Holi Fever – The Secret Player

It was a hot and sunny day, the perfect weather for celebrating Holi. I had just finished playing with my friends. I was heading home when I heard a voice calling out to me.

“Hey, Akash! Come here!”

I turned around to see my neighbour, Mrs Sharma, waving at me from her balcony. She was a married woman in her early thirties, but she always looked young and beautiful. Her fair skin and curvy figure made her the envy of all the men in our society.

I walked over to her building, wondering what she wanted. As I entered the compound, I noticed that it was unusually quiet. Most people were either out celebrating or taking a nap after the morning festivities.

Mrs Sharma smiled as she saw me approaching. “Akash, come up here,” she said, pointing to her apartment on the second floor.

I climbed up the stairs and joined her on the balcony. She was wearing a white kurta that clung to her body, revealing her ample cleavage and shapely legs.

“Are you done playing Holi?” she asked me.

“Yes, bhabhi,” I replied. “I just came home to take a shower.”

“Well then,” she said mischievously, “how about we play Holi together?”

I was taken aback by her suggestion. Mrs. Sharma was known for being friendly and outgoing, but this seemed like an invitation for something more intimate.

“I… I don’t have any colours,” I stammered.

“Don’t worry about that,” she said with a wink. “I have everything we need right here.”

She opened the door to her apartment and motioned for me to follow her inside. I hesitated for a moment before stepping into her living room.

The sight that greeted me took my breath away. The entire room was covered in plastic sheets and filled with buckets of coloured water and bags of powdered dye.

“Bhabhi, this is amazing!” I exclaimed. “You really went all out.”

Mrs Sharma smiled and walked over to one of the buckets. She dipped her hand into the water and splashed it on my face, smearing the vibrant pink colour all over me.

“Happy Holi, Akash,” she said playfully. “Now it’s your turn.”

I grabbed a handful of blue powder and threw it at her. It landed on her chest, leaving a bright stain on her kurta.

“Oh no, you’re in trouble now,” she said with a laugh.

She reached into another bucket and pulled out a handful of red dye. Before I could react, she smeared it on my shirtless chest, leaving a trail of colour that ran down to my stomach.

I stood there frozen as she continued to cover me in colours. Her hands moved across my body with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.

“Let’s make you a work of art,” she said seductively.

She grabbed handfuls of different coloured powders and sprinkled them all over me. Blues and greens mixed with yellows and oranges, creating a beautiful mosaic on my skin.

I watched in awe as Mrs Sharma’s playful gestures turned into something more sensual. Her fingers traced delicate patterns on my chest, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

I could feel myself getting aroused as her hands roamed lower, exploring every inch of me with an expert touch. She knelt in front of me and ran her fingers along the waistband of my shorts.

“Are you enjoying this?” she asked softly.

“Yes, bhabhi,” I whispered.

She looked up at me with lust-filled eyes and slowly unbuttoned my shorts. She pulled them down along with my underwear, freeing my throbbing cock from its confines.

She took me into her hand and began stroking me gently, her touch sending electric shocks through my body.

“Let’s see how much you enjoy this,” she purred.

She leaned forward and took me into her mouth, engulfing me in her warm and wet cavern. Her tongue danced around the tip of my cock, teasing and tantalizing me with every stroke.

I moaned loudly as she continued to suck me off, her lips moving up and down my shaft with increasing speed. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge, ready to explode at any moment.

Just as I was about to cum, Mrs. Sharma pulled away and stood up. She looked at me with a naughty grin on her face.

“Not so fast,” she said teasingly. “We’re just getting started.”

She took my hand and led me into the bedroom. The room was dimly lit, with candles flickering on the nightstand and rose petals scattered across the bed.

Mrs Sharma turned to face me and slowly unbuttoned her kurta, revealing her luscious breasts encased in a white lace bra. She peeled off the kurta and tossed it aside, leaving her in nothing but the bra and a pair of matching panties.

I stared at her in awe as she climbed onto the bed and reclined against the pillows. She spread her legs open, giving me a tantalizing view of her glistening pussy.

“Come here,” she beckoned. “I want you inside me.”

I could hardly believe what I was hearing. The woman of my dreams was lying naked on a bed, begging for my cock. It was like something out of a fantasy.

I quickly stripped off my remaining clothes and crawled onto the bed beside her. I kissed her passionately, our tongues intertwining in a frenzied dance of desire.

My hands roamed all over her body, exploring every curve and contour as if trying to memorize every inch of her. I unhooked her bra and tossed it aside, freeing her breasts from their lacy prison.

I took one of her nipples into my mouth and sucked on it gently, eliciting a moan of pleasure from deep within her throat. My hand travelled down to her pussy. I slipped a finger inside, marvelling at how wet and warm she was.

I continued to kiss and caress her as I pumped my finger in and out of her tight hole. Her moans grew louder with each thrust, urging me to go deeper.

I added another finger and began to move them in a circular motion, massaging her clit with every stroke. She arched her back and let out a loud cry of ecstasy as she reached the peak of pleasure.

“Fuck me, Akash,” she gasped. “I need you inside me.”

I positioned myself between her legs and guided my cock to the entrance of her dripping pussy. I pushed forward slowly, savouring the sensation of being enveloped by her velvety walls.

Once I was fully inside, I paused for a moment to let us both adjust to the feeling. Mrs. Sharma looked up at me with lust-filled eyes.

“Don’t hold back,” she said breathlessly. “Give it to me hard.”

I began to thrust in and out of her with increasing speed, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure through our bodies. Our moans filled the room as we moved together in perfect harmony.

I could feel myself getting closer to the edge. Mrs Sharma’s pussy tightened around me like a vice. Her nails dug into my back as she clung to me for dear life. With one final thrust, I felt my balls tighten.

My cock exploded inside her, releasing a torrent of hot cum that filled every crevice of her dripping cunt. We collapsed onto the bed in a sweaty heap, our bodies still trembling from the intensity of our orgasm.

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. I was savouring the afterglow of our passionate lovemaking. As we lay there in each other’s arms, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment.

This was more than just a casual fling. It was a connection that went beyond physical desire. Little did I know that our Holi celebration was far from over. As we caught our breaths, we heard a voice coming from the living room.

“What do we have here?”

To be continued.