Sowmyakka’s Sexual Experience Part-3 (The Plan)

I was spending a lot of time alone with my Sowmyakka.

She replied, “Putta these last seven days or so has made me realize so much about myself. I have seen you ever since you were a kid. I always wanted to get to know you better. But you avoided me. Today, you speak so much better than me. You are so matured. You are so manly and so decent. You know how to treat a woman.”

This embarrassed me and I apologized to her.

She got up and came to sit beside me. She smiled lovingly and pulled me to her. My head was resting on her ample bosom. For a moment I forgot the world around me and felt like a child once again. I hugged her and snuggled in.

She drew me tighter into herself. She comforted me with soothing words which I couldn’t make out. She thought I am feeling guilty for avoiding her in my teen days, but I had an entirely different reason to snuggle in. I felt nice for thinking sexually about Sowmyakka who had been so concerned about my wellbeing.

After about ten minutes I regained my composure and became conscious. It is then that I realized that I am resting on those huge mounds of my new-found passion. No matter how much I tried, I couldn’t help my arousal. My right cheek was resting just below her shoulder, from where flesh begins to rise gently.

I opened my eyes and was greeted with the sight of her enormous cleavage. Her nightie was pulled down a bit and the top of her breasts was exposed more than what the neck of the garment usually allowed. I was in a trance, my right arm was around her back. I wrapped my left around the front of her, which took its course through the top and brushed her nipples.

I held her right shoulder and let my arm loosely hang over her breasts. I was completely taken over by the intense desire, pushing sanity and virtues behind. I was about to put my lips on her cleavage. But she suddenly but gently pushed me upright and said, “OK Putta lets get done with the dinner.”

This brought the evening to an end. She went to bed and instantly started snoring. Confused though I was but by now the good Putta was overpowered by the bad Putta and I resorted to masturbating thinking of her. I kept playing with my dick imagining her dripping wet and completely naked in the bathroom.

When I realized I cannot hold back anymore, I got up to visit the bathroom and unload. As I got up, I threw a casual glance towards Sowmyakka. What I saw made my boner harder. There she was lying on her right, and her nightie was hiked all the way up to where those mammoth thighs were ending into her big rounded hip.

Her entire leg was open to my eyes with round white butt. I realized that it was warm due to the weather around this time of the year. I stood transfixed.  Slowly my hand found my dick and I started to stroke it there itself looking at my Sowmyakka’s nudity.

I didn’t realize how close I was to the bed until I started to spurt. When satiated I became worried about my proximity to the bed. I was wondering if my sperms landed on her. The thought gave me an erotic feeling of having my sperms on Sowmyakka’s body and at the same time got me a little worried.

My desire of running my hand on her thighs made me overlook the risk. While I was thinking what to do, I felt a strange aroma. The fragrance of a woman’s vagina is not new to me but this was an intense musk with a hint of raw pungency. I think she uses some sort of scent on her pubic region to kill the odor of sweat and slime.

By now I was completely overtaken by the desire to copulate with Sowmyakka. Strangely I was not feeling guilty. I looked upon her as a heavenly being with whom I yearned to engage in sex with purity. The contradiction between social norms, relationships and desire to achieve the essence of pure love, but with a feeling which I could never ever describe.

I saw her lying straight with her left leg completely exposed up to the top of her thighs. Her breasts were mountains of flesh gracefully parked to their sides. It was a sight to behold. I stood there soaking up the beauty and after a while decided to go to bed.

I woke up in the morning and saw Sowmyakka giving final touches to her saree. She was looking radiant in a green cotton saree with an orange border. My eyes instantly went to her breasts hidden beneath the folds. Their shape could be seen well outlined in her blouse.

Never before I had such minutely observed her bust. But now that I was doing that, I could see that she takes good care of her assets. Her breasts were upright and tightly encased, giving them an erotic rounded appearance. I sighed and started to get into my house.

As usual, I left to work and that day seemed so long. The thoughts of Sowmyakka were running in my head over time. And time seemed to stand still. I was waiting for the clock to strike 6. I left the office and reached home at about 7 pm.

When I reached home, I saw Sowmyakka waiting for me. On seeing me she went in and came out with a tumbler of freshly brewed coffee. She was seemingly radiant and bright. We started our usual banter and time just flew. it was past 8 PM and both, me and Sowmyakka, were at the end of our wits.

After taking a shower I sought her permission to leave the room for a while. She smiled and said ok but do not get drunk. I promised I wouldn’t and left. I went to my room and had a couple of pegs of my regular, which I needed to clear my head. After a few drinks, I was mulling over what to do about my desire to have intercourse with Sowmyakka.

Even though everything went as I had dreamt but I did not have a clue as to how I shall approach the subject. Thinking and making the plans and so on, I ended up with one more drink than I had planned. I took the last one and resigned from making plans as none seem to be even remotely realistic and happening.

I reached room to find Sowmyakka lazing on the sofa watching TV. She was wearing a sleeveless nightie today that was drawn up to the level of her knees, this was totally unusual. A mix of alcohol and her skin got me extremely hot and bothered.

She offered me some snacks and sat down on the couch across the bed. She was busy watching TV and I kept soaking in her beauty. The doorbell rang and I got up to open. She jumped off the bed went straight to the kitchen. It was the cable guy and after he left, I told her to come out.

Then it dawned on me why she did not want anyone to see her. The nightie she was wearing was reaching just a few inches below her knee but had a wide round neck with sleeveless shoulders. Since she was still wearing a bra she was showing an ample cleavage. It wasn’t exposed by any standards but for her standards of living, it surely wasn’t modest.

After we had our dinner she told me that she would like to spend the night at my house itself. I agreed and went in to have a bath and change into the comfortable Bermudas for bed. Coming into the room I noticed that she had taken off her bra and was stuffing it under the pillow.

As I crossed in front I looked into her dress and was greeted with a heavenly view of her hanging breasts. I could see deep inside through her neck up till the flab on her belly. In a few minutes, I guess I slept.

I was woken out from my sleep when Sowmyakka said, “Putta, do you have some painkillers, my entire body is hurting.”  I fished out Ibuprofen and along with it gave her some warm water and asked, “Akka would you like to have tea?”

She refused. I brewed one for myself and sat on the bed sipping it. Her eyes did not convey a painful look. Instead, they gave me a look of sleeping like a loser. I could sense it as I sipped my tea.

After about ten minutes she asked, “Putta can you massage my back and legs, it is hurting, I cannot sleep?” I could see a plan. Fortunately, it seemed to be hers now.

It didn’t matter who was planning it, as long as I got what I wanted.