She was at the brink of climax when I took hold of her, slipping my hands down inside her stockings to hold her thighs, and slid my cock in full lengt... till my pubes brushed against her. Her vagina was as tight, smooth, wet and warm as I’d dreamed. I thrust her for ages and her orgasm came while I was pumping her. She cried out, kicked out the leg that was sprawled on my desk sending her high heeled shoe flying and knocking more things off my desk. Her buttocks quivered as she shook and thrust. But she was a very fit woman and always dressed in the Maharashtrian nine-yard sari.She had a special place in my mind as she was the one to whom I had lost my virginity to, three years back. She had taught me quite a lot about sex and I have enjoyed a lot with her.I asked her to lie down on the charpayee and began playing with her boobs sitting next to her. I wanted to take it very slowly with her as my initial thirst was filled by my aunt just that morning. I was massaging her boobs and. "Yoohoo! Paris." I waved my hand in front of her face, trying to get her attention."Sorry. I was just thinking about that stupid dance next weekend." She said, putting a spoonful of "food" into her mouth."Yeah, looks pretty lame. Who wants to spend money on clothes you're going to wear once in some gym that smells like sweat?" I guess so. But you know what would be fun?" She asked, a mischvious look on her face."No what?" If we went anyway, just to make fun of everyone. And maybe everyone could. ." Would you get your sorry ass over here, or I'm going to have to squeeze in beside you on that sofa." I didn't want to assume..." Assume away, handsome. Come on, I don't bite." Not what I heard." You know what boys are like with stories." I'm..." As he stood up, trying to hold the blanket in front of his body, he fumbled, and the blanket fell to the floor. "Naked." Me too. At least..." I lifted the blankets and peeked quickly. "Yeah, come on, we're even. Well, I don't have one of those...".