Seduced By A Mature Seductress
“Welcome Back, Sir”…the receptionist at Hotel Atithi smiled broadly at me when I entered the lobby. I smiled back and signed the proffered the form. “2 days stay only Sir”. “Yes” I replied. “I am expecting a guest for lunch. ” “No problem, Sir …would you like lunch to be served in the room or in the restaurant?” “Depends on the meeting duration” I replied. The bell boy opened the door of Room 501. It was facing the Airport. After making sure everything was in order the bell boy left. 10.00 am only I thought, another 3 hours to go before Priya reaches here. The feeling of excitement was tinged with a bit of disbelief at this surreal situation. Just 2 months ago the first mail was exchanged. After that the exchanges were mainly one liners with most of the time the timing of being online clashing. I still remembered Aug 17th as the date when for the first time the chat on Gmail turned intimate with Priya mailing her vital stats while in office and I replying in a taxi on my way to New Delhi Rly station. That was the first day I learnt that Priya shaved her pubes. Priya’s forthrightness was refreshing and over the next 1 week the e intimacy grew along with the lust simmering. The tour to Mumbai was planned and I decided to be in Mumbai 1 working day prior as Priya had indicated that her family responsibilities will make it impossible to make it during a weekend. She had agreed to take half day off and meet me for lunch at this hotel. Just the thought of meeting her was straining my dick. Unbelievable to see this reaction in a married man of 10 yrs. I smsed the room number to Priya so that she could come straight to the room. At quarter to 1 the doorbell rang. I jumped up and opened the door and right away I knew that the woman standing in front of me was Priya. “Hi Priya, Come in”…I croaked…Priya smiled came in and shook my hand. She was quite tall around 5.6, wearing a yellow cotton sari and a matching blouse. I saw a bright eyed intelligent face framed by medium length salt and pepper hair. I knew her age as 47 and I was glad that she looked mature and intelligent. She replied hi, put down the handbag, sat down in the chair and started scrutinizing me. “Like what you see”, I asked. “I judge by how they work not how they look” was her reply. Wow the assurance of this woman was amazing I thought. “Can I just freshen up?” Priya asked. “Sure” I said and lead her to the bathroom. On reaching the door, I stood while she entered the bathroom. ” Please don’t shut the door” I appealed to her. “Getting hot so soon. Just wait”, saying this she shut the door. I put my ears to the crack below the door to listen…I heard the toilet seat being pulled down and then the erotic sound of her water tinkling in the commode…The ache in my groin was unbearable . The sound stopped then the sound of water in the basin. I quickly went to the seat near the window and sat. Priya came out. “Will you have something?” I asked?. “No”. she added… “Do you always speak so less?” I asked… “There are 2 reasons why I am speaking less now. One, you speak a lot and second we both know why we are here and it is definitely not for speaking.” , she said. I was stunned by the reply. Suddenly I became confused as what to do next. She sensed my confusion and beckoned to me while sitting on the other chair. I moved to her. “Sit down near my feet,” she commanded…”My feet are aching, press them”. My mouth was dry as I removed her slippers. Slowly I started massaging her feet. She relaxed and closed her eyes. Her knees were slightly apart. I moved my hands to massage her calves…Oh God her calves were wheatish and full…I put her feet on my groin and on feeling the bulge she started pressing the same with her heel. Suddenly I put her toe in my mouth and started sucking it slowly… “AAAhhh” she whispered, “that feels so good”…. I sucked all her toes not neglecting the space between them. Priya was breathing much faster now. I pushed up her sari to her knees and kissed every inch of her lovely calves…The back of her knees were dimpled and one could see the slight blue veins underneath the skin. Priya caught her breath when I kissed her there. Her knees slowly fell apart and her hands were in my hair pulling my head between her legs. I put my head under her sari…The first thing which hit me was her odour, a combination of her body sweat and the juices of her arousal …my cock threatened to burst as I inhaled her to my heart’s content. She wasn’t wearing a panty. My nose was eagerly searching the source of this heavenly smell… I could sense her thighs moving further apart and then with a jerk she brought down my face to her pussy….I went mad…I was nuzzling her cunt almost trying to fuck her with my nose. …I could feel her bristly pubic hair (I had told her not to shave) and then the slippery moisture between her legs. Like a man dying of thirst I started licking her pussy mixing an up down movement with a rotatory movement. Priya was still breathing loudly and had started moving her hips against my face. I was drowning in her pussy juices and had to come up for air. I brought my head out from under the sari and lay down on my back on the carpet… “Please sit on me” I said Priya stood up panting and opened her sari…She hitched her petticoat above her waist…Oh god she was beautiful ….Her body was just the way she had described it, ample and having the distinct structure of the mature woman which I always fantasized about…Her fleshy thighs culminated in an amazing pussy “Please turn around”.., I whispered… She turned around and I almost died..Her ass…oh my god …What an ass…WHAT AN ASS…It was awesome and round…Marathi women are known to have protruding asses and during my stay in Mumbai I used to glimpse these asses covered behind a sari or a salwar kameez…But this had to be the best ass I had seen..Round, heavy with the paradoxical feature of being soft yet taut….