Shopping Trip

There were surprisingly few people at the mall today, Omar thought to himself as he made his way through the shopping center. He noticed a new kiosk selling colorful scarves and decided to check it out. He looked over the many racks of scarves at the kiosk, trying to figure out which one to get his wife. There was a wide variety – silks and cottons, light pastels, complex geometric patterns, even a few animal prints. Omar couldn't make up his mind as to which one would make the best gift for his wife.

"May I help you," asked the woman with a thick, but sensual accent.

She was an older South Asian woman, in her forties or maybe her fifties, but still pretty attractive. She was clad in a traditional shalwar kameez, colorfully embroidered with folk designs, and was wearing a hijab, indicating that she was a Muslimah. She also seemed to have very large breasts, which instantly caught Omar's attention.

"Yes," he said nervously, trying not to focus on her rather well-endowed chest, "I'm looking for a gift for my wife."

"Ah yes," she smiled, "I think I might have just the thing. Does she wear silk?"

"Yes," he replied, "At least I think so."

"What about these," asked the woman, as she showed him an entire row of colorful silk scarves.

As Omar looked over the scarves she presented before him, he noticed her stylish, well-manicured fingers rubbing across the soft fabric of the cloth.

"Maybe," he said thoughtfully, "I think she likes animal prints. Do you have anything like that in silk?"

"Yes," she said, bending over to open one of the drawers on her kiosk.

She returned with an armful of scarves in various animal print patterns. Omar could make out both white and yellow tiger stripes, leopard spots, zebra stripes, and even a snake-skin print pattern. The woman laid all of them out before him for inspection.

"Would you like to see what they look like," she asked.

"What," he said, not quite comprehending the question.

"Here," she said, smiling as she took off her hijab, "Let me try some of them on so you can see what they would look like on your wife."

Omar certainly hadn't expected that. The woman set down her plain white scarf on the kiosk while she pulled back her hair and put on the leopard print scarf. She turned around, giving him a full view of the scarf, loosely draped over her head. Once again, Omar couldn't help himself as he found his eyes drawn towards her massive chest. It was still quite noticeable even in a loose fitting garment like hers.

"Hmmm," he nodded, "I do like it, but could I see the tiger print?"

"Which one," she asked, "The yellow and black stripes, or the white and black?"

"I think the yellow and black," he said, playfully adding, "It looks more like a tiger in the wild, you know what I mean?"

"Rawr," she said, as she playfully made a claw-like pawing gesture with her right hand.

He chuckled. Was she flirting with him? He certainly wasn't expecting that. As she bent over to try on the tiger-print scarf, Omar noticed she seemed to have a rather curvy ass as well.

"Do you like it," she asked.

"Yes," he responded, "It looks good on you."

"So you'll be buying it then?"

"Of course," he said as he got out his wallet, "How much is it?"

"Normally," she said, "it would be twenty-five dollars, but I like you so I'll cut you a deal. You can have it for only twenty."

"Only twenty," he asked as he reached into his pocket to get out his wallet.

"Yes," she nodded.

"Thank you very much, that's very generous of you."

"Not at all," she replied, as she rang up his order, "Don't mention it."

"I'm Omar, by the way," he said as he reached out to pay the woman.

"Pleasure to meet you," she said, "My name is Jaya."

"That's a very beautiful name. Is it Indian?"

"Yes," she said, "I'm Indian. My husband and I came here from Hyderabad, in Andhara Pradesh, several years ago."

"So," he asked, "How long have you been running this little kiosk? I don't remember seeing it here the last time I was at the mall."

"No," she responded, "We just opened it a couple months ago."

"Oh," he said, "But you seem to be doing pretty good business here. Do you run it yourself?"

"Yes," she said, "Me and my daughter run the store most of the time. We hired another girl, an American, to work here as well, but she only works on the evenings and weekends, so usually it's just me or my daughter."

"I see," Omar said thoughtfully.

There was a brief pause as they looked at each other. Omar didn't know what to say to her, so he just gave a tense smile at her. Jaya responded in kind.

"Well thank you very much," he finally said, breaking the uneasy silence, "You've been very helpful."

"You're welcome," she said.

With the scarf for his wife in hand, Omar turned around to leave and starting walking away. Still, he couldn't help but think that the Indian woman at the kiosk was flirting with him. And she was pretty damned too, after all. Against his better judgment, Omar hesitated for a moment and turned around, making his way back over toward the kiosk. As he approached, Jaya looked up at him.

"Did you forget something," she asked, rather eagerly.

"No," he said rather nervously, "I was just wondering if maybe you wanted to do something?"

She gave him a blank look.

"You know," he said, "Maybe go out and have lunch some time or something."

"I am a married woman you know," she said, her voice dropping to a subtle whisper as she leaned in closer to talk to him, "But we could grab a bite to eat I suppose. Just so long as my husband doesn't find out. He can get kind of jealous about these things."

"I won't tell if you won't," he chuckled.

Jaya looked over her shoulder at the mall clock to check the time.

"All right, well just let me close down my store and then I can go on lunch break."

"You can do that," he asked her.

"Of course," she responded as she drew a white canvas curtain over her kiosk, "My husband and I own this stand, and I am run it as the manager. I can take breaks whenever I want."

"Cool," he said, "So what do you want to eat? I was thinking maybe Chinese, or gyros..."

"Actually," she interjected, "I'd rather not eat at the food court. I work at the mall almost every day so I get tired of eating the same foods. I was thinking that instead maybe we could go across the street to one of the restaurants and have some real food. Do you have a car?"

"Yeah," he responded, "I can drive."

"Good. Very good. Then let's go, shall we."

Omar was parked in the mall parking lot outside the main entrance. He led her out to his car and opened the door for her, allowing her to enter his car. The he walked around and got into the driver side. As he started up the ignition, he couldn't help but notice Jaya putting on her seat belt, which sat uncomfortably upon her

"So then," he said, "Where to?"

"I was thinking maybe your place," she said as she rubbed her left hand across his thigh, "Do you live far from here?"

"No," he responded, "My apartment is only ten or maybe fifteen minutes from the mall."

Omar hardly needed any encouragement at this point, and immediately started driving towards his apartment, eagerly anticipating whatever this hot woman might have in mind. She continued to rub her hand across his leg, eventually bringing it up to his crotch. Omar immediately started to stiffen as she worked his massively engorged member. By the time they finally arrived at his apartment, he was already starting to cum in his pants. As he parked the car, he eagerly turned to the woman sitting beside him and passionately kissed her, rubbing his hands over her delightfully curvy body. She responded as he squeezed her sensitive breasts.

"Let's go in," he whispered to her.

"But what about your wife," she asked.

"It's all right," he said, "She isn't here right now, she's at work."

The two quickly got out of the car, caressing each other as they made their way to the apartment. Omar fumbled with his key for a moment, then finally got it in and hurriedly led Jaya to his room. He hoped that none of the other tenants noticed him making out with another woman. Hand-in-hand, the two went up the stairs leading to his room. They kissed again when they got there, and then he opened the door. As soon as they were both in, Omar slammed his door closed and quickly locked it to make sure that no unannounced visitors would disturb them.

"This is a nice place you have here," she said, her accent becoming slightly more noticeable, "Do you mind if I sit down?"

"Sure," he responded, "There's a couch over there in the next room."

He pointed to the couch. Jaya went over to the next room, sitting down on the couch and stretching. Omar followed her and watched as she took off her head scarf, carefully setting it down on the edge of the couch. Her raven black hair was tied up in a knot. She simply left it like that as she took off her shalwar, sliding it over her head and setting it down on top of her hijab scarf. Jaya wasn't even wearing a bra at all. Her massive breasts were exposed in all of their glory, and Omar could finally see that they really were as big as he had thought. True, she did have a little fat on her and her massive boobs were starting to sag, but none of that detracted from her beauty.

Omar sat down beside her while she slipped out of her kameez, exposing her big, fat ass. As she sat back down, Omar passionately embraced her, rubbing his hands over her curvaceous body. She moaned in pleasure as he squeezed her sensitive breasts. Omar struggled as he could barely fit his hands around her massive boobs. Nimbly working his fingers, he flicked her sensitive nipples, causing them to become hard. Then he pinched them, eliciting yet another moan from her. He brought his hand down to her crotch, rubbing her vagina through the thin fabric of her panties.

"Mmmm," she moaned as she moved her own hands over towards his crotch.

Omar barely even noticed as she unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his zipper. Soon his dick was sticking out, and she began to work his shaft, causing him to become as stiff as a board. After stroking his cock for a while, Jaya got a devious grin on her face and got down on her knees. Then she popped his cock into her mouth and began to suck on it.

Her warm, soft lips sucking on his dick caused Omar to groan in pleasure. As she kept working on his engorged member, he could feel the tip of his cock swell. Just as he thought he was about to cum she abruptly stopped.

"There," she said, rubbing her hand across the length of his cock, "Now it's nice and moist."

"What," said, not quite sure about where she was going with this.

"You like my tits," she said, "right?"

Omar nodded in agreement.

"Don't you want to fuck them?"

"Oh," he said, "Yeah, I want to fuck your tits."

"Go ahead," she said as she got back on the couch, "Fuck my tits! Fuck my tits HARD!"

She leaned back, pushing her massive boobs together with her hands. Omar found her accent to be especially hot when she began talking dirty. Needing little encouragement at this point, he straddled her torso and shoved his already lubricated cock between her huge breasts and started to pump.

He easily slid in between the boobs, pumping away as he looked down at her beautiful face. He smiled as he saw that her eyes were closed, lost in her own reverie as he titty-fucked her with all of his might. Sticky and hot, the two continued to moan in pleasure.

Omar kept pumping, his cock sliding in between her tits with each thrust, until eventually he felt his cock head start to swell again. Finally, he could hold back no longer and shot his load, cumming all over her chest, neck and face.

"Oh yes," she said, lost in ecstasy, "Cum on face!"

Raising up his dick with his right hand, Omar began to work his shaft until he shot a second load, plastering her face with his hot, sticky seed.

Jaya could do little more than groan as she lie there with Omar's jizz coating her face and chest, slowly dripping down her body. Omar got up and left the room, returning a moment later with a towel. He offered it to Jaya so that she could wipe some of his seed off her face.

"That was delightful," she said.

"Indeed," he said, "But we're not done yet. I still want to fuck your cunt!"

Jaya finished wiping her face and set down the towel. Then she turned back around to face Omar as she slid her panties down her leg, exposing her entire body to her new found lover.

"Do it," she said, "Fuck me!"

Once again, the two began to make out. Omar slid his hand over her voluptuous body, bringing it down along her abdomen and finally hitting her crotch. She moaned in ecstatic rapture as he worked her sensitive clit. Soon she was wet and ready to go.

Omar dropped his pants and his boxers as Jaya laid down and sprawled herself out on the couch. His cock was once again stiff, standing erect as he prepared to enter this hot, middle aged piece of ass. He started to rub his shaft, growing to his full six inches.

"I'm going to fuck you," he said, grabbing Jaya's thighs and spreading her legs.

"Yes," she said, "Do it! Fuck me!"

Omar lined his dick up with her cunt, pressing the head of it to her sensitive opening. Without a moment's hesitation, he pumped he cock into her and started pounding away her already well lubricated pussy. She moaned in delight as he thrust the full length of his member into her, bringing her to the height of ecstasy.

"OH YES," she screamed, "OH GOD YES!"

The sound of her accent got Omar worked up even more, causing him to thrust into her with a renewed vigor. He pounded away at her pussy, slowly and deliberately at first but gradually working his way up to a faster tempo.

"Oh yeah," he groaned, "You like that?"

"YES," she said as he thrust into her again, "YES! YES! YES!"

Sweaty and passionate, the two continued to fuck until finally, Omar could hold back no longer and shot his load deep into her cunt. He relaxed as he filled her womb with his seed, then slowly pulled out of her. For a moment, the two of them lay there trying to catch their breath.

"That was amazing," he said.

"Yes," she responded, "It certainly was. Maybe next time I shall have to bring my daughter over here..."

Omar liked the sound of that a lot, and looked forward to fucking mother and daughter together on his couch. Now if only there was a way to bring his wife into this affair too...