FRIENDLY FAVOUR
When she had answered the phone that afternoon, the baritone male voice on the other end was vaguely familiar. He was in the same class as her at college 18 years back. He had located her from an alumni website, noted that they were in the same city and decided to contact her. Tom, as far as she could remember, was never in her inner circle of friends. But she remembered him very well. He had been a gifted sportsman in college, a natural athlete with 6?3? tall lanky frame, curly brown hair, a cute smile and a huge fan following, mostly girls. In fact he had been a secret heart throb for one of her close friends. Anne was, on the other hand, quite the opposite. She had shied from sports and publicity, was the studious sort, slightly chubby, 5?3?, 36C cups but with hardly any boys among her close friends. They met after the call. He came over with a box of chocolates for her 7 year old son and a bouquet of flowers for her. They exchanged notes about their old friends, families and life in general. He was now 37, separated, and lived alone, a successful businessman his lanky frame of college years now beefed up with more muscle. She was 37 too now. Slimmer than in college, married for 10 years to Tony, a 5?9?, now 41 years old, overweight, overworked marketing executive husband who was, more often than not, touring. Tony had been reasonably good looking during the dating years, but the constant touring and junk food on the road had taken its toll on his looks and health. Their son, Jim, spent more time with his spoiling grand parents than with his scolding Mother.
Over the next two weeks, Tom called up often and they met thrice, twice for lunch and an evening out at the movies with the Jim sitting between them. All very normal and formal. But today, Saturday, was different. He had asked her out alone for dinner and she had agreed. Jim was spending the weekend with his grandparents in the other end of the city and her husband, Tony, was not expected back from tour before Monday. She felt a tinge of excitement at the romantic feel of it all. After a long time she was actually feeling wanted. Tom had been rather bold and frank in showering compliments on her looks and figure every time they met. Her beauty had been appreciated and her body was glowing in anticipation of further compliments. She wore a white dress and matching high heels expecting the occasion to be formal. And thanked God when he appeared in a formal suit in his self driven car and right on time. They went to what appeared to be a country club located in the suburbs. It was full of well dressed couples taking a break from the grind over the weekend. They drank and then danced. She could not remember having ever danced since her college farewell party and was initially hesitant. But he was reassuring and the drinks had done their bit. He held her tight during a slow number and she could feel his hand exploring her bare back. He complimented her on her smooth skin. By now, she was quite used to his praises and just smiled. She decided to return his favors and commented on his well maintained physique. He thanked and mentioned that she really was not qualified to comment on that as she had not seen enough of it. She blushed and he held her tighter. ?Feel my physique now?? he asked. She nodded and commented on his athletic achievements back at college. He nodded back and mentioned that he did remember seeing her once on a track and field event and that her bouncing assets had outshone her performance. She blushed again and became aware that her breasts were getting crushed on his firm chest. She tried to get free but there was no escape from his firm grip as he guided her through the dance floor. She tried to bury herself into his chest to avoid showing more cleavage than her low cut dress was designed to. She could feel the thrust against his chest was pushing her well endowed assets out of the deep neck of her white dress. He took it for acceptance to his advances and lowered his hand on her back further down. It now rested on the rise of her bums. A steady pressure through the palm of his hand ensured that her waist was firmly pinned on his hip. She could feel his hardness against her lower belly.
Wondering whether others were watching them, she looked over his shoulder and found the crowd on the dance floor had reduced noticeably and the few that were still there were all in close embraces, lost in their own intimate worlds. She spied a few couples sitting in the lounge seats by the wall, cuddling and smooching in the semi darkness. Imagining what it would be like to kiss Tom made her cheeks glow with a warm wave of blood. Immediately banishing the thought with a pang of guilt she excused herself saying she needed some fresh air. Tom reluctantly released his grip on her and a relieved Anne rushed out to the corridor that led to the gardens. Walking unsupported and with the music volume now muffled, she realized that she was a bit groggy. ?Must be the drunk!? she muttered to herself, shaking her head. ?Pardon?? Tom was walking right behind her. ?Maybe you should sit down and have a glass of water.? He motioned towards a door along the corridor. She found it slightly odd that he should have the keys to the door, but was to dizzy to bother.
It was a well furnished bedroom with heavy curtains on one wall, an emperor size white linen bed in the center and huge mirrors on another wall. There were large paintings of Victorian big bosomed women on the third wall. It struck her how romantic the room looked and how she missed Tony. But Tony was not the type to spend time or money on such luxuries, she thought sadly.
As she threw herself on the bed, she was surprised to find Tom throwing himself on her. Shaken out of her stupor, she tried to push him away. But he was all over her. Her lips were locked with a kiss. The dress she had so laboriously put on was slipping away from her body. His hands were all over her. On her arms, her neck. Holding her head one moment, her waist the next. She realized she was being disrobed like a tiny doll by this huge man. And there was nothing she could do about it. Pinned down below him, she could feel her tight push-up bra come loose. Her panties followed. She wanted to plead to let her go, but all she managed was a groan. Her mind told her it was wrong on Tony, but her arms went up to embrace Tom?s muscular torso. Touching bare skin she realized he had stripped himself in that flurry of activity. Holding him tight, she moaned. His tongue probed deep into her mouth. His warm body felt so cozy. His mouth burned a path down her body - from her eyelids, her cheek, her chin, down her throat, between her heaving breasts, with a tongue flick on her left nipple, then the right. His large palms firmly held her big breasts, rubbing the nipples in slow circles before pinching them between his fingers. Alternating with his mouth and fingers on either nipple, his tongue worked slow circles on the taut buds before sucking lightly on them and nibbling with his lips. He teasingly tugged the nipps with his lips and smiled at her moans of ecstasy. Satisfied with its conquest, his mouth moved further down her belly and stopped briefly at her navel, circling and probing till she wriggled in ticklish delight. Inevitably, it finally reached her neatly trimmed mound. In the raging fire between her legs, he deftly flicked around with his tongue, caressing her intimate sensory spots, triggering waves like she had never felt before. She clutched his head by the hair, holding it between her thighs, as she hit her orgasm. It was the first of many more to come. Her body danced all night to his magical tune as he used his many tools on her. First the tongue, then the fingers and lips combination on her dripping cunt and taut nipples, followed finally by his enormous cock. It filled her like never before. Almost choked her throat before settling for her cunt and stretching it out to its limits. Initially cumming all over her pretty face and then over her heaving breasts, he came a third time ? or was it the fourth? ? deep inside her belly. They hugged tight thereafter and slept till late into Sunday.
Glowing with her physical gratification, Anne trotted around the house, humming to herself as a tired Tony put down his suitcase and loosened his tie on Monday morning.
As she moved into the kitchen to prepare breakfast, Tony picked up the phone and dialed. ?Thanks, mate, she looks a changed woman!? he muttered with a smile curving the edge of his lips. ?Any time, Tony!! The pleasure is all mine!? Tom grinned at the other end.
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When she had answered the phone that afternoon, the baritone male voice on the other end was vaguely familiar. He was in the same class as her at college 18 years back. He had located her from an alumni website, noted that they were in the same city and decided to contact her. Tom, as far as she could remember, was never in her inner circle of friends. But she remembered him very well. He had been a gifted sportsman in college, a natural athlete with 6?3? tall lanky frame, curly brown hair, a cute smile and a huge fan following, mostly girls. In fact he had been a secret heart throb for one of her close friends. Anne was, on the other hand, quite the opposite. She had shied from sports and publicity, was the studious sort, slightly chubby, 5?3?, 36C cups but with hardly any boys among her close friends. They met after the call. He came over with a box of chocolates for her 7 year old son and a bouquet of flowers for her. They exchanged notes about their old friends, families and life in general. He was now 37, separated, and lived alone, a successful businessman his lanky frame of college years now beefed up with more muscle. She was 37 too now. Slimmer than in college, married for 10 years to Tony, a 5?9?, now 41 years old, overweight, overworked marketing executive husband who was, more often than not, touring. Tony had been reasonably good looking during the dating years, but the constant touring and junk food on the road had taken its toll on his looks and health. Their son, Jim, spent more time with his spoiling grand parents than with his scolding Mother.
Over the next two weeks, Tom called up often and they met thrice, twice for lunch and an evening out at the movies with the Jim sitting between them. All very normal and formal. But today, Saturday, was different. He had asked her out alone for dinner and she had agreed. Jim was spending the weekend with his grandparents in the other end of the city and her husband, Tony, was not expected back from tour before Monday. She felt a tinge of excitement at the romantic feel of it all. After a long time she was actually feeling wanted. Tom had been rather bold and frank in showering compliments on her looks and figure every time they met. Her beauty had been appreciated and her body was glowing in anticipation of further compliments. She wore a white dress and matching high heels expecting the occasion to be formal. And thanked God when he appeared in a formal suit in his self driven car and right on time. They went to what appeared to be a country club located in the suburbs. It was full of well dressed couples taking a break from the grind over the weekend. They drank and then danced. She could not remember having ever danced since her college farewell party and was initially hesitant. But he was reassuring and the drinks had done their bit. He held her tight during a slow number and she could feel his hand exploring her bare back. He complimented her on her smooth skin. By now, she was quite used to his praises and just smiled. She decided to return his favors and commented on his well maintained physique. He thanked and mentioned that she really was not qualified to comment on that as she had not seen enough of it. She blushed and he held her tighter. ?Feel my physique now?? he asked. She nodded and commented on his athletic achievements back at college. He nodded back and mentioned that he did remember seeing her once on a track and field event and that her bouncing assets had outshone her performance. She blushed again and became aware that her breasts were getting crushed on his firm chest. She tried to get free but there was no escape from his firm grip as he guided her through the dance floor. She tried to bury herself into his chest to avoid showing more cleavage than her low cut dress was designed to. She could feel the thrust against his chest was pushing her well endowed assets out of the deep neck of her white dress. He took it for acceptance to his advances and lowered his hand on her back further down. It now rested on the rise of her bums. A steady pressure through the palm of his hand ensured that her waist was firmly pinned on his hip. She could feel his hardness against her lower belly.
Wondering whether others were watching them, she looked over his shoulder and found the crowd on the dance floor had reduced noticeably and the few that were still there were all in close embraces, lost in their own intimate worlds. She spied a few couples sitting in the lounge seats by the wall, cuddling and smooching in the semi darkness. Imagining what it would be like to kiss Tom made her cheeks glow with a warm wave of blood. Immediately banishing the thought with a pang of guilt she excused herself saying she needed some fresh air. Tom reluctantly released his grip on her and a relieved Anne rushed out to the corridor that led to the gardens. Walking unsupported and with the music volume now muffled, she realized that she was a bit groggy. ?Must be the drunk!? she muttered to herself, shaking her head. ?Pardon?? Tom was walking right behind her. ?Maybe you should sit down and have a glass of water.? He motioned towards a door along the corridor. She found it slightly odd that he should have the keys to the door, but was to dizzy to bother.
It was a well furnished bedroom with heavy curtains on one wall, an emperor size white linen bed in the center and huge mirrors on another wall. There were large paintings of Victorian big bosomed women on the third wall. It struck her how romantic the room looked and how she missed Tony. But Tony was not the type to spend time or money on such luxuries, she thought sadly.
As she threw herself on the bed, she was surprised to find Tom throwing himself on her. Shaken out of her stupor, she tried to push him away. But he was all over her. Her lips were locked with a kiss. The dress she had so laboriously put on was slipping away from her body. His hands were all over her. On her arms, her neck. Holding her head one moment, her waist the next. She realized she was being disrobed like a tiny doll by this huge man. And there was nothing she could do about it. Pinned down below him, she could feel her tight push-up bra come loose. Her panties followed. She wanted to plead to let her go, but all she managed was a groan. Her mind told her it was wrong on Tony, but her arms went up to embrace Tom?s muscular torso. Touching bare skin she realized he had stripped himself in that flurry of activity. Holding him tight, she moaned. His tongue probed deep into her mouth. His warm body felt so cozy. His mouth burned a path down her body - from her eyelids, her cheek, her chin, down her throat, between her heaving breasts, with a tongue flick on her left nipple, then the right. His large palms firmly held her big breasts, rubbing the nipples in slow circles before pinching them between his fingers. Alternating with his mouth and fingers on either nipple, his tongue worked slow circles on the taut buds before sucking lightly on them and nibbling with his lips. He teasingly tugged the nipps with his lips and smiled at her moans of ecstasy. Satisfied with its conquest, his mouth moved further down her belly and stopped briefly at her navel, circling and probing till she wriggled in ticklish delight. Inevitably, it finally reached her neatly trimmed mound. In the raging fire between her legs, he deftly flicked around with his tongue, caressing her intimate sensory spots, triggering waves like she had never felt before. She clutched his head by the hair, holding it between her thighs, as she hit her orgasm. It was the first of many more to come. Her body danced all night to his magical tune as he used his many tools on her. First the tongue, then the fingers and lips combination on her dripping cunt and taut nipples, followed finally by his enormous cock. It filled her like never before. Almost choked her throat before settling for her cunt and stretching it out to its limits. Initially cumming all over her pretty face and then over her heaving breasts, he came a third time ? or was it the fourth? ? deep inside her belly. They hugged tight thereafter and slept till late into Sunday.
Glowing with her physical gratification, Anne trotted around the house, humming to herself as a tired Tony put down his suitcase and loosened his tie on Monday morning.
As she moved into the kitchen to prepare breakfast, Tony picked up the phone and dialed. ?Thanks, mate, she looks a changed woman!? he muttered with a smile curving the edge of his lips. ?Any time, Tony!! The pleasure is all mine!? Tom grinned at the other end.
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