Pleasure Of Fucking Mrs. Monica - i

The real story of fucking the young woman in question now goes like this. Once I was a tenant in Begum Pet in Secunderabad for about seven months as I was doing a project there. I was living alone there. It was the house of a businessman Mr.Bansal (Marwari). He had only one son Om Prakash, in his late 30s, who was married. Mr.Bansal had a daughter also, who was also married and was living in Nagpur. Bansal’s had a manufacturing unit at Secunderabad. Om Prakash had to visit different places in order to monitor and promote the sales of their products. Bansal’s house was big. On the ground floor they had engaged three rooms for their business purpose (office, etc.) and old Bansals (husband and wife) were living on the same ground. Drawing room, kitchen, dining hall all were also on the same floor. On the first floor four rooms were there of which rooms were reserved for their married daughter and the rest rooms were in being used by Mr.Om Prakash and his beautiful wife Mrs.Monica. Till date they had no issue. I had got a big room on the second floor attached with a bathroom with all luxury fittings, and of course the terrace was very big. There were two stairs. One had the access from the left side while the other was coming up from their big dining hall. I was told to use the stair, which was on the left side of the house, and there was provision also to separate it from the internal or main part of the house. In fact I got that accommodation on the very strong recommendation by a person known to me and was very close to Bansals otherwise they were not in favour of letting out that room to any one simply because they did not feel it necessary and the room used to be closed generally except for the occasions when some guests came to them.

Now I will tell you about Mrs.Monica. She was in her late 20s, so there was some ten years gap between them. Mrs.Monica was stunningly beautiful woman by all means. She was very fair. She had very proportionate figure that made her look was very inviting. Monica’s look was as sexy as her name. She looked very sexy in the sense; her boobs were well developed, amply swollen, luxuriant, quite shapely, bulging, protruding, opulent, curvaceous, firm looking and what not. She always made it a point that her breasts should be projected well and should look firm so as to attract any young man, as I felt to look at her boobs. So In all, Monica’s boobs were very muck captivating, inviting, tempting, and luring. Her figure was somewhat like 36-26-38. So her bums were a bit bigger and wider than the normal look but of course very sexy looking. She had a pair of pouting lips too, looked very fresh and juicy. Thus altogether Monica looked gorgeous, sexy, exciting, inviting young woman. I always tried to stare at her from tip to toe whenever I got chances, particularly her boobs. But at the same time I also took care that no body should watch me doing so. I used to prepare my breakfast myself in the beginning and took the Tiffin on monthly basis in the office, which the tiffin-boy used to carry every day and very often took the dinner at the nearby Kamath Hotel. I kept my conduct normal as well as co-operative with the landlords. So they gradually started liking me. On seeing my conduct and behaviour Bansals gradually started relying on me and I started doing many of their personal works particularly when Mr.Om Prakash used to be away on tour. And after three months or so my landlady herself offered me to have food at their place only and not in any hotel.

So from that instance I just used to take my food at their place. I used to pay for my food to the landlord, which they reluctantly accepted. After all they were rich people. They also used to give me the lunch for the office with me every day. I was also allowed to use the other stair also which they used to keep open for me from then. And I most of the times, and later usually came and go through that stair only. In the process I had more chance of seeing Mrs.Monica. And with the passes of time I started talking with her also. No body took it otherwise, not even Om Prakash. I called her Monica Bhabhi when other people were around and I called her Monicajee when no body used to be around. Mrs.Monica always gave some special smiles when I called her Monicajee, so it was clear that she appreciated the way I addressed her. And thus I came closer to her gradually. We used to exchange jokes. I liked her smiles and laughs. I also started giving her storybooks, novels, magazines, etc. Several times I had the opportunities to touch her hands, which I found to be very soft and silky. She did never mind it. I sometimes prasied for her beauty also. She had blushed at the first instance, but she thanked me afterwards. I always tried to look at her cleavage through the low cut blouse, or her kurti, which she wore normally. She was educated up to M.A. level so she had the exposure of the university environment and she had the interactions with many fashionable young girls and women. She used to wear especially designed blouse and kurti. Many a times her kurti used to be tightly fitted down to her waist and log side cuts further down

. Her firm looking breasts always tempted me and I tried to measure the size of her roundness. But girls and women are very much conscious about their breasts of being stared at by young men. So she also caught me unaware many a times while I used to stare at her shapely and protruding boobs. But I found Mrs.Monica giving some meaningful smiles on such acts of mine. She looked sexier while she gave such smiles. Later I found that Mrs.Monica used to deliberately lean forward with some pretext or the other while I used to be around and let her chunni or the pallu of her sari fall in order that much of her globes should come to my sight and she used to be in that posture for maximum possible time. I observed that she did so when no other people used to be around and finding the proper opportunity she tried to show me the roundness of her opulent boobs through her low cut dresses. She used to wear nighties also as her sleeping dress, which used to be normal as all women wear. But on some occasions I saw her wearing nighties having very deep low cut neck revealing the upper halves of her full sized shapely boobs particularly when her hubby used to be away from the city. My arms. While going up or coming down the stair I had the chance to brush her boobs with my arms. It all happened to me by accident. But later I liked it. I found that she did not take it otherwise. And later I found that she deliberately used to be in the position on the stairs seeing me alone She gave me way in such a way that there was no option for me other than to brushing rather rubbing her boobs against my arms. So it was clear that Mrs.Monica was also taking interest in me.

Her acts used to stir me very much. Some sort of urge for Mrs.Monica had started developing within me. I started thinking in terms of fucking her also if I got chance. And I started fantasising about her. In my fantasy I used to fuck her. I was the month of September when my landlord, the old Bansal, suddenly got seriously ill and was admitted to the nursing home on the advice of the doctor for treatment, observations, monitoring, etc. Since Om Prakash was away on tour so I had to make all the arrangements for calling the doctor and taking him to the nursing home. The landlady was there along with him in the nursing home. In the night while I was going to take the food to nursing home for the landlady Mrs.Monica also wished to go to see her father-in-law. I had no problem as I was going by the Kinetic Honda of Mr.Om Prakash. So, Mrs.Monica sat on the pillion and I drove to the nursing home. After one hour or so we got back. I felt the touch and a little pressure of Mrs.Monica’s boobs on my back while she was sitting behind me on the Kinetic Honda. That excited me. Any way I just did not do any thing and went to my room for sleeping. I fantasized about fucking her in the bed. I did the duty of taking the foods and other articles for my landlady the next day as usual. In the evening Mrs.Monica told me that she would also go with me. At about 8 in the evening I along with Mrs.Monica started for the nursing home with the food and other required articles there. Before leaving for the nursing home Mrs.Monica asked the maidservants, servants and other workers to go home. She was wearing very light sky blue sari and matching sleeveless blouse with deep cut on the back exposing much of her back rather than concealing. She was looking very sexy in those clothes. That time Mrs.Monica sat behind on the pillion seat close to me so that the tips of her boobs were just touching my back.

I was already excited. When we came to the main road She came a bit closer to me holding me by my waist giving more pressure of her fleshy and spongy boobs on my back. It was a positive indication to me on her part. While we were returning back it started raining heavily all of a sudden and both of us were drenched completely. Monica had clung to me from behind. Her boobs were fully pressing on to my back. I was feeling the softness of her full sized spongy boobs, which were being crushed between her and me. I and was getting excited. We reached the house and got in. Only she and I were left in the house. She bolted the door immediately as all her clothes were completely stuck to her body making her looks more sexy and inviting. Every curve, ups and downs of her sexy body were clearly in my sight. Her boobs were looking more inviting than ever. They looked more opulent than what I found earlier, may be because of the netted bra she wore that day which might have lifted her boobs a little higher than usual. One thing I still remember that her nipples were visible even as she had put the pallu of her sari on her boobs since her clothes had becomes completely see through after being drenched and it had stuck to her sexy body The curves of her boobs were in my sight more clearly. I was tempted to see the circumference of her boobs. The roundness of her fleshy heavy hips was also being revealed to ignite me further. I was looking at her lustfully from tip to toe. She was in a state of half blush-half smile. I went forward and took her in my strong arms. She just whispered in a very low voice “…ouch…” and smiled looking in to my eyes. I started kissing her. I kissed her lips, cheeks, neck, etc. Her lips were very juicy. I rubbed my lips on hers.