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I said “Ahmed don’t call me ever. If you want to reach me then just drop me a message and I will call/ message you when it is safe for me…”. I was feeling really tired and exhausted now so I rushed home and slept.
I woke up like an hour later and was feeling uncomfortable because I was stinking of sex so I took a hot shower. I wore a full length skirt and a loose V-neck t-shirt. Then I went to the pharmacy because I wanted to buy an emergency pill and some condoms…
After what happened today, I was in no mood to stop at anything now. I was not going to waste any chances of enjoying sex with any man I liked… And I needed to be safe till I completed my medical procedure because I couldn’t keep taking the emergency pill all the time…
The guy behind the counter at the pharmacy gave me a weird stare. Maybe because it wasn’t very common for women to come and buy condoms. I could feel his gaze on my chest and this gave me naughty ideas.
I gave him a warm smile in return to see if that would have any effect on him… My smile did wonders and his body language changed instantly.
I checked him out closely and he seemed somewhere in his mid-twenties with average build nearing six feet tall. His name was Umesh and he had finished his master’s in pharmacy two years ago and taken over this business from his dad.
The next moment he said “aunty there are other brands and types which I can suggest which will give you even more pleasure than this…” while tapping the box on the table.
I rested my elbows on his counter and leaned in wanting to give him an eyeful of my big boobs and cleavage. I wanted to see if he would fall for my charms. As expected his eyes locked on to my chest because my t-shirt was hanging loose leaving nothing to imagination.
I looked at his crotch and his bulge was already getting bigger. I teasingly asked “Umesh do I look like the aunty types to you…”? He panicked and fumbled for words. Umesh said “no aunty… Err… Sorry… I wasn’t meaning to…”.
I was still leaning forward in the same position and Umesh’s eyes kept switching between looking at me and my cleavage… Down below his cock was at full mast making an unmissable tent in his pants.
Going by what I had come across till now, he had to be big… Really big down there… My pussy convulsed violently at the thought of seducing another young stud especially after my today’s experience with Ahmed.
Umesh tried standing close to the billing counter because that was high enough to cover his tent. I warmly said “Umesh my name is Nandini. So please call me Nandini only…”. He replied “but aunty… Err… Sorry madam… You are elder to me… So it wouldn’t be appropriate”.
I said “it’s okay Umesh, age is just a number and I don’t mind it anyway… You call me Nandini because I will like it…”. He took a deep breath and said “fine aunty… sorry… Nandini. There are other brands and varieties which will give you more pleasure than this” pointing to the box on his counter.
