Hello guys, This is Chuck, I had written a true story of me and my maid Veena when I still lived in Bangalore. This one is about my encounter with a total stranger. Someone I did not get to ask her last name too, but had some of the most amazing time ever !! If my memory serves right this happened around a few months before I boinked Veena :)
It was during the rainy season in 2008, My work then required me to travel between Bangalore, Chennai and Hyderabad for trainings that I used to conduct and because I moved so much, I did not buy a vehicle in Bangalore. It was a fine afternoon but as I was getting ready to leave it started raining heavy but I went downstairs anyways and stood in the parking lot of my apartment waiting for the rain to
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I could see that she was liking what I had to say but sort of was pretending to know it already.
She then asked for the washroom and I pointed her to one - She walked into the washroom I could hear her flush a few seconds later I heard a thud. I called out to her and asked her if everything was fine - she did not answer, 2 minutes later I went closer to the door and called out again. She opened the door and came out with a limp and told me how she had slipped and that her back was hurting.
Now, dont ask me if this was for real or if she was faking it - as you are going to see - I did not complain. I put her arms over my shoulder and made her sit on my couch and put the leg she was limping with on the table. I remember brushing her boobs on me in the process. I stood up and closed the door and asked her if wanted to rest a while - she did not say a thing but kept rubbing her waist.
I asked her if she wanted me to help her and she still did not say a thing. I got on my knees and pushed her slowly to her side to see if there was anything visible - I could not see a thing - I asked her if I could rub some blam massage it and she did not say a word still - I did not want to get up and get balm but I slowly lifted her salwar on her side and rubbed her slowly and kept asking her where it hurt - she was looking away from me and my hands had already
A few days after I have left a message on her phone that I called Teresa appear in my office with a black eye, broken nose, and bandaged hand. She says that she fell and will be fine soon. She apologizes for
After socializing with her after a period of time. Our conversations got more intense. We then started talking about life situations, and our futures,
began to rain like a bastard. In buckets, I swear to God. All the parents and mothers and everybody went over and stood right under the roof of the carrousel, so they wouldn't get soaked to the skin or anything, but I stuck around on the bench for quite a while. I got pretty soaking wet, especially my neck and my pants. My hunting hat really gave me quite a lot of protection, in a way; but I got soaked anyway.
With her not being able to tell me much on some subjects she Hit several instead of just talking about one. I simply asked her to tell
Luckily I could read her mind too. She was telling me I could do this.
I have a family, and my kids were busy, so i suggested that my wife and i go take a walk since the was such a nice day. We were taking a walk around our general area, when we felt a drop of water. It had come from the upper area of the dam, although we had just assumed it to be droplets of rain. After all, the dam had just been worked on quite recently. We went about our walk, and didn’t think about it again.
She just lay there, appearing to be sleeping but I looked down at her neck and moved a curly lock out
Then she giggled with secret merriment. Then she turned her body slowly and lithely, without lifting her feet. Her hands dropped limp at her sides. She tilted herself towards me on her toes. She fell straight back into my arms. I had to catch her or let her crack her head on the tessellated floor. I caught her under her arms and she went rubber-legged on me instantly. I had to hold her close to hold her up. When her head was against my chest she screwed it around and giggled at me.
For second when she said that I forgot everything and I stared at her. She came closer and touch me and said
I must have winced, because she let my hands go and sat beside me. She pulled her blue hood down, exposing her now tousled hair. I opened my mouth to speak, but she placed a finger to my lips, silencing me. She slid her arm in between the cushions of the sofa and my back, and let her forearm hang loosely over my shoulder.
She smiled when she gazed at me. Her eyes pierced mine and instantly I knew it was her.
Maybe she was bored. Maybe she was loopy from medication. Maybe she just needed to talk to someone else and there we were. After she got off the phone, she started telling us too of her injury.
We ordered in Chinese, got all Teats and Dong and strolled nekkid around the whole house and fucked just the same. She was super orgasmic that night and I was stacking her orgasms one on top of the other with little to none of the normal reprieve that I normally allow between each one. Ordinarily I’d give her a few moments to recover after each one but this time I pushed her too hard and kept her constantly coming. I would pry her shaking tightly locked legs open, and even break into her still convulsing body but careful not to touch her clit so that she wouldn’t rocket off of me. Little did either of us know of the dangers we were skirting. Finally done playing with my food I decided that I’d join her and rallied to my own “O”, and oh did I. After our celebratory sweaty hugs and kisses and winded love confessions I withdrew to get up and rinse and almost instantly she buckled into fetus position with sudden debilitating
.. That is to say, below is my personal narrative view about one of my meetings & conversings with a gentleman I came across just this last week at the nearby grocery store, my dearest housewife "Sweetheart Asya".
Few years ago I was in Florida. My friend and I were driving back from a little town on the Atlantic coast back to Orlando to catch our flight back home. It was a warm sunny afternoon, but fifteen minutes later it was pouring rain and we could not see beyond the hood.