Steamy Encounters: My First Time with a Mature Goddess in Mumbai

Hello everyone, I'm Raj from Mumbai. I'm 25, 5'9", and consider myself fairly attractive with an average build. I have a decent-sized cock, or so I've been told. I'm going to share the story of how I lost my virginity about four years ago. This is my first time writing about it, so please bear with me.

I live in the bustling city of Mumbai, and my parents are abroad. During my engineering days, I resided in a college hostel and rarely visited my grandparents' home, which is about 15 kilometers away from my college.

Due to the COVID-19 pandemic, I had to move to my grandparents’ place for online classes as my parents were stuck abroad, and the hostels were closed. I was in my final year, and most of my classes were conducted online.

Life was boring as I was cooped up inside the house most of the day, and I didn’t have any friends to hang out with at my grandparents’ place. Being shy, I didn’t talk to many girls and didn’t have a girlfriend. I had also picked up the habit of smoking cigarettes during college, which became frustrating as I wasn’t able to smoke freely. My only source of entertainment was watching porn and reading erotic stories. Like many others my age, I was particularly drawn to MILFs and aunties.

Now, let me set the scene for the incident:

It was mid-2020, and the lockdown restrictions were gradually easing, allowing people to move out of their homes. I was so frustrated being cooped up that I decided to go out on my motorcycle to get some exercise and, more importantly, to smoke. One day, I discovered a small, secluded convenience store about 5 kilometers from my home that sold my brand of cigarettes.

I pulled up on my motorcycle, and that’s when I saw her for the first time. A stunning woman in a saree, about 5'6" tall, looked to be in her late 30s (she was actually 44, as she later told me), with a perfect hourglass figure, curvaceous boobs, and a round, plump ass. She was a vision, and I was instantly mesmerized. I bought my cigarettes and a bottle of water, paid her, and left, already thinking about her as I rode home.

The next day, at around the same time, I returned to the store, and she was there, wearing a green salwar kameez this time. There were a few customers, so I couldn’t talk to her much. I bought my cigarettes and left, disappointed that I hadn’t gotten the chance to speak to her.

On the third day, I went a bit later, at about 8 in the evening. Luckily, I was the only customer. I bought my cigarettes and introduced myself to her. She introduced herself as Priya. We chatted for about half an hour—mostly me telling her about my studies, and her sharing about her life.

About Priya: she is 44, lives with her ailing mother-in-law, and her husband works in Dubai and is rarely home due to work commitments. She has a daughter who is 22 and lives in Bangalore, and a son who is 20 and studies in Pune. I complimented her on her youthful appearance, and she blushed, smiling shyly. That day, I left feeling content that I had finally talked to someone in person after so long.

I started visiting the store almost every day, and our bond deepened. We became comfortable with each other, and our conversations became more personal. She opened up about her strained marriage and how the long distance was taking a toll. I could relate, as I had been away from my parents for years. We became good friends, and our interactions became the highlight of my day.

Within a month, our bond strengthened significantly. We started touching each other innocently and giving each other side hugs when no one was around. I would steal glances at her cleavage, and she would catch me sometimes, but there was never any disapproval.

One evening, I visited the store, bought a cigarette, and we smoked together in the back alley. She stood close to me, her hand brushing against mine. She suddenly leaned in and whispered in my ear, "You smell so good, Raj." I turned to look at her, and our eyes locked. She reached up and touched my face, tracing my jawline with her fingers. I was hard and sweating, my heart pounding in my chest.

She moved her hand down to my biceps, squeezing gently. "You're so strong," she murmured, her voice husky. I could feel her breath on my neck, and it sent shivers down my spine. She then slowly lifted my t-shirt to feel my stomach, her fingers tracing the lines of my abs. I was fully hard by now, and I could see the desire in her eyes.

She then moved her hand down to my crotch, feeling my erection through my jeans. "Priya," I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with lust. "It's been so long since I've felt a man," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "Will you help me, Raj?"

I didn’t need to be asked twice. I pulled her into a kiss, my hands exploring her body. She moaned softly, her hands tangling in my hair. We kissed passionately, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. I could feel her hard nipples through her blouse, and I ached to touch them.

She then asked me if she could see my cock. I was shy but eager to please her. I unbuttoned my jeans, and she pushed them down, along with my boxers. My cock sprang free, and her eyes widened with desire. She took me in her hand, stroking me gently. I moaned, my head falling back.

Suddenly, someone called from the store, and we quickly separated. I rode home, my mind racing with what had just happened. That night, I masturbated three times, thinking about Priya and her touch.

The next couple of days, we stole moments to make out when there were no customers. She would wear a salwar kameez with a low-cut top, making it easy for me to kiss and suck her breasts. I would kiss her neck, her ears, her lips, and press my body against hers. She would stroke my cock, giving me hand jobs, and even tried giving me a blowjob a few times. I would kiss and suck her breasts, my hands exploring her body, feeling her curves and her soft skin.

A few days later, I arrived at the store, and it was closed. I was disappointed but also excited, knowing that her mother-in-law was in the hospital, and she would be alone at home. I called her, and she invited me over, her voice husky with promise.

That night, I told my grandparents I was staying with a friend to study, and I rode my motorcycle to Priya's place. She answered the door in a saree, her eyes filled with lust. As soon as the door closed, I pulled her into my arms, kissing her deeply. She moaned, her hands roaming my body, pulling at my clothes.

We undressed each other slowly, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. I kissed every inch of her body, from her feet to her neck, lingering on her breasts and her pussy. She tasted amazing, and I could feel her wetness on my fingers as I explored her. She moaned loudly, and I had to cover her mouth with my hand to muffle the sound.

I laid her on the bed and positioned myself between her legs. I teased her, rubbing the head of my cock against her clit, making her squirm with desire. "Please, Raj," she begged, her voice hoarse. "Fuck me."

I entered her slowly, feeling her tightness envelop me. We both moaned, our bodies moving in sync. I fucked her slowly at first, then increased my pace, our bodies slapping against each other. I could feel her nails digging into my back, urging me on.

"Harder, Raj," she panted. "Fuck me harder."

I obliged, pounding into her, our bodies slick with sweat. I could feel her muscles clenching around me, and I knew she was close. "Cum for me, Priya," I growled. "Cum all over my cock."

She screamed, her body convulsing as she came, her pussy pulsing around me. I followed soon after, filling her with my hot cum. We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies entwined, our breaths coming in ragged gasps.

That night, we explored each other's bodies, trying different positions—missionary, doggy, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, and 69. We took showers together, soap suds sliding down our bodies as we kissed and touched. We even had sex in the shower, the water pounding down on us as I took her from behind.

We spent the next three days locked in her house, fucking and exploring each other's bodies. We would take breaks to eat and rest, but most of the time was spent on the bed, wrapped in each other's arms. I explored every inch of her body, from her soft lips to her juicy ass. I sucked her toes, kissed her inner thighs, and licked her pussy until she screamed my name.

One night, as we lay in bed, Priya got emotional. "That was the best sex I've ever had, Raj," she said, tears in her eyes. "I've missed this so much." She hugged me tight, her body shaking with sobs. I held her, stroking her hair, feeling her pain and longing.

Her mother-in-law was discharged after three days, and I had to go back home. But we continued to see each other whenever we could, stealing kisses and quickies in her room, the bathroom, and even in the store when it was empty. We would fuck quickly and quietly, our bodies pressing against each other, our breaths mingling as we came together.

This went on for a few months until I finished my studies and moved back to my native place. I still visit my grandparents and Priya whenever I can, and we steal kisses and quick touches. Sometimes, when no one is around, she gives me a handjob or a blowjob, and I suck her breasts, my hands exploring her body.

I still have videos and pictures of our time together, and I often masturbate to them, remembering her soft skin, her curvy body, and her passionate moans. Those memories will stay with me forever.