I love big girls , women !!!One of my experiences is like this :Its 8.30 pm in dadar am waiting at the dadar-pune taxi stand.its one of those days in mumbai when the sky seems like sea and the downpour insistent.rains lashing , the roads getting flooded . At this time theres hardly much people around due to the rains , seemed like everyone had prepared their beds early.here I was standing and not a single cabbie in sight.lo & behold , I see a women in an yellow saree trying to keep the umbrella steady walking towards the stand.with the rain lashing shes partly drenched and has covered the saree over her shoulder but the wetness could give me a good outline of her body.she stood some distance fm me and was trying to squash the water fm her pallu.i glanced at her …
Wow was the only word which came to my mind.she was about 5’5” with a 3’ stiletto heels.wearing a plain yellow chiffon which clung to her body now totally drenched , it was like a second skin with a sleeveless blouse .when she had raised her arms to close the umbrella could see the dark shadow on her armpits , about a days growth of silky hair.the thrust of the blouse was phenomenal , the booty inside seemed like ripe mangoes with the tips jutting against the wet blouse.my loins were stirring and I could sense her looking at me.inadvertently I was actually staring at her , she smiled I smiled back.she had full lips, flared nostrils , the nose small and pert with no nose bud.at that time she was looking like a wet damsel.
I said hi!! Its like gods have really pissed of today …she smiled, chai !!! I volunteered.we had a smoking cup of tea at the stall and a lit a special filters , just one which was not totally wet.through the smoke we started conversing on trivia.she was working as a advt executive in pune and had come for a client presentation and had to reach pune the next day as she was getting engaged to and IT yuppie NRI. I felt like cursing the gods for this non resident idiot. Suddenly there came a sumo, with many people inside,actually a family .they got down to have tea and came to know of our predicament.they offered to give a lift but there was only a little place in the boot and I checked with neeta, ya that was her name, she said no problem, either I had to sit on her lap or……in the boot there were 3 women in their mid thirties 2 children , in front 3 elderly persons ..all in all about 11 people plus we two.well I said its gonna be a joy ride.
Neeta sat inmy lap, I mean she tried to make me comfortable but as it is with the wet clothing and all the 2 hours ride to pune was going to be interesting.we started moving with the windows fully closed , the vehicle was dark inside and rains lashing at us on the out.pittar patter the water was dropping like mini bombs….neeta leaned a bit and I could sense her hot breaths she was quick asleep , with my left hand on her thigh and right just below the hemline.the jerk made her soft bulky ass hit my loins consistently and me and junior understood that we were gonna be left without a wink.junior was straining now, preparing to burst out, I tried to count all the numbers had learned from my B-school with all the straetgies but here I was in a loop …passion loop. Slowly all my gentleman manners started Getting overwhelmedby my junior.my right had without my knowlegde crept up and up and finders Were brushing the tips of the melons.slowly I started carressing her breasts. She half opened her eyes, looked at me sighed and dozed off.i said o myseld that was a gr8 escape. Emboldened , my other arm started to slowing find its way, the dip of her navel made the fingers grope for the ultimate valley.emanwhile the carress had turned to squeeze and I knew then that she was pretending to sleep. The fingers had reached the fur…wet wet slinky and silky fur. And the melons were on the verge to giving out the juice….literally.the probe went deeper & deeper the index probe could feel the contours of the tight cavern , with each gentle press neeta was wriggling her ass much more in my lap cpupled with my junior butting her it was becoming unbearable for both of us.suddenly the vehicle screeched ato a halt and others started getting down . Neeta looked at them with disdain and her look at me openly stated the desire.we got down and I volunteered to sponsor for the tea & snacks.
On checking we found we were on the outskirts of lonavala.inside the restaurent , the tv was on, a crowd of onlookers , india were playing england.neeta nudged me and said the short leg should be in the deep gully for a breakthrough , I replied that the wicket was slippery and there was good chance of strokeplay.she agreed .We thanked the family for the ride and parted company.now I was looking for the satdium to play our game.we started walking and there she was on the side of the highway “ leelas’s inn”. Considering the ras leela about to begin I smiled .neeta gave me a quizzing look. We booked a room for the night . The moment we were inside it was all instinct.pure untainted animal instinct.we were pulling aand pushing my lips on her and rolling on the carpet. Up went her saree and I tore her panties, lace white lace and next instant junior was inside with a scream……aaaaaaaaaaa was the only sound .i was kissing and squeezing , stroking her breasts some of which had spilled out of her blouse.we had no time for austerities, it was just hellish stroke play……her aaas went on to ohhh and
Then ya ya yas………junior was on the burstline and with a sudden heave of her ass & my loins the dam burst…..we were lying together , me on top of her for someime , it seemed like eons, then I got up to light a smoke,she asked for a puff which I obliged , then kissed her hard on the mouth. It’s a different feeling , smell and all when you kiss a womens lips after a smoke….. Well i met her again……that for laterladies/women wishing to have the big O reach me at
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