u/Better-Object774

I have this habit of logging my days in my logger, and thought of sharing & starting something new today.

Note: This might be a long log, so make sure you have a decent amount of time to spend on it. Also, I have been reading out stuff from this sub. And yes, the quality of this sub is deteriorating sooner than anticipated. So I've tried my best to keep this completely natural.

Context:
- I'm 28 M Indian, Dating, and working for one of the FAANG as a senior swe, I'm a resident at a very common place around the globe where you'd likely find a bunch of people similar to me
- I'm 6'1 tall, athletic body and muscles in the right places, not too fair, not at all dark, and profoundly showcasing my manliness
- I'm currently in Bengaluru for some office work for the next 10 days, and I'm enjoying the city

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Sub-Chapter 0 - The Travel

It all started when I was assigned some work and asked to visit BLR. All the reservations were handled by me to ensure my flexibility. So, I completed my Thursday office and booked the flight immediately, and landed at Kemp. BLR around Saturday late evening, so it was a quite tiring journey.

And then, as usual, I was searching for a cab after coming outside, so a lady who was in the same flight with me, addressed that I was struggling with the bookings, so she came over and asked me if I wanted to share a ride (Obvious reasons, as Kemp Airport is way out of the city), to which I said, "Yeah, I'm totally cool with it, and if that's fine with you?" with my heavy accent. So she booked a cab and asked me where I needed my destination spot. After sharing the creds, we were waiting 38 minutes for the cab, while I was checking her out, looking at her thighs and that amazing neck with a mole on it.

So we started conversing, and she told me that she was coming back from Dubai, and her husband stays over in Dubai, and stuff about him. And asked me how my flight from SF was? I was astonished. How'd she know where I came from, and yeah, it was my bag tags. So I told her about my work and stuff, and the reason for getting to BLR.

About her:
She was 34 to 35, a travel influencer type, not exactly very sure about her domain, but she had amazing wavy blonde-brown shaded hairs, curvaceous curves hugging her crop top at the right places, around 5'8 tall, fair enough, dreaming amber-hazel eyes, 34C's as far as I could guess it in first gaze, and showcasing her milky fair thick thighs in her decent shorts as it was a bit warm in BLR.

As we were conversing about the destinations, I told her about my hotel, and she seemed a bit interested and coherent with the hotel (Maybe she might've been to the same), and was informing me about how good the services, food, and the pool are, but said it's at least around 2 hr drive from the airport. And I swear I was literally super tired, and I didn't wanted another 2 hr drive. As she already sensed my tiredness and frustration. Jokingly, she said, I can host you for a day if you want, (Now, I'm conversant enough with the vibe of Blr and the stuff happening in Blr, so I played cool).

I was hesitant at first, but then she asked me again, "So, should I update the ride?" with a smirky smile. At that instance, I was on the edge of either accepting it or rejecting it, but I went in and asked, "Yeah, sure, if you wouldn't mind," and she updated the ride.

Around this point, I had no Idea if she had kids, or maternal/paternal parents at her house, but I said yes, (I srsly dk, If I was high). So the cab arrived, not sure how many of you have had this cab, but it was apparently a Lexus GX something, and I was surprised. Did Uber start having Lexus out there just for airport rides? Seemingly, her bags filled up the boot space, so she asked the cab driver to place my bags on the front seat (Yes, she asked the driver). Apparently, I didn't know Blr's got such bold women out there, and we settled in and were about to reach her place in around 48 minutes or so.

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Sub-Chapter 1 - The Desire

We started the ride from the airport to her place, and she was getting closer by every second in the back seat of the cab. Initially, I refrained because I had just landed and was preventing any issues further.
But she started patting and stroking my shoulder after some really, really weird puns and jokes, which she blew out on the go. And when I tried to ask her if she was comfortable enough with her allowing me to stay at her place just as a random stranger, she quoted, "Yes, I'm as comfortable as placing my hand on your shoulder or lap, so don't worry about it", so this was a subtle signal from her and then I didn't refrain myself any further.

After this statement, I allowed her hand on my lap, and I placed my hand around her shoulder. Steadily, I could sense her fingers were moving towards my crotch, and she was trying to edge me hard for minutes. Naturally, a guy would get a boner in such circumstances, so did I.

(Yes, I am thick, longer than average, 7, and yes, I have scaled it, because of my curiosity)

I was literally having a raging boner, edged by her fingers, and all the way she was looking into my eyes as if she was about to say, "How about it? Still shy?" and the very next second, her hand was inside my track pants, stroking my shaft with my precum. And this went on for like 15-20 minutes, where I stopped her because I didn't wanted to erupt in my pants, that too in a cab. But she was a bit more freakier than me. I was all turned up after her strokes, and smoothly placed my hands around her shoulder and groped her tits.

The driver was glancing at us, and I'm sure he was enjoying it too. But I got a bit rough with squeezing her melons, and she silently huffed out. By this time, I was horny and wanted to suck on her nipples, but it wasn't possible by any means. So I caressed my finger tips around her aroused, hard nipples while she was shimmering out of simple pleasures. And by this time, we reached her place.

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Sub-Chapter 2 - The Essence of Freedom

I was literally super tired, but then had to carry her bags till the elevator, while she was paying for the cab. As she came by the elevator, I asked her for my split or if she could provide me with her GPay. To which she quoted, "Don't worry, we've got some more time", and guided me to her apartment.

Her apartment was super posh, with all these minimal antiques, a decent scent of richness, and those hues of light. I complimented her well on this,

After this, she asked me if I wanted to get a shower, meanwhile she'd call her husband up and let him know that she's reached home. To which I nodded as sure, and then went for a shower; meanwhile, I heard the door click, but I was all soaped up, so I couldn't see it well. (with thoughts that she might've come over to share the shower with me), But don't worry, that didn't happen.

After her shower, she came outside in a high-cut bathrobe, while her thick, fair thighs were glazing out of lotions and aromatic vanilla scents. And as she was walking, her hips and perfect ass cheeks were shaking in the twaddle.

Suddenly, she stepped right up close, leaned in, and whispered in my ear, “So… what would you like to eat?”

I grinned and answered, “There’s a whole list, if you’re offering?”

That was all it took. The flirting turned warm and electric in seconds. She took my hand, led me over to her Liberator couch (Now, for those who don't know what that means, here's the link: Liberator couch), and pulled me down onto it. Before I knew it, she sat on me, kissing and heavily making out with sloppiness.

Her lips were soft and moistened, sliding against mine, tasting faintly sweet. I ran my hands down her body, exploring her curves, and cupped her fluffy butt cheeks. Trust me, it was unreal. Softer than anything I’d ever touched, and felt like a warm velvet, way fuller and smoother than I’d imagined. Every time I squeezed her butt cheeks, she let out these tiny, breathy sighs against my neck that made my brain short circuit.

Those little moans encouraged me as I slid one hand lower and gently traced my finger around her tight little butthole. She shivered, letting out a surprised, needy whimper, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, her breathing quickened, and she pressed her butt cheeks back against my finger, silently asking me more for getting my finger inside her butthole.

Later, I grabbed her soft butt cheeks with my both hands and pulled her hips forward, guiding her to grind slowly against my boner. And simultaneously, I tugged her bathrobe open with my mouth. The fabric slipped and fell just right over her shoulders, and her heavy Mallu breasts spilled out right in front of me. Her breath hitched. I watched her eyes flutter for a second with a mix of nervousness and excitement flashing across her face before she bit her lip and let out a soft, shaky moan.

I filled my hands with her tits immediately, squeezing them firmly. They were absolutely very warm and heavy. As she arched her back, pushing them harder onto my palms, and her cheeks flushing deep pink. When I leaned in and sucked one of the nipples, she gasped loudly, her fingers slid onto my hair, gripping them tight and she whispered with her breathy and needy voice, “Oh fuck…****Xxx"

Her areolas were beautiful, mature, brown, and full, slightly puffy, and perfectly sized. I sucked on it harder, switching from one breast to the other, licking and gently biting them while my hands kneaded her soft flesh. She started breathing faster, little whimpers escaping every time I pulled her nipple between my lips. I slapped her tits lightly, loving the soft, fleshy sound and the way they jiggled. She let out a surprised, delighted moan and actually laughed through it, and her hips were grinding harder against me like she couldn’t control enough.

I buried my face again between her breasts, sucking and licking like I’d been dying for her, as her moans grew louder and more desperate. She was shaking slightly now from inside, and I could sense it. At a point, she pulled my head tighter against her breasts and whispered, almost begging, “Don’t stop… that feels so good.” I kept going, sucking greedily on her nipples until they were shiny and swollen, chasing that sweet, warm taste I was craving from her milk, and I could feel how wet she was getting through the thin fabric of my track pants still between us.

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Sub-Chapter 3 - The Epitome of Lust

As I felt my track pants getting soaked with her warm juices, an overwhelming urge hit me, and I needed to taste her, to lick her until her soul cried out in pleasure. I grabbed her ass cheeks firmly, lifted her off the Liberator couch, and stood up holding her in my arms (Because I needed to show her if I was strong enough)

For a second, she gave me that smirky lustful smile, and she wrapped her legs around me, thinking that I was about to slide my cock inside her right then n there while standing. But instead, I carried her across the room to the big bed, the same bed she shared with her husband on anniversaries and special nights. I placed her down delicately, and slipped a couple of cushions under her head and lower back for comfort, and then I knelt and began at her toes, kissing each of them slowly, tasting the faint sweetness of her skin and noticing her pretty nail polish. My lips moved higher along her calves, behind her knees, up her soft outer thighs, then teasingly over her ass cheeks with a naughty bite. The closer I got to her pussy, the more she trembled. When I finally reached her inner thighs, I kissed them warmly and opened them, and could see that her pussy was dripping with thick, shiny strands of her juices oozing out, running down toward her ass.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I hooked my arms under her thighs, lifted her legs over my shoulders, and buried my face between them while I was squeezing her ass. The moment my tongue touched her, she let out a deep, shaky moan. I licked her slowly at first, savoring her taste, while her sweet, tangy, and sour juices slithered through my tongue. I pushed my tongue inside her, fucking her with it, then moved up to circle and suck on her perfect V shaped soft clit.

Her stomach and abdomen started quivering visibly. I slid two fingers deep inside her, curling them against her front wall while my mouth stayed locked on her clit, licking and sucking with steady, hungry pressure.

(My main motive was to make her squirt as best as I could, but making a women squirt is difficult and tho it requires legitimate skills)

She completely lost control. Her thighs clamped around my head, her hips bucked against my face, and her moans grew louder and more broken. Finally, she came hard, her whole body tensed, her pussy pulsing and flooding my tongue. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, like her voice couldn’t even make it past her throat. She just shook and whimpered, completely overwhelmed, riding the orgasm on my mouth until she was spent.

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Sub-Chapter 4 - The Pinnacle of Thirst (A longer one)

Even after she came, she was still breathless, completely drained of energy. So I reached for the water bottle from the nightstand, handed it to her, and whispered, “Just Breathe.” While she recovered, I stayed close, gently kissing and caressing her with soft kisses on her dripping pussy, her hips, her stomach, her neck, and her forehead. We stayed tangled together on the bed like that for a good 20 to 25 minutes, skin against skin, just breathing each other in.

But she wasn’t done yet. Not even close.

This is where a mature woman truly shines. Without saying a word, she pushed me onto my back, got up on her knees, and took the control. As in her hands wrapped around my cock and she started stroking my shaft slowly, deliberately tracing every vein with the tip of her fingernail, and then she leaned down and gave me a deep, possessive hickey right in the crease between my thigh and crotch (a mark I’d definitely have to hide for weeks when I'll get back home with my girl)

The second I felt her warm breath hovering over my cock, I had a hard boner again. Her eyes were filled with pure lust as she looked up at me while cupping and playing with my balls, kissed my swollen tip, and then took me into her mouth in one smooth, wet motion. The sounds she made, those wet, gagging, hungry slurps, told me she needed my cock more than the oxygen in the air. She sucked me like she was starving for it, her tongue slithering expertly under my foreskin, teasing every sensitive inch of it. And then took me even deeper, slurping my entire length into her warm, wet throat until I could feel the head brushing against the back of her throat.

(But I believe in sharing pleasure)

So I tapped her hips and said, “Come here, let me wear that crown over my face”, and she let out a cute little laugh, gave me a naughty smile, and climbed over me like a playful slut. She lowered her soaked pussy and ass right onto my mouth. This 69 was easily the best part yet. While she was slurping, spitting, and sucking my cock with filthy enthusiasm, I buried my tongue deep inside her, licking and savoring every inch of her dripping walls. And then, I slid my fingers back inside her pussy, going a little deeper this time, while her hips spasmed slightly and she let out a soft whimper. Suddenly, she stopped sucking, lifted her hips slightly, and gently, but firmly held my wrist, pausing me right there and whispered, “Not this time… I need to save my energy for the bumpy ride ahead.” With that, she reached over and opened her bed side drawers, and pulled out a few condoms. She tore the pack open with her teeth, then seductively sucked the rolled condom between her lips and pushed me back onto the bed with a her naughty smile.

(This is exactly where a mature woman separates herself with those small, confident, filthy little moves that scream experience, desire and maturity)

She straddled me and leaned forward, using her mouth to roll the condom down my thick, veiny cock, but she had to press her lips hard around me, because of my girth, and I could see her struggling for a second. So I reached down, helped her slide it the rest of the way, while she gave me that hindering Mallu look. Then she swung one of her leg fully over me, lowered herself, and layed her warm, soft body fully on top of mine. Her full weight pressed against me in the most delicious way as she held one of her heavy breast in her hand and began dragging it slowly from my face down across my chest, letting her stiff nipple tease my skin n my emotions

I tried to catch her nipple in my mouth each time it passed, but she kept pulling it just out of my reach with a naughty smile and that playful look in her eyes. At the same time, she rubbed her soaked pussy lips back and forth over my the tip of my cock, coating every inch of me with her slick, warm wetness. As she took her time, moving with torturously slow teasing that drove me absolutely crazy with anticipation. Slowly, she began aligning my cock between her inner thighs, pressing it firmly against her so it wouldn’t slip away, and squeezed her soft thighs around me, grinding down gently while lying on top of me, keeping me trapped in her warmth and tease.

But then I finally caught her nipple between my lips and sucked hard, pulling as much of her breast into my mouth as I could. She didn't expect such a force and tried to pull it free, but the moment she swung herself downward, her hips perfectly aligned and in that one smooth, sudden stroke, she took me all the way inside her. And at that exact second, my thick cock pushed past her labia and sank deep, her face twisted in a beautiful blend of painful pleasure, and pure satisfaction which she might've been searching from a long time. As if she was been craving exactly for this stretch for far too long. Her eyes shrinked with the pain of my thick girth, I could feel that tightness around her pussy walls which her husband will not find now onwards in the future, while she locked her eyes onto mine with an intensity that said she’d finally found what she desperately needed.

Initially, she started riding me slowly as she was stretched to her extent, and was savoring every inch as it filled her. I could see the faint flicker of discomfort in her expression and in her eyes, but her deep, throaty moans told an entirely different story which every man would love to listen to. Wanting to give her even more, I wrapped one hand around her throat, applying just appropriate pressure which would choke her decent enough, while the other hand came down hard on her soft, lush ass with a sharp spank. The flappy chub "pluck...pluck...pluck..." sound of her skin meeting my skin echoed through the rooms while, she let out a surprised laugh that I melted instantly into a quivering moan. And I could observe how clearly she loved every second of it.

It didn’t took any long before she lost her control, as she began riding me like a possessed woman who was fast, rough, and relentlessly deep. Her hips slammed down with raw power, her ass cheeks clapping loudly against my thighs with her energetic twerking, the room filled up with the wet, rhythmic sounds of her enthusiasm, a filthy voice of her skin slapping my skin and her soaked pussy gripping me tight. She held onto my neck for a grip, bouncing on my cock with pure, unfiltered hunger. Her heavy breasts bounced wildly with every thrust and those beautiful dark areolas swaying ugh...

(my ultimate weakness, teasing me with every single motion)

I let her had the moment for a while, as I was thoroughly enjoying the view and the intense, creamy grip of her body around me. But I knew I could flip the dynamics whenever I wanted. So finally, I tightened my fingers around her throat, looked straight into her eyes with a confident smirk, and said in a low, commanding voice, “Don’t worry… I’ve got better tricks.”

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Sub-Chapter 5 - Crowned or Capped? The Epic Finish

I flipped her over in one quick motion, pinning her beneath me on the bed she shares with her husband. Her eyes got widened with a mix of shock and raw excitement when I hooked her legs over my shoulders, folding her almost in half while this new angle let me plump her even deeper, and the moment I hammed her inside out, a loud, broken moan tore from her throat, which might have made her regret of holding my neck (just kidding).

“Fuck Meeeeeee… yesssEsssssEsssss… just like that...,” she gasped with her voice hoarse and desperate.

I started plumping her deep with long and powerful shafts which were slow and deep at first, but then gradually building speed until the bed was creaking beneath us. Her heavy breasts bounced wildly with every thrust, and I couldn’t resist leaning down to suck and bite on those swollen, sensitive nipples while pounding into her.

Mixed with her shameless moans and the sharp slap of my hips against her pussy, I could feel her getting close again. Her walls started fluttering and clenching around me rhythmically, and then I wrapped my hands around her throat again firmer this time and growled against her ear, that “You’re going to cum on my cock like a queen, aren’t you?”

She nodded frantically, unable to form words, and her nails started digging into my back as her body started trembling. As I reduced the pace and started hitting her more hard, her orgasms eventually hit her like a sinusoidal wave. Her entire body arched off the bed, those fair thick thighs shaking violently around me as she came hard, her pussy pulsing and creaming warm juices all over my cock and the sheets.

As she let out a long, broken cry that echoed through the apartment, But I wasn’t done!

I kept pounding her through her orgasms, and was not slowing down even as her body convulsed beneath me. The overstimulation made her whimper uncontrollably, as her pussy clenched and fluttered wildly around my cock, while she almost didn't felt her toes. But instead of pushing me away, she wrapped her legs even tighter around my hips, and pulled me in deeper with a real surprising strength, silently begging for more.

In the heat of it, I suddenly felt the condom was tored apart and fragments were slithering with my strokes. Before I could react, she reached down, grabbed my hand, and stopped me from pulling out my cock, with her hazy eyes, and pulled off the condom and then guided my bare, raging raw skin to skin, no barrier left cock back inside her again.

I must say, this sensation was overwhelming for me, while her warm, soaked walls gripped me even more tighter. I tried to hold back as max as I could. I really did because I didn't wanted to ruin her marriage by spurting inside her. But she locked her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist, and kissed my shoulder with desperate, open-mouthed kisses while her nails dug into my back. Every thrust pushed me deeper, and her body was demanding everything I had.

My toes started curling. My balls tightened at max.

while I whispered in her ears, that, “Fuck… I’m gonna cum,” I growled against her neck, trying to pull out at the very last second as I could. But she didn't let me. She tightened her grip, pulling me in as deep as I could go, while sucking my cock inside from her pussy muscules, and whispered, “Don’t… just give it to me..., Yes just shoot it..., shoot it inside me..., Just shoot it inside me please...”

That was it, for an instance, my eyes blacked out.

And with a deep, throatal groan, I erupted inside her. Thick, powerful ropes of cum surged from my balls, shooting straight into her unprotected pussy. I could feel every pulse as I filled her completely warm, heavy loads painting her walls while she moaned softly, her voice turning into a broken, blissful whimper as she felt the heat flooding deep inside her.

After this, we stayed locked together like that, my cock was still twitching inside her as the last spurts drained into her. And then I collapsed onto her breasts, both of us slick with sweat, breathing heavily, hearts pounding against each other. For a long minute, the only sounds in the room were our ragged breaths and the faint hum of the city outside her window.

She finally turned her face toward me, still catching her breath, and I traced a lazy finger along her lower belly where I’d just flooded her with a deep caressing. A tired, wicked little smile crossed her lips.

“Welcome to Bengaluru, Mr. NRI,” she whispered with a soft, satisfied laugh.

I pulled her closer, wrapping my arms around her curvy body, planting some gentle kisses on her forehead, her neck, her stomach, and her breasts (Yes I loved them a lot) while, caressing her softly, giving her the tender aftercare she deserved after such an intense release, and my fingers were slowly tracing circles on her skin as we both came down from the high.

So apparently, we both slept sound for the night, obviously I had to leave for my hotel in morning today, but there's more 9 days left for me to get back. And, Yes, we exchanged creds and are conversing around it, so let's see how does the rest of our days looks like.

Again, you guys are awesome, the one's who have read it till here, I appreciate your patience, and please let me know if you have got any feedbacks or suggestions.

See you soon guys,
until then keep sharing and keep it cool!

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