Fucking neighborhood milf Samara – Part 1

I am from Bangalore, working for a top consultant firm. This is an encounter from the past few months and is still continuing. The protagonist of the story is Samara, a 37-year-old working lady in my neighborhood. I have seen her once in a while around the colony. But I never really had a chance to have a conversation with her until one day when things started changing slowly for good.

Samara was an outright ravishingly beautiful, elegant, and bold woman with a hot body and an equally sexy personality. She was always well dressed in all be it her crisp suits, gorgeous sarees, or the Western gym/normal Western outfits she wore.

I saw her in the lift on her way to the office in her western formals wearing a beige shirt translucent and tight dark grey skirt in her hourglass figure where I only exchanged pleasant smiles. My mind was blown by what I saw and the sweet smell of her Victoria’s Secret.

I could notice her bra straps that were colorful from the inside. There I stood right in the morning with the freshness of this milf’s juicy body and a half-boner striking me right before some high-profile work that was to be handled that morning in the office. I just told myself to hold my horses and make conversations only if it would be worthy and engaging.

Her hair was tied up in a bun and she was carrying a few office files close to her chest which made her valley even more accentuated. With the pale pink bra visible, I started imagining the pants she’d be wearing and how honey-soaked it’d become when she got into the mood!

Luck favored me soon in the parking lot this time while I was still in my office formals. She had returned from the grocery store and clearly needed an extra hand to help. Samara was wearing loose pajamas and a tight t-shirt. God, what was pooping out of her upper body can never be overlooked on any day by me.

The pajama though loose was tight around the perfect butt to leave the lining of the panty to be seen if one put in the effort to. It was an apple-green t-shirt and polka-dotted peach-colored pants. Basically, the colors were like some Japanese pop candies that could be eaten right away.

Dhruv: Hey! Mind if I help you with the extra weight so that you wouldn’t break a sweat?

Samara: Hey, that’s really nice of you. Are you sure?

The milf had a beautiful voice and even better English. The sort that seduces you into bed even if you had fucked the whole day.

Dhruv: I am more than sure.

Samara (laughed): Thank you so much (in that sweet voice).

We carried the luggage into the lift to realize we had filled 85% of the space inside and overall, it was quite heavy.

Samara: Don’t know how many rounds I’ve had to do if you hadn’t been for me.

Dhruv: That’s perfectly fine.

I couldn’t put a damsel in distress and acted and treated her like I never knew she was married. Her stats were 36C-33-37.

She blushed cunningly and said, “Is that how you speak to a married woman?”

Although I took that as a compliment,

Dhruv: Are you speaking about some hypothetical woman here?

She still continued to smile and checked out my broad shoulders and in a low voice, she said –

Samara: I’m talking about myself.

This was the time I took note of the butt as she stood in front of me in the lift. A few more elderly people walked into the lift. Samara stepped back and her shoulders were touching my chest. For a bold confident woman, she was she just kept it there and didn’t move so that the others in the lift had enough space around.

Since her shoulders were already making contact, it only meant the milf’s butt was rubbing me in glimpses (consciously or unconsciously). I didn’t wanna risk what was at stake and as a gentleman, I was still intoxicated by the perfume she was wearing. This time, it was some green tea-flavored perfume (later revealed).

Dhruv: I wouldn’t have guessed remotely if you hadn’t told me.

Samara: That’s alright. What if you had offered to help me fix you had known this earlier?

Dhruv: I’d have definitely given a hand since the amount of things looked like it needed help (extended my hand in motion).

Samara (held my wrist and said): That’s really sweet of you.

My milf neighbour entered her house and invited me up for coffee. Then she removed her hair bun and made herself comfortable with the free-flowing gorgeous hair of her. Then she lit up the diffuser. I was still checking out her big bubble butt that was jiggling right in front of me. It was just a few points short of Norah Fatehi’s bum.

I don’t think she had any intentions to seduce me at that moment. But it looked like she really yearned to talk and have some good company at home. Other than having the natural flirty tone when she spoke, her eyes constantly checking out my body.

I started talking about my football hobby and how it kept me fit irrespective of the gym or not. She went to point the little baby fat around her arms and asked me to accompany her to the gym once in a while to help out with things and keep good company. Saying this, the milf came in front of me and bent to pick up the TV remote. I wanted to slap that ass right there. I started grinding her from behind, but nothing of the sort happened. I was trying to get her pantyline, but I think it was a thin silky panty inside which didn’t leave an impression really. Her bubble butt was protruding towards me and my member was tingled inside my pants.

It was an amazing curvature like some medium-sized water melons thick and inside her tight dress. She spoke about her gym routine and asked me to accompany her to help her out sometime.

I spoke promptly and said: I too need to work on my pump and form. I’d give some private one-on-one classes for you.

She gave a subtle half-naughty smile for it. Then she switched on some sports channel and moved to the kitchen to make coffee. My eyes were all glued to that sexed-out ass and panty line wondering if she was even remotely feeling the sexual tension that I was feeling (but it was quite there and she was playing it cool).

In the meantime, she called out to me and showed me around the house. It was evening and there was the dimly lit bedroom where I wanted to make love to her then and there. The attached balcony had beautiful plants and sit-out chairs perfect for a drink or chai with this beauty. In the midst, Samara rushed back to the kitchen. Her butt was teasing my semi-erect cock with a slight brush although it was only me as her mind was all in coffee.

Then I took a few steps to the wardrobe and opened it to check out her lingerie collection. I was amused by the variety of collections especially the silky ones, netted ones, and a couple of black and pink thongs. I felt them up a bit and took a quick sniff. Then I shut the wardrobe and went following her back to the kitchen and gave my praises about her taste in setting up the house

Samara: I’m a bit of an interior designer and very choosy about my space. Her eyes ran over my shoulders, arms, and crotch momentarily.

Dhruv: Yeah, I really appreciate what you have here (gazing into her boobs which were tight and neatly packed inside her bra, and the deep-cut t-shirt which was waiting to be released all this while holding my coffee). What does your husband do?

Samara: He’s a really busy and successful businessman. I’ve asked him to cut some time to be spent on personal life as well. But he’s on his own always on the move. Hardly visits home for 2-3 days in 2 months.

Dhruv: Unfair world (I mumbled and she smirked too).

Samara: I have a few friends coming in and need to be ready to host them.

Dhruv: Definitely I’m sure you’re a great host too and I will be going.

Samara: You need to visit soon.

She picked up my phone from my pocket which was popping up and dialed her number. There were a few watts when she was pulling it out from my formal trousers. Her nails and fingers did play a bit of touch around but they all smooth

Dhruv: So what are you hosting the guests with?

Samara: Wine, a few drinks, and some pasta (she winked).

Dhruv (I gave back a wide smile): I hope I get treated to some good food soon (and hope to taste wine from your holy grail biting and licking through your panty).

Samara: Definitely. I owe you one.

Then we hugged and I left the place with her charm still hovering over my head. The smell of her perfume was intoxicating. Our cheeks touched when we hugged. I just couldn’t wait for the day to find the taste of this wonderful woman.

A couple of days passed by and I wished her with random and regular texts. She pinged me saying she was bored and hitting the gym and asked if I would join. I met her promptly in 10 minutes at the gym. I was blown away by her outfit. She was in her hot yoga pants black and yellow and fluorescent pink mixed sports bra.

I put her on the thread mill and stood by the side teaching cardio. Out of curiosity, I touched my milf neighbour’s hamstring while she was walking and she didn’t mind them at all.

Samar: Can you help me strengthen them? I sometimes feel weak down there.

Dhruv: For sure, we have to focus on your hamstrings and glutes together.

I was asking her to focus more on hamstrings consciously. The milf’s body was fucking hot. Her butts were bouncing to their own rhythm.

Then I moved to some shoulder exercises. I took every chance to make non-sexual touches with fully charged sexual glances.

During a military press, both my arms were under her arms from behind, giving her the support and my wrists constantly hit her bosoms. Despite tiredness, she asked for one more set only for her wrists and hands to rub and press more. Then she thanked me for the guidance and said her muscles felt the intensity much more.

Samara: We should do it more.

Dhruv: Yeah, I should schedule my workout too. Would be good to have motivation and similar interests around.

This happened in the afternoon and later that evening around 6 I got a text from her saying, “Hi”.

Dhruv: Hey! Was thinking about you.

Samara: Same here. Thank you so much for the training. Really hitting the right muscles and I feel the effect.

Dhruv: Is there too much pain?

Samara: A bit.

Dhruv: Take a hot water bath, especially on the painful muscles

Samara: Shall do that. If not, I will have to ask you for more help with exercise.

Dhruv: I can give you a massage in a worst-case scenario.

Samara: Sounds like something really good.

Dhruv: You’ll like it.

Samara: Hey, what about we step out for dinner?

Dhruv: Time?

Samara: In half an hour maybe?

Dhruv: I’m sort of ready.

Samara: Even I. Come by my door in half an hour?

Dhruv: Perfect!

Then I dressed neatly in a shirt and pants and was there. Samara opened the door for me and looked stunning in a long flowing gown with a deep neck. It was the darkest grey color and I could get a glimpse of the netted costly black bra she was wearing. She was intoxicating me with her sweet perfume and killing me with her looks. I could see her boobs popping out shiny and craving for some attention from a man.

To be continued..

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