In my lust story you will read how I found a sister-in-law at Delhi airport. She is traveling by airplane for the first time. I help him.
Greetings to all lovers of inner desires,
I, Priyam, have been reading all Antarvasna stories for a long time.
After reading the wonderful stories here, I felt like I should also write about my one and only sex adventure!
With great courage, I took advantage of the COVID-19 period and spent seven or eight months writing this true story of sexual desire bit by bit, and now it is complete.
To maintain the confidentiality of the characters in the story, I changed their names and wrote some other things.
I have full confidence that all the enlightened and intelligent readers of Antarvasna group will like this composition. So friends, please enjoy my first creation.
Friends, this thing is three years old.
What happened was that I suddenly had to go to Guwahati for a meeting related to my government work.
The situation was that I could only take a train till Delhi and then fly to Guwahati.
So somehow I got a waitlisted ticket in Delhi train and luckily it got confirmed. The flight from Delhi IGI Airport to Guwahati is at 3 pm.
I reached Delhi in the morning by train, checked into the hotel and rested for a while; Then I got ready and left for the airport at 11:30.
Because it takes a lot of time to complete the flight formalities and then it takes an hour to reach the designated terminal.
So I reached the airport at 12.30. In the name of luggage, I only have a temporary bag. I remained sitting in the lounge with it hanging on my back.
The airport scene is perfect for entertaining the mind.
Various types of domestic and foreign tourists, heavy make-up gentlemen and rich girls showcasing their beauty. Teenage girls show off their strong, muscular thighs in ripped jeans and the hostess walking in front of them glows.
This means there are a lot of resources for a multi-talented person like me to enjoy.
So the time passed while imagining the naked bodies of these beauties and fucking their eyes.
First, I had to get a boarding pass for the airline I was going on, and there was a long line at the counter; So I started waiting for the crowd to disperse.
Then my eyes fell on that girl, she looked to be around twenty-four or twenty-five years old.
A child of about one year old was sitting in his lap, who was crying all the time.
There was a big trolley bag and a heavy airbag in front of the woman.
To calm the child, she kept touching the child, holding the child and patting the child’s back, but the child still kept crying.
Because of the child’s crying, the people around started looking at the woman with strange and complaining eyes. There was a lot of pain and confusion on the poor girl’s face. She repeatedly looked around with searching eyes and then started trying desperately to silence the child.
I have been watching him for a long time, I wish I could help him.
Because
I’m not ready to see a damsel in distress! What this means is that I don’t see any beautiful woman in trouble.
But we know that times are bad today.
Even if you sincerely want to help others, you don’t know what stigma it will bring.
Then I remembered an old incident, I was going to Jabalpur by train. Vendors, beggars etc. all do their business in the train.
An elderly gentleman was eating lunch on the seat in front of me.
At the same time, a beggar woman was standing in front of him, she touched her forehead with her hands in the style of a beggar and started asking for food one by one.
In such a situation, who can eat with peace of mind?
Eventually, the cook prepared puri and sabzi for the girl for the day.
The girl left while eating the puri.
After a while she came back down and started screaming and pretending to vomit.
Suddenly his friend came from somewhere and started arguing with the gentleman saying that he had mixed something in the girl’s food.
Their drama continued unabated and the lying girl started crying, “Alas, I am dead…Alas, I am dead.”
Then the soldiers of Rwanda Patriotic Front arrived.
You can understand what happened next, ultimately that gentleman saved her life as he paid a thousand rupees for the treatment.
Such scenes are common and try to arouse and exploit our human emotions.
But after seeing the woman’s painful appearance, I could no longer control myself. I went to her and asked, “Madam, what happened to the child? Can I help him?”
She became restless after listening to my words . Sit for a while.
Despite my repeated requests, she hesitated and said that the child was hungry and needed milk and that she had forgotten to bring milk.
“Okay madam. There is a dairy there. I can get milk from there, okay?” I said.
“Okay, sir, bring him here. You would be very kind!” She said, took out money from her wallet and started giving it to me.
I once thought about not taking the money, but then I thought maybe she wouldn’t like it, so I took the money from her and went to a nearby dairy store to buy milk for her.
The child was very hungry, after getting the milk he quickly drank the milk and soon fell asleep.
“Thank you so much sir. It was my first time traveling by plane and I didn’t know anything about airports; I couldn’t understand where I would get milk and then how would I find dairy leaving these things aside,” she said.
“Oh, no, thank you, I understand your question.” I told her and sat next to her.
Then we started talking.
She told me everything about herself, the gist of which was that she too was going to Guwahati on the same flight as me; Her name was Manjula (pseudonym), she was from a small town in Madhya Pradesh, and her father was a farmer and a very rich man.
Manjula told journalists that due to her rural environment, she got married four years ago at the age of 21 and when she got married, she was about to graduate.
She had been married for less than two years when her husband died in an accident when she was two months pregnant.
Manjula further said that after her husband’s death, her in-laws quarreled with her and threw her out of the house so that she would not have to share in the property.
Then instead of fighting with anyone or going to court, they decided to stand on their own feet and shape the future of their future children.
He also told reporters that the financial condition of his mother’s family is good and they have 40 acres of agricultural land. If she wanted, she could have lived happily in her parents’ house all her life. But she believed that by living in the village, her children would not get good education and their future would not improve, so she started preparing for various jobs and was successful.
Then he further said that he has been sent to a higher post in the Central Government office in Guwahati and he has to join there.
He also said that this is his first air travel. One of her friends booked the flight saying that the train would take three days and she was worried about the child.
“In which department do you work?” I just asked.
After understanding the gist of what I said, he showed me all his documents, his Aadhar Card, Voter ID, job joining letter etc.
After going through all his documents I came to know that he had graduated in English Literature from a university in Madhya Pradesh and was about to turn twenty-six years old.
After getting so much information about Manjula, now I am completely sure about every aspect of her.
After talking to me, her confidence also increased and now she started looking happy.
We’re talking about simple things like this.
Then the number of people taking boarding passes reduced significantly.
Then I went to get boarding passes for both of us, found a seat nearby and placed my luggage.
“Sir, won’t you take my suitcase with you?” he said doubtfully.
“Hey, don’t worry. Our luggage will come with us to Guwahati.” I said,
“What a lovely son you have, what is his name?” I asked while touching the child’s head.
“His name is Shivansh!” He said smiling.
“It’s a really lovely name. Never heard of this name before!” I said.
“His grandfather gave him that name,” he told me.
“Your name is so lovely…’Manjula’; Maybe your father might have kept it too?” Saying this, I lifted Shivansh in my lap.
“Yes sir!” He said in a short voice.
“Manjuraj, get up, let’s go to the terminal now. From there you will catch your flight.” When I asked, she stood up and took Shivansh from my hand and made him sit in her lap.
“Hey madam, give me the child. The road is still long and there are many security checks ahead. You must be worried about the child.” I explained to him and made Shivaansh sit in my lap.
Manjula started walking with me.
It was written on the display board that the flight to Guwahati would depart from Terminal 4, so we went.
Moving on, we passed a few security checks and entered the lounge.
There are big shops on both sides of the road. Various restaurants, bars and beer bars. Western hotels, lingerie shops, etc.
Manjula was surprised to see this sight.
“Sir, after coming here it feels as if we are not in our own country India. I have not seen such a grand and dazzling display anywhere else, not even in a shopping mall.” She spoke in such a tone that she seemed infatuated.
“Yes. “Visitors come from all over the world so standards must be maintained. ” I had said.
While we were talking, we soon reached Terminal 4.
There are still fifty minutes left for the flight to take off. We sat on the sofa and started waiting.
“Manjuraj, I will bring breakfast for you. Tell me, what do you want to eat?” I asked,
“No sir, don’t eat. I am not hungry.” He said in an uncertain tone.
“Okay, I’m hungry. You sit here and I will bring something.” I said.
He also brought two burgers, some snacks, potato chips, chocolates and other small packets and a bottle of water from a nearby shop.
“Manjuraj, please help me eat something,” I said, handing him a burger and placing the opened bag of chips inside.
“Sir, don’t feel bad about my name. Only Manjula should call me!” He said.
“Okay, as you wish, from now on I will call you Manjula; But don’t call me Mr.ji either; My name is Priyam. You can call me by my name if you want.” I said.
“No sir, I am young, I will not use your name, I will just call you sir!” He said.
“Sir, this burger is delicious!” He said while eating.
“Yes, the food here is very delicious!” I said while putting potato chips in my mouth.
I kept watching Manjula while eating breakfast, admiring her beauty.
She is really very beautiful. She is about five feet four inches tall and has a cute round face. The lower lip is thick and juicy. Those big watery eyes can easily win over anyone!
Although the neck of her blouse was very small, the beautiful bulges of her huge breasts were clearly visible from above the saree.
She has thick and smooth hips and white arms; She wears two gold bracelets on her wrists. A gold chain of exquisite design hung around her neck, the lower end of which was hidden somewhere between the valleys of her breasts.
Overall, in my mother tongue, she is a sexy fuckable thing.
As she told me, it had been more than two years since her husband died, so she must have been starved for sex, because how could a young woman be so sensual, while still having such a pounding in her vagina at such a young age? Electric current is flowing. , Fucked forcefully. I had guessed that she would do this.
For some time I thought that if I could fuck her, what would I do with her pussy, what would I do.
But soon I recovered, put these bad thoughts out of my mind, looked away from her and looked at the TV screen next to me.
I didn’t want him to look at me with lustful eyes.
It was not possible to do anything with Manjula because after some time we had to separate and then I too had to return after attending a conference in Guwahati.
Yes, let me tell you one thing about myself, I am a very colorful person.
But my colorful mood was limited to watching porn, reading sex stories, fantasizing about the youth of beautiful women and sleeping with them.
I have never had sex with any other girl or woman other than my wife, before or after marriage, in my life!
The reason is that nothing happens just by wishing and I could never muster the courage to do such a feat because due to my family values, social prestige of the family, etc., I never had the courage to introduce my penis to a new pussy. I can fulfill my dream of getting it.
And it is not the case that the neighborhood sluts or some intoxicated girls in my office have never given green signals to get fucked by me or have not expressed their horizontal desire of having their pussy fucked by me through their vertical expressions.
But I always deliberately remained Lallu.
The second thing is that neither my penis is 8-9 inches long and 3 inches thick nor can I fuck in such a way that it makes girls scream and keeps their pussies torn by fucking them all night long.
But after seeing the youthfulness of this Manjula, I definitely started having a strong desire to fuck her and I wish my cock could have dipped a few times in the thirsty pussy of this beauty.
So friends of Antarvasna, whatever you feel after reading my sex lust story… you must write your thoughts in the comments below or you can also send it to my mail ID.
Thank you.
Priyam
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Next part of sex lust story: A beautiful woman found in air travel – 2
