Love Delayed But Not Lost

Hello my dear readers. I’m Justin and back with my next story and this is based on a real life incident. This happened probably around 3 years back. Readers can give their feedbacks to [email protected]

Back then I was enrolled in a college and had met a lot of wonderful people. I had befriended a girl and I used to visit her now and then to work on group projects and assignments. Her name was Khushboo(name changed) but the story doesn’t revolve around her. My adventure in here was with her flatmate named Richa(also name changed).

Like I said, ever since I knew Khushboo I would frequent her flat with no other hidden agendas other than academics. There, I would meet Richa almost every visit. She was a working lady of about 34, short height of 5.2(which is cute), medium sized bust and lovely curves. All in all, she was a physically well maintained woman. Her dressing style was westernized and she would roam in the house in her nightie or mini shorts and body hugging tops that would augment her assets all the more.

At times, she would come out the hall bathroom in her loose one piece dress and toweling her wet hair dry. I didn’t find anything sexy or sensual about it rather I found it to be graceful. I referred to it as ‘Beauty…. Personified.’ I came to know from her later that she was actually married but here for work… And initially I never had any hidden agendas with her as well though she had a pretty face and curvy body.

In fact, I looked up to her as an elder sister. In every visit of mine she would serve me tea, coffee, sodas or something of that sort. However, I overlooked this fact and took it for granted that she was just being polite and being hospitable. All such self conclusions made me conclude her actions as mere politeness. I would notice her look my way and smile at me from time to time and I would just return a smile out of courtesy. We would talk briefly now and then and I would carry on the conversation just to keep her entertained thinking that she must be feeling pretty lonely, so keeping her company was all that I thought and not otherwise. Little did I know that she had other plans in her mind.

Then came one Fateful day. Never did I think that that day would lead me to a whole new dimension of my respectful relationship with her. I dropped by Khushboo’s place for the same reason but unfortunately (or fortunately) she hadn’t yet returned from some place. It was around 4pm and Khushboo rang me up informing me that she would be at least 2 hours late as she was caught up and delayed by some personal work of hers at some governmental office. She gave me the privilege of deciding whether to wait or postpone our meeting. I said I would stay awhile, watch some TV or something like that. She said OK and hung up the call.

That day I thought I was alone and had all the privacy to lie on the sofa-cum-bed and be as comfortable as possible to watch TV as I was of the impression that no one was home and that Richa would be at work. With this in mind I took off my t-shirt and remained in my basketball shorts and laid myself on the couch in, what you can say, an-awkward-looking-yet-extremely-comfortable position (you know what I mean). I am 5ft. 9in. in height and due to my regular sporting activities I have a lean, well defined and toned body. Ten minutes into watching TV I heard a sound of an opening door and to my surprise I saw Richa walking out her door in a semi drowsy state. It seemed she had just awakened from her midday nap. She was equally surprised to see me, that too, in that vulgar and awkward position. She didn’t mind and just giggled and greeted me.

I instantly apologised and sat up straight and wore my t-shirt. She just smiled and went to the kitchen as I came to know she was in the midst of preparing snacks for tea… Boiling potatoes, to be precise. She was wearing a teal(very light blue) shaded silky one piece spaghetti-strap nightie where the hem of the skirt ended just a little above her knee. From the way she walked I couldn’t help but notice her swaying boobs which suggested she was without bra. She looked good nonetheless with her cute smiling baby face. Anyway, she proceeded to the kitchen and checked on a few things while I sat like a stone on the couch. I could see her as the kitchen was an open one just diagonally opposite to where I was seated. She walked back and forth the kitchen counter arranging things and several times we caught each other looking at each other.

At the moment, all we could do was to exchange polite smiles and resume our respective work. After some time, I heard her calling my name and asking me whether I would take tea or coffee. I courteously declined at first but upon her insistence I agreed to whatever she was making for herself. Soon she came out and initiated a conversation expressing that I shouldn’t feel reserved with her and that I can be free to say or ask for whatever I needed. Honestly, I felt delighted thinking that she was a very good lady, and she was actually. I offered her a seat on the couch and as the TV was on so was our conversation. She told me she was boiling some potatoes to make some snacks to be had with tea.

Like a gentleman as I am (not blowing my own trumpet though), I offered her with assistance if she needed one to which she replied that it was all managed and nothing else needs to be done until the boiling completes. The conversation went on and suddenly I enquired about her staying home that day to which she said that she had enough attendance at work and casually too a leave to relax and unwind at home. The irony was that none of us had planned this.

We talked about everything under the sky. From childhood to adolescence, schools, college, studies, relations with the opposite gender, crushes and infatuation, future plans, etc. Hearty laughter from our lips rang through the air in the hall where we sat. I knew her to be somewhat introvert in general and never imagined her to be so lively and talkative. From her facial and body language I would safely state that she was having a good time and enjoying every bit of our conversation, and so was I.

I was happy to see how happy she was. Then it dawned on me and I felt bad realising that she was for from home for so long and how she would be missing her family and her husband… How lonely she must’ve been all this time. Knowing this well I still never thought of taking advantage of the situation to misuse her for my own physical needs. I had a great deal of respect for her and never attempted doing any mischievousness.

Somewhere in the midst of our lively conversation we smelt something burning. At this juncture she realised her potatoes were getting burnt and immediately rushed to the kitchen to attend to it. I stood by the counter and looked helplessly. So engrossed in our conversation that we totally forgot about the boiling potatoes. I heard her exclaim, “aiyaa… Dhurrr!” She sounded so comical that I couldn’t resist myself and burst out laughing uncontrollably.

She looked at me puzzled and in a moment she too joined in my laughter. She was very pretty when she laughed. They say ‘beauty is in the eyes of the beholder and true beauty some from within’ and I believe every ounce of it. Our laughter subsided and she salvaged whatever that was left and brought them out on a plate with our jugs of tea. We were peeling off the burnt skin and eating.

At that moment I teased her saying, “if I was your hubby and you cooked like this then I would go starving and turn skinny as hell.” She laughed and slapped me hard on my arm which stung a bit. While drinking tea, the hotness of it made me warm and sweaty and she noticed. I gave a helpless look and pinched my t-shirt up asking, “May I?” I had to ask as I didn’t want her to think that I was trying something demeaning as I was genuinely feeling hot and perspiring. She didn’t mind and granted me the permission.

When I took it off I noticed her looking at my torso. I have to admit that I am well toned with broad shoulders, wide muscular hairless chest, v shape wings with traces of abs on my abdomen. More than muscular mass I was more with the cuts and muscle definition. There was a brief silence and then she resumed her story about her life. How she landed up here and how lonely she felt. I empathized with her and placed my palm on her shoulder to console her.

Till then I still didn’t have any other intentions, whatsoever. The next thing she spoke startled me. She said that so long she was far from her husband that she longs to be felt and sensually touched by a man. I was speechless as this came right out of the blue. She held my palm that was on her shoulder, lifted it up and rubbed it on her cheek with her eyes closed. I remained dumbstruck and just let her carry on.

Finally I replied to her that it’s obvious that this would happen when she was far away from home and her husband. She just nodded amidst her sobs and gentle teardrops. Instinctively, I just hugged her and patted her back nudging her that things will be just fine in time as I believe that things must never be too much planned, and live each day at a time. Gradually, she herself inched herself closer to me and buried herself deeper in my embrace like a little child. I realised how vulnerable and insecure she felt yet all this while she had been putting on a brave face.

I admired her and her courage all the more. Financially she had no problem but the only things she missed out on was love and affection. Her husband was always busy with his own work and hardly paid her any attention and it made me wonder as to why was he unable to see the inner beauty to this lady. I dared not speak this out lest it would make her feel miserable all the more so I chose to keep mum. I tried to liven up her spirit and took one burnt potato and peeled the skin off and hand fed her saying, “take! Eat you burnt potato…” her sobs ceased and turned into slight giggles and then she munched away on the potato, even licked my fingers clean.

As I extended my hand to grab another piece I felt her arms wind around me tighter and her inching even closer to the extent of being seated on my lap. I didn’t know how to react so I just let her. I even lifted her up onto my lap sideways as she was petite and light. I could feel her heaving chest with her inhaling and exhaling. With one hand I continued patting her back gently and with the other I was trying to grab a potato. It was at this moment when I felt her soft lips on my neck.

She gave me a slight peck and just looked at right into my eyes. They suggested that she was feeling complete with the love and affection I was showing her. Her smile wasn’t radiant, but however she smiled it showed that she was happy and content. Due to the mounting on my lap her dress got a bit disheveled and her skirt rode higher up her thighs almost exposing her panty.

I never observed and so I never knew what she wore down there for I only noticed she was hairless and had fair skinned thighs. I turned away to grab the potato when she swiftly used her palm and held my cheeks, turned my face to her and pushed herself up to kiss me. The kiss was long and felt like forever. Our lips were pressed on each other as we slightly flipped out heads left and right with the kisses.

At first I was motionless and then gradually I followed her. While we kissed I casted my hands around her thighs and pulled her closer. I could feel her one boob crushed onto my bare chest and her protruded nipple poking against me. Both of us were on the process of getting turned on. The kissing went on and I found myself Instinctively guiding my palm onto her neck and caressing her shoulders over her spaghetti strap and gradually causing down onto the exterior boob… Kneading it gently… Caressing it lovingly… And feeling her erect nipple over her dress. It was hard and clearly visible over her thin silky dress.

As I did this along with the kisses I could feel her warm breaths on my face and neck. Her legs were restless and kept moving about while her hands were around my back and holding my head from behind brushing my hair.

We paused our kisses and looked into each other’s eyes. Hers were half parted, drowned by the building sexual sensation. Then she said, “Justin, please take me to bed.” I lifted her up like my own bride and walked to her bedroom door, all the while she had her hands around me and her feet joined together dangling in the air. I could feel her lips being planted again and again on my chest just above my heart while I carried her. The door opened and closed. We were in. I seated her on the bed and she looked away in shyness.

She sat on the edge of the bed with her feet rested on the ground. I knelt down between her by parting her legs and she opened them to accommodate me. I moved closer and once again me were indulged in passionate kissing with my palms feeling all over her curves. Her eyes were shut once again and enjoying the blissfulness if it. My kisses travelled all over up upper body. From her lips to cheeks… To her ears… Neck… Shoulders… Arms… My tongue was sticking out licking all over those places and I felt her shivers now and then and could smell her musky scent that emanated from between her thighs. It was indeed intoxicating. Her heightened pleasure printed her to squeeze her thighs together and crushing my hips from both sides.

Then u went lower and reached her firm boobs and began to kiss all over them. The top… Sides… The Base… And finally to her nipples. My lips brushed them lightly left and right. The touches made her jerk up and release gasps. I then rolled my tongue out and commenced licking on them taking turns while too threw her head back and dwelling deep in the sensation. Her heavy breathing prompted her chest to Bob up and down which made her boobs push up and down.

I licked and licked and licked, covering her nipples and aureola with my saliva and too loved the love I was showing on her. Her thighs turned rigid and loose again and again with her womanly juice secreting out of her pussy. When I parted away a bit I held her dress from the bottom and rolled it up exposing her milky flawless skin bit by bit and upon reaching her shoulders she Instinctively raised her arms for me to strip of off completely.

I, once again got back onto her now naked boobs and began sucking her plump nipple while caressing the other. I told her to lie down and she did obediently. With this I got on her and resumed my work on her boobs sucking them hard taking turns with each of them. Her breathing turned all the more heavier accompanied with soft moans. Truly she was floating in the cloud of please.

I slowed down and traveled south to the flat belly and slim waist. She just kept her eyes closed as she didn’t want to know what was to happen next as she wants to be surprised. I moved further down and parted her legs and saw her wet patch on her red panty. She was offensively wet and drenched. It was pretty evident that she hadn’t been sexual pleased for a long time. Wasting no time I mounted my mouth onto her pussy over the panty and began sucking it. The touch made her jerk up wildly and as I was eating her away her moans turned to screams and her juice overflowing like a river.

I then said her panty down her legs and returned back to her pussy. It was neatly shaven with no hair, not even a bit. I held her legs apart in a v shape and plunged back onto her drenched pussy. Her screams were more like shrieks and then were uncontrollable. I concentrated on her pussy and ate her all the more. My hands held her thighs firmly and I felt her struggles to clench her thighs together out of excitement. I being stronger she couldn’t as I was forcing them apart. Her juice was unending as I went on lapping at it.

Her upper body twisted and twirled like it had a mind of its own. Finally, I let her rest while I came up on her and started kissing her lips. She was still shivering with the lingering sensation but somehow managed to return the kisses. I said to her, “part your legs dear.” she immediately did and responded, “come inside me Justin. Take me higher.” I then guided my enlarged penis head onto her hole. It was small and very firm. I had to lubricate my dick with her own juice to make it easier. Before engaging I told her that it could be painful, to which she replied that she didn’t care about the pain and that the pleasure and the love are enough for her to bear it up.

I just smiled at her and then give my dick head to her hole and I could feel her palms clenched firmly onto me. She looked nervous but still said to me, “come inside me Justin. I’m so turned on. Please come in. Take it…. Pierce it in.” with a single and somewhat firm thrust the head popped in and I felt her nails digging into my shoulder and back. “aah…”, was all she could say with the riding pleasure fused with pain. I made gentle and shorts thrusts for her to get adjusted.

Once ready, I began to make long but slow strokes and her pussy was taking it well. “how unfortunate I didn’t have you as my husband.” she spoke with tears of sadness and of joy. Joy because she was finally having a man who cared about her with genuine affection. One that she longed her all her life. Hearing this my thrusts slowed down to mere slight jabs. I told her not to be sad anymore as I am her now for her.

Hearing this she kissed my lips hard and I resumed deep thrusts into her sending her jerking up and down and her boobs bouncing. After a bit I slowed down again and said, “Richa. I’ve always admired you. Not initially but gradually where I came by. I’ve always thought of having a woman by my side just like you. Who knew that today you would be that woman for me.” She replied, “I never knew you did. I always thought it was one sided. I grew from liking you to loving you each day but I never had the courage to tell you else you would think I was a flirting with you. So I kept my distance.

But now, it all clear and our love has been processed. I’m happy to have you with me Justin. Please stay with me.” I smiled and kissed her deep, buried my face by hers and over her shoulder. Holding her firmly and pinning her down I began to thrust her deep and hard once again. Her shrieks were constant and her pussy was oozing out her divine juice. She parted her legs wider to make me pump deeper and smash my groin onto her. The contact created slapping wet sounds and it felt all the more erotic. She embraced me tightly taking my entire 6.5in deep inside her while bucking her hips to match my rhythm.

In a while we moved to the spooning position and I resumed ramming hard and deep into her. To stop her from slipping away I held her firmly around her belly and rammed deep into her hitting her g-spot. She was struggling to control herself buy ultimately she had to realise herself with a humongous orgasm that made her quiver and shake forcefully. I went on ramming as I was nearing mine. I held her even harder and finally ejaculated deep into her womb.

After this we turned and faced each other and I was caressing her cheeks kissing her now and then. We laid in bed naked for about half an hour. She had a glow on her face.. She was happy… Satisfied… Most of all, she found a man who cared for her genuinely. We keep our affair in the dark as no one has to know and it is only between me and her. This is the reason why I didn’t reveal their real names. Thank you for reading. Please email me your feedback if you wish.

Love Delayed But Not Lost