I was glad to be leaving for the airport to go to my parents' house in Baroda. Since four days I was wanting to leave, I could only when my husband went out of town on a business trip. The new housekeeper Suresh's coming to drop me brightened my mood. We caught a cab.
We drove on through the unrelenting rain for about 2 hours. The driver stopped the cab and said it was impossible to go further, nor could we go back.
I was concerned. "What can we do?" I asked. "Cannot go back home. We had driven through running water, which could be much deeper now," I thought emphatically. We can stay in a hotel nearby on the highway. Rain was still pouring. Deep in my heart, I wanted to. My husband often cheated on me while I was away. I wanted to do the same and also experience the pleasure, my husband has experienced many times. We came to a hotel and checked in.
I went into the bathroom to freshen up.
Back in my room, I found a simple, white sleeveless see through top in my hand bag. I changed, removed all my wet clothing including my undergarments and wore the top. The contours of my dark big boobs with erect nipples, normally even clearly visible with a pair of bras on would give anyone a hard-on, since I always wore skintight tops, as I always wanted to show off my tits, now could be visibly seen. To top it up my clean shaved underarms would give anyone an instant hard-on. The border of my hairy pussy could be seen through the cloth. At that time, I did not notice that Suresh was there and was watching like a panting dog.
I asked for coffee from the room service and some light dinner for both. I enquired about the flight and was told all flights were cancelled and I would be rebooked for the early morning flight. After dinner, we sat on a big, comfortable twin sofa, our shoulders, hips, and legs touching. Suresh's arms were touching my big boobs, I could feel an current pass through my hard nipples, I cupped Suresh's bare thigh and could feel his long, black cock, hanging down along his thigh in his shorts. My heart melted, and my pussy twitched. I watched with
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couldn't finish it
Your effort in writing is appreciated. I personally couldn't get past a few questionable
reality facts and the flow of the sentences. I chose not to finish reading it.
I'm sure it is a good story. I just couldn't invest the time proof reading it
for my own entertainment.