Sushma :: The Belgaum Story

1981 Sushma in Belgaum

An experienced but unsatisfied woman fulfills and energizes me

Synopsis

This is a depiction of a true episode I had during my vacation. I had encountered this lady, who was but a few years older than I. While swotting during my long vacation, she was a welcome relief in my work time. I have cut short a lot of repetition, and tried to retain the essence of the relation.

There is descriptive sex, but it is placed in context, giving a priority to the story.

I guess Literotica readers can understand. Certain italicized words can be understood from the context and need no translation.

Holidays, to swot

I was home for the holidays between my fourth and final year of engineering. The two and a half months, stretched out in front of me, and I had made my plans.

They were quite boring to explain to others, to slog for my GRE and GMAT. I knew that they were the only ticket to my success further down. I was studying in IIT Bombay and the year was the early 1980s. I had my admit cards for both exams, and I knew that at the worst, it was a good prep for the IIM CAT as well.

I was naturally with my parents during the break period.

One morning, a bit late for breakfast, I strolled into the dining room. I did not expect such a surprise. A vision, appeared before me, of a tremendously pretty and full woman, of no more than a few years older than I, who was seated, very respectfully next to my mother.

I had some luck that day, to have dressed up semi formally in jeans and a full sleeved shirt. That was because I had to visit the bank to get a few Foreign Pay Orders, for my MS applications.

I was not sure who she was, looking at me from top to bottom. It was like being subjected to an Xray in the dining room. My jeans were a bit tight, and I could see here gaze drop towards my crotch. A drop of pre cum or piss in fright, I can't confirm, leaked out. I looked down and could see the form of my snake.

She stood up, a bit uncertain as to who I was. My mother laughed, and said, Sushma, sit down. He is my son, and younger to you. You don't need to stand up for him.

Her firm 36C youthful boobs pricked out from her kurta and were barely hidden in shape behind the flimsy transparent white dupatta. Her black bra could be seen distinctly against her light yellow upper garment.

Hello Aunty, I said, understanding that she was someone from the colony. She went pink.

He, Bhagwan, Call me Bhabhi^[1], she spoke, a bit coyly.

My Rasvanthi^[2] knowledge, had made me quite wise on bhabhis and relations with their brother's in law.

Sunil, that is Sushma's husband, works with your father, and they live around the corner. Kumar is here for his holidays but is using the time to prepare for GRE and GMAT, my mother offered by way of introduction. She did not insist on Didi^[3], I thought with a relief. That would have made me get into incest with her!

From the conversation that followed, Sushma, was more interested in me than my interests in maxing the GRE and GMAT. I was telling her that I had to head off to the bank, to complete some work with regard to application fees and posting them subsequently.

Aunty ji, I must take your leave. Thank you for giving me the ideas about house management, Sushma stood up and took her permission to absent herself from my mother's presence. I could make out her slim waist and firm buttocks now.

Arre beti^[4], I too received sound advice from my seniors when I was young. Why don't you stay for lunch, she invited. Sushma, looked at me with a sly wink, and told my mother that she had some work in town.

With an inviting smile,Sushma said, Kumar, you must come over, whenever you are free in the evenings, after your studies. Sunil is also from IIT, IIT Kanpur.

Oh it would be great, Sushma Au.. Bhabhi. My mother gave an approving glance, though in all her thoughts, she was just considering me respectful of my senior in a few years.

Sushma left the room gracefully and I saw her off to the car. Her waist wiggle seemed to be something I did not wish to take my eyes off, and in that youthful hunger, I got caught by Sushma, whose response was a tart giggle.

Aren't you going to the bank? she queried, while I was holding the car door for her. I could not determine whether it was deliberate or accidental, but I had the full brush of her tits against my forearm. It was all I could do to hold myself from squeezing them.

Yes, Of course. I plumb forgot. Right now, all my blood was headed downwards and the brain was devoid of any oxygen.

Go ask your mother whether I could take you to the bank. I could very easily drop you back as well. I have nothing much to do now, Kumar, she went on.

Let me check, won't be more than a few minutes. I got back soon enough, and she had started the Fiat car, that she drove herself. I noticed she had shed the dupatta and was only in a tight salwar kameez. The dupatta was beside her, and I looked at it, slightly bemused that she would shed a garment of modesty.

Young wife of our neighbour

It's too hot yaar^[5], she said, I needed it for your mom, she giggled, like a schoolgirl. She seemed to be a good sport, and I was getting to like her.

The bank was just a few minutes away and we were soon at the entrance. Listen, Kumar, I have a few things to do, nearby at the tailors, and I will look you up in a few minutes.

No bhabhi, It's okay I said. It may take some time here. Go on, I will see you and then we can decide. And, Kumar, Bhabhi is only when others are around, call me Sushma when we are together.

Things were getting more pleasant, I thought to myself. Okay Sushma, see you when you are back.

As it happened, the bank procedures were a bit tedious, and soon, Sushma was looking over my shoulder, when I was filling out the forms. Her presence behind me, kind of electrified me. I knew the goddess-like figure was just millimeters away, and though her friendliness was seemingly obviously platonic, one could always hope, I thought. Just a few minutes, I am done, I quavered, totally unnerved that a fantastic pair of choochies was lightly brushing my back now and then. Then I have to get back later in the afternoon, to collect the Pay Orders and mail them with my applications today.

Shall we get lunch close by, Kumar? she suggested. It will take more time for you to get home and get back. Anyway, Sunil is traveling with your Dad and isn't at home either. Her face was set as if she would not take no for an answer.

I'd best call up Ma and tell her. Then we could go somewhere closeby. I found a Public Telephone and it was a breeze to explain the problem. Ma never suspected that I was going for lunch with Sushma, and wisely, I did not volunteer the information.

I almost jumped into the front passenger seat, totally thrilled at some great and beautiful company, if nothing else, for lunch.

She drove for a few minutes, almost to the outskirts of the town to a new restaurant. I haven't been here, so I want to try it out, she explained. And we can be back at the bank in ten minutes too. I was game for anything.

We settled in and looked at the menu. Some beer, Kumar, or any cocktail? I quite literally jumped out of my chair. I guess I pass Sushma. Have to get back to the bank, you know.

C'mon, Kumar! Don't tell me you are going to be a scared Mamma's boy now. You are old enough. Haven't you had it before? I went pink and croaked out, Yes, Sushma. She did not seem to notice my reply, and asked again Beer or cocktail? I screwed up enough courage to ask her, slightly more commandingly, What about you, Sushma.

I will have a gin and cordial, Kumar. I will have the same, and deciding to be more manly, signaled to the waiter and placed the order.

That's more like it Kumar, in an approving tone. Whether for the decision or the way I placed the order, I am yet to figure it out.

Here I was, sitting in a cozy restaurant, with a beautiful woman, perhaps about 28 or so, having a gin, and enjoying the delightful company. It was too good to be true, and I dared not to think much further on my fantasies. At least I could jack-off for a week thinking about her, I decided with some reality of perspective.

So, where all have you applied to, Kumar, she broke me out of my daytime mental masturbation.

Just a couple, Sushma. And I mentioned the names of the Universities. Oh, they are great schools, a cousin of mine had studied one of them.

The conversation moved on to the topic of girlfriends by the second drink. I was now full of dutch courage and told her about the dearth of the feminine in Engineering Colleges. I have met a few on and off, but not well enough to be girlfriends, I replied, hoping that my candidness would close the topic. It seemed it did, for the moment.

I could see that the two gins had gotten well into Sushma. With the experience of college binging, these did not have any great effect on me.

Let's have our main course, Sushma. The two drinks got me a decent buzz as well, and maybe another time, we could be more at ease to have more, I said. I lied about the buzz, to ensure she had no more.

Well, I'll have one more and let's order the food. I could catch her steady glances at me, while we were eating. Once or twice it seemed that she had her leg against mine, and she was letting it linger. I pretended not to give it any obvious attention at first, thinking she may have done it inadvertently, plus she was three down already. I did move it away once, and honestly, it felt as if she was searching for it underneath the table.

Let's skip dessert and have a coffee instead, I said. Good idea, she replied. Give me a few minutes, I will be back. She wanted to go and refresh herself. And Kumar, sit down on my side of the settee will you, I will be leaving my handbag behind.

I took the opportunity when she was away, to call for and settle the bill.

Sir, we have excellent rooms here too, suggested the waiter as he scooped up the generous tip. Maybe another time, I smiled, filing the information away.

Soon Sushma was back, and she was looking totally changed. She had let out her ponytail and it hung around her shoulders. She looked less worn out than when she went in. I was worried that I might have allowed her to tank up and get sick. Looked to me that she was quite used to it.

She sidled up to me, and I did not mind it one bit. As we sipped our coffee, she put her head on my shoulder, and in the second instance, she placed her right hand around my waist. She pulled my left under her arms and placed them between her tits. Swiftly, she guided my right hand between her now wet thighs. Then it was the turn for my cock to be felt up and down. I wished that I was wearing loose trousers.

I did not react very much, and when we had spent a good bit of time, in mutual arousal, I whispered, Sushma, let's go, give me the car keys, I will drive. She reached into her handbag and handed them over.

I took her by the arm, and we walked out perfectly normally, got into the car and drove back. It was a bench seat in the Fiat, and she cuddled up for the journey. I had a hard time keeping my focus on the drive back.

By the time, I pulled up at the bank, she was fast asleep. I pulled into a shaded spot, and adjusted her into a comfortable position and placed her dupatta on to deny oglers a view of her luscious body.

Within a few minutes, I was back with the Pay Orders, drove down to the Post Office, and completed the task which I had embarked upon. Now to see what lay in store for me, I went back to the car. She woke up, on my opening the driver's side door. She smiled wanly and said Sorry, Kumar, I don't know what came over me. No need to say sorry, Sushma, I replied with as much chivalry as I could muster at the moment.

Can you take me home, Kumar, I don't think I could take the steering now.

Sure thing, Sushma, and I pulled out onto the road. On the way home, I noticed that she was more demure, and there was little indication of her playful attitude all day. We soon reached her place, and I got out first, to help her to the door. She was quite steady, and as I stood on the doorstep, to say my goodbyes, she turned and said, Come in, Kumar, spend some time here.

I looked at my watch and noticed that I still had a couple of hours or more. And I could explain the time by delays in the Post Office and the Bank. I need no further urging to accept the invitation.

Are you sure, Sushma? I demurred. Stupid, she almost snarled. Get inside quickly.

Her place

It was slightly dark in the room the door opened into, but it suited her just fine. She pushed me against the door, and grasped me tightly. I could hear her heart pounding away, as she took deep and quick breaths. I placed my arms around her, and let her make the next move. She kept wriggling and turning and twisting, all through, as if she wanted to feel my body with every part of hers.

I was content in my present situation, this was freaking way beyond my wildest imaginations. If she wanted to rape me, I would have been more than willing to be raped.

Kumar, she murmured, tell me honestly, have you been with a girl before?

What is it you mean, Sushma, I replied softly.

I mean, did you ever sleep with a woman? Did you, ... did you fuck someone before?

I looked down on her inquiring face, and asked her, what does it matter, Sushma? And if you want to really know, I have not. A brazen lie. I knew where this was leading to, and I wanted to be careful.

Sushma exhibited the behaviour of a seducing nympho all day. And if I had refused, there would be enough chaos, if she sneaked to my Mom that I had misbehaved with her, even the slightest. I knew which side of the fence the parents would believe.

She sighed, well males don't have the great seals that reveal a woman's virginity. So it's hard to tell.

She pulled back, caught hold of my hair, and pulled my face down to hers, smothering me with warm wet kisses. I pretended all awkwardness, to carry out my charade of being a virgin.

She took my palms and placed them on her mammary mounds. She then put her hands on my waist and unzipped my fly. In seconds, she was squeezing me down there, and noticing that it was getting harder, she asked me casually, well what is it you do for relief?

I jack off, I fake groaned.

Tho mutt marte ho?^[6]

Ha, Sushma^[7]

Oh my poor Kumar, he had to make do with manual labour so far. She went down on her knees, and had my dick out of my boxers, and was giving it licks. She seemed to like the taste of my dick and the little precum that had seeped.

It was really incredible, I had never allowed any woman to suck my dick before, and this experience was heavenly. I lay back against the door, savouring the pleasure of her tongue on my cock.

Come, let us get under the shower, we have been out all day. Like a lamb to the slaughter, I followed. She pulled off her kameez^[8], and slipped out of her salwar^[9]. Keeping time with her, I followed suit, and she was in a bra, no panties, and I only my briefs. I wasted no time, and literally lunged at her boobs. Perky, and delicious looking they were. She unclasped the front opening bra, and they stayed in place as they were taut as ripe mangoes. Looks like the tits were holding up the bra rather than the other way around.

She led the way into the shower area and opened the tap to a lukewarm stream. She held me close and in a bit was pushing my shoulders downwards as if she wanted me to bend. She pushed my face to her cunt and was grinding it. I had never smelled a woman down there, and boy did she smell good. I could not resist first burying my nose in deep, and then get to work with my lips. It did not take much longer for my tongue to stay out of the action, and boy, was I having the time of my life.

She pulled me upwards with a sudden tug, and I was surprised at her strength. She was getting my dick aroused again from it's semi rigid state to fully rigid.

Under the gentle stream, she clambered on my waist, lithely, and took my now hard prick in her choot, in a standing position. It was another first for me, but I wasn't giving up. I could sense that with the work on her womanhood she was close to bursting. A few more slow thrusts, as I wanted to save myself, got her screaming and yelping with pleasure. Her lissome beauty, under dark wet tresses, was a sight to behold. She let out a loud and long moan and collapsed on me.

Without letting her down I carried her to the bed, and laid her down gently. I was yet unfulfilled, but it did not matter. She was now in a semi trance, and pulled me towards herself. Grabbing my still erect lowda^[10] she pleaded, Put it inside again Kumar. Meri choot phad do Kumar. Chodo muje, jor se chodo, tere Sushma ko^[11]

Let it out inside, don't worry, I am on the pill, she gasped, as she felt the tremors of another orgasm build up. I too was reaching my endurance and unless I slowed down, the danger of the floodgates bursting was very real. I paced down a bit.

No, don't stop, don't stop. Faster ... Harder ... Deeper Kumar, you fuck like an expert, come ohhh... Harder

Auhhh ... Oooohhh .. Chod dalo... aie maa... kya majaa aa raha hain^[12] ... oooo .. Ku .. Kkkkkuuummmmaaarrrr ... she screamed as our juices mingled inside her, and load after load of hot jism gushed out from the end of my dick as we slowed down our movements on the bed, and enjoyed the long afterglow of the fuck. Sushma had seduced me, well and truly.

After an hour, I left her sleeping in bed, pulled on a coverlet, had another shower to clean myself, dressed and walked the short distance home.

The library

We did not get to meet for a few days, as she had some relatives who had come over. But there was no disguising the hunger in her voice. I too had to go away for a couple of weeks or so, to attend a wedding in the family. It was close to three, nearly four weeks before I got back.

In all those four weeks, every so often, I used to remember the great time we gave each other. I sometimes wondered whether it was destined to be a one-off fling, or that I would get another chance. But her hungry voice would remind me that there would be another chance to look forward to.

I received my GRE and GMAT scores, and they were in the highest percentile. This was the final hurdle. Now my admission was just a matter of a couple of weeks.

A couple of days after my return, I called Sushma up. She sounded formal, I guess her hubby was around. That evening, I made my way to the local library to extend the time on the books I had borrowed for my preparatory studies in the holidays.

Behind a shelf, I bumped into Sushma!

What, Kumar. Looks like you have put me out of your mind, she said mischievously. Not at all, I called you the other day, but you were a bit tied up I guess. Yes, hubby was around, so I did not want to explain to him how I met you. He's jealous that I will ... get attracted by others ...