SUNITA FISTS HIM

It was sheer luck that they were able to meet at the airport. There
was a one hour overlap during which Sunita was in the arrival hall
and Sushil in departure. They agreed to meet though it was going to
be very brief. Sunita was unsure about the meeting. "What could be
achieved in such a short visit and that too in such a public place?"
she wondered. Yet she was the one who had enforced all the
practicality of this arrangement.
Sushil was happy to meet with her. Any opportunity to meet her was
fine and his heart skipped a beat when he spotted her walking out of
the arrival hall. Her eyes were looking for him and he noticed the
flash of flesh from the midriff as she hefted her bag onto her
shoulder.
They met in the short alley between the two terminals, which is not
much used by anyone. She was wearing a traditional saree as she was
headed home for the karvachauth festival, in which the woman prays
for her husband's well being. She was decked with jewelry, gold
bangles, necklaces, and her mangalsutra was all the more prominent.
She had red vermilion on her forehead which made her look so full
and so radiant. God, he loved her like this, she seemed so much like
a homely woman. And yet, as his eyes traveled the line of low cut
blouse, and the spot on her chest where the pendant of the
mangalsutra nestled, he felt the hardon instantly and wondered why
they had not chosen to meet in a more private place.
"Hi!" she said, her eyes gleaming at the excitement of having made
the rendezvous happen.
"It's great to see you," he replied, his eyes on her lovely neck,
and wandering down to her locket and then the swell of her modest-
sized breasts. The locket shimmered on the chest, the flawless and
delicate skin providing a reposing place for the ornament.
"What are you looking at?" she asked, knowing the answer very well.
She knew he was eyeing the expanse of her skin and it thrilled her.
She was reasonably modest in her dressing, but Sushil just undressed
her with his eyes and it needed just that much to feel the slickness
she now felt between her legs.
"Nothing," he lied, shifting uncomfortably to try and hide his
obvious arousal. Then on an impulse he pulled her to him and gave
her a hug, holding her to himself. In that moment she lost herself.
Her hesitation to meet another man in a public place gave way to her
desire to hold his barrel like torso and feel his chest. She put her
arms around him and buried her face in his chest and murmured, "Oh,
Sushil!"
His hand went to her head and he rubbed her, cradling the soft head
of hair to his body. Her hand ran down his chest and quickly
traveled down to his crotch just to get a sense of his arousal. He
would be aroused, she knew for sure. Sushil could not be with her
and not have that rich swollen cock! And yes, her hand found the
truth; he was completely hard. She ran her hand over the thickness
trapped in his pants and found the head. She leaned up and kissed
him, her thumb running circles on the head which she had located.
He gasped as he felt her thumb caress the sensitive spot on his
head. He jerked every time she crossed the precise tender spot where
the caress had maximum impact. He groaned, his chin resting on the
top of her head. She smiled and sighed, looking up at him. Where he
felt desperation, she felt joy at having her man where she wanted
him. This part of her amazed him; the ability to meet like this and
get satisfaction from a situation of maddening arousal.
She slipped her hand down the front of his trousers and through the
waistband of his underpants and held the pillar in her hands. The
bangles jangled as she made the distance, and the warmth of his
twitching cock felt familiar in her small hands. She sighed again,
the fullness of that cock satisfying her. That moment her hand
became the sheath of her pussy and she just held him, her fingers
applying varying pressure, so that it felt like waves washing on him.
He shuddered and buried his face in her neck, his passion
uncontrollable now. She felt the wetness in the palm of her hand and
suddenly knew she wanted more. She quickly pulled out her hand and
made him lean on the wall. She bent forward and quickly snapped open
his trousers, her saree pallu falling as she leaned forward. The
half draped saree, the leaning woman, her necklace hanging, her low
cut blouse revealing the black bra which held her breasts was a
dizzying sight for Sushil. The blaze of traditional colors and
jewelry made her look magnificent, and the heat of her interaction
with him made her seem so wanton. The combination of a vibrant
turnout with wanton lust was a heady one.
When she pulled down his underpants, his cock fully reflected his
arousal at the sight of Sunita in this mood and attire. It was a
full surging cock, hard as it had ever been, every vein full and
distended, the smear of precum around the head testimony to her
handiwork as of now.
As she leaned forward her necklace touched and the edge of the gold
metalwork made him shrink. Her hand grabbed the full trunk of cock
and she gently moved her hand forward and back. Pulling back slowly,
till the entire cockhead was unsheathed and the precum oozed out.
And then pulling forward fully till the head was completely fisted
and pleasured. The jingle jangle of her bangles slowly acquired a
rhythm as she set a pace for herself. As her hand pulled back and
the cockhead unsheathed, she ran the thumb over the head and Sushil
gasped and cried out, "Aaaaah!"
She was so skilful at harnessing the wetness of his cock and
smearing it all over so her hand could pump mercilessly.
She now put one hand on the wall behind Sushil for support and the
other hand fisted his cock expertly. Her face was downwards
concentrating on his cock, her necklace swinging with her motions,
and the gentle jangling of ornaments establishing a clear rhythm.
Her lips hung open, the lower one wide and wet, the glistening
saliva a spontaneous response to the delicious sight she beheld
below.
She looked up at Sushil, and their eyes met. His head was thrown
back but his eyes were downward drinking the sight of Sunita's small
delicate hand, handling his cock and pleasuring him to levels of new
madness. Her face muscles were clenched with the pent up sexual
tension in her, and she could not smile at him as she was wont to.
Looking at him, the only thing she felt was what her hand and
fingers spoke to him. She increased the pace of her hand sliding up
and down. The wetness was everywhere. She felt the thickness in her
palm and her fingers played with the trunk of cock and the thumb ran
over the head with each thrust.
She knew Sushil could not be made to cum so easily. But she had to
leave. She now pulled back the skin a little bit more so the
cockhead swelled up ever more. She paused. And then she fucked his
cock with her hand hard and with a vengeance. She fisted hard in
short rapid jerks as the clenched fist ran hard over the head
several times. Her wrist ached and she changed hands. She looked
like a slut now, working her miracles on an insatiable cock, her
clothes and occasion a complete contrast to what she was doing. The
top portion of her saree fell to the ground and she pounded at the
cock wanting to make him cum.
Sushil reached down and pinched at her nipple through the blouse.
She gasped. Her hand twisted on the cock. She felt the thickness
swell. She knew he was near. "Cum, baby! Cum for your Sunita!" she
pleaded with him. "Fill my hands with your cum, baby!"
Sushil felt the semen surging in his cock. He held her wrist. He
needed her to allow it to spurt at its height. He modulated the
fisting now. She looked up at him not comprehending what he was
doing. His eyes were closed. He held her wrist and pulled back,
allowing the sensation to build up. Then a quick move up and back.
And time to allow the buildup. And then he moved her hand rapidly
over his head only. As the eruption began, he pulled her wrist back
completely so the sheath was pulled back. The head stood there
swollen and ready for a second, and then the thick cum spewed out. A
long arc of semen. She smiled, the wide open lower lip making the
smile seem raunchy. She moved back a bit to let it fall. And yet one
small speck flew and found her shoulder.
Her eyes were glued to the cock as with every jerk the white fluid
flowed over her fingers and hand. There was so much there pent up
for her. She ran her hand slowly gently up and down. Milking and
taking as much of cum there was for her. She allowed it to flow over
her clenched fist and she used it to pump his cock more and more.
The sight of her allowing her hands to be smeared thus was very
satisfying to Sushil. Sunita had come a long distance from the
uneasy feeling she had described to Sushil in feeling Karan's semen.
She seemed at home milking Sushil for his cream. That seemed like an
unpleasant debauch task. This seemed like a pleasurable loving
gesture. To own Sushil, and accept everything from him.
Sushil jerked and trembled, as each pump gave him exquisite pleasure
and released as much of his cum as he had for her. The cock twitched
and spewed in dribbles that came to a halt. Sunita slowed down and
just held his cock. She pressed herself against him, her open wet
lips on his neck. She wiped her hands on the underpants, and her
hands moved over his back, the remaining smudged on the back of his
denim shirt.
He stood there against the wall, weak from her assault on his
erection. And she leaned against him weak from wanting relief.
But she only knew how to take in a full cock and fuck with
wholesomeness. Masturbation was some distance away, she thought, as
she leaned in to Sushil. One day her Sushil would have to take her
there.
For now, she wished she had asked him to schedule flights
differently and made private arrangements. The idea that they could
meet and yet contain their lust, had yet to work. But she knew she
had to get home on time for the Karvachauth puja. She pressed her
chest against him and rubbed a little, giving her aching nipples the
relief of a caress. Her hand pulled up the long pallu of her saree
and she draped it around both of them to hold him close.
She rubbed his shoulder and her hands went down and pulled his
undershorts up over his now depleted cock. She pulled up his trouser
and left him to do the buttoning. Suddenly she pulled back and the
pallu was now in place. Yes, there were stray strands of hair. There
was a certain flushed red in her face. All that only made her look
more luscious.
Sunita pulled away and walked off, his eyes on her sexy rolling
behind. He knew that before the day was done, she would have met up
with Karan and in the atmosphere of a wife's dedication and prayer
for her husband, Karan would have taken her and possessed her in the
manner Sushil deserved to fuck and fill Sunita.
And yet, there would be on her hand the residue of her Sushil's
seed, and somewhere on her blouse, one spot � a testimony to where
her desires lay.