Family and Friends Ch. 11bydarthewriter©
As arranged earlier. My father went to the airport to collect Faisel, Naila, Rida and the kids. I volunteered to go to the shop and supervise until Papa or Faisel could relieve me. Things were still tense but easing, at home.
I had actually seen Zainab at breakfast and said 'Hi ya' in my old playful, 'best buddy' way;
Truth was that I felt guilty, realising that my wet dream had stared Zainab 'doing things' to me and having me 'do things' to her. Not very decent or even possible, (in some cases) 'things'
She smiled and gave me a quick blushing smile visibly relaxing I thought, at my casual manner as well as giving me a severe cock stand.
My parents discussed the return of the 'Lahore party'. It was obvious that my mother expected to hear about 'good rishtas' (proposals) for me, and that my father was simply happy to break the tension of the house with grand kids to fuss over.
Akram had already opened, swept and mopped the shop, by the time I arrived. He was nervous around me, and I said and did nothing to lessen his nervousness.
Waking up with my boxers shorts full of cum, was like re-living adolescence and in my case, one period of adolescence was enough. I had no wish to relive the frustration, confusion and general insecurity I had felt in those years. In other words I was feeling bitchy.
The shop was filling up and I soon was busy with taking payments and making change. The women were all in the 'mature category,' even the maids seemed to be fast approaching their 'sell-by-dates' and whether it was because of me, or a genuine lack of interest in older women, Akram kept himself busy dusting, stocking shelves or fetching things.
Yes, young pussy is 'tight' and 'hot' but can be too scared, shy or inexperienced; middle aged pussy can do things that Huma and Samia (the call girls) had no doubt learned to do and what was more, they enjoyed it more. Probably because the husband was too busy trying to screw a twenty year old and 're-capturing his youth. Akram was missing out on a lot, if he thought that 'old was worn out'.
One woman, in her mid-forties, gave me a frosty look as I had casually flirted with her. She may have been in her forties but her body was well shaped, fit and a mature woman can teach you a lot, if you get past the age fixation. I was simply bored I guess, because my flirtation had been almost off hand.
She came back an hour later on the pretext of forgetting something. She slipped me a mobile (cell) phone number with the payment for the item, her face still expressionless and her tone icy.
I tucked the number in my shirt pocket and carried on as usual. I decided to wait an hour, send Akram out on some errand; all provided the shop was empty of customers.
When I dialled the number, the 'ice lady' had slipped me, a rather nice female voice answered, I introduced myself and asked if there was anything she needed, It was as lame as lame can be but she went along with it and thanked me for asking, Call ended,
Then ten minutes after I hung up, she rang me back, her tone now totally different; far more seductive, explaining that she had been with someone (Husband?) when I had called; and asked me to meet her at a nearby park at a certain time at gate number 3. I agreed.
It was after 1pm when my father finally came to take over from me. We had a chat bringing each other up-to-date on what each of us needed to know, over a cup of tea. I went home for a late lunch and greeted Rida, Naila and Faisel at the dinning table, while they were still eating.
Naila eyed me with interest while Zainab concentrated on talking to Rida, but gave me a welcoming smile, as I sat down. I would have to ask her if she had Beena sow her into her Kamiz. They always seemed like they were about to split open, if she breathed too hard. The idea of Zainab's very tasty breasts suddenly bursting free and popping up, hard tipped and eager for a sucking at the dinning table produced the now an almost constant cock stand
Hell! It was adolescence all over again complete with leaky piss slit and spunk filled balls.
Faisel bored me with tales of Lahore's old city and 'food Street" and his passion for Lahore's famous fish dishes. Sad isn't it that the only 'socially acceptable fun' is to eat? Thankfully the kids were napping so I was spared that part of the 'home-coming' for later.
Lunch over, I showered shaved and took my time getting changed into expensively faded jeans and an expensive looking T-shirt, and drove the short distance to the park. I was glad of the deodorant I had applied; the weather was very humid and sticky. It was about 5pm by the time I turned up; a little before the appointed time.
This famous (un-nameable) Park is what a park should be. Green, full of trees and pleasant pathways, fountains and even a jogging track laid out for both sexes to enjoy. The other main features of the park are the high boundary wall and entry fee.
Then there are the security guards all ex-fauji (military) types with 'no nonsense' looks in their eyes. This gives the park something special in a large, unpredictable city like Karachi; A sense of total security.
After paying my entry fee at gate '1', and looking as respectable as possible, (or they 'ask' you to leave) I began to walk slowly and serenely along the shaded pathways towards gate '3'. I was soon aware that I was being discretely followed by a security guard.
With so many women running around, in sweaty t-shirts with breasts bouncing healthily and buttocks shuddering under the impact of each foot fall, the temptation for a person to simply come and stare was always a problem
I noted the joggers, men in shorts, women in loose or tight sweat pants (No shorts sadly) jog around inter-mixed with people just walking briskly and chatting, a social event, and normal human behaviour.
There were young couples, sitting together on benches and lawns chatting and flirting as long as they didn't start kissing or fucking, the park guards were willing to leave them alone to touch each other discreetly and not too outrageously.
This is a conservative country where public displays of affection are socially forbidden. (Then again, is there any country in the world that allows people to screw in public freely?)
I did however notice a lot of hand holding, thigh stroking and in one secluded summer house; a guy busy rubbing his hand between his partners legs, over the woman's fully clothed pussy as he smiled and said things I couldn't hear.
My slow silent stroll wasn't noted by them until I was almost upon them (very careless of them) she had her eyes closed and he was too busy rubbing her choot to pay attention. They stopped as I passed them, both with grins of embarrassment. I just smiled shrugged as if to say 'None of my business, Go for it'.
However, feeling sympathetic for their desperation, I did say, looking at my wrist watch as a phoney decoy "Guard coming".
The guy nodded and smiled as the woman checked that her clothing was decently in place. By the time any guard trailing me would have reached the summer house he would have seen two people having a conversation, instead of a woman withering in controlled passion as her partner finger fucked her.
I had entered from a different gate just in case 'ice lady' was some kind of sick bitch with a couple of male relatives in tow at gate 3 to beat some 'manners' into me. Not unlikely so, Pakistani/Indian readers take note. Be cautious. Think with your brain not your Lund.
I reached gate '3', a little after the time she had said. She was already there and paying her entrance fee.
I made no attempt to greet her beyond an inoffensive smile, and waited for her to say in surprise "Fahad Beta! (son) what a pleasant surprise, where is your mother?"
I had to hand it to her; she drew everyone's attention to us, and by her words dismissed us from their minds.
The guard who had been shadowing me moved off to do something else and 'ice woman' began strolling along one of the pathways with me. Chatting like an old friend. I must admit, that 'live' her voice lacked the same 'sex appeal' of the phone voice.
Her name was Rubina; she was married with two sons studying in an elite high school. Husband was a wealthy businessman with little interest in her. He had a 'keep' (mistress) she claimed, that 'took care of his needs'.
"I suppose he thinks I am not interested in sex anymore. I am though" she said bluntly giving me a sly smile. No one paid much attention to us. Those that did usually were more interested in making sure we didn't notice their 'hidden' attempts at 'feeling' each other.
As expected, guys went for a squeeze of ass or a stroke of thigh or a breast cupping. the girls seemed content hold hands or stoke a chest or tease an arm with finger tips. I keep my eyes open and observe a lot of what happens around me.
One more thing for you note, many girls were head to toe covered with only dark lust filled eyes (?) urging their daring boyfriends to risk a thrashing off a security guard or some 'do-gooder'.
(Before the 'do-gooders' and 'soul savers' start sending me death threats, why the fuck are you on this site reading these stories anyway?)
"I saw those two yesterday at the bank they work at, flirting" Rubina said indicating a young couple chatting under a tree,
"I know his wife and two toddlers, slightly, daughter of a neighbour" she added turning and steering us away from them.
I didn't expect to get anywhere with her on a first meeting. Unless she had an apartment or house, I wasn't in the mood for a quick screw in the back of my car parked in some secluded lane. Too much like teenage desperation, when you have finally convinced a girl to let you 'do it' quickly before dropping her near her house.
(I can almost see you all nodding).
She asked about my housing situation and I asked about hers. Obviously, we could not take each other home.
The Sunset call to prayer was sounding as we reached back to gate '3'.
I walked her to her car as she asked me to, and she pointed out the registration number to me.
"Remember it and call me sometime" She said getting into her car "maybe a place and time will turn up" She added with a coy smile. Yeah. The woman wanted cock badly, just wasn't willing to 'bed and spread' in a bamboo hut. Why should she? She was 'The Upper Class' in anyone's country.
I stored the information and open invitation away in the back of my mind, walking back through the park towards gate 1.
No one was interested in me now and the couple in the summer house had long gone, maybe to some car backseat in a secluded lane?
As I drove home I casually thought of options and could find none, except for a hotel But would she go for that and what would 'hotel' mean to her category wise? I don't mind paying for the best but I want what I pay for, if you get my meaning,
The evening passed as expected. Rida and my mother ran through a long list of 'candidates' for my consideration; she even had photographs, what this woman could do for the intelligence services was almost frightening. (Is there a shortage of men in Pakistan because there seems to an over supply of suitable girls?)
Naila would add her approval of someone now and then, but I think she was more interested in teasing me. Certainly her clothing was getting more revealing as my vacation went on.
Just before dinner, I cornered Naila in the drawing room, for a hot passionate kiss and feel of her body. She had hung back and made sure that her figure hugging suit showed off her ass, and a slow wiggle of her ass as it moved helped get my attention.
"Ooooooooooh" She groaned as I licked her neck and ear lobes "I missed you"
I pressed myself hard against her as my mouth covered hers and our tongues met in a long hard French kiss.
I felt her pull back, and as we stared deep into each others eyes she said "I feel that you've missed me too"
Since my hard-on was pressed hard against her tummy, she certainly could feel something.
"Tonight?" I asked breathless with lust "I must have you tonight" My hands squeezed her ass in a clear attempt to get her consent and demonstrate my urgent need, pressing my cock harder at her tummy also helped me make my point.
She smiled mischievously, an eyebrow raised as she pouted "Maybe. Let me think about it". The Bitch!
We broke apart as we heard my mother calling us for dinner. We entered the dinning room minutes apart.
"Have you seen Naila?" my mother asked me before adding "You look flushed, Fahad, are you ok?"
I shrugged. Quickly seating myself and therefore making the tent in my trousers less likely to be noticed.
As we sat down to dinner Naila came in and sat down opposite me, beside Faisel, my clueless brother.
"Where were you?" Faisel asked already attacking the food like a Shadi guest. Where did he put it all, he was as slim as me?
"Oh I had a few things to check on and sort out" she replied smiling at everyone.
That night, I locked the door after Naila entered my room.
We were both hot and lusting for each other. We soon fell naked and squirming into the 'traditional-man-on-top' position, her legs opening and her ass lifting to give my cock a clear target at her fuck hole.
Man she was hot! I mean very hot, wet and hungry for my cock. Had Faisel been too busy eating fish to take care of Naila's sexual appetite?
Her choot gripped my Lund like a slimy hand squeezing it as I shafted in and out of her cunt in time to her own violent bucking up and down. It was beautiful. The frustrations of the past several days were finally being seen to properly by a pussy with a thirst for cock cream.
Yes, Beena had sneaked in for a nightly bang but something about fucking a woman without a condom just can't be explained. It feels, so good. BUT! Live long and prosper, use a condom
We both were so hot that we both came almost immediately and almost simultaneously. I can't tell you if the feel of hot spunk blasting into her fuck hole triggered her orgasm or the other way around.
What I can say is that after a brief rest, our two sweaty heaving bodies were screwing again. We hadn't even un-cocked her cunt.
I was busy ramming her hot choot and sucking her nipples as I heard a tapping on the door. Naila and I paused, my cock still deep up her and then resumed fucking after we were certain that the person at the door had gone.
Her cunt was now a squishy slimy hole filled with our cum and natural cunt lube, my dick was hard but I knew that the first ball blaster had taken some of the stiff out of stiffness. But my mind and heart were not in the mood to simply lie down and leave us both hanging (well me hanging) without another cum.
I pulled out and as she gasped in surprise I turned her onto her stomach and pushed my mouth and lapping tongue at her butt crack and soon licked her twitching butt hole as she groaned and moaned into the pillow, Her fists grabbing the bed sheet as she heaved her hips up and I pressed her hips down.
She tasted of sweat, and pussy and spunk. The eroticism of what I was doing soon restored my Lund to full hardness and as she grunted like a speared animal, I aimed my cock at her butt hole and eased in. The weight of my body and the desperation and force of my assault reduced her to a quivering mass that simply wanted me to fuck. Her ass moved up to meet my cock as it pumped her. Whoever had introduced her to anal had been an expert or was she naturally more into anal that vaginal? Who knows and fuck, who cares?
We soon got the right tempo and pace going and with her fingers now teasing her breasts, nipples and clit along with my one free hand (The other was holding her in position) it wasn't long before I shot a long hot stream of spunk up her rectum and heard her slowly let out her breath as her own body shuddered in orgasm.
I pulled my cock out of her ass and collapsed face first onto the bed besides her panting.