I said “Shyam please hold the stool steady or I will fall”. Even before I completed my sentence, Shyam was standing with his arms firmly around my upper thighs. He said “you don’t worry madam. I am right here holding you so I won’t let you fall”.
His touch on my bare thighs made my body tremble like a strong earthquake because not even my earlier boyfriends had ever touched me there leave alone Ramesh. I nodded okay and turned my attention back to the attic.
I looked below and saw Shyam’s face less than an inch from my crotch only separated by my skirt. My arousal was uncontrollable now and my pussy was leaking crazily.
There was no doubt now that Shyam could smell my leaking juices from over my skirt from such closeness. That attic sex story in the similar setting replayed in my mind sending my arousal soaring even higher.
His palms which were gripping my things now started gently caressing them. My pussy watered uncontrollably, my back arched, my body shuddered with sexual tension and excitement. Now I felt something press against my crotch.
I looked below and Shyam was pressing his face with his nose against my pussy from over my skirt. Just this was enough to bring me close to my next orgasm. Shyam grabbed this chance and rubbed his face hard against my crotch.
I grabbed the edge of the attic hard and screamed “stop Shyam, what are you doing”? He didn’t answer and continued grinding his face harder and deeper between my thighs. All his rubbing action had pushed my skirt higher.
His hands which were around my thighs earlier, were now firmly cupping my naked butt cheeks squeezing them like he was kneading dough. All this caused my skirt to rise further higher exposing my dripping wet naked pussy to him.
I could feel his hot breath directly hitting against my bare pussy. His nose was rubbing against my sensitive clit. This itself sent tidal waves of pleasures coursing thru my body. My legs were suddenly feeling weak.
My knees felt like they would give way anytime. I tried to hang on to the attic with every ounce of strength I had left. Then I felt something warm and wet against my clit. Fuckkk… Shyam was licking my clit now teleporting me instantly to sexual heavens.
My ultimate fantasy of having my pussy licked was finally coming true now. May not be in the best possible way but still it was happening when I was least expecting it. My pleas to stop him fell on deaf ears.
Shyam now had his face between my thighs slurping on my pussy juices. He murmured “madam the aroma of your juices has been driving me nuts all day, even god cannot stop me from enjoying your tasty juices now”.
I realised I was now almost squatting involuntarily on his mouth while still holding on to the edge of the attic with one hand. My other hand was in his hair trying to push his face harder to my dripping went cunt.
My legs had given way don’t know when. Soon my legs were barely touching the stool now. I was fully resting my weight on his face and it didn’t seem to matter to him at all.
