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Wake up fast! It was Sunday morning and who wakes up early on Sunday. But you have to obey your Indian mother else you will be a target of flying chappal.
Jokes apart, our milkman was the reason behind stealing my sound sleep. He was just half an hour late delivering milk. So mom sent me out to buy milk. I put on my slippers and left the house. I stay in a four-story building on the top floor. I started getting down the floor by stairs. And stopped at the 1st floor looking at the ownerless sack laying in front of the flat There were milk packets inside the bag.
The door of was slightly open.
My hand went to the doorbell but the devil inside me smelled some fishy things going around. I peeped inside the door without knocking it. The inside scene popped my eyes out. The milkman man was enjoying the treat of his lifetime in dim lights. His dhoti was on floor and Bermuda was stuck at the end of his limbs. His eyes were close in ecstasy. The newly wedded wife, Sania was looking desperate as fuck. The new beauty in society was popular for her decency and politeness.
But every coin has two faces. The milkman was about to feed her mouth with his seeds. It took the same moment where he spat his cum all over her Milkman sex stories. And the door opened a bit more making a crack noise. It should be the other way round. She was shivering for some time and trying to collect words to explain everything. Main aa hi raha tha. He opened the door, tried to get me out of the house along with him.
I will keep my mouth shut just for an extra pack of milk? But somehow for the moment, I escaped from her house. The last time, I gave a glance at Sania, I could spot some droplets of semen on her face and ocean of lust in her eyes. I was slowly climbing the stairs to catch up in the next episode. I was also waiting for a few minutes on the next floor imagining the further happenings.
But nothing happened after that. I heard the sound of the door followed by the sound of footsteps. I quickly ran to the next floor and looked down. The milkman was on the way to his next delivery. I came home with milk pouches. Maybe he wanted to avoid me. The day proceeded as Milkman sex stories normal Sunday till late afternoon. As a Sunday ritual, we boys used to play box cricket in society premises. This Sunday was never an exception. She was Sania, we paused our play to let them go.
The actual reason was to stalk her. They both were well dressed as if going for some function or party. All the way, she was looking down at the floor. But gave an innocent look to me twice while passing by. Her expression was trying to justify her actions from the morning. Frankly, I focused more on her figure this time. As mentioned, she was newly married. A new machine, under regular oiling and frequent use. Her skin was shining and face was glowing. She was wrapped in a beautiful saree showing her curvy waist. I started fantasizing about her naked body.
Suddenly, the keeper called my name to the game cricket game. Later at night, I was laying on the bed post-dinner. Sania was all over my thoughts. Unexpectedly, A thought flashed like a tube light in my mind, whether her husband was present in the house. I was happily surprised. And she wanted to narrate the whole story. We were chatting over an hour. I started feeling that she is just a victim of the incident.
Somehow she convinced me to visit her house the next day for a detailed explanation. She wanted to tell everything from top to bottom. And took a promise from me not share the incident with anyone. I took a sick leave the next day. But left my house at the usual time.
I came to her flat and this time rang her doorbell. So I was pretty sure that she will be alone at home. I purposely took some condoms along with me. I knew luck can favor me anytime. She opened the door. She was in the maxi gown, similar to the one she was wearing last morning. I was expecting her to be well-dressed like yesterday Milkman sex stories. Never mind. She let me in her house and asked to take a seat on the sofa. She offered me a glass of water and sat on the sofa opposite me.
There was no eye to eye contact for a long time. I broke the ice assuring Milkman sex stories that Sunday morning scene is kept secret deep inside my heart. She felt a little comfortable. To make a feel more alive, I avoided that topic in the next discussions. I started casually discussing things like friends, society, and her likings and dislikings. Now she started making eye contact occasionally. A point came when we both were lounging together. I followed her to the kitchen.
I was happy to hear it. You are making me feel shy about standing here. I came back sat on the sofa. In some time, she came with pakodas. I was busy scrolling through my Instagram. But she grabbed my attention by bending in front of me to serve hot pakodas. This time she sat adjacent to me. My eyes started roaming all around her body. I was waiting for the right opportunity like a leopard.
Once the conditions became favorable, I will attack. Soon it happened, the doorbell rang. Sania was afraid like hell. She furiously pushed me to her bedroom and asked to keep quiet until the next instructions. She closed the bedroom door and went to open the main door. She heaved a sigh of relief. When I entered her bedroom, I felt like entering heaven. All walls were decorated with lots of photographs of her. And next, I saw was her saree, blouse, and panty laying on the table adjacent to the bed. This was the same saree she was wearing yesterday evening.
I could not resist myself from picking up that saree and smell the aroma. It was a mixed texture of her perfume and sweat. Does anything more seductive than this exist in the world? But at the very next moment, my eyes froze on her panty. And it changed my perception. I was lost in my fantasy world and she entered her bedroom. She blushed looking at me and called me out. I was dumbstruck. What a silly question. She raised her hips showing off her curves and pulled her maxi inches above. I started opening 1st two buttons of my shirt and moved to the bed.
I rested my palm on her waist and started pulling her maxi inch by inch upward. The temperature in the room was raising and so my hormones were boiling. And they were shining because of moisturizer. Maxi reached above her knees and I started pulling it in double speed. Soon I saw her camel area mounted in a red piece of cloth. And my excitement came to end. She sensed it. I squeezed her ass and pulled her panty down. A clean-shaven pussy came in view. In the next 2 seconds, I made her pantyless. I smelled it Milkman sex stories kept in my trouser pocket.
She grinned looking at my bulge in underwear. I rolled my finger in her ass crack searching her ass hole.Milkman sex stories
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