This is a story of an Indian housewife named Alpa. She is one of those females who never gets enough; she is always sexually starved. Let me describe her for you - she is a 28, a bit fat, 5ft. 8" in height with gorgeous legs, a gigantic round ass and slightly sagging but big breasts. While at home, Alpa always wears an Indian sari, which is skin - tight enabling her to expose her curves. She deliberately wears tight blouses in order to squeeze her breasts up, creating a long cleavage line, from which no one can help taking their eyes.
I shall not waste much time telling you anything about her day-to-day lifestyle or her relationship with her husband. All I can say is that her husband satisfies her to the best of his ability. He fucks Alpa about 5 times a week, but she never gets enough. Her husband is also aware that she can be turned on anytime, anywhere to quench her vaginal thirst. She is always on fire. He has had to use climax spray to prolong his orgasm, and during that time she would climax twice or thrice, but would still want more.
Alpa lives alone with her husband, who goes to work in business hours. One afternoon she was feeling extremely horny and wanted some immediate flesh inside her burning pussy. In the morning she had phoned the washing machine service man to arrange a visit in order to fix the machine; it had malfunctioned.
The bell rang and the service man was on the doorstep. Alpa, wearing her sari, opened the door and was surprised to find a well-built, handsome guy. She asked him to come inside. The naughtiest ideas started to circulate inside her mind.
She was wearing a sleeveless blouse, which exposed her sexy, sensuous, fair and nicely shaped hands. The blouse was low cut, exposing her beautiful back. The sari she wore was tight and the loose end was tucked tightly in at her naval. She always wore her sari in this way. She had a very good posture and always stood perfectly erect, showing her figure almost like a confident super model.
The service man enquired where the machine was located, and Alpa took him to the bathroom. Whilst he was analyzing the machine, Alpa stood there pressing hard against the doorframe and asked in a seductive voice, "Do you need some water? "
"No, thanks," said the service man. He was watching her as she stood in a very mischievous way. Whenever he looked at her, she would give a naughty seductive smile. He knew there was no one else at home.
The machine was fixed and he said that he needed to check it. He asked her whether she could provide some clothes so that he could load them into the machine.
Alpa said, "Well, there are no clothes, all of them have gone to the laundry...the only clothes are those which I am wearing...should I remove them and give them to you?"
The service man gulped and said, "Well, ma'm if that's not a problem, of course you can..."
Alpa removed her sari slowly whilst gazing into the eyes of the service man. Her sari-removing act was no less than a slow seductive strip show. She gave the sari to him and smiled.
The service man certainly got the idea about her desire but at the same time became tense. Alpa now stood there in her tight blouse and petticoat. The service man couldn't keep his eyes off the nicely shaped breasts struggling hard to remain inside her blouse-covered brassiere. There were drops of sweat on her cleavage and partially exposed breasts, which was a hot sight for him. He loaded the sari in to the machine and smiled, looking at her.
Alpa asked, "Won't you require some more clothes?".
At this, the service man became convinced that the girl was all for him and that he was going to enjoy the afternoon.
He said boldly, "Yes, ma'm, I would be grateful if you could help me with your blouse!"
"Sure you can have it, boy!" and she slowly unbuttoned her blouse whilst looking at him.
She removed the blouse slowly from her arms and handed it over to him. He was dumbfounded, while he stood gazing at that gigantic pair tightly pressed into her bra, which partially covered her tits. It was a great sight and immediately stimulated him, making his penis fully erect.
"Now.... do you need my petticoat?" she said.
"Oh...sure ma'm, sure you can, if you don't mind!"
"My pleasure... Can you unfasten the knot of my petticoat, I think it's too tight..."
"Sure ma'm," and then he came closer to her. Whilst looking at her face, he took the knot in his hands and unfastened it. The petticoat went loose and he allowed it to fall to her feet. He already felt the sense of pre-cum.
To his surprise, she wore no panties! He looked at her, whilst she said, "No boy.... I don't like to wear panties..." and gave a very mischievous smile. She pressed her lower lip between her teeth and gave the horniest gesture to him.
"Can I remove your bra...ma'm?"
"Sure boy, your washing machine still needs a good load, doesn't it? Go ahead." She turned around to show her back, leaned her body slightly down and faced the wall whilst keeping her hands on the wall! That was a magical sight for the service man. He thought how good it would be to rub his penis on her sexy, gorgeous, smooth and silky back.
He undid the bra and slowly slipped the lace over her arms. He placed his hands on her waist and turned her towards him. The bra cups were still hanging on her breasts. He slowly pulled the cups, exposing her bare breasts. The spotless milky white globes hung down and were begging to be sucked. The nipples were already erect and were almost half-an-inch long.
He looked at her and said, "You are very beautiful lady...ma'm!"
