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This story is purely a work of fiction.
It’s been months now. Geeta was visiting the temple with her son and in-laws. After darshan, they walked out of the temple. They waited for Geeta’s husband, who was supposed to drive them home.
Geeta’s heart jumps a beat for an instant. Her craze, sluttiness, and lust return on finding the man in Khakhi in the auto stand. He was standing next to his auto. On seeing her, he smiled broadly.
Unfortunately and uncontrollably, a smile/blush crosses Geeta’s face. She suddenly realizes that her family is around and quickly turns her gaze away. The Khakhi man’s next act brought back sleepless dry nights to Geeta.
His next act made Geeta spread her legs wide apart beside her snoring husband. She fingered rigorously, drenching her pussy slimy with the Khakhi man in her mind.
What was the act?
The Khakhi man walks away to a nearby shop. He signals her from the shop, showing her an ice cream. Geeta tensely looks away, ensuring her family doesn’t notice this. He returns to the auto with orange ice candy.
He stares at her nonstop and licks the ice cream. She steps back, standing behind all the family. She looked at the Khakhi man with a controlled expression and no smile. When eyes met, he licked the ice cream slowly with the tip of his tongue.
Geeta was all wet under. Uff, he was tempting her. She imagined his tongue on her pussy. Her phone rings at the wrong time. It’s her husband who informs his arrival. While speaking to her husband, her eyes glance at the Khakhi driver.
Her nipples poke out of her saree erect when the man adjusts his dick inside his loose pant. Her eyes could make out a thick rod inside his pants. The car arrives. Her thoughts were wild, and her pussy was drenched.
The man winks with his lips protruding out, signalling a kiss as she closes the car door behind her. Geeta’s mouth is dry, and her heart rate surges as the car slowly approaches his auto.
Her sleepless dry nights returned that day. All these months, she felt she had blocked the Khakhi man out of her thoughts. At 01 AM at midnight, she was massaging her pussy, imagining the Khakhi man and his thick cock. She imagined the rough hands of the Khakhi man while squeezing her boobs.
She squeezed her milky tank boobs painfully hard, leaving marks. “Oh,” she yells as she reaches her climax. She released her orgasm with a hand on the shoulder of her snoring husband. After orgasm, she feels guilty and wrong and sleeps.
Geeta’s state of mind was messed up. She doesn’t care what is right and what is wrong. She was restless, hungry, slutty, and horny. She again started visiting the market in search of this man. It was a weekend, and the market was more crowded than usual.
She was happy to find the Khakhi man. She was all alone and was wearing a saree. Geeta noticed that the Khakhi man was walking towards the tomato cart, where she was buying tomatoes. She quickly moves to that side of the cart, where people pass through the small gap to the other lane.
Geeta bends, extending her ass outside and sweeps through the tomatoes on the cart, selecting one into a basket. But her mind was tracking the movement of this young Khakhi man. She even jolted when she sensed him being closest to her.
The man daringly brushed with the back of his hand, touching her soft ass cheeks. Uff, her pussy leaked a drop of cum with his bold act. Her nipples were hard, tearing through her tight blouse, looking for him.
She tilted her head to check where was this Khakhi man. She felt excited about seeing him return. As he inches closer this time, she involuntarily bends more and pushes her ass more for him. He passes by, squeezing his skinny thighs onto her soft fleshy ass cheeks.
His rough hands squeezed her cushiony ass cheeks hard. She felt very relieved by placing her ass cheeks into his hands. Just to act, she turned quickly with annoyance and stared at him. This was an act for the society around.
The tomato vendor muttered, “These Loafers na madam.” The Khakhi man smiled and walked out of the scene. That night she waited for her husband to sleep early. Once he slept, she undressed fully and touched every bit of her body.
She plays more, squeezing her ass cheek with the Khakhi man in her head. She was in a heaven of pleasure. She visited the market daily and fingered daily. The Khakhi man regularly stood at his usual place. She was firm that she would not give any signal for the Khakhi man to make his next move.
There was a sudden stop due to her period. One week’s wait only increased the hunger for pleasure. A milky-skinned hottie, Geeta wakes up early with excitement to meet the man after a gap. She repeatedly checks the clock to hit 11.
She takes a long clean bath. She plays her fingers around her hefty boobs and hairy pussy. She decides to shave her pussy clean after a long time. She scrolls through the almirah, searching for a nice tempting saree. She selects a dark purple coloured saree and a short-sleeved blouse.
She wears a tighter bra which shapes her boobs firmer. Standing in front of the mirror, she adjusts the pallu lower, revealing the milky white flesh of her boobs cleavage poking out. She grins, seeing her boobs. She wears matching purple bangles on her hands and dangling pearl earrings on her ears.
She applies a little lipstick on her juicy thick lips. While dressing up, her mind was thinking about the rugged driver. She applies perfume on her underarms, shoulder, and knee. She drives to the market alone. The moment she walks into the market lane, her eyes search for him.
She felt damn disheartened and disappointed in not finding him in the usual spot. A smile crossed her face on finding him in the second scan as he stood at a different place. He, too, caught her, and a huge smile crossed his face.
Geeta smiles and then changes her face to an angry look. She walks with her anklet, making a “gall gall” sound. The market was almost vacant, with very few customers. As she crosses him, she notices his hand, which signals super. She then lifts her head to see his lips which protrude forward, signalling a kiss.
Uff, she was hornier and wildest. She walked to the same tomato cart where he brushed her ass and stood at the same location. She was inviting him and his touch. The Khakhi man did not move from his place. She waits and waits for him.
On finding him not moving, she decides to move away. The moment she moves away, he walks towards her. She happily moves back to the original spot next to the cart. This is damn gutsy with an almost vacant market. With the cart vendor to see, the Khakhi man dares as his rough hand brushes through her bare wavy hips, “Uff.” She closes her eyes.
She was tempted wildest now. She completely forgot the society around her and wants him badly now. She sees him walking through a small lane between two buildings. To her surprise, he signals her to follow him.
She hands money to the tomato cart vendor and walks away. She walks around buying other things in the market with her mind confused. She walks briskly around with a bag full of vegetables to reach the lane where the driver has reached from a different direction.
She is sweating profusely. She finds a small gully street with store rooms on both sides of the lane. Her eyes scan the place and finally see him. The Khakhi man was standing beside a small storeroom with an open door. She was so desperate that she started to walk towards him. He signals her to go inside.
She noticed all around there were very few men. The door was hidden from the views of these men. She walks slowly on the sidewalks leading to the door where he is waiting. She is drenched in sweat. Her heart is blasting like never before.
As she neared the door, she was hellbound as she stepped into the small cramped store room. The room was cramped with many wooden baskets. The rusty Khakhi man quickly closes the door behind him and latches it. Geeta is standing drenched in sweat on the dusty ground.
What happens next?
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