The Smell Of Lust -Part 1 (Meena’s desires)

Disclaimer: This is a fictional story based on certain real-life incidents. Any similarity to anyone, alive or dead, is purely coincidental.

Meena Jacobs was frustrated to the core, sitting on the heavy beanbag of her bedroom under the cold breeze of her AC. It was 11 PM, and she lit a cigarette to clear her mind. Meena was 44, a successful manager at a reputed MNC.

She had very recently come back on the dating scene after 5 years of a failed marriage. It took a toll on her romantic and sexual life. But her frustration was not because of it. She was talking to a charming man she met at a book fair for over a month.

He was younger than her, for sure. Meena, being in her 40s, was having a hard time shedding her fat. The age was getting her melons dropped and her skin loose. She had love handles and a slightly chubby belly that was too adamant and stubborn from leaving her skin.

But the connection she had with the man, Tarak, was powerful. They talked about books, movies, and life before they finally had a dinner date today. Things went extremely great. They were kissing passionately in the car before he dropped her off, but his last words put her in great turmoil.

‘I hope you don’t mind me being younger than you?’ Tarak said, pecking her cheeks in the dim light inside his career.

‘I don’t mind as long as you don’t,’ Meena was in the heat after many years. She wanted to invite him over and spread her legs for him.

He madly sucked her lips and held her tender palm, then placed it on his crotch. Its warmth and thickness caused an explosion of raw female cravings for cum in all her holes. But what he said next was something she could not digest, ‘I am 26.’

Meena pulled her lips from his mouth. His lips were smudged with the lipstick she wore to impress. She had his saliva all over her chin. “We have a gap of 16 years,” she said, extremely annoyed, but her palm was still holding onto his penis over his pants.

She pushed open the door of his car and walked to her apartment, paying no heed to his words. Meena was recalling every second of their date while she took a puff from the cigarette. She was wearing an oversized shirt with nothing inside or below the waist.

She slid her right hand between her legs and touched her lips and pubic area. It was so neatly waxed for him to eat the whole night. She separated the labia and still felt the wetness. Her mind was churning within her. Finally, after years, a man made her feel happy.

But he was just a couple of years older than her daughter Betty. Her fingers involuntarily slide into her pussy, and she let out a moan, ‘Tarak’. Within a few minutes, she was vigorously driving her fingers in and out of her pussy.

She was moaning out loud his name till she finally had a beautiful orgasm. She smiled at herself for getting aroused like a teenager. She walked to her bedroom to notice 3 missed calls and a text from Tarak. She didn’t want to call back but she decided to read a history text that brought her another smile.

“I know the age gap is an issue. But I felt a connection I never felt with anyone else but with you. Give us a chance, and let’s see what happens,” She smirked and licked the same fingers that were in her cunt.

“Boy, you know to make me blush and cum at the same time,” she thought and sent him a heart emoji. He jumped onto her bed to have a great sleep after a great orgasm.

Meena tried to follow a no-contact rule from Tarak for a week, but that didn’t stop her from touching herself every night, dreaming about his thick veiny tool penetrating her pussy. She used to have a dirty and messy orgasm every time. But she was still poised about letting him see her in her primal form.

It was a Friday evening when Meena was signing out from her office. She spotted lily flowers and a note from Tarak on her table, ‘I can’t stop thinking about you and our kiss. If you feel the same, let’s have dinner tonight. I will be waiting for you at the same restaurant we met last time at 9 PM.’

Meena was hungry, but she was also hungry for cum inside her. She took a cab in the same costume she left at her office. The only difference was she found time in the cab to brush up her hair, some foundation, and a lovely pink nude lipstick.

She left him a message as soon as she landed outside the restaurant. They shared a smile, then food. They talked about how they missed each other’s conversations and silly flirts. The age gap evaporated with every second, and she blushed like a teenager.

“Come over,” she said with a sheepish smile. They walked out of the restaurant, holding hands as if they were in love. Meena was burning with passion when Tarak looked at her. They knew what they wanted, and their bodies released pheromones stating their raw physical needs.

Tarak quickly drove to her apartment. She held his hand, took him over to her house, and opened its door. She closed it behind her and looked at him madly. Tarak knew what to do next. He placed his lips on her mouth; her lips widened and opened up for him.

Once again, they kissed passionately. Tarak could feel her heartbeats in his mouth. Her lips sucked on his lips and moaned into his mouth. His hands cupped her face and then planted a kiss on her forehead.

“I want you inside me,” she said seductively.

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