One rainy evening, for a reason I do not recall, I was sitting in my car across from my customary house of worship, reading a paper. I had been sitting there for some time when a car pulled up alongside me and stopped for the stop sign. I glanced across at the driver and she glanced at me. With a smile, she rolled down the passenger window and signaled for me to roll down mine.

Curious, I rolled the window down and asked if she needed some help. She smiled and asked me what I was doing, sitting in the dark—was I waiting for someone? "No," I said, "I am just wasting time and catching up on the news."

One thing led to another and she agreed to come over to my nearby apartment and have a glass of wine. She followed me home and parked in the driveway as I rolled into the garage. As we got out of our respective cars, I was pleased to find she was quite attractive. Short, slender, olive complected with glossy, dark hair. We more formally introduced ourselves and proceeded to the front door.

Entering my apartment, I took her coat and draped it on the back of a dining chair and showed her around the apartment —living room, kitchen, bedroom, and bath. We went to the kitchen and I opened a bottle of wine and poured us each a glass, then proceeded to the couch where we settled ourselves and began to get to know each other a bit more.

Her name was Mitra. She had recently moved to the United States and was working as a nanny for a family with a couple of kids. She lived in what sounded like a maid’s quarters in the family home and was getting better acquainted with the City although she had not met many people yet. As we spoke, I looked her over. She was stylishly dressed in a skirt and blouse. She filled both well. I told her about myself—divorced, practicing law, enjoying single life in the City.

Mitra excused herself to use the bathroom, and while she was gone, I refilled our wine glasses. When she returned, I noticed that she had undone a couple more buttons on her silk blouse. As she stood next to the coffee table, Mitra leaned over to pick up her wine glass, offering me a good look at the full breasts scarcely contained in her tiny bra. She smiled as I admired, and sipped from her refilled glass. Would I be more comfortable in the bedroom, she asked. With a smile, I stood and took her hand and led her to it.

We set our glasses on the dresser and she turned to me with open arms. I wrapped her in a hug and bent down and kissed her full lips. Our tongues met and danced as we rubbed our bodies against each other. Breaking the kiss, I pulled her toward the bed. With a sultry smile, she took off her blouse and bra. Cupping her full breasts, she offered them up to me.

I reached behind her and unzipped her skirt, letting it drop to the floor. Mitra stepped toward me as she hooked the sides of her thong with her thumbs and pulled it off. "You seem a bit overdressed," she said, as she clambered onto the bed. Needing no further encouragement, I rapidly shed my clothes and slipped onto the bed beside her.

"This is what I want," Mitra said, as she grasped my cock with her manicured fingers. Licking her lips, Mitra bent forward and took the cock gently in her mouth. I could feel the back of her throat as she engulfed the full length before drawing back. With a smile, she set to her task. In, and out. In, and out. I could feel her saliva dribbling onto my legs.

Grasping one of Mitra’s legs, I pulled her around so that I might return the favor. I found myself facing a very aroused, very wet pussy, open to my attention. I sucked the petals of her pussy into my mouth and rolled them between my lips. I thrust my tongue in and out of her, then licked my way up to her clit. I sucked it and licked it as Mitra squirmed against me. Grasping her buttocks with both hands, I kept my mouth affixed to my prize, licking, sucking, licking, sucking. Within a minute or so, my efforts were rewarded with a loud, appreciative moan and a flood of fluid as Mitra came with a bang!

Now it was my turn! I repositioned Mitra on her back and crawled between her legs. Hooking my elbows beneath her knees, I placed my anxious cock at the mouth of Mitra’s pussy. Gently and slowly, I pressed it forward, entering and filling her until the head of my cock encountered the resistance at the end of the tunnel. Mitra whispered encouragement and thrust her hips into the air, repeatedly impaling herself on my cock. As we fucked, Mitra’s beautiful tits bounced on her chest, bidding me to double my efforts.

As I felt myself nearing the end, Mitra’s eyes rolled up beneath her lids and she cried out her climax, and with a flood I came, filling Mitra with my cum!

Sated, we lay in each others’ arms, gently coming to earth, gently kissing and hugging.