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Home Stories Submit Login Search. Welcome to Read Indian Sex Stories - here you will find some of the best Indian sex stories and the hottest sex fantasies that will make you cum. Our Amitabh and aish nude fuck regularly share their most erotic experiences with us and you can too by submitting yours. We hope you enjoy your visit and can keep satisfying you with the best sex stories. My First Time With My Neighbor Aishwarya It was the day before my twenty-first birthday when I had my accident on the five-a-side pitch, breaking both my fibula and my tibia rather badly.

The weeks of recuperation became months, my plaster cast was swapped for a pressure bandage, which in turn made way for endless physiotherapy sessions and slow and gentle exercise.

It was during one of my daily walks, designed to rebuild and strengthen my musculature, that I encountered a lady I had not seen in a number of years. Aishwarya Bacchan and I had lived on the same estate for, I suppose, as long as I could recall. She had always been a very friendly lady, imparting kind words and distributing treats to the local children. All knew she had problems with sexuality of her husband Abhishek. Many heard about her sexual relationship with Amitabh Bacchan Tuesday afternoon, just as she happened to be making for her parked car, I immediately noticed this was still very much the case.

Bachchan," I cheerfully greeted her, stopping by her garden gate as she approached me along the Amitabh and aish nude fuck. I watched her trying to place me and silently admired her as I did so.

Her shoulder-length, curly brown hair surrounded a facial beauty perhaps only slightly more enhanced by a careful application of make-up than had once been necessary. She had on a tight red blouse, beneath which her ample breasts strained provocatively. I realised Mrs. Bachchan must easily be in her late. Had a bit of an accident playing football," I admitted.

I'm out on my daily walk, building up my muscles again. I shrugged. What about you? How are you getting on? Bachchan looked at her watch. Will you be out for a walk tomorrow about this time?

How Amitabh and aish nude fuck that be? Just about this time? For some unknown reason, Aishwarya - stunning as she was - had never figured in any of my fantasies. It was an unexplained omission I certainly remedied that night. All through the hours of darkness and well into the dawn light, my thoughts were of this incredible lady and the host of erotic adventures I was Amitabh and aish nude fuck we could enjoy together.

As a result, I was tired and gritty-eyed the next morning when I finally coaxed myself out of bed and into a Amitabh and aish nude fuck, hot shower. I lathered myself again and again with the reputedly revitalising shower-gel, shaved, then splashed on some of the expensive cologne I had received Amitabh and aish nude fuck previous year as a Christmas present and reserved for special occasions.

I took my time selecting what I should wear, carefully deciding upon what I believed were my very best clothes, but still found myself ready to leave the house by eleven o'clock.

As it had been Amitabh and aish nude fuck two the previous afternoon when I had met Mrs. Bachchan and we had agreed on a similar time for today's visit, I was left with some not inconsiderable time to kill. I watched some anonymous daytime television; I tried to lose myself in what was the excellent novel I was half-way through reading; I devoured the sports' pages in the morning newspaper and much of what I found to be the intensely boring additional content; I even managed to prepare and consume a light lunch: but all the time I was watching the clock, counting down the minutes.

By the Hot nice indian sexy pussy fuck two o'clock rolled around, I was so hyped up, I felt capable of sprinting the distance to Mrs. Bachchan's house, some three streets away. I managed to restrain myself from attempting this dangerous under the circumstances latter impulse, however, and set off at my slow, steady pace shortly thereafter, turning in at Mrs.

Bachchan's gate about ten minutes later. I couldn't believe how nervous I felt! After all, my night-time imaginings notwithstanding, the reality here was that this was likely to be a cup of coffee with an old acquaintance and a nice chat - nothing more Mrs. Bachchan answered the door almost immediately, dressed today in a pale blue dress - the hem of which also rode above the knee, I was pleased to note - black nylons and black, high-heeled shoes.

She smiled warmly at me. I was surprised to see no cleaning staff. Come in. Have a seat and make yourself comfortable. I very discreetly watched her dress ride ever so slightly up her thighs as she sat but she quickly positioned her feet discreetly together and her legs off to one side, as though deliberately minimising my pleasure.

I fervently hoped she hadn't noticed me looking. I learned she had taken temporary early retirement from three years previously from her job, to spend more time in her beloved garden, travelling to favourite European cities and resorts and generally taking control of her own destiny and life of leisure. I was happy to listen to her, nodding, agreeing and making the odd short comment where it seemed appropriate to do so, all the time dreaming of how I would much rather we spent the afternoon. Bachchan decided during a convenient lull in our conversation.

True to her word, she soon returned with the coffees and a large plate of assorted biscuits. I declined the offer of a biscuit and merely settled back in my chair with my coffee. Bachchan said, stirring her coffee. I sincerely hoped her choice of topic hadn't been inspired by her noticing the bulge in my trousers as she had handed me my coffee! But no, that was ridiculous - it was simply a natural question to ask any young man.

I couldn't help but fleetingly wonder, however, if this could be the opening I required. Dare I somehow, very carefully, steer the subject towards my penchant for the more mature woman and see what, if anything, developed? I knew I would have to be extremely tactful and discreet, but decided to give it a go. I started with what I thought was a nonchalant shrug. There have been a few Amitabh and aish nude fuck relationships, but nothing serious. Bachchan seemed fully attentive - genuinely interested, even - and I found myself thus encouraged.

Most of them are still too obsessed with fantasies about pop stars to be interested in real men. Bachchan nodded, wisely. I think it's what two people are inside that matters. Judgements made by third parties about a younger man and an older woman, for example, are generally cynical comments made by those vain individuals jealous of their happiness.

Bachchan sat her cup and saucer on a small occasional table by the side of her chair and smiled. To my immense delight, she then casually crossed one leg over the other, affording me a tasty glimpse of middle thigh. And I agree with you absolutely.

She gave no indication, however, of having noticed. Frustrating, I should imagine. Was Mrs. Bachchan —miss India- actually flirting with me? I Amitabh and aish nude fuck acutely aware, however, of a small wet patch in my boxer-shorts where a dribble of precum had escaped my positively throbbing cock.

I hoped it wasn't going to seep through and stain my trousers. How does a younger man approach such a lady without running the risk of making a fool of himself? Bachchan's smile widened.

After all, what's the worst that can happen? She may turn you down, but she would have to be particularly cold-hearted to ridicule you in any way. Did I have the confidence to reach out and grab it with both hands? I took a deep breath. The necessary words Nude online dating services wouldn't come.

Bachchan continued to smile at me for what had to be the most interminably long ten seconds or so of my entire life. Then, as though making a decision, she got to her feet and came slowly towards me. She perched on the arm of my chair, making no effort now to stop her dress from riding up her thighs, and reached out a hand to gently stroke my brow.

Though let's face it, when you tell me that you find me 'very attractive,' what you Amitabh and aish nude fuck in fact saying is that you want to have sex with me. Am I Amitabh and aish nude fuck I didn't want to blow any chance I had here by professing undying love or any of that nonsense; but at the same time, I didn't want her to think I saw her purely as a vent for my sexual frustrations.

She smiled. I feel the same way. With her other hand, she took my cup and saucer and sat them to one side, then she was kneeling before me, slowly unbuckling my belt. I was like the rabbit caught in the headlights, powerless to intervene or in any Sri lanka nude girls naked prevent her from progressing matters as she so chose.

I couldn't believe she'd noticed my hard-on Amitabh and aish nude fuck and not let on; we could have saved ourselves a lot of time and meaningless small-talk. But now she had me in Amitabh and aish nude fuck hand and as she gently stroked my engorged manhood, she leaned forward to ever so delicately begin licking the precum from my swollen glans.

I was beyond speechless! This was my fantasy come Amitabh and aish nude fuck - the greatest experience of my life thus far. I had a Aishwarya Rai-Having almost double age than me- giving me a blow-job, and she certainly knew what she was doing. When she appeared to have cleaned me off to her satisfaction, she slipped her lips over me and began to slowly suck me deeper and deeper into her mouth. I watched as eventually my whole cock disappeared, then reappeared, knowing I could not hold off much longer.


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