Vikram, a man of fifty-seven, found himself in an unusual situation. He was at Pragya's apartment, the wife of his best friend who was away on business. Pragya, a stunning woman in her late forties, had always been a picture of elegance and grace. But tonight, there was something different in the air, a palpable tension that neither of them could ignore.
Pragya had greeted him at the door, her smile warm and inviting. She was dressed in a simple yet alluring outfit, a tight-fitting blouse that accentuated her ample breasts and a pair of jeans that hugged her curves in all the right places. Vikram couldn't help but notice the way her nipples hardened under his gaze, a clear sign of her arousal.
As they settled into the living room, Pragya excused herself to get them some drinks. When she returned, she handed Vikram a glass of whiskey and sat down next to him, her thigh brushing against his. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through him, and he could feel his dick twitching in response.
"You know, Vikram," Pragya said, her voice a sultry purr, "I've fantasized about this moment for so long."
Vikram was taken aback by her boldness, but he couldn't deny the desire that was building within him. He reached out, his hand cupping her breast, feeling the weight of it in his palm. Pragya let out a soft moan, her head falling back as he squeezed gently.
"Vikram," she whispered, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. "I want to feel your mouth on me."
Vikram didn't need to be told twice. He leaned in, his lips capturing one of her nipples through the thin fabric of her blouse. He sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the stiff peak. Pragya's hands flew to his head, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer.
"Oh, daddy," she moaned, the endearment sending a thrill down his spine. "That feels so good."
Vikram's hands roamed her body, exploring every curve and dip. He could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, and he knew she was as wet as he was hard. He moved his mouth to her other breast, giving it the same attention as the first. Pragya's breathing grew ragged, her hips bucking against his thigh.
Suddenly, Pragya pulled away, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She reached for his belt, her fingers deftly undoing the buckle and pulling down his zipper. Vikram's dick sprang free, hard and ready. Pragya's hand wrapped around it, her thumb swiping at the pre-cum that had already gathered at the tip.
"Fuck, Pragya," Vikram groaned, his hips thrusting into her hand. "You're going to make me cum if you keep that up."
Pragya smiled, her hand moving up and down his shaft in a slow, torturous rhythm. "That's the idea." she said, her voice a husky whisper. "I want to feel you cum in my hand."
Vikram's eyes rolled back in pleasure, his hands gripping the armrests of the couch. He could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening with each stroke of her hand. Just as he was about to explode, Pragya pulled away, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
"Not yet, daddy," she said, her voice a sultry purr. "I have other plans for you."
With that, Pragya stood up, her hands going to the buttons of her blouse. One by one, she undid them, revealing her bare breasts to his hungry gaze. Vikram's mouth watered at the sight, his dick twitching in anticipation.
Pragya let the blouse fall to the floor, her hands moving to the waistband of her jeans. She shimmied out of them, leaving her in nothing but a pair of lacy panties. Vikram could see the wet spot on the fabric, a clear sign of her arousal.
"Fuck, Pragya," Vikram groaned, his hand reaching out to touch her. "You're so wet."
Pragya smiled, her hand covering his. "And you're going to make me wetter, daddy," she said, her voice a sultry whisper. "Now, are you going to sit there all night, or are you going to fuck me?"
Vikram didn't need to be told twice. He stood up, his hands pulling her close. He captured her lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth. Pragya moaned into his mouth, her hands roaming his body.
Vikram's hands moved to her panties, pulling them down her legs. He knelt before her, his mouth capturing her clit. Pragya's hands flew to his head, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer. He licked and sucked, his tongue swirling around her clit, driving her wild with pleasure.
"Oh, daddy," Pragya moaned, her hips bucking against his mouth. "I'm going to cum."
Vikram could feel her body tensing, her pussy clenching around his tongue. He knew she was close, and he wanted to taste her cum. He redoubled his efforts, his tongue flicking against her clit, his fingers plunging in and out of her pussy.
Pragya's body convulsed, her cum gushing into his mouth. Vikram lapped it up, his tongue swirling around her clit, drawing out her orgasm. Pragya's body went limp, her hands falling to her sides.
Vikram stood up, his dick hard and ready. He captured Pragya's lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth. Pragya moaned into his mouth, her hands roaming his body.