly so -- just deep enough to reveal the tops of your plump breasts & the delicious dark valley between them. An intricate design in shiny sequins surrounds the neck. The hem just about covers your navel. The shop assistant suggests a brief slip to be worn underneath; you ignore her suggestion.
I hang around just outside the trial room while you try on the clothes. After a while the door of the trial room opens a crack & you beckon me. As soon as you've caught my attention, you open the door fully & do a quick turn to show off your new clothes. They fit perfectly. You've taken off your bra before slipping on the kurti & I get a clear glimpse of your breasts under the thin fabric of the kurti. I also see your panties peek out above the waistline of the low rise jeans. My throat runs dry & my cock stiffens. You quickly close the door before anyone else sees you & emerge a few minutes later, after changing back into your street clothes. Your face is flushed & eyes shine brightly...
We then go to a lingerie shop & you choose sexy pink thongs & a matching wispy, lacy push up bra. I of course don't see you wearing those but my imagination runs wild... Actually, the clothes we've bought are more suited for an evening out in a disco, rather than an outdoors trip, but you like them & you want them, so we buy them. I assume that you'll wear them in the privacy of our little cottage. But perhaps you have different ideas...
I want to buy you a nice chain. You insist that it shouldn't be something too expensive -- you don't want your hubby or other prying relatives to wonder how you got such expensive stuff... We finally settle on a long thin platinum plated chain with a small, pretty American diamond pendant. The pendant nestles midway down your cleavage...
Upon your return home, you try on the full ensemble. You look devastatingly sexy & attractive, almost sluttish, even to yourself. You realize that the clothes are too brazen & revealing to be worn on the street. So the next day you buy yourself a large printed silk scarf that can be wrapped around your shoulders to cover the hot top ...
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Saturday arrives. Unfortunately, I'm busy the whole morning, fielding important business calls from home. We've decided that I'll pick you up from the lobby of a suburban luxury hotel since we can't afford to be seen leaving together from our building...
You get ready & pack your stuff in a small bag. This includes the clothes I bought for you, as well as the scarf, plus your makeup kit. I've asked you to take along your sneakers, since we might be doing a bit of walking. You hesitate a bit & then throw in a pack of sanitary napkins; you aren't expecting your period for another few days, but take them along, just in case... You get dressed in your usual smart street clothes & take a cab to the hotel. You order some snacks & fruit juice in the coffee shop & wait for my call...
Finally I finish my last phone call & quickly throw some clothes into my overnight bag. I dress casually: a pair of clean but well worn & rather disreputable looking Bermudas teamed with a colorful cotton T shirt & a pair of sneakers without socks. Under the Bermudas I wear loose, comfortable striped boxer shorts that reach halfway down my thighs. Only my expensive watch & trendy shades could betray my real class to a careful observer. I quickly grab a sandwich before starting. I decide to use my son's old, rather beat up Maruti Zen car instead of my swanky imported sedan; I want to be as inconspicuous as possible on this trip...
I call you on my mobile as soon as I am on my way. You settle your bill & go to the ladies room. You change into your killer outfit: pink lacy bra, pink thongs, tight low rise jeans & short, translucent white, snug fitting muslin top. You wear the long thin chain; the shiny pendant snuggles comfortably in your décolletage. You put on three inch heels, stowing your sneakers in the bag. The heels cause your hips to thrust forward provocatively. The waistband of your thongs rides high on the sides of your hips, rising a couple of inches above the beltline of your low rise jeans & then plunging down at your crotch & at the cleavage between your buns. You feel a shiver of anticipation as you look at yourself in the mirror; your breath quickens a bit. You pull up your thongs & jeans & feel them settle into the cleft between your cunny lips. Your pussy immediately oozes moisture in response...
You spritz some cologne on your body & refresh your light makeup. You wrap the silk scarf around your shoulders; it snugly covers your top. Your shiny, fragrant, freshly shampooed hair has been tied in a loose bun at the nape of your neck. You look a demure & pretty young woman. You gather your stuff & wait for me in the hotel lobby...
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I drive through the heavy Saturday noon traffic & finally reach the hotel past one o'clock PM. I park the car myself & then stride briskly into the hotel lobby. The darwan salutes & opens the door for me, reacting instinctively to my imposing personality & self-assured manner; a lesser person dressed as casually as me would probably have been shooed away. I take off my shades & scan the lobby. I wave casually as soon as I spot you. Your heart leaps into your mouth when you see me; you take in my broad shoulders, trim body & well toned muscular legs. Your nipples tighten as you remember our last meeting... You rise & walk towards me, slightly unsteady on your heels. I pick up your shoulder bag. As you follow me out of the hotel, you can't resist unwrapping the scarf & readjusting it around your shoulders. You take your own sweet time doing that, getting a huge kick out of the lust-filled, open mouthed stares that you elicit from a few bystanders. I dump your bag on the rear seat of the Zen & hold the door open for you. We're finally on our way...
"What took you so long?" You inquire, pouting sulkily. I explain how busy I've been through the morning & say sorry.
"It's OK, uncle!" You say, giving me your best smile.
We're making slow progress through heavy traffic. The air conditioning of the car isn't able to keep up with the heat, and in a while it becomes uncomfortably hot.
"How do I look?" You ask, giving me a sideways glance.
"Great! What's with the scarf?" I respond, with a laugh, looking at you.
You're in any case uncomfortably hot under the scarf & take my comment as a cue to take it off. I concentrate on driving.
"How do I look?" You ask again, a hint of challenge in your voice. I look sideways at you when the car has stopped at a signal. It's the turn of my heart to leap into my mouth. I quickly look around to see whether anyone else is looking at you. Fortunately, the car has tinted glasses so nobody outside can see the dark interior.
"Oh my God. You're stunning!" I exclaim. My cock starts to stiffen. Your observant eye catches the movement in my crotch. You're pleased at my reaction.
"Thank you, Uncle!" You whisper, patting my knee.
Your hand rests lightly on my thigh. I grow hot & start sweating even as my cock becomes fully hard & tents my loose Bermudas. The combined smell of our sweat & musk suffuses the interior of the tiny car. Because of my height, I've pushed the driver's seat well back & also reclined the back rest. There is enough room for my erect cock to rise up without nudging the steering wheel. My attention is fully focused on driving. You take full advantage of my preoccupation. Your hand keeps caressing my thigh, running slowly up & down, taking devilish pleasure at my discomfiture as I squirm helplessly... Your hand rests on the erection tenting my Bermudas & then slowly rubs my cock over my clothes. You reach down & slip your hand inside my loose shorts. Shivers of pleasure run up my spine as your hand creeps slowly, inexorably upwards, eventually finding my hard cock. Your fingers run lightly up & down my shaft, teasing it till is a painfully hard & throbbing pole of masculine flesh. Your fist closes around my cock & grips it hard, then loosens again to continue with light feathery strokes of your skilled fingers. Your thumb runs over the crown & becomes wet with my sticky precum.
"Ahh...!" I exhale pleasurably & ask you to taste my cock. You bring your hand to your nose & sniff appreciatively, then lick your wet thumb.
"Umm...!" You respond. You keep repeating this exercise every now & again while I keep my attention focused on driving.
I ask you to let me taste your pussy. Your left hand slips into your jeans & your fingers find your slit. You rub yourself up & down, coming close to climax. You pull your hand out & offer your wet fingers one by one, for me to suck...
We continue this leisurely game as we make slow progress towards the toll plaza at Vashi. We stop & I wind down the window glass to pay toll. You too wind down the window glass & raise your arms to readjust your hair, pretending to ignore the stares of the staff as they ogle your out-thrust breasts...
We're at last on a clear stretch of road with sparse traffic. I'm finally able to retaliate against all your provocations. I ask you to take off your bra. You struggle & wriggle around, trying to unhook the bra strap at the back, but can't do it in the confined space. I ask you to pull up the hem of your top & lean forward. While my right hand holds the steering wheel steady & eyes look straight ahead, my left hand reaches under your top from below & grabs hold of the back strap of the bra. I pull it down until the elastic is stretched almost to breaking point & then yank it hard. The strap snaps with a ripping sound.
