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We spoke at length the first day as her husband was out of town and kids are studying outside Delhi. We decided upon what we would be wearing so that each could recognize the other, as you all know, pictures can be pretty different from how we look in real life.

When she asked me whether I liked her picture, I frankly told her that “you are good enough to eat”…and on the other end I could hear her suck her breath in, there was silence for 2-3 seconds after which her breathless voice said-“really? I have a thing for pretty feet and hands, so I requested her if she would be kind enough to wear high heeled sandals and anklets, and if possible paint her toes in red color nail paint; to which she said with a mischievous laugh- “wait and see…” and I left it at that.

Her chat Nick name was “Toffs” and her name was “Rina”( changed here, I am sure u will understand..), her age was 39, which was OK with me, as I have always found myself to be more attracted, both socially and sexually, towards women who are older than me, she stayed in the same area as mine, was married with 2 teenaged children.

Her husband was a senior corporate executive…in short- your average upper middle class Indian housewife.

Within a minute I had the key to room number 312 in my hands.

I went back to the coffee shop and tossed the key on the table in front of her and asked her “why not right now? ” She was speechless for a few seconds and then said “oh my god, this is so sudden, you should have asked me atleast.” To which I said “its just a room, you can finish the coffee and walk out of here, IF YOU WANT.” After a few more minutes of “oh no”, “how can I…” we started for the room.

My hands were on her thighs, gently massaging and kneading the flesh.

Her voice got a little louder “aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh……….

Once in the room, I turned the latch, and turned around to embrace her, she was trembling all over, so I led her to the sofa and made her sit down.

I offered her a glass of cold water from the refrigerator in the room.

Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, babyyyyyyyyyyyy” she moaned, her eyes close and head going from side to side……

I slid my hands up her top, and onto her bra covered breasts, all the while running my tongue gently in circles on her stomach and belly button…….

As it was fair, I sent her a picture of mine in return…. I felt a bit strange too, talking this ways to a lady without knowing anything about her and the conversation moved on to general interest areas.