I had driven up for work and she had a working trip to make. She said she would come up and see me and then be on her way. Her beautiful casual red shirt with the black pants she was wearing made her as attractive as ever. Her skin glowing and the red of the shirt complementing her lovely natural color.
We didn't have much time and I didn't want her to get into a 'every meeting doesn't have to be sex' mood. I bit at her nipple through the top. No preliminary hug, no kiss. The right breast, the right nipple. That, experience taught me, is the more sensitive one.
She gasped and her head hunched over my head. She pulled me up and hugged me. Not moving. Face just buried in me. Taking the comfort of my broad shoulders.
My hands were on her hips – I slid my hands into her pants, into her panties and cupped her ass and kneaded. Pulling her against me, letting her feel my already hard cock.
"Baby, you want me?" she asked softly. I don't know why she felt the need to ask. My eyes, my hands, my cock were all talking to her eyes, her body and her pussy simultaneously.
I covered the lips with mine and nibbled at them. She squealed and tried to push me away. My hands came up to her breast and I claimed it for myself. She staggered back towards the table and rested her ass on it. I helped her get up. And sit comfortably, drawing her legs around my hips. We kissed wildly and as we were kissing I noticed there were mirrors around the room.
"Have you ever seen how lust laden and wanton you look?" I asked her. She was puzzled. "What are you talking about?" she wondered.
"Well, every time I touch you I see that married shy woman melt away, and a pleasure seeking lusty woman unfold.. I see you on top of me with your breasts swaying and asking to be eaten. I see you below me with your hips open wide and your lips parted as you wait to be quenched. You never see yourself like that. Ever. And then you tell me that you are not that kind of woman...... look through my eyes and you will see what Sunita becomes when she is with Shyam."
"How do you mean?" she asked, her voice thick with excitement at hearing that description of herself.
I pulled her head to me and put my lips to her ears, "Look!", I said. My hands roamed up her back as she watched in the mirror. She could see my hand in the middle of her back kneading her flesh. Bolts of electricity shot through her body as she arched her back, pressing herself against me, her eyes unable to leave the image of herself in want.
I kissed her neck, sucking in her flesh and hoping that I was close enough to her breast for the pull to be felt on her breast itself. I wanted her nipples to scream out for my touch.
Her hand went to my head and she pushed me lower. Watching as my head moved over her chest. I lipped her nipples, but the knit fabric was too thick to allow me to wet the garment enough and expose the nipple. I opened my mouth wider and mouthed the breast, tugging at the flesh and letting it go.
She pushed me away and pulled up her t-shirt bunching it just under her shoulders. Her lower lip, that full juicy lower lip, hung open with desire. My fingers traced the bra encased breasts. Lovely beautiful breasts. Apple sized. So suckable. So delectable. I pulled down the edge of the lace to expose the nipple, pink-brown and like a dessert topping waiting to be eaten.
"Oh, Shyam!" she gasped. "Aaaaaaaaaah!" the long trademark moans were well on their way.
She grabbed desperately for the strap of her bra, wanting to free herself and open out to me. But I was too eagerly at her breast to give her the space to reach the strap. My lips and tongue battled with the fabric and squeezed out her nipple. Through the corner of my eye I looked at the side mirror and could see my face mashed against her breast, her hand on my head, and her own head, sometimes thrown back, sometimes hunched over me.
"Look," I mumbled through a mouthful of nipple. She turned to look and shuddered at the sight of us locked in that battle.
She just pulled up her bra without unstrapping and released her breasts to me, squeezed out from under the garment. My tongue lapped on them, lifting them with the strokes and dragging on the nipples. And I my hand touched her tummy and slid past her pant to her crotch. I felt the dampness on her panties as I covered her crotch. I had missed the waistband of her panties. My hand was firmly in, but trapped one layer away. I caressed and pushed and touched. I felt the wetness and heat, and suddenly felt my throat and lips go dry. And I think I knew where to get them wet.....
My face traveled down. She gasped and took a huge intake of breath as I nuzzled her soft tummy and buried my face in her crotch. Her pants were an impediment now. We both wanted it out of the way right NOW!
She undid the button. And raised her hips. I peeled down the trouser. She moved to get off the table, but I pushed her back.
"I want to lie back, open to you, and let you take me. There where only you and I go together. There, where Karan has no idea of," she said huskily.
"Yes, but I want you to watch the animal in you today out in display. I want you to see yourself in the mirror. Legs open wide. My head between your legs. Your body fucking my face. Your breasts swollen and nipples erect. Your entire being out of control. Have you ever seen the real Sunita? I asked her.
Her eyes opened wide, glittering in amazement at the thought that such a thing could be possible. She smiled. A mischievous smile. "You naughty man," she whispered and lay back leaning on the wall against which the table was placed.
I pulled her pants down and carefully took it off her. Now only her panties remained. I kissed her pussy through her panties and she sat up straight. "unhhhh! Baby.....," she pulled me to her lips and kissed me fully on my lips, nibbling and sucking on me.
I dragged my lips slowly and wantonly out of her mouth....looking into her eyes and letting her know that the journey was about to begin. I kissed her chin, her neck. Now we took time to unhook and throw the bra away. Her breasts just got a caress from my cheek, no lips, no tongue. I felt their fullness against my face and let them plop as my face crossed the contour.
I moved down and kissed her navel, my hands lower peeling down the panties. She raised her hips and I rolled it down. She raised one leg to slip it off that one leg first. That opened her legs wide and I let my fingers play with the opened up lips of her pussy. She gasped and froze. I gently stretched the panties over her toes and her leg was now free and she let it down, trapping my hand between her legs.
Now only one leg was in the panties and I pushed it past the knee so it was out of the way and not bothered much about whether it slipped off fully or not. As my head moved lower, I needed her to lean back and open out so I could reach my target.
My hands went up to her breasts and I held each in my hand and pressed gently to make her lean back. I quickly pulled a chair nearer so her one foot could go on the back of the chair to give her support. Now I asked her to look in the mirror, "See how open and wild you are. Look at your self spread out there wantonly, waiting for me to sink between your legs with my head and my tongue."
"Oh, Shyam, I am not used to all this. All I know is I want you to take me there! Anything that I want to see, I can see with my eyes closed when you are with me!" she whispered.
"And neither were you used to having your pussy and your clit licked and worshipped the way I do my love," I replied. " I have to show you all the things Karan has never shown you and never can."
"Leave him out of this," she pleaded. "Come take me, I will make you forget that there is anyone called Karan."
The quintessential Sunita. Taking both her men, and wanting to keep it that way without confusing one with the other.
I reached her soft furry pussy. She had had it shaved. I knew from the sparse cover compared to the springy bush I had countered on my previous visit.
"You shaved?" I asked. She nodded her confirmation. Shy. Shy to talk about such personal things. I looked up and saw her face: laden with desire, confused at my willingness to talk, and red with the shyness from the way we were with each other. All at once. A mish mash of emotions and feelings.
I tongued her. Once. Twice. I felt her fingers tighten and dig into head. I asked her, "How can Karan not want this....!"
