As the soft light faded through the bakery window, Meera's hand lingered on his a moment longer than necessary, her thumb brushing slow circles over his knuckles. The simple touch ignited something electric; Ravi's breath caught, his eyes locked on the gentle rise and fall of her full breasts beneath the flour-dusted dress.
He leaned in first, slowly, giving her every chance to pull away.
She didn't.
Instead, Meera tilted her head up, lips parting in silent invitation, her warm breath ghosting over his mouth—sweet with vanilla and lemonade.
Their lips met in a soft, tentative press. Hers were plush, warm, impossibly soft, tasting faintly of sugar and butter from the day's baking. Ravi groaned low in his throat as the contact deepened; he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her lush body flush against him. The generous weight of her heavy breasts crushed against his chest, nipples already stiff and dragging through the thin layers of fabric with every shared breath.
Meera sighed into his mouth, her hands sliding up his sweat-damp shirt to clutch at his shoulders, fingers digging in as if anchoring herself. The kiss turned hungry almost instantly—lips sliding slick and wet, mouths opening wider, tongues meeting in a slow, exploratory stroke that made both of them shudder.
Saliva began to mingle freely; warm, silky strands stretched between their tongues as they licked deeper, tasting each other with shameless greed. Ravi sucked gently on her lower lip, drawing a soft whimper from her that vibrated straight to his aching cock, now trapped hard and throbbing against the soft swell of her belly. Meera answered by swirling her tongue around his, offering more of her mouth, more of her sweet, wet heat, until their saliva dripped in thin, glistening threads from the corners of their joined lips.
Her thick thighs pressed together instinctively, the subtle friction making her pussy throb and grow even slicker beneath her dress; Ravi could smell it now—her arousal rising warm and musky beneath the bakery scents, intoxicating him further. He tightened his hug, hands sliding down to grip the plump curves of her ass, fingers sinking into soft flesh as he pulled her hips harder against his rigid length.
They kissed like that for long, breathless minutes—wet, filthy, and tender all at once—tongues fucking slow and deep, saliva coating chins and throats, bodies grinding in tiny, desperate circles while the quiet bakery filled with the soft, obscene sounds of sucking lips and shared moans.
When they finally parted, a thick strand of mixed saliva still connected their swollen lips for a heartbeat before breaking. Meera's cheeks were flushed deep rose, eyes dark and glassy with need; Ravi's cock pulsed painfully, a damp spot already forming at the tip where precum leaked steadily into his trousers.
Neither spoke.
They simply held each other, foreheads pressed together, breathing hard, tasting one another on every exhale—knowing this was only the beginning.
Ravi's hands trembled with reverence as they slid down Meera's sides, gathering the hem of her pale-yellow sundress. He lifted it slowly, inch by inch, revealing the soft, creamy expanse of her thick thighs, the faint dimples where flesh met flesh, the subtle tremble of her skin under his gaze.
When the fabric cleared her hips, the sight stole his breath entirely.
Her simple cotton panties—pale blue, practical, motherly—were utterly drenched. The crotch clung transparently to her swollen lips, the outline of her plump pussy unmistakable: fat outer labia framing a deep, slick cleft, the thin material darkened and glistening with her arousal. A thick, creamy sheen of wetness had soaked through completely, spreading outward in a wide, obscene patch that reached almost to the waistband. The air around her thighs grew heavy with the raw, heady scent of her need—warm musk, tangy sweetness, the unmistakable perfume of a mature woman's dripping cunt.
Ravi didn't pull the panties down. Not yet.
He dropped to his knees in front of her, hands gently parting her thighs wider. Meera's breath hitched; she leaned back against the counter, fingers gripping the edge as she watched him with hooded eyes. When his face drew close—close enough to feel the radiant heat pouring from her sex—she bit her full lower lip softly, a tiny whimper escaping as her hips gave an involuntary twitch forward.
Ravi pressed his nose directly against the soaked fabric, right over her slit, and inhaled—deep, deliberate, shameless.
The scent flooded him instantly: rich, intoxicating, animal. Thick waves of her pussy's natural aroma—salty-sweet nectar, faint floral traces of her skin, the deeper earthy note of pure, pent-up lust. Every breath dragged more of it into his lungs, coating his senses until his cock throbbed painfully against his trousers, leaking steadily. He could feel the damp heat against his face, the slick cotton molding to his nose and lips as he nuzzled closer, rubbing gently along her seam, tracing the swollen shape of her clit through the cloth.
Meera's thighs quivered. Her biting lip grew harder, teeth sinking into plush flesh as soft, stifled moans slipped out. One hand moved unconsciously to the back of his head, fingers threading into his hair—not pushing, just holding, encouraging.
He stayed there for long minutes, eyes closed, lost in worship. Slow, greedy inhales through the soaked panties, exhaling warm breath that made the fabric cling even tighter to her folds. Each drag of air pulled fresh bursts of her arousal into him: the sharper tang when he nudged higher toward her clit, the creamier depth when he buried his nose lower, near her entrance where the wetness pooled thickest. Tiny beads of her juices transferred to his skin, glistening on his lips and cheeks.
Soft, wet sounds filled the quiet bakery—his ragged breathing, the faint rustle of fabric against her slickness, Meera's barely-suppressed whimpers as her hips began tiny, needy rolls against his face.
When he finally pulled back just enough to look, the panties were even wetter—partly from her, partly from his own mouth. A single thick strand of her creamy arousal stretched from the cloth to his upper lip before breaking.
Meera's eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, chest heaving. Her bitten lip was flushed deep red.
Ravi's voice came out hoarse, reverent.
"You smell… like heaven."
She answered only with a trembling exhale—and the slow, deliberate spread of her thighs, offering more.
Ravi's fingers hooked tremblingly into the waistband of Meera's soaked panties. He peeled them down slowly, the wet cotton clinging stubbornly to her swollen folds before releasing with a soft, obscene sound. As the fabric slid over her thick thighs and dropped to her ankles, the full sight of her bare pussy came into view, and he nearly groaned aloud.
Her mature cunt was breathtakingly beautiful: plump outer lips flushed deep pink, glistening with thick strands of creamy arousal that stretched and dripped as her thighs parted wider. The inner lips were delicate, swollen petals already parted naturally from her excitement, revealing the slick, rosy entrance that pulsed faintly with need. Higher up, her clit stood proud and engorged—a shiny, fat pearl peeking from its hood, throbbing visibly in the warm bakery air. Rivers of her juices coated everything, running in slow, viscous trails down her inner thighs and pooling beneath her on the flour-dusted floor.
The scent hit him harder now, unfiltered: raw, intoxicating pussy musk—sweet, tangy, and thick with the ripe aroma of a woman in full heat. It filled his lungs, made his cock leak helplessly against his trousers.
Ravi leaned in, hands gently spreading her thighs further until she was fully exposed to him. His tongue extended slow and reverent, the flat of it dragging up from her dripping entrance to circle her swollen clit in one long, deliberate lick.
Meera's entire body jolted. A low, throaty moan spilled from her lips as her head fell back against the counter.
"Ahh… yes… just right there… that's the spot…"
Her voice was husky, trembling, each word dripping with desperate gratitude. Her hips rolled forward instinctively, chasing his tongue as he settled into a steady rhythm—slow, firm laps over her clit, then soft sucking kisses that made wet, lewd sounds echo in the quiet bakery.
While his mouth worshipped her clit, Ravi brought one hand up. Two thick fingers traced her slick entrance, gathering her creamy juices before sliding deep inside her in a single smooth thrust. Her pussy welcomed him greedily—scalding hot, velvety walls clenching tight around his digits, so wet that the penetration made a filthy squelch. He curled his fingers immediately, stroking that spongy spot inside her that made her thighs quake.
His other hand gripped the plush curve of her ass hard, fingers sinking into soft flesh, holding her steady as she began to buck against his face and hand.
The combined assault drove her wild. Her moans grew louder, breathier—broken cries of "yes… oh god… right there… deeper…" as her arousal poured out in fresh gushes, coating his chin, dripping down his wrist. The bakery filled with wet, rhythmic sounds: the slick plunge of his fingers fucking her sopping cunt, the obscene slurps of his tongue lashing her clit, her panting breaths and trembling whimpers.
Minutes stretched into an eternity of building pleasure. Meera's thighs started to shake uncontrollably, her grip tightening in his hair, pulling him harder against her. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around his thrusting fingers, walls fluttering wildly.
Then she broke.
With a sharp, keening cry she squirted—hot, forceful jets of clear fluid gushing from her spasming cunt, splashing over his hand, his forearm, the floor beneath them in messy arcs. Her entire body convulsed, hips jerking forward as wave after wave of release pulsed through her, soaking everything in reach.
Ravi didn't stop. He kept licking gently through her orgasm, fingers slowing but still buried deep, feeling every contraction milk his digits until she finally sagged, trembling and breathless, against the counter.
Only then did he pull back, lips and chin glistening with her juices, eyes dark with worship as he looked up at her flushed, radiant face.
Meera's chest heaved, a soft, dazed smile curving her swollen lips as aftershocks rippled through her thighs.
The floor beneath them was slick and shining with her release—an unmistakable testament to how thoroughly he had unraveled her.
Meera's hands moved with gentle confidence, fingers hooking into the waistband of Ravi's trousers. She tugged them down slowly, along with his underwear, letting them pool at his ankles. His cock sprang free—heavy, thick, and achingly hard, the shaft flushed deep red and veined, the swollen head already glistening with a fat bead of precum that stretched in a thin, silvery thread before breaking.
She wrapped her soft, flour-dusted hand around his length, her grip warm and sure. A low, appreciative hum escaped her lips as she felt how hot and rigid he was, how he throbbed against her palm. Her thumb swept over the slick head, spreading the leaking precum in slow circles, making Ravi's hips jerk and a hoarse groan tear from his throat.
Meera sank gracefully to her knees on the flour-streaked floor, her heavy breasts swaying as she settled between his thighs. The scent of her own arousal still clung to her skin, mixing with the warm bakery air and the sharper, salty musk now rising from his cock.
She started slow—leaning in to drag her warm tongue along the underside of his shaft in one long, wet lick from base to tip, tracing every pulsing vein. Ravi's hands fisted at his sides, breath shuddering as she lapped again and again, coating him in her saliva until he gleamed. When she reached his balls, heavy and drawn tight, she nuzzled them gently, inhaling his raw, masculine scent before drawing one into her mouth. She sucked softly, tongue swirling, then moved to the other, humming low so the vibrations shot straight up his spine.
Ravi's head fell back, a string of broken curses spilling out as she worshipped his balls with slow, filthy licks, her hand stroking his slick shaft in lazy pumps.
Finally she rose higher, lips brushing the dripping head. She looked up at him—eyes dark, cheeks flushed, lips parted—and took him into her mouth.
The heat was overwhelming: wet, velvet softness enveloping his cockhead, her tongue pressing flat against the sensitive underside as she sank lower. Inch by thick inch disappeared between her swollen lips until the head nudged the back of her throat. She held there, swallowing around him, throat fluttering, before pulling back with a slow, obscene slurp, saliva coating his entire length in shining strands.
Then she began the real blowjob—steady, rhythmic, perfect. Her head bobbed in a sensual cadence, cheeks hollowing with each strong suck, tongue swirling relentlessly around the ridge of his crown on every upstroke. Wet, lewd sounds filled the bakery: the slick glide of her mouth, the soft pop when she pulled off to lick the head, the ragged gasps Ravi couldn't hold back.
Her free hand cupped his balls, gently massaging, rolling them in her warm palm while she took him deeper, faster. Saliva dripped freely from her chin, trailing down his shaft and over his sac, mixing with his steady leaks of precum that she swallowed greedily.
Ravi's thighs started to tremble. His hands found her hair—not pushing, just holding—as his hips began tiny, involuntary thrusts. "Meera… fuck… I'm—"
She only hummed in encouragement, sucking harder, taking him to the back of her throat again and again.
A few minutes later he shattered.
His cock pulsed violently in her mouth, the first thick rope of cum shooting straight down her throat. Meera sealed her lips tight around him and swallowed—gulping audibly, throat working with each powerful spurt. Rope after rope flooded her mouth, hot and salty, and she drank every single drop, tongue milking him gently through the aftershocks until he was spent and shaking.
Only when the last shudder left his body did she pull off slowly, lips shiny and swollen, a final thin strand of cum connecting her lower lip to his softening head before breaking.
She licked her lips clean, looked up at him with a soft, satisfied smile, and whispered, "You taste even better than my bread."
Ravi could only stare down at her, breathless and utterly ruined, knowing he was already hers completely.
Ravi's legs were still shaking as Meera rose from her knees, lips glossy with the last traces of his release. She pressed close, the heat of her bare pussy brushing his spent but rapidly hardening cock through the slick mess between her thighs. Their mouths met again—hungry, tasting of each other, her tongue sharing the faint salt of his cum while his still carried the sweet tang of her squirt.
Meera guided him backward until his hips met the edge of the wide wooden worktable, flour dusting the surface like soft snow. With a gentle push she urged him to sit, then climbed up after him, straddling his lap in one fluid motion. Her heavy breasts swayed inches from his face, nipples dark and stiff, begging for attention. Ravi didn't hesitate—he cupped one full mound, thumb circling the peak before drawing it into his mouth with a deep, reverent suck.
Meera moaned into his hair, grinding down slowly. His cock, now fully rigid again, slid along her soaked slit, the fat head nudging her swollen clit on every roll of her hips. Their combined fluids made everything slippery—her creamy arousal, his earlier cum, fresh precum—coating his shaft in a glistening sheen that dripped down his balls.
She reached between them, fingers wrapping around his thick length to line him up. The blunt head pressed against her entrance, parting those plush, dripping lips. Meera sank down inch by inch, eyes fluttering shut as her scalding walls stretched around him, swallowing him whole in a single, slow glide. They both groaned at the perfect fit—her velvet heat gripping him like a fist, pulsing rhythmically as she adjusted to his size.
"God… you feel so good inside me," she whispered, voice husky and trembling.
Ravi's hands gripped her wide hips, fingers sinking into soft flesh as she began to ride him—slow, deep rolls at first, lifting until only the head remained inside before sinking back down with a wet squelch. Each descent drove him deeper, his cock dragging against that sensitive spot inside her that made her breath hitch and her pussy clench harder.
The bakery filled with the raw sounds of their joining: the rhythmic slap of her ass against his thighs, the slick glide of his cock fucking in and out, her breathy moans mixing with his low growls. Flour dusted their sweat-slick skin as they moved, clinging to the curves of her breasts, the flex of his abs.
He thrust up to meet her, pace quickening—harder, faster—until the table creaked beneath them. Meera's head fell back, long hair cascading down her back as she bounced on his cock, breasts heaving, clit grinding against his pelvis on every downstroke.
Ravi slipped a hand between them, thumb finding her swollen clit and rubbing tight, relentless circles. The added pressure shattered her control. Her pussy clamped down like a vice, walls fluttering wildly as her second orgasm crashed over her.
"Ahh—Ravi—yes—fuck—I'm—"
Hot fluid gushed around his buried cock, squirting in messy pulses that soaked his lap, his balls, the table beneath them. The rhythmic squeeze of her climax dragged him over the edge with her.
He thrust up one final time, burying himself to the hilt as his cock erupted. Thick ropes of cum flooded her depths, pulsing deep inside her clenching cunt, mixing with her release until it overflowed and leaked down his shaft in creamy rivulets.
They clung to each other through the waves—bodies trembling, breaths ragged, hearts pounding in sync. Meera collapsed forward, forehead against his, their sweat-slick skin pressed together as tiny aftershocks rippled through them both.
Cum and squirt pooled beneath them on the flour-dusted table, the air thick with the heady scent of sex and fresh bread.
Neither moved to separate.
They simply stayed locked together, breathing each other in, knowing the slow-burn dream had finally, fully ignited.