I wanted to learn French and so I approached a lady teacher in Mumbai. She used to stay alone in her apartment. I met her at my friend’s place and came to know that she teaches French. She was a divorcee and hence was staying alone in a one bed-roomed apartment overlooking the sea. Her name was Richa. She was in her late forties and had a perfectly toned body. She always wore revealing clothes at parties and enjoyed men ogling at her.

Since I stayed close to her place, I chose evening time after office-hours for the tuition. On most evenings I would wait for her till she arrived back from work. On such evenings, she would not change her clothes and we would straight away start the class. During her teaching, I would slyly admire her cleavage as she would bend forward or admire her breasts from the underneath of her soft arms as she would run her fingers through her grey-brown hair. Sometimes she would wear short skirts and tops and I would have a great time watch her lovely thighs as she crossed and uncrossed them. She had a great figure and her breasts were in right proportion to her overall figure. Her ass was tight in spite of her age and on some days, when I was lucky; I could see the outline of her panties if she wore trousers for office.

I noticed that she also loved me watching her body and did not mind my lusty eyes wandering over her firm breasts and tight ass.

Richa was a very practical woman. She never kept any domestic help as she was away from home for most of the day and she was living all alone.

Instead she had invested in a good microwave, dishwasher and washing machine.

Many a times, when I used to go to her place for classes, I would find her attending to the dishwasher or washing machine. Her petite figure would capture my imagination and I felt like holding her from the back and having a round with her, then and there.

But I was afraid since she lived alone and might complain against me, if she was not the screwing type.

I have seen that two types of flirting women exist in the world – one who enjoy just casual flirting and naughty glances and the other who go the whole way to the bed and beyond.

I did not know Richa belonged to which group and so I needed to catch the right signals.

We used to study on a two seater table with glass top. We would face each other while starting off, but soon I would find Richa almost at my side in the course of explaining the finer points of the language to me.

On such occasions, it was quite evident that our hands might brush or my elbow might touch her body accidentally. She was quite unperturbed by such stuff and so was I, at least I acted so. She had a good collection of low-cut blouses and see-through saris, which she also wore, to office. Whenever she wore such a dress, I could see the type of brassiere that she wore and if lucky, the color of the bra was also visible under the transparent blouse. She didn’t mind me ogling at her skin and that gave me confidence to drool over her. Many a times, her eyes would catch me staring at her breasts or cleavage, whichever was visible.

She would smile and carry on with the lessons.

One evening, I came to know that it was her birthday and so we both decided to celebrate at her home. We brought some cake, food and booze and we settled on the low couch in her guestroom. She sat on the couch while I made myself comfortable on the carpet in front of her. That evening, she was wearing a chiffon sari with a string blouse, one that’s tied by strings at the back. Her blouse was sleeveless and I could see her hairless armpit. It seemed she had shaved her armpit hair very recently. The sari was way below her waist, almost at the edge of her panties. It almost seemed that her sari might fall off any time. Her navel was in full view as she was wearing an almost transparent chiffon sari. She had put on some mesmerizing perfume and her lipstick was naughty cherry, thus highlighting her pouting lips.

As we settled down, I could feel my manhood rising to the occasion. I poured drinks for both of us, started munching on the delectable snacks and our lazy evening took off. As time went by, she started opening herself up about her past life, why she parted ways with her hubby and what she wants from life.

In a nutshell, I understood that she was a lonely woman who craved for attention and time from her near and dear ones. Her hubby was a drug addict and used to torture her, physically and mentally. That’s why they never had any children and she could not enjoy conjugal bliss.

One good thing about Richa was the fact that she enjoyed her drinks and never fussed about the quantity. In other words, she was a total pro when it came to guzzling drinks.

As she gulped one peg after the other, I could find her slowly unwinding herself on the couch. She stretched her long legs, threw out her arms and sipped her drink.

Her chest & waist was almost bare as the sari had slipped on one side. Chiffon saris are very smooth and slippery and often dislocate from a woman’s body on her slightest turning or twisting. I just love to see a sari falling off from a woman’s shoulder and exposing her bare chest.

I tried to ignore the alluring sight and continued with my drink. Soon, I found Richa’s toes tickling my ear. She was seducing me…

By now, Richa was five pegs down and was pretty much sloshed. She looked ravishing and I could no longer take my eyes off her body.

Taking her toes into my mouth, I started my foreplay. Holding her foot in my hand, I began licking each of her toes and in-between her toes. She was enjoying my licks. I bit her toes naughtily as she smiled at me, asking me for more licks. I took an ice cube from the glass and started rubbing it slowly in between her toes. With the ice and my tongue working her up, she parted her legs even more but her chiffon came in the way. So I got up from her feet and pulled away her sari. She rolled over the couch and lay bare sans her sari.

Richa was shining under the warm glow of the table lamp and her silhouette was a mesmerizing sight. Her grayish brown hair shone and the strings of her blouse danced in the shadows of her figure. As she lay on the couch, I could clearly see her well-curved contours rise and fall with her fast breath. Her skin was soft and silky, with very little signs of age. She seemed like a tigress ready to hunt me down. Pulling me close to her, she unzipped my trousers, dug her soft hands into my undergarments and started fondling with my hard dick. She smiled as she brought out my manhood and undressed my trousers and undergarments. I was in my shirt only, with Richa fondling my dick. She started jerking my dick till it became hot and hard. Unskinning my rod, she shoved my dick into her hungry mouth and started licking with her tongue over my pink dickhead. As she gave me a blowjob, I started pulling the strings of her blouse. One by one, all the strings of her blouse came out loose and her blouse was just waiting to be pulled down. I rubbed her back lovingly as she licked and bit my dick. Slowly her blouse fell off, revealing her lovely cleavage, tightly guarded by her silk bra.

I was about to unclasp her bra when the doorbell rang and our rendezvous ended prematurely.

Richa was quite puzzled and quickly put on her clothes and answered the door. It was her sister, Reena from Delhi. She was in town on some office work and decided to surprise Richa with a visit. Reena was elder to Richa by 5 years and was a spinster. So here I was, with two very attractive & desirable ladies over forty. Seeing me with Richa, Reena enquired about me and Richa blushed, while answering her elder sister. Reena understood that something was boiling before she came here and it was better left under the wraps. All along, I kept admiring Reena’s well-toned figure. She seemed to look much younger than Richa. Her voluptuous lips, well-curved breasts and a proportionate ass made her more attractive. And the business suit that she wore gave her the extra oomph factor.

As Reena was supposed to spend that night with Richa, I was getting ready to excuse myself for the night.   

But both the sisters wanted me to stay back for the night. This was quite unexpected news for me. But I readily agreed and we resumed our booze session.  Suddenly Richa realized that dinner was yet to be bought and so she hurried downstairs to buy some dinner stuff for the 3 of us.

Taking off her jacket, Reena eased herself on the floor and soon we became quite friendly. She was wearing a sleeveless satin shirt and black trousers. As she started her drink, I came up real close to her and started unbuttoning her trousers. She smiled and raised her hips as I pulled her trousers from her body, Soon, she was just in panties and the top shirt. Parting her legs apart, I lay down before her and started my work.

Licking her soft legs and going right up to her groin, I could feel her slight hesitation and shyness. So to make matters easier for her, I took off my clothes and started taking off her satin shirt. Soon, Reena was completely nude and sweating like a pig!!

Taking this opportunity one step ahead, I brought my hands to her breast and my lips close to hers. So we were engaged in a lip lock and Reena’s tongue started flirted with mine. She rolled her lips and twisted her tongue to enter into the deepest contours of my tongue. As we kissed, my fingers started to play with her breasts. She had well-formed breasts and it was evident from the shape of her nipples, that she used to have someone lick them regularly. Who – I really didn’t care to find out?

As long as I had my way with her, I gave a damn who all she slept with….

She moaned softly as I took her nipples in my fingers and started rolling them over. I could feel the excitement as she started kissing me faster and faster.......