Mohit was standing at the Goa airport arrival lounge for quite some time. Even though he was wearing a white cotton shirt and jeans the humidity was making him uncomfortable. Continuously checking the passengers, he was getting irritated, when he finally saw her.
Naina was striding fast towards the exit. Wearing blue boot cut jeans and a short white linen shirt showing that little cleavage and with high heels he could check the glances of some middle-aged men checking her out. After all, at 53 years she looked that confident woman with her slightly grey long and flowing hair. The body was still toned and he knew the efforts she took to maintain it with her regular gym and aerobics sessions.
He raised his hand and she spotted him. Gave him a wink with that wicked smile.
He walked toward her, fighting the urge to break into a run. The last time they'd touched was six months ago, in her bedroom in Delhi. That night had ended with her nails scratching his back so deeply that spots of blood had come out.
They met in the middle of the terminal. For a moment, they just stood there, and he found her checking. A blunt woman, her eyes were at his groin and she smiled seeing is hardness.
"God.... I love this woman" he thought.
She opened her arms and he went into an embrace but this was not how people meet at the airport. It was two bodies clinging to each other. His dick was pressing into her and she was pushing her groin in such a way as if her pussy was ready to be filled.
She started smooching him and though they were amongst a crowd it was not going to stop them. Finally, she broke the kiss and said "You are looking fitter and love this scent.... Musky".
"You've also gotten more beautiful," he replied.
He took her bag--a single leather holdall--and led her through the crowd toward the exit. Her hand brushed against the small of his back as they walked, a hard touch that sent a shiver down his spine.
Outside, the heat hit them like a wall. The taxi queue was long, but Mohit had already arranged a private car--a black Pajero with tinted windows. He held the door open for her and she got in. He threw her bag at the back seat.
The drive to the resort was forty minutes. He started driving and after certain distance they could see the palm trees blur past. The resort was tucked away on a quiet stretch of beach, hidden behind a cluster of tall palm trees.
The check-in was smooth--a private villa. The receptionist gave a knowing smile and handed them the key. "Enjoy your stay, Mr. and Mrs. Sharma."
Naina replied "I will darling" and winked at her.
The villa was good, with a king-sized bed but the bathroom was best as it had a clear glass partition. Outside it had an open shower.
Checking the room she said "Perfect place to get your secretary".
He dropped their bags and replied "My best secretary is already with me".
Naina turned to face him, her eyes dark and hungry.
"I've been thinking about this every night," she said, stepping closer. Her hand went to his belt buckle; she was in a hurry.
"Every single night. I've been so wet for you, Mohit. Do you know how many times I've touched myself, imagining your mouth on me?"
"Show me," his hands finding her waist, pulling her against him.
She didn't need more encouragement. She removed her shirt and came near him. Her ample boobs literally coming out of her lacy white bra. She started removing her jeans and he could see she was wearing boy-shorts. She knew he loved it cause as per him they highlighted her ass cheeks
Her nipples were already hard, dark and erect against the pale skin of her chest. Her stomach was soft but not flabby, carrying the evidence of her age in the most beautiful way possible--a woman who had lived, who had borne a child, who knew what her body could do.
Mohit's gasped. She was really magnificent.
He dropped to his knees in front of her, pressing his face against her stomach, inhaling her scent--something musky. He kissed his way down, his tongue tracing the line of her underwear, feeling the heat of her cunt.
"Please," she whispered, her fingers tangling in his hair. "Don't make me wait."
He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her boy-shorts and ripped it down her legs.
Her pussy was already wet. He didn't hesitate. He buried his face between her thighs, his tongue sliding through her folds, tasting her for the first time in six months.
She cried out, a sharp sound, and pushed herself against his shoulders. Her knees buckled slightly, and he steadied her with his hands on her ass, squeezing the firm flesh as he lapped at her clit.
"Fuck, yes," she groaned, pushing against his mouth. "Don't stop. Don't you fucking stop."
He did not. Kept on sucking her clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, while his fingers slid inside her--first one, then two, then three, stretching her pussy fully.
She was hot and tight and wet, her juices coating his fingers, her juices dripping down his chin.
She came quickly, her body shuddering, her thighs clamping around his head.
Her body shuddered but he kept licking until she pushed him away.
Let out a load moan and said "Mohit".
She came near him and saying "God, I missed this," sank to her knees. And took out his dick.
Her mouth was hot and wet, taking him in deep, and her tongue working on his dick. Taking it all in her mouth, taking it out and licking the shaft, everywhere around his groin.
He let her suck him for a few minutes, his hips thrusting involuntarily into her mouth, before he pulled her up.
"I need to be inside you," he said, his voice hoarse.
She turned around and bent over the bed, presenting her ass to him. Her thighs were still wet from her cum and she reached back with one hand to spread herself open, revealing her dripping pussy.
"Then take me," she said. "Fuck me like never before."
He positioned himself behind her, his tip nudging against her entrance. She was so ready that he slid in with a single, smooth thrust, burying himself to the hilt. They both groaned.
He fucked her hard, his hands gripping her hips, his balls slapping against her ass. She met his thrusts with equal force, pushing back against him, her heavy breasts swinging beneath her.
"Harder," she demanded, her face pressed into the mattress. "Mohit. I want to feel this for a everyday from now on."
He was trying to control and delay the climax. The sight of his cock disappearing into her pussy, the sounds of her moans, it was getting impossible to control.
He felt he was about to cum. He pulled out just in time, turning her over onto her back, got on top of her and came all over her face and boobs. He knew she loved eating his cum. She smiled--a smile full of love and lust and secrets and started wetting her fingers with his cum and took it into her mouth. He could see the glow on her face. She again took more cum from her breast... put it in her mouth, stood up on knees facing him, took his face in her hands and gave him the sloppiest smooch depositing all his cum mixed with her saliva in his mouth.
He collapsed beside her. For a long moment, neither spoke. The was complete silence all around.
She turned her head to look at him, her eyes soft now. She reached up and touched his face, her thumb tracing his brow.
"Mohit my son," she whispered, the word describing their relationship hidden from the outside world.
He turned his head, pressing a kiss to cheek. "Love you too, Mom."
He kissed her forehead. For now, they had this.
Tomorrow, they will have to take care of the world would intrude. But tonight, there was only them.