I was in the office and received a call from an employee. While I was speaking with the employee, a box of sweets was suddenly offered to me. I took a seat and continued the conversation without interrupting the call.
After the call I enquired from my fellow colleagues in the HR department why Ajay was distributing sweets.
With a surprised look, they replied that it was Ajay’s birthday.
I gave a confused look and asked, “Ajay’s birthday?”
Yes! “On the occasion of his birthday he is distributing sweets. He turned eighteen.”
I have known Ajay for five years, and today he turned eighteen.
I was a little confused and surprised. A few years ago he was a small kid, and today he is 18.
The world is running fast, and I’m in my late 30s, kinky, and exhibitionist.
How many years are left for me?
Regular workouts and exercise might help. But in old age I would be past my prime and, still single, less desirable.
So, why not enjoy the present?
After a couple of hours I received a call from my Bangalore friend Sandhya. She was my school friend and knew about my kinky nature, except for my cougher tendencies and previous exploits with young men. Even though she lived in a different city, the apartment was here near my office. It was a mere walking distance, and she spoke to the security person to hand over the keys to me.
Initially, she wanted me to stay in the apartment with a lower rent, but I preferred to remain in my own apartment.
But why did she want me in the apartment?
Maybe she has a plan that she might reveal in the future.
Currently I have access to her apartment near my office. I never decided to live there, as staying near the office was never a great idea, but I could occasionally go there and clean the apartment.
I decided to pick up the keys in the evening from the security guard and carried on with my usual work.
Ajay was Vijay’s son who was a manager in the office. He frequented the office and knew the HR team well, but because of the ID card he was never allowed on the floor. However, he could enter the HR office on the third floor. Everyone in the HR team knew Ajay. He hobnobbed with everyone. Being the son of a manager, even the HR manager did not mind and maintained a friendly relationship with him.
One month passed, the same old routine, which I followed religiously. The regular job went on.
It was a regular day at the office; I went to the pantry to fill my water bottle. While I entered, the female janitors were whispering about Ajay.
I overheard the conversation, and it was shocking.
I was astounded by their revelation.
In colloquial Hindi they were discussing Ajay’s dick.
They whispered slowly, “His dick is too big.”
They looked at me and immediately stopped talking. But I overheard them clandestinely.
Although I was close to the janitor Fatima, she ignored me completely.
I filled the bottle and left the place.
I kept wondering how Fatima knew Ajay so intimately. Also, she was informing another janitor, Anita. I was a little surprised.
Was Ajay intimate to both Fatima and Anita?
Anyways, I focused on my daily task and logged out by evening.
I was on my moped and decided to buy dinner, perhaps puri, from the restaurant. While parking I glanced at Fatima with the head cover, and her face was visible because she wasn’t wearing a niqab. She was standing alone on the adjacent lane, and Ajay zoomed in quickly on the bike. Picked her up and left. Thank goodness she didn’t notice me.
While buying puris, I found myself convinced that Ajay and Fatima were involved in an affair. Fatima was about twelve years older than he was, probably in her thirties—fair-skinned and slender. Perhaps Ajay was attracted to older women. His interest in Fatima was easy to understand; he clearly found her attractive. Since she was already married, he may have viewed the relationship as one that came without the expectations of long-term commitment.
The usual next day started, and it was a weekend Friday. The usual work, but no Fatima & Anita, as they were absent. I was at my desk, and suddenly Ajay entered the office premises. Perhaps he was looking for Fatima.
I walked towards him. As he turned around, I greeted him with a warm smile and a mischievous sparkle in my eyes.
I asked him bluntly, “What was he looking for?
“Nothing, Dad might be in an hour,” he answered.
It was amusing that Vijay’s dad applied for leave today, and he wasn’t aware of it. Ajay might be looking for Fatima.
I somehow convinced him to enter the HR room and made him sit near my cubicle. As it was Friday and not much work, we started small talk.
I was in my usual blue Salwar Kameez (tunic & trousers), dressed soberly, so that he wouldn’t have an iota of suspicion about my kinky nature.
Well! Fatima and Anita wore tight sarees, and their body language oozed sensuality, but I maintained myself and never gave an indication of my kinky nature.
Our small talk came to an abrupt end when I received a call from my friend in Bangalore. My friend pleaded that I should leave immediately for her apartment, as there was a leakage from the tap in the kitchen sink. The water supply was closed for the entire building.
I explained the position to Ajay. He offered to take me home straight away, but I decided to continue on my moped. I got my senior’s approval and bolted out of the office.
My heart was pounding as I ran to the parking lot. I jumped on my moped and pushed the self-start button. Nothing occurred. Anxiety started to creep in. I hoped it was nothing serious, so I put the scooter on its centre stand and kicked it hard with all my strength.
The engine wouldn’t start yet.
I was overcome by a wave of nervousness. I tried again, but it still wouldn’t start. Maybe there was something wrong with the choke. There I was, watching the precious minutes go by, and I could feel my tension increase.
Ajay was standing right in front of me. I couldn’t believe my luck; he was like a messiah for me. He approached and offered to drop me to the apartment. I had no other choice but to sit behind him. He was riding a black-coloured Hero Splendour. It was a two-minute ride. I realised that yesterday Fatima was sitting back, wondering how things have changed.
We reached the apartment, and I immediately spoke to the gatekeeper. He informed me that the floor was wet because water had leaked through an opening in the kitchen gallery and had spread across the floor.
Three of us headed straight to the apartment. I quickly opened the door, and the floor was wet. The gatekeeper quickly called the plumber. Meanwhile, I found the wipers in the bathroom, and there were two. Ajay helped me, and we wiped the floor. Soon the plumber came and checked the tap. He inserted a washer, and the tap was repaired. I paid him the money, and he left.
Ajay and I were alone in the three-bedroom apartment, which was fully furnished and looked luxurious. I felt calm after the action and sat on the sofa in the living room.
It started raining with a few heavy drops and slowly gained momentum. It started pouring. Ajay and I were stuck in the apartment. I quickly send a message to my senior that I won’t be coming to work.
Whoops! There was a broken table on the terrace. Good gracious, it nearly slipped my mind, and it was pouring outside. A week earlier my friend from Bangalore had asked me to bring the table to her apartment. I insisted Ajay accompany me to the terrace before it gets further damaged by the rain.
We got the table from each side and carried it through the heavy rain. We were drenched to the bone in seconds. As we were taking the table into the apartment, a nail that stuck out caught the top of my pyjamas and tore the material all the way down to my knees.
I stopped a moment. My salwar was way above my knees and failed to hide the torn pyjamas.
The nail was bent, so I got away with no injury, but the damage to the clothing was already done. Unfortunately, I made the mistake of sitting on the couch. The torn fabric strained as I bent my knees, the rip spreading further and tearing the pyjama beneath the knees also.
All this while Ajay was watching this helpless 38-year-old woman. There was embarrassment written all over his face, although he had hots for older women, but perhaps he had this cardinal rule of not seducing a respected lady from the office where his father held a job. Thereby, preferred janitors like Fatima.
“I’ll drop you somewhere safe.” Ajay said this while shaking the rain off his blue t-shirt.
“Never mind,” I replied softly.
The downpour overwhelmed both of us. We were shaken by the rain, and I was hugely shaken with all the mess and the tearing of my pyjamas. The drenched Shalwar was sticking to my skin and creating a great figure, which he started admiring after a while.
Yes, I could see the sensuality in his eyes. But he was struggling with his feelings. Indeed, trying hard to conceal his wild side, on the other hand, stealing glances.
He stood up looking for a towel to clean himself. In fact the towel was used as a shield to cover his timid demeanour. Perhaps he believed that seducing an employee other than janitors in the office would invite trouble.
We were alone in the apartment, and it was likely that we would remain for some time as it was pouring outside. Therefore, I have to take the initiative now if I have to flirt with this guy who is 20 years younger than me.
We were sitting opposite each other drying the water off with a towel. This time I paid little attention to my torn pyjamas. If it showed my knees, so be it. I stood with quiet assurance and carried on a small talk with ease.
I had a new boldness about me. Calm, sure of myself, and easy. We talked, and I could see him looking at me more intently. He looked possessed by my assurance, silently mesmerised by my audacity.
But he was confused to take the first step. The discussion shifted to education. He was a biology student, and soon we were talking all sorts of science stuff. He spoke of science, and parallelly, I spoke of social science stuff. It was fun to meander from one topic to another; he seemed a nice person with a good head on his shoulders. It really confused me that a well-read intellectual guy like him preferred to screw Fatima and Anita. He deserved something better.
I noticed how well-built he really was for an 18-year-old. He sparkled under the bulb light falling on him, and I noticed the sharpness of his features, which triggered me and stimulated me. My repressed desires of not getting sexually involved with someone within the office might come to an end, as it rekindled the sexual desire in me. Ajay was Vijay’s son, and it was a taboo for me to seduce him as Vijay worked with me in the same office, even though we were in different departments.
The cougar in me was gradually becoming more assertive. My passion was unveiling – although the thought of having sex with him hadn’t fully formed yet. But I enjoyed the attention and the situation I was in. The unpleasant odour in my clothes smelt awful, and while the doors and windows were closed, the humidity on my wet skin made me sensitive. I was feeling itchy in the more sensitive areas of my body.
I was filled with a curious mixture of irritation and restless desire and hurried to the washroom. I closed the door behind me and peeled off my wet shalwar and the torn pyjamas that were stuck to me. The wet fabric had left my body itching.
I started to rub and scratch my skin to relieve the constant irritation. I stood and worked my way down my legs, my thighs and my hips, easing the discomfort bit by bit. And my skin was warm and sensitive after being soaked in the rain so long.
The itching hadn’t gone away completely, but I knew I couldn’t stay in the washroom forever. I hesitated, then slid back into my wet bra and shalwar, the wet fabric once more against my skin, as I got ready to go outside.
While I was planning to wear my black underwear, naughty thoughts entered my mind. As the pyjamas were torn and difficult to wear, I decided against wearing them.
But why the damn underwear?
Teasing this 18-year-old boy by not wearing anything inside would be a fascinating experience. My blue Shalwar would barely hide my nudity. The sticky shalwar that I was in was way above my knees, and without pyjamas, it would turn into a miniskirt slit from the sides, exposing my fleshy thighs or my big ass. And not wearing underwear might expose my hairy pussy. I felt aroused by the thought, and this attempt to striptease would catch his attention and titillate him.
I was excited and, at the same time, concerned. I was conflicted about the consequences of my actions, but my arousal felt more intense than my concerns. So in my mini-shalwar, I unbolted the door and was about to step outside when the electricity was off and there was complete darkness. It was the same old load shedding, plus it was raining. Rain usually causes the current to go off due to damaged wires. I couldn’t see anything, as it was total darkness.
In that pitch darkness I heard Ajay saying, “Wait, I have a torch in my mobile.”
I was scared and thrilled. A narrow beam of light shone directly on me. It moved slowly from my face to my chest, down to my hips and legs. Ajay was surprised to see me in a short shalwar. His eyes widened. Neither of us spoke for a moment. Between us was a silence filled with shock and curiosity.
The electricity was back, and I could hear the sound of the fan and the blinking of tube lights. It was a moment of truth between us. We looked into each other’s eyes. He was shocked and surprised to find me in my blue shalwar, which was shorter than my knees, virtually like a mini skirt. He was staring at me, and I could see the lust in his eyes. His body language oozed of sex. It seemed that he wanted to fuck me hard. But I was still reluctant, as it was a taboo for both of us, as his father and I worked in the same office. I always kept my sexual fantasies separate from the office; he preferred to limit his sexual experiences to janitors rather than employees, yet here I was, wearing a skimpy outfit without underwear.
I wanted to tease him, and I ambled towards the sofa while the slit exposed my thighs and ass. I sat on the sofa, crossing my legs, covering the forbidden region. His eyes were fixed on my legs, and there was a bulge in his jeans. I heard it through Fatima that he had a long and thick cock. I desperately wanted him to slide the cock in my pussy, which was steadily becoming wet. He came close to me—very close, in fact. I looked at him in shock. He stopped while looking at my shocked expression.
I quickly changed my expression to exude lust and made a sexy expression that made him come near. He was attracted to me like a magnet.
I said in a sensual tone, “Hmm, you want to kiss me, don’t you?”
He answered, “Yes.”
The first kiss was indeed invigorating, and coming from an 18-year-old felt great. It was naive yet lusty. All the taboo and reluctance had melted away. What emerged was excitement and anticipation, as we were in the throes of passion. He was passionately kissing my neck and shoulder. But he couldn’t ignore my mountainous boobs and started grabbing them and squeezing them. His strong hands gripped my boobs, and I trembled with pleasure.
I could feel his erection pressing my lower abdomen, and he was kissing me passionately while enveloping and caressing my big boobs. We transcended modesty as he pulled his jeans down with his brief and exposed himself. His cock was indeed huge and hard. Fatima was right. His fully hard cock was a piece of gossip. It was thick and long. Goodness me, I wouldn’t mind discussing his cock with my close friend Sandhya. Perhaps I will increase his age to forty, as she doesn’t know my cougar side.
The sight of his beautiful big cock mesmerised me. I took his manhood in my right hand and could feel his rapid pulse. I love the expression he made as his teenage, boyish features blended with his manliness. The look was spellbinding.
I dropped to my knees on the carpet; Ajay spread his legs, and I slowly started to stroke his huge cock. I started to pleasure him by slowly licking his never-ending hard cock. I started licking up and down, wrapping my tongue around the shaft.
It was an uncontrollable feeling, and all my erogenous zones were stimulated. Being a veteran seductress in my late 30s, I was experienced and focused on making the blowjob pleasurable. His rock-hard cock deserved attention.
I slowly moved my tongue around the head, making small circles to the tip of his penis, licking the shaft. While sucking his penis I slowly looked up, but his eyes were tightly shut. He was struggling to stop the ejaculation. I was delighted that my skills had such an effect. I continued sucking his dick and kept a steady pace, neither too fast nor too slow.
Slowly I looked up, and his eyes were shut. I slightly moved back and admired the young man’s dick.
“You have a nice dick. ”’ I said in a low and sensual tone.
The effect was magical, as he couldn’t resist any further and started to cum. There was no warning sign; the first spurt hit my face. I remained on my knees and took his entire cum on my face. My forehead and cheeks were covered with loads of cum that he ejaculated. This 18-year-old teenager covered my face with his sperm. I could see him gasping, but his face seemed satisfied after spurting out gallons of cum on my face.
I grabbed the towel nearby and wiped myself off. While finishing the wiping, I saw his cock was erect and remained rigid. Well! The teenager had plenty of reserved energy. His stamina was impressive.
We started kissing again. While the traces of cum were fresh on my face. He started licking his own cum, which I found very sexy. This time he lifted my shalwar and saw my pussy and kept staring at it. It was mature, battered, and hairy, and I found it sexy. He slowly removed my shalwar, and I was there standing nude in front of my teenage lover, who was 20 years younger than me. I wasn’t a virgin when he was born and lost my virginity at 18 something. And there he was a hunk holding his huge dick eager to get inside my pussy.
He growled in my ear, “I want to fuck you.”
‘Fuck me, baby, fuck me, fuck me,’ I kept repeating as if in a trance. Teenagers are generally in love while making love. But I wanted to be lusted after. And fucking me brutally would satisfy my lust. I saw the intense savage hungry look in his eyes. The type of passion which was raw and full of nascent energy. His incredible energy and enthusiasm completely engulfed me. We walked into the room, and I quickly lay on the bed.
He came on top of me, and in a missionary style, he began to enter me. Initially it was slow, and it was indeed a welcome intrusion. He fully inserted his big thick cock in me. We kissed passionately while I locked him in an embrace which was a taboo a couple of months ago.
I roared, “You can fuck harder if you want.”
There you go. He began pushing it back and forth violently. While the pace was slow, the thrusts were powerful. With every thrust, he pressed against my large breasts, causing them to vibrate when he kept his palms on them. Even keeping the hands stationary on the breasts would shake them. We were making ecstatic movements, simultaneously feeling incredible and overwhelmed with happiness. We were in the throes of passion, and his cock continued to push in sharply. He slowly withdrew his cock from my pussy and, with full strength, penetrated inside, making that swish sound. Sometimes he would leave in longer, like he was feeling different places inside my pussy. His dick was like a cobra crawling to various places, pleasuring every area inside.
I felt blissful burying my face in his body or vigorously kissing him. He gradually increased his pace. The young lad was fucking me well hitting my g-spot and thick enough covering every side of my pussy. The speed of his to-and-fro movement rubbed our stomachs, which were wet due to humidity, and I could feel the warmth. I started to cum and get a mind-blowing orgasm. I moaned heavily and screamed.
He immediately pulled out his cock and watched me wiggle. Indeed, it was the most intense orgasm of my life. I quivered and felt out of control. My mind was working extremely hard. I felt completely satisfied and wanted more. It was a paradox, and there seemed to be nothing in the middle.
All this while his dick was still erect. Now he wanted me to bend over and have sex in doggy style. He wanted to fuck me like a slut. I obliged his dark desire, and on my knees, taking support on the top rail, I gave him comfortable access. His screwing began, and he inserted his dick in my pussy and began fucking me intensely as if there were no tomorrow. He fucked me hard, and I encouraged him, uttering filthy and kinky words. I would have never said that in a sober state. The fucking would continue as long as he emptied the last drop of his sperm in my pussy. He tightly held my hips and ejaculated, and I surrendered, taking a chance with pregnancy.
His dick turned limp and felt tired, crashing in the centre of the bed. I felt light-headed and blissful and crashed besides him. I was the most satisfied cougher in the world, where an 18-year-old with a monstrous dick quenched my lust and craving for good sex.
