Traditional Anupama’s Glance to an Unforgettable Kiss

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This story will be narrated from the footsteps of Madhan.

I (Madhan) live in one of the quiet neighbourhoods in Bangalore. The first time I noticed the heroine, Anupama, was during one of my post-dinner night walks through the peaceful streets.

Anupama, a cute and, importantly, hot woman, is in her mid-thirties. She was strolling with her husband, laughing and chatting loudly with cheerful jokes.

I felt an instant liking and connection to her outburst of laughter, especially for her flashing teeth. Her husband, in his 40s, had a serious expression, and their two kids were walking behind them.

My eyes were fixed on Anupama’s cheerful smile, mesmerised by the magnetic attraction of her round, chubby cheeks. Despite my stare, she never even once glanced in my direction. Somehow, her face seemed oddly familiar. However, I couldn’t remember where I’d seen her before.

Every morning, the first thing I do is to visit a nearby tea shop. The next morning, I realised she was a regular there, too. I must have seen her a hundred times before—but without noticing. The moment I saw it, a smile instinctively crossed my face.

This time, she too noticed me —but her face was unreadable, expressionless. Our eyes met briefly. It was the first time Anupama acknowledged my existence.

Anupama is a nursery school teacher. Every morning, she waited for her bus at the same spot. From that day, my daily glances became a ritual, subtle yet consistent. She, too, noticed, I could tell. Yet, her face remained calm, her emotions well-guarded.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Still, nothing more than glances passed between us.

Then came the festival of Ganesha Chaturthi.

The entire street buzzed with life. The enormous Ganesha idol stood tall, surrounded by worshippers. Around 7 in the evening, I stood with my friends, watching the crowd. That’s when I saw her apart from my morning glances.

Oh my god, like an angel, Anupama. Her milky skin glowed brighter in the cream-colored saree. Her huge, shapely, round pair of boobs was firmly caged in the tight clasp of her blouse. Her perfect pair of thick ass cheeks swayed with every step. Damn, I wanted to grab them and squeeze the pulp.

My eyes couldn’t let go of Anupama’s soft, juicy body. Her cute face glowed vibrantly due to the jasmine flower over her dark hair. She, with her husband, performed the Pooja. While returning, her eyes met mine. For a moment, everything else fell away.

My usually normal gaze was lusty, not just lusty but raping this time. My eyes lingered too long on cherishing her sexy, milky, cushiony assets running all across her body while she stared at me. But this time, her response was different.

In contrast, Anupama didn’t look away immediately. Her eyes seemed to acknowledge mine—as if she’d read my thinking. A subtle shift in her gaze hinted at awareness. It wasn’t flirtation. It wasn’t rejection. It was… something else. A quiet message only silence could carry.

With so much of a crowd around, her husband had no clue that a stranger was undressing and feasting his wife with his laser-eyed stare. I continued to watch and savour Anupama even after she broke eye contact.

As they passed by, she slowed her steps, allowing my hungry, dirty eyes to swallow her. After climbing onto the bike, Anupama’s innocent eyes glanced once more in my direction. This expression made my dick hard.

I noticed for the first time a secret message passing through her eyes. She signalled to me to control my hunger by moving the eyeball, indicating the presence of her husband. I winked at her, showing that her beauty and hotness are so high that her husband’s notice is ignorant to me.

Then came something I hadn’t expected: the softest hint of a smile. Or was it a blush? I couldn’t be sure. But it was enough.

As they drove away on their two-wheeler, she turned back one last time. Especially the way her fingers twisted, pulling her saree pallu covering the minimal exposed part of her blouse. Her creamy blouse held two humongous 36-sized huge tankards, which were inviting my harsh hands and lips.

As if aware of my lingering gaze, she glanced into my eyes, challenging me to lower her saree pallu. It was a consent unspoken and a beginning of a secret.

Immediately after that sidelong longing look of Anupama, a heartache due to two fucking holidays after that day. I was restless.

Monday morning. No sign of her.

Tuesday. Angry of not showing herself, I stood hidden from the view of the bus stop. Anupama was much earlier than her usual time and waited at the bus stop, alone. No husband.

Wow, Anupama was mouthwatering in the black saree with fresh jasmine, fidgeting with her handbag restlessly. Anupama’s eyes flicked towards the road again and again, not for the bus but for me.

Minutes stretched, she smoothed her saree, adjusted her watch & bangles, and shifted her weight from one foot to another. Her eyes swept, and her gaze finally caught me standing there, hidden. Her lips parted in a soft gasp, her cheeks flushed with colour.

She looked down, pretending to be busy. The school bus arrived, and she stepped into the bus. As the bus passed by me, Anupama’s eyes watched me with satisfaction, need, and yearning more than I had anticipated. I couldn’t resist.

I got on my bike and followed the bus at a distance, just enough to see it turn into the school compound. I decided not to go into her office space. That same day at closing time, I waited outside the school to start our first conversation.

In the evening, when the gate opened, Anupama walked out, her umbrella shielding her from the drizzle, only to run into me. Anupama notices me instantly with a flicker of surprise. Her big, round eyes widened and then narrowed quietly in fear and excitement.

She turned away sharply, adjusting that pallu hiding her huge bosom. It will be mercilessly smashed and eaten away by me later.

I followed closely behind her, keeping a low tone, “Anupama madam”.
She spun toward me, her eyes darting around toward the bus, the watchman, and the group of teachers. Her voice was barely above a whisper, but carried a quiet urgency, “What are you doing here? Someone might see us.”

“I couldn’t control your invitation,” I replied calmly. “No… This isn’t the place,” she said, clutching her bag a little tighter, pressing into her bare navel.

I leaned in, close enough that my breath fell on her ear, “Then tell me where?”
She blurted out, as if talking to the ground, “I can’t talk here.”

“Then give me your number”, I quickly responded. She watched me with a hint of a smile, “How bold of you,” and uttered her number while she sprinted to the bus.

Our first text exchange started while the school bus was moving. “Oh heavens, Anupama, you looked mouthwatering today. I would have forgotten the world around and kissed you madly in the broad daylight in front of your school.”

There was a silence, and then her reply, “Is that how you greet a married woman? How do you even know my name?” I didn’t respond right away, and then I replied, “I just noticed. During the festival… I couldn’t forget your….”

Another pause. Then her message, “Please don’t text me. I’ve reached home. Please…” I immediately responded, “Don’t worry, Anu, I won’t, unless you want me to. I promise.”

There was no further text that day. I then intentionally disappeared with no further texting. A month passed. No texts. Just ritual morning glances. Just silence.

Then one busy afternoon, my phone buzzed with Anu’s message, “Are you free tomorrow?” I waited with a smile, enjoying her invitation. Not responding, I waited for her next text. Her second text message was more immediate: “Sorry, Hello.”

I replied after a few minutes, “Hey, my dirty mind is expecting something, something soft.” She replied, not answering my question, “There’s a cultural event at school tomorrow. Can we meet?”

I replied rudely, “It’s better if we don’t meet. You are married, a married teacher.”

Anu, “Ok. But Why?”

I reply, “I can’t control my hands and lips.”

There was a long gap before her next message, “7 PM. Only if you are free.” I didn’t respond to this message, and she also didn’t text again.

At 7, the sky was dim, cloudy, and the drizzle was returning once more. Anupama steps out alone, taking slow, measured steps. Damn, the same cream-colored saree from the festival. Her expression was stony. She walked slowly toward my bike.

No words came out of Anupama’s juicy lips. Her eyes scanned the area, cautiously. And then, she climbed onto my bike, sitting sideways. Silently, I drove the bike away. Her body was contactless with me. The thrill of Anu behind me was morphed by her distance from my body.

I wanted her cushiony soft melons to squeeze onto my back and her delicate hands to encircle my tummy. I intentionally applied sudden breaks, but she sat so firmly that her body never scratched mine. She kept mum even after driving 5 km away from the school.

Once my bike hit the highway, I stopped at a corner.

Anu, “What happened? Where are we going?” I didn’t respond to her questions. She asked again, “Hey, I’m scared, Madhan. Where are you taking me?” I replied, “If you are not interested, I will drop you off”.

She uttered, “Hey, what interest? I asked only to meet. I have to get back home.” I turned back, angry, looking right into her eyes. She lowered her innocent-looking gaze. “Anu, sit closer and be silent”.

She obeyed by sitting closer, grazing her body feathery against mine. I pulled her tightly closer, making her boobs squeeze onto my back, and drove the bike further. I knew a park that would be deserted at this time. I drove straight to that park.

I walked into the park, but she stood near the gate. I turn, and then she follows me at a distance. I go and sit on a wooden seat, and she scans all around. The park was deserted, with only one or two couples in other directions and out of sight of this seat.

She sits next to me at a distance. I stare at her, but she watches the ground. I question her, “Why did you come?” She raised her eyebrows, meeting my eyes, “What?”

I reply, “I told you I would kiss you, but still you came. Why?”

Anupama blushed. I grabbed her arm and pulled her close to me. I felt her hands shivering, and her chest beat faster in tension. Sweat drops formed on her forehead in this cold weather. I lift her chin. She pushes my hand away and says, “Hey, Madhan, someone might see.”

I cup her face and unresistively lock my lips. Oh heavens, those thick, juicy lips, I suck one after another lip. My hand quickly moved to her bare navel. Anupama opens her lips the moment my rough hand squeezes her bare navel.

My tongue travels into her mouth and tastes her juices. My hand moved quickly, touching the soft, heavy boobs of Anupama. The moment my thumb squeezes her nipples hard over the blouse, she breaks the kiss with a moan, “Ahh. Madhan”.

She locks her lips again, this time our noses colliding, we are deeply eating each other. Our tongues are freely moving in and out of our lips. Oh heavens, my hands grabbed her huge melons. So huge that I couldn’t completely take them in a single clasp.

I squeezed spongy. Her hand was clasping my collar. My dick was tearing out of my tight pants. I grabbed her chin and hurriedly kissed her cheeks and neck. My hands tried to poke into her saree to reach her pussy. But the wrap of the saree around her navel was too tight.

“Ahh. Please stop, Madhan”, she was deeply enjoying the kiss. I continued kissing, and my lips drenched her ears with saliva. Heavens, I couldn’t and never be fulfilled by the kiss. The kiss went longer. Our lips met again, and she was a great kisser.

My hands massaged her humongous boobs over the blouse. A distant sound. Anu panicked, stopping the unfulfilled kiss. I notice all around searching for the source of the sound. I grab her face and continue to suck the honey off her lips.

But she was scared. Sensing her, I stopped the kiss, “Ok, let’s leave”, I said. Anupama’s eyes were moist, and her lipstick stain was greasy below her lips. I wipe the lipstick stain with my thumb, and we return to the bike.

I drive her back and drop off near a place as per the plans. She wanted to take an auto back home to maintain a good impression on the public’s eyes. My back enjoyed her huge melon squeeze on the drive back.

While she drove back in the auto, I texted her, “I am not at all satisfied. I want more. I mean the complete you. Plan and tell”.

She (You know who) replied with a smiley emoji, “Bye. Reached home”

In the second part, you will see the slutty yo-yo side of the traditional girl as she removes her black saree, revealing the milky heavens. Damn, Anu is at her peak pleasure.

Until the next part.