It was with mixed emotions that she watched her flat being emptied…
The tall, dark cabinet. The dining room table. The king-sized bed...
This is where she had lived for more than 10 years. Numerous lovers had come and gone. She remembered them, or at least many of them. How the doorbell had rung. Or how she had come home with them in the middle of the night. Sometimes even during broad daylight. All these men who had passed the threshold and come into her life! Then they had passed through the inviting entrance hall, crossed the Oriental rug and penetrated her body, soul and vagina.
She remembered their hands. Some, large and hard; others, more delicate, white and soft, almost feminine. How many fingers hadn’t she sucked on? She loved sucking on men’s fingers. It always had an effect. She knew that her soft tongue against their coarse flesh produced unexpected sensations within them. The hands, the fingers, the knuckles: a forgotten erogenous zone for most. The taste. Sometimes salty, a little bitter. She remembered a younger man whose job she hadn’t been quite sure of. But once she smelled his hand, she realized that he must work in the fruit section of a grocery store. The hand smelled of citrus, orange, lime … She’d had a long, intimate conversation with that hand. She could still recall the sensation of what it was like to suck on his thumb while he erupted inside of her.
“Excuse me?”
She heard someone clear his throat, but it took a beat before she woke up from her daydream.
“Yes?”
Only an inner covered the young mover’s muscular upper torso. Both of his arms had large tattoos. She had been with tattooed men before, but this guy was more extreme.
“We’re almost done. But we’re going for a smoke before finishing up the last of it. That okay?”
Sure, it was okay. She nodded, slightly distracted.
He stayed back, watching her.
It wasn’t easy to turn her attention away from his fit chest and arms. She sensed a familiar tingle in her vagina, but tried to ignore it. Not now. It would be improper. Now, she had to finish emptying her 2BHK and move on, to her new life. Most of the furniture was going to be stored. She was on a loss of pay. Her flight was departing this afternoon. She was taking off, like the migrant birds, towards another destination. She was heading to Bangalore first, where she was going to stay with a childhood friend. God, she was almost 45, and her only son had been a grown-up for many years now. They had said their goodbyes the evening before. Moreover, he liked the idea that his old mom was going to become a world traveller. What would happen next was an unknown. It was thrilling, a relief, to avoid getting stuck in predictable patterns.
He remained in front of her, like a statue. The dark hair on his forehead was slightly moist. The tingling in her vagina grew stronger. How ridiculous! What did she expect? Yeah, she looked good, but she was probably 20 years his senior. Perhaps even more. She cursed the horniness that was always interfering with whatever she was doing. “A male sexuality” is what one of her mature lovers had called her urges.
Male?
A woman wasn’t allowed to be horny? She wasn’t allowed to get turned on by a sexy body, a lustful look, an erotic tattoo? Yes, tattoos were erotic. She could already feel his sculpted arms around her. His hands on her butt. His carnal urge to penetrate her, his body fluids mixing with hers.
“Go and have a smoke and a coffee,” she heard herself say as she parted her lips just so and placed her hand on her neck. The air between them became electrified.
He turned around and walked off, slower than he ought to. It was as if he were expecting to be called back. She wanted to, but felt the need to be responsible, responsible to herself. Not to call him back. Not to have a quick fuck here and now, in the midst of her life as it was changing. On second thought, “Why not?” whispered love’s advocate in her other ear. There’s never a wrong time for sex. It is never wrong to be satisfied, fulfilled, humped. Trust your instincts! You never know when you’ll run into such eye candy again.
Yeah, so what if that was manly? In fact, maybe it was female? She knew that she had to obey her sexual instincts. She couldn’t let this man just disappear. He was an exceptionally sexy specimen. She knew that, after having sampled many of them.
In actuality, she was a collector of them. She kept a record of her sexual acts with all of these strangers with whom she had an encounter. After her son left home, it had become her hobby. And men were so easy to catch. A smile was all it took. Just licking her lips while letting her hand lightly brush against their legs.
Older was fine by her; she wasn’t picky either way when it came to age. One of her most wonderful lovers had been an older man, his hair salt and pepper, but with an unquenchable spark in his eyes. She had shut her own eyes while his hands danced on her stiff nipples. She met him up at the cafe across the street, and he had been sitting with a cup of coffee, reading a newspaper, when she sat down next to him and smiled … She could still remember his hard cock, which contrasted sharply from his aged body. She recalled how she had worried that he might suffer a heart attack when he thrust it deep into her quivering pussy, as he rubbed himself against her G-spot. When he licked her clitoris, she thought she’d shatter into a thousand pieces. But he never died, although she almost did. He gave her a prolonged fountain orgasm, and then put on his shirt and disappeared from her life. She saw him occasionally, but there would never be a repeat of their afternoon encounter.
Her brain had by now stopped talking to her; the conversation was carried on with her clitoris, which gave her direct orders. Not to seem too eager. At the same time, not to appear too reserved. It was a balancing act, which she had mastered. She knew precisely how to get Mr. Tattoo where she wanted him.
“Hold on!” she said, just as he was about to shut the door behind himself. “I’m a little worried about the glass paintings. Are you sure it’ll be fine during the move?”
“Ehm … yeah, we’re very careful about glass/fragile items so they won’t come into harm’s way,” he responded with a look that promised big things.
“You see, it means a lot to me.”
The words spoken between them were not important. Now it was their pheromones that communicated. She could really sense the scent of his hard genitalia, see the clear drop of pre-cum that escaped his hard penis head. Get a hint of the pulsating blood in his cock, which was there, still out of her sight. She loved this phase, when she and whoever she’d soon be naked with lost their inhibitions. That was the essence of sex. The need when it was at its strongest. One could do practically anything in that moment, just to have the genitals unite in the most intimate contact of all.
“I’d rather see for myself that the painting is being transported correctly,” she said, trying to sound authoritative. “Can you please take me down to the truck?”
In the elevator down, she had a difficult time meeting his eyes. She knew that he was studying her breasts, letting his gaze go down, down between her legs, where her pounding vagina was to be found beneath the tight black pants. They cut slightly into her private parts, and she felt pleasantly exposed before him. He allowed her to enter the truck first. He showed her, how carefully the have packed and placed the painting..
“Shut the door,” she ordered.
She turned to him.
This is what he had been waiting for. He reacted immediately, embracing her in the darkness of the truck.
“It’s cool; the others will be gone for at least 20 minutes,” he whispered in her ear.
He pulled out a gray moving blanket, and they sank down onto the truck’s floor. He tore open her blouse with anxious fingers. He grunted at the sight of her breasts, leaned down and took her expectant nipple into his mouth, sucking on it with a warm, wet tongue and coarse lips. She felt the beard scratch slightly against her white skin, but it only made her hornier. She felt her pussy swelling and flowing with yearning. She always became wet and slippery, something that was especially evident whenever she was shaved. Her clitoris throbbed against her panties.
She reached out and gripped his ass with her hands. Tight, firm. Down, into the pants. She ripped open his belt, jerked down his shorts and got hold of one magnificent cock. It had lived a cramped existence in his work pants, but now swayed promisingly in the dull light.
He tasted salty and soft and youthful. She took his penis head into her mouth as he continued his work on her breasts. He had removed her black bra, and now her breasts hung freely. She tasted some more of his cock, took his balls in one hand and held the shaft with the other in order to stroke it better. She loved taking them in her mouth. She loved the taste, the smell, the effect. And when she felt the erection getting even harder against her lips, her horniness became almost unbearable.
“I need your pussy,” he whispered with a husky voice as he thrust inside of her mouth. She let go of his cock and fell back onto the grey blanket. He pulled her legs up and came closer to her vagina with his face. She shut her eyes.
“Ahh, you’re a naughty girl,” he said quietly, and explored her vulva with his hand. “But it’s good that you’re shaved, ’cause then it’s easier to tell how horny you are. I think I have to let my dick come inside you a little, just to feel whether you’re ready or not.”
It was like a dream. Her horniness made her mute. She couldn’t get a word out, she who was usually a master of all situations, especially ones like these! Now she lay there like a schoolgirl and spread her legs, feeling his rough hands, forcefully part her trembling thighs.
“But not yet.”
“Oh, yes, now, now, now,” she wanted to cry. She wanted to feel that great cock head penetrate her flesh, rip a hole into her longing, slide in on the moist, slippery juice, fulfilling her darkness. But she couldn’t say anything, she couldn’t ask for it.
“You have to ask me to do it,” he said, as if he could read her thoughts.
He used a finger to touch her spread pussy, a touch that sent an electric shock through her body, making her nipples stiffen even further. She thought she was going to faint. She pressed her vagina closer to him, wanting to be taken, fondled. Hard and soft at the same time, her clitoris raised its head and tried to show, “look, look, here I am, pat me, stroke me.”
But he simply looked, spreading her legs. He blew gently down the length of her slit.
“God, we have no time. You have to fuck me now.”
“Say ‘please.’”
“Just do it! Do it.”
“Say ‘please.’ Do you have a difficult time begging?”
She did have a difficult time with it. She never begged for anything. But now … !
“I beg, beg, beg, please, please, fuck me now, or … ”
“Or?”
“Just do it,” she sobbed.
Now he came to her. His cock was mercilessly hard. The penis head in her slit was great and powerful as he came into her, step by step. He took her breath away. Using his hand, he spread her outer labia to make room for his hard cock. He spit on his fingers to add more lube. Otherwise, there was a chance he wouldn’t be able to penetrate her fully. Meanwhile, he held her under her butt and prepared the runway. She felt like she couldn’t breathe. It was one of the most sensational experiences of her life.
He began to move his thick penis back and forth. Every time he thrust it into her pussy, she panted. She tried to be quiet, but couldn’t control herself. His hard cock burned like a sweet fire inside of her vagina. He filled her up completely. She shivered and exploded every time he moved inside of her. She felt his balls spank her slightly between the holes. This, combined with how he was wedged inside of her pussy, was a sensation she had never before believed was possible.
Now she began to rub herself against him.
“Cool that you were able to take it all,” he whispered, and began to breathe deeper, heavier.
He pulled it out completely and brought it to her mouth as she lay there. She managed to lick his head only a few times before he moved down again, and this time he rammed it hard, without any warning, into her voracious hole. She let out a surprised scream, but the pain had given way to a torturous sensation of terrible delight coursing through her clitoris, into the vaginal walls and down towards the anus, the insides of the thighs. Her breasts moaned in an erotic struggle where they wanted to be touched, hard, all while being rubbed with a softer touch. She felt her vagina begin to tense up and cramp in orgasmic-like contractions. It was like an order. He now began to thrust harder, without waiting for her consent. His firmness both frightened and seduced her.
He spread her legs even further and began to pump his masculinity into her. She sensed that he was getting close.
“You can’t come before me,” she whispered between the panting.
“ Come now,” he commanded.
And when she felt his next powerful thrust, the dams inside of her opened up, and her vagina began pulsating against him, contracting violently, the tide of her orgasm washed through her so intensely that she momentarily blacked out. He was still so hard. “God’s gift to women,” she managed to reflect before he pulled his cock out and brought it to her breasts. She held them together and allowed his smelly cock to glide back and forth as her vagina finished shivering.
“Now,” he stuttered, and a gush of white sperm shot out at her. She had wanted to stay in the moment, but in that same instant, someone was heard trying to open the truck from the outside. Knocks.
“Yo, what the fuck, someone in there? We’re in a hurry now.”
They quickly pulled apart from each other. Clothes back on.
“He has to go and get the key; it’s Vivek,” he whispered. “Just keep quiet and he’ll go away.”
She managed to wipe the sperm off the grey blanket before he opened the doors.
“Get out!”
Without even turning, she did as he said and quickly headed towards the front door. Took the elevator up to the flat, which soon would be a part of her life’s history.
So too would the moment in the moving truck.
It felt like a dignified ending. She could now lock and leave. Move on to another place in life.
The tall, dark cabinet. The dining room table. The king-sized bed...
This is where she had lived for more than 10 years. Numerous lovers had come and gone. She remembered them, or at least many of them. How the doorbell had rung. Or how she had come home with them in the middle of the night. Sometimes even during broad daylight. All these men who had passed the threshold and come into her life! Then they had passed through the inviting entrance hall, crossed the Oriental rug and penetrated her body, soul and vagina.
She remembered their hands. Some, large and hard; others, more delicate, white and soft, almost feminine. How many fingers hadn’t she sucked on? She loved sucking on men’s fingers. It always had an effect. She knew that her soft tongue against their coarse flesh produced unexpected sensations within them. The hands, the fingers, the knuckles: a forgotten erogenous zone for most. The taste. Sometimes salty, a little bitter. She remembered a younger man whose job she hadn’t been quite sure of. But once she smelled his hand, she realized that he must work in the fruit section of a grocery store. The hand smelled of citrus, orange, lime … She’d had a long, intimate conversation with that hand. She could still recall the sensation of what it was like to suck on his thumb while he erupted inside of her.
“Excuse me?”
She heard someone clear his throat, but it took a beat before she woke up from her daydream.
“Yes?”
Only an inner covered the young mover’s muscular upper torso. Both of his arms had large tattoos. She had been with tattooed men before, but this guy was more extreme.
“We’re almost done. But we’re going for a smoke before finishing up the last of it. That okay?”
Sure, it was okay. She nodded, slightly distracted.
He stayed back, watching her.
It wasn’t easy to turn her attention away from his fit chest and arms. She sensed a familiar tingle in her vagina, but tried to ignore it. Not now. It would be improper. Now, she had to finish emptying her 2BHK and move on, to her new life. Most of the furniture was going to be stored. She was on a loss of pay. Her flight was departing this afternoon. She was taking off, like the migrant birds, towards another destination. She was heading to Bangalore first, where she was going to stay with a childhood friend. God, she was almost 45, and her only son had been a grown-up for many years now. They had said their goodbyes the evening before. Moreover, he liked the idea that his old mom was going to become a world traveller. What would happen next was an unknown. It was thrilling, a relief, to avoid getting stuck in predictable patterns.
He remained in front of her, like a statue. The dark hair on his forehead was slightly moist. The tingling in her vagina grew stronger. How ridiculous! What did she expect? Yeah, she looked good, but she was probably 20 years his senior. Perhaps even more. She cursed the horniness that was always interfering with whatever she was doing. “A male sexuality” is what one of her mature lovers had called her urges.
Male?
A woman wasn’t allowed to be horny? She wasn’t allowed to get turned on by a sexy body, a lustful look, an erotic tattoo? Yes, tattoos were erotic. She could already feel his sculpted arms around her. His hands on her butt. His carnal urge to penetrate her, his body fluids mixing with hers.
“Go and have a smoke and a coffee,” she heard herself say as she parted her lips just so and placed her hand on her neck. The air between them became electrified.
He turned around and walked off, slower than he ought to. It was as if he were expecting to be called back. She wanted to, but felt the need to be responsible, responsible to herself. Not to call him back. Not to have a quick fuck here and now, in the midst of her life as it was changing. On second thought, “Why not?” whispered love’s advocate in her other ear. There’s never a wrong time for sex. It is never wrong to be satisfied, fulfilled, humped. Trust your instincts! You never know when you’ll run into such eye candy again.
Yeah, so what if that was manly? In fact, maybe it was female? She knew that she had to obey her sexual instincts. She couldn’t let this man just disappear. He was an exceptionally sexy specimen. She knew that, after having sampled many of them.
In actuality, she was a collector of them. She kept a record of her sexual acts with all of these strangers with whom she had an encounter. After her son left home, it had become her hobby. And men were so easy to catch. A smile was all it took. Just licking her lips while letting her hand lightly brush against their legs.
Older was fine by her; she wasn’t picky either way when it came to age. One of her most wonderful lovers had been an older man, his hair salt and pepper, but with an unquenchable spark in his eyes. She had shut her own eyes while his hands danced on her stiff nipples. She met him up at the cafe across the street, and he had been sitting with a cup of coffee, reading a newspaper, when she sat down next to him and smiled … She could still remember his hard cock, which contrasted sharply from his aged body. She recalled how she had worried that he might suffer a heart attack when he thrust it deep into her quivering pussy, as he rubbed himself against her G-spot. When he licked her clitoris, she thought she’d shatter into a thousand pieces. But he never died, although she almost did. He gave her a prolonged fountain orgasm, and then put on his shirt and disappeared from her life. She saw him occasionally, but there would never be a repeat of their afternoon encounter.
Her brain had by now stopped talking to her; the conversation was carried on with her clitoris, which gave her direct orders. Not to seem too eager. At the same time, not to appear too reserved. It was a balancing act, which she had mastered. She knew precisely how to get Mr. Tattoo where she wanted him.
“Hold on!” she said, just as he was about to shut the door behind himself. “I’m a little worried about the glass paintings. Are you sure it’ll be fine during the move?”
“Ehm … yeah, we’re very careful about glass/fragile items so they won’t come into harm’s way,” he responded with a look that promised big things.
“You see, it means a lot to me.”
The words spoken between them were not important. Now it was their pheromones that communicated. She could really sense the scent of his hard genitalia, see the clear drop of pre-cum that escaped his hard penis head. Get a hint of the pulsating blood in his cock, which was there, still out of her sight. She loved this phase, when she and whoever she’d soon be naked with lost their inhibitions. That was the essence of sex. The need when it was at its strongest. One could do practically anything in that moment, just to have the genitals unite in the most intimate contact of all.
“I’d rather see for myself that the painting is being transported correctly,” she said, trying to sound authoritative. “Can you please take me down to the truck?”
In the elevator down, she had a difficult time meeting his eyes. She knew that he was studying her breasts, letting his gaze go down, down between her legs, where her pounding vagina was to be found beneath the tight black pants. They cut slightly into her private parts, and she felt pleasantly exposed before him. He allowed her to enter the truck first. He showed her, how carefully the have packed and placed the painting..
“Shut the door,” she ordered.
She turned to him.
This is what he had been waiting for. He reacted immediately, embracing her in the darkness of the truck.
“It’s cool; the others will be gone for at least 20 minutes,” he whispered in her ear.
He pulled out a gray moving blanket, and they sank down onto the truck’s floor. He tore open her blouse with anxious fingers. He grunted at the sight of her breasts, leaned down and took her expectant nipple into his mouth, sucking on it with a warm, wet tongue and coarse lips. She felt the beard scratch slightly against her white skin, but it only made her hornier. She felt her pussy swelling and flowing with yearning. She always became wet and slippery, something that was especially evident whenever she was shaved. Her clitoris throbbed against her panties.
She reached out and gripped his ass with her hands. Tight, firm. Down, into the pants. She ripped open his belt, jerked down his shorts and got hold of one magnificent cock. It had lived a cramped existence in his work pants, but now swayed promisingly in the dull light.
He tasted salty and soft and youthful. She took his penis head into her mouth as he continued his work on her breasts. He had removed her black bra, and now her breasts hung freely. She tasted some more of his cock, took his balls in one hand and held the shaft with the other in order to stroke it better. She loved taking them in her mouth. She loved the taste, the smell, the effect. And when she felt the erection getting even harder against her lips, her horniness became almost unbearable.
“I need your pussy,” he whispered with a husky voice as he thrust inside of her mouth. She let go of his cock and fell back onto the grey blanket. He pulled her legs up and came closer to her vagina with his face. She shut her eyes.
“Ahh, you’re a naughty girl,” he said quietly, and explored her vulva with his hand. “But it’s good that you’re shaved, ’cause then it’s easier to tell how horny you are. I think I have to let my dick come inside you a little, just to feel whether you’re ready or not.”
It was like a dream. Her horniness made her mute. She couldn’t get a word out, she who was usually a master of all situations, especially ones like these! Now she lay there like a schoolgirl and spread her legs, feeling his rough hands, forcefully part her trembling thighs.
“But not yet.”
“Oh, yes, now, now, now,” she wanted to cry. She wanted to feel that great cock head penetrate her flesh, rip a hole into her longing, slide in on the moist, slippery juice, fulfilling her darkness. But she couldn’t say anything, she couldn’t ask for it.
“You have to ask me to do it,” he said, as if he could read her thoughts.
He used a finger to touch her spread pussy, a touch that sent an electric shock through her body, making her nipples stiffen even further. She thought she was going to faint. She pressed her vagina closer to him, wanting to be taken, fondled. Hard and soft at the same time, her clitoris raised its head and tried to show, “look, look, here I am, pat me, stroke me.”
But he simply looked, spreading her legs. He blew gently down the length of her slit.
“God, we have no time. You have to fuck me now.”
“Say ‘please.’”
“Just do it! Do it.”
“Say ‘please.’ Do you have a difficult time begging?”
She did have a difficult time with it. She never begged for anything. But now … !
“I beg, beg, beg, please, please, fuck me now, or … ”
“Or?”
“Just do it,” she sobbed.
Now he came to her. His cock was mercilessly hard. The penis head in her slit was great and powerful as he came into her, step by step. He took her breath away. Using his hand, he spread her outer labia to make room for his hard cock. He spit on his fingers to add more lube. Otherwise, there was a chance he wouldn’t be able to penetrate her fully. Meanwhile, he held her under her butt and prepared the runway. She felt like she couldn’t breathe. It was one of the most sensational experiences of her life.
He began to move his thick penis back and forth. Every time he thrust it into her pussy, she panted. She tried to be quiet, but couldn’t control herself. His hard cock burned like a sweet fire inside of her vagina. He filled her up completely. She shivered and exploded every time he moved inside of her. She felt his balls spank her slightly between the holes. This, combined with how he was wedged inside of her pussy, was a sensation she had never before believed was possible.
Now she began to rub herself against him.
“Cool that you were able to take it all,” he whispered, and began to breathe deeper, heavier.
He pulled it out completely and brought it to her mouth as she lay there. She managed to lick his head only a few times before he moved down again, and this time he rammed it hard, without any warning, into her voracious hole. She let out a surprised scream, but the pain had given way to a torturous sensation of terrible delight coursing through her clitoris, into the vaginal walls and down towards the anus, the insides of the thighs. Her breasts moaned in an erotic struggle where they wanted to be touched, hard, all while being rubbed with a softer touch. She felt her vagina begin to tense up and cramp in orgasmic-like contractions. It was like an order. He now began to thrust harder, without waiting for her consent. His firmness both frightened and seduced her.
He spread her legs even further and began to pump his masculinity into her. She sensed that he was getting close.
“You can’t come before me,” she whispered between the panting.
“ Come now,” he commanded.
And when she felt his next powerful thrust, the dams inside of her opened up, and her vagina began pulsating against him, contracting violently, the tide of her orgasm washed through her so intensely that she momentarily blacked out. He was still so hard. “God’s gift to women,” she managed to reflect before he pulled his cock out and brought it to her breasts. She held them together and allowed his smelly cock to glide back and forth as her vagina finished shivering.
“Now,” he stuttered, and a gush of white sperm shot out at her. She had wanted to stay in the moment, but in that same instant, someone was heard trying to open the truck from the outside. Knocks.
“Yo, what the fuck, someone in there? We’re in a hurry now.”
They quickly pulled apart from each other. Clothes back on.
“He has to go and get the key; it’s Vivek,” he whispered. “Just keep quiet and he’ll go away.”
She managed to wipe the sperm off the grey blanket before he opened the doors.
“Get out!”
Without even turning, she did as he said and quickly headed towards the front door. Took the elevator up to the flat, which soon would be a part of her life’s history.
So too would the moment in the moving truck.
It felt like a dignified ending. She could now lock and leave. Move on to another place in life.
