Hello horny citizens,
This is a story about my erotic sex  with my neighbor, a few years back. This story is imaginary, but very realistic.

This story is medium sized.

Myself, Ayush, a 24-year old bachelor, living in Indore, having a six foot hight and a medium size “reproductive tool”
and can fully satisfy even the naughtiest bitch in heat. I was living with my parents. I like playing Asphalt 8 Airborne.

I go to gym religiously and never skip and have good stamina and won marathon races few times.
Introducing the heroine of this story, she is Fatima Khan, 38(looks like 30year old lady), married few years ago, husband went to Hyderabad for business. She worked as a manager of a supermarket and earned good money.

My Fathima is an attractive fair Muslim woman with a height of 5’3, fat, hair till her shoulders. Her boobs are medium Sized her ears are like fresh tomatoes
You will want to bite them. I saw her doing yoga on her roof everyday.  She mostly wear a sports bra and shorts which show her milky thighs. At night time she will talk with her mother.

We go to same milk booth. She smiles when she sees me. I do the same.
She is a modern lady and does not like her religion.

How shall I approach her and take it to sexual relationship?

She also sees me when I do pull ups on my roof.
I had a habit of smoking cigarettes. She did not like this.
The next day when we went to bring milk she came to me gave me her number and invited me for a coffee. I felt that I was blessed.

Later when I went to chat she sent me some of her photos doing you in full close up. I appreciated her  beauty.

That evening when I went to her home it was neat and smelled good. She had a big TV and good lighting.
She was wearing a Red t-shirt and Blue shorts showing an lot of her thick milky meaty fleshy thighs

She was sitting just beside me. I was feeling nervous. She kept her hand on me while still drinking her coffee. I understood that she wanted more. I wanted her to say it. I asked about her husband. She openly said that she didn’t like him. And that her parents had forcefully did this relationship. She got up and played some romantic hindi movie songs on her phone.
Indicating me to dance with her

We came close, she kept her hand on my shoulder and I on her waist. Fuck man I could feel her breath on my face.

She was very smooth and her fragrance so hypnotizing that I unknowingly pulled her closer increased my grip on her waist.

Fatima was smiling all the time she was enjoying it. Her boobs were slightly touching my chest. And our faces were nearly 6 inches apart from each other. I was soo wild I would have taken a chance and kissed her. But I kept my urges under control.

When we were finished she said, “You dance really well, Ayush”.
I casually asked her if she likes to smoke to which she replied positively but pleaded me not to tell anyone.

We wanted to smoke she started smoking and talking. We really felt more like friends than neighbors.

She asked about my relationship. I said I had a girlfriend(i lied) she seemed disappointed. She said what did I like to eat I said I like to eat idlys. She felt excited. As if she was born to make idly sambar and her life had found some purpose.

She said that she will cook the in an hour till then I can watch some tv. She was really a good woman.

She went to the medium sized red fridge she had and took out some instant batter and went inside the kitchen. After 7 minutes. I went inside her kitchen. She was surprised to see me in there. She said what happened. I replied that I was thirsty(to fuck her).
She was cutting the brinjals.

I was thinking of asking to help her. She herself asked me to help her cutting the veggies. I felt horny and hard. I went behind her and connected my dick to her asshole and my hands between her hands and her body. And with one hand I held the brinjal and with the other I held the knife. I was experienced in professionally cutting just the brinjal.

I knew she was impressed. I said that she was very beautiful. She said say that to her loser husband.
She said, “I haven’t had the attention I should have had even after marriage”.

I said he don’t know what he is wasting.

She smiled. I went out

She called me after she had cooked. I went to the dining table. She had served the idlys with sambar it was really tempting smell. I sat to eat she said that she was feeling bored and had recently looked up a game which gave lot of interaction.
In that we have to feed each other. She was feeding. She and I was feeding her. The sambar and idly was good. She was sitting on me for making it easier to feed each other. I felt love more than lust.
We were enjoying.

She was washing the utensils in the kitchen. I slowly crept behind her and kissed her neck. I had said to my parents that I had to go for a sleep over. She quickly removed her washing gloves and washed her hands and turned off the tap and came into my arms. I carried her to bed.
I kept kissing all over her.
her lips were so full of nectar, that I didn’t want the scene to finish. I felt her moving boobs pressing on my chest
I moved my other hand to her ass and was rubbing all over her.
She suddenly stopped and kept her forehead on my forehead without moving. I understood that she was calculating the results of her actions. I waited for her to finish thinking.

She smiled happily when she finished. She kissed me lovingly.

You all know how it feels to seduce a Muslim woman. It simply feels soo good.

I inhaleda strange fragrance . I soon realized it was my dream woman’s dripping panty! It might have got wet while I was helping her with the brinjal in the kitchen, and touching her back with my hands. She might have got really horny.

I put my tongue out and reached for her wet panty.
Her legs shivered. I removed her panty and put my tongue into her womanhood. Her juices tasted like honey. I kept rolling my tongue over her vagina and licking her juices.

I knew she was mine because there was no resistance from her side.

She didn’t have a single hair on her pussy and her asshole, and that was making me too horny. I pushed my tongue inside her pussy.

She moaned ouch. She got me up and starting kissing me madly.

She was surely mine. We engaged in passionate kissing after that. I pinned her to bed and caressed her boobs from over her T-Shirt while kissing her. It was a double bonus for me. Her lips were so soft and juicy to kiss and her boobs were very fluffy and spongy to press.

We kept kissing continuously for nearly 5-10 minutes.

She was wearing a black bra underneath her cute T-shirt. The contrast of her milk white skin with amoled black bra was simply awesome . I wanted to fuck her like a horny ram.

I unhooked her bra and took it off and grabbed her cup cakes from behind. They were very soft that I feel that she is a jellyfish . Fatima was continuously moaning. Her moaning was making me horny and excited.

My Fatima had submitted herself to me like every woman should do with her man. I had to fuck so I picked her up in my arms and went. To bed.

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