His hand reached my deep navel and he placed his index finger inside, and simultaneously he placed the palm of his 'killer' hand right on my pussy. He wasted no time in caressing my pussy lips and applied pressure with his middle finger in an attempt to insert.
I caught him staring at my thighs, and then realized that I was still in my cleaning costume! I told him to sit on the wooden chair as his clothes were still wet. I looked at him now, for the first time in detail . But you will have to wait since I am in the middle of cleaning the house..., "Is that OK? I got up to go to the bathroom to pick up the mop and saw him taking a peek through my saree at my deep fleshy navel. The intense thought of my husband and untimely arrival of this sales person started driving my hormones crazy. I tucked my saree to my waist, just above my knees and lowered my saree a bit more too below hip and secured the pallu in position and came in to the hall with the mop to clean. I was quite aware of his peeking glances all over me. I was done with mopping the hall and took the mop back to the bathroom.
He was quite well built and would have been in his early twenties. Then, I remembered the purpose of his coming to our house. "you are almost dry now ", was my passing comment while leaving the hall.
That was a very different sensation and I had never felt that with my husband ever before. He released his other hand from the stool, and rested it lightly on my bare hip.
I gasped and stopped cleaning and looked down into his eyes. He continued to perform the circular motion and let his hand travel further upwards... Our eyes were still locked as his hand went for my navel while his other hand at the mid thigh region drew circles advancing closer to my pussy.
I walked quickly to the door hoping that it was my husband who returned early. " and held a plastic box with a picture of a woman in bra and panties. He was walking towards the station to catch his train and wanted to try his luck in our place, on the way.
But it was a figure I could hardly make out standing at the door totally drenched. I told him to stay inside for some time as it was raining heavily.
He recovered, held the stool with his hands, and got up all the while, eyes riveted inside my saree until he was UP beyond that point and once again, stood at my waist level.
My left breast was completely off the pallu now and the sweaty blouse could hardly contain the pointed fully erect nipple.
He shook the stool gently and quickly said ..."Madam, the base of the stool is not good.
I shall hold you along with the stool to be safe...” With that his left hand was on my foot. And muttered an aimless "Thanks" to him, tried to clean further... Within a few seconds, I felt his hand creep up a bit. I felt his hand creep up on my bare leg and rest on the knee for a while... One side of my brain was screaming to warn that I am at the 'point of no return' while the other half was already lulled and taken over by needs and desire.
He pressed my breast with such a force as if he was kneading the dough for roti. I could sense a very strong orgasm building up inside me. I could hear the noise his tongue made while he licked me. He lowered me down from the stool and walked me to the sofa. Before I could come to senses, he started undressing me. He wasted no time and pulled down his boxers in one flash and his huger shaft was rock hard.