Mature Desi Lady & Sexy Young Chef

Priya, 40, had called Auckland, New Zealand home for almost 8 years when she moved there with her now ex-boyfriend from the UK. Although of Indian heritage with roots in Mumbai, Maharashtra, Priya had never spent much time in her family's native place except for annual holidays when they visited her grandparents or attended family weddings.

Home was always London and now in Auckland, Mumbai was as far from her mind as it could be. That was until she met Hrishikesh, a cute, young and upcoming chef from Mumbai in Auckland. A born and raised Mumbaikar, Hrishikesh was passionate about all things food, cooking and was a walking encyclopedia on Mumbai's street food scene.

Their paths were never meant to cross. But dating app algorithms have a weird, cheeky way of mixing up your preferences to occasionally throw someone from a completely different world into your orbit. And chemistry takes over.

It was a bit like that for Priya and Hrishikesh. They were quick to swipe right on each other, got chatting, were both looking for casual fun, and discovered they had crackling chemistry. Priya hadn't enjoyed this kind of tingly, flirty banter with anyone since her ex. Their conversations flowed easily around food, fun and nightlife in London and Mumbai and before long, they were making plans to catch up over a dinner date before turning the heat up a notch.

It was that point that Hrishikesh piped up.

"So looking forward to meeting you. Let's face the obvious elephant in the room. I take it that you are okay with our age gap, then?!"

"What age gap?" Priya typed back, and immediately clicked back to view Hrishikesh's profile properly.

Age 25, it read. "25? 25!! He is 25! Fuck," she thought to herself.

She went back to the chat.

"Sorry, I hadn't noticed that earlier, 15 years is huge. I am not comfortable with this tbh," she quietly said. Disappointment crawled up inside her as she realised this bubbling chemistry had nowhere to go.

"Okay, just so you know, I am not bothered by the age gap. We are both after something casual, we obviously seem to be each other's type given how quickly this chat has heated up. I understand if you don't want to take this ahead but I think there's no harm in meeting over a dinner."

Priya felt torn between wanting to turn him down because of the gaping age gap but unable to ignore how attracted she was to this young chef. Geeky cute. Passionate about what he did, with a strong sense of purpose. Just her type.

"Sure, let's do dinner and see how we feel," she heard herself say before she could think.

They met on a Sunday night at a fine-dining Middle Eastern place that had newly opened in downtown Auckland. Hrishikesh was cuter in person. Priya loved his freshly showered scent with musky aftershave and how his still wet hair fell over his forehead. He had a nice, full beard with a moustache that had been gently curved and twirled up on both ends.

"Very Indian, very hot," Priya thought.

For once, Priya was happy to have Hrishikesh take charge of their order. They had an amuse-bouche of creamy chicken liver pate piped in little crisp baskets of potato straws, lamb chops grilled to perfection in warm spices and coated in dried rose petals, charred cabbage drizzled with an intense garlic and tahini yoghurt, and the best housemade baklava served with a pistachio icecream. Their conversation flowed as smoothly and freely as the crisp sauvignon blanc they were drinking.

The date left them both with a hungry anticipation for what else could happen after. They walked out of the restaurant relaxed and happy with a slight buzz from the wine.

Hrishi didn't seem anything like what she thought 25-year-olds these days must be like. He was far more mature, sure of himself and treated her with genuine attention and respect.

Priya knew what she wanted and wasted no time getting to the point.

"Would you like to come over so we could continue the wine and conversation?" she asked.

"I would love that," Hrishi said.

Priya opened another bottle of sav after they got home, and they settled into the couch. A couple more glasses took any remaining edge and inhibitions off.

Hrishi came straight to the point. "I have really enjoyed our time tonight, and I think I am really attracted to you. I would love for us to have a casual, fun relationship if you are open to it."

"I was a little unsure until midway through dinner but I think I am open to this casual connection too," Priya quietly said in between sips of wine.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked as he looked straight into her eyes.

Priya was not sure what turned her on more, him respecting her and asking her permission to kiss or the way he locked gaze with her as he asked.

"Yes, you may," she smiled back.

Hrishi leaned in close and in one smooth motion kissed her long and deep as his hands came up behind her waist.

The kiss was lovely, wet and deep right from the get go, Priya was right about the sexual chemistry she felt with this guy. Their tongues played and teased endlessly, sucked hungrily on each other lips. It was a feast alright.

She loved how Hrishi surprised her by gently nibbling her lower lip that made her hungrier for him. He was leaning on top of her on the couch as he started to lavish his tongue's attention on her neck. As he sucked little kisses on her neck, Priya could feel his hard cock straining against his zipper. She loved the feel of that hardness as it gently grazed her thigh and couldn't help but start stroking it from the outside with her right hand as her left hand caressed his hair.

"Mmmmm," an involuntarily moan just escaped her lips. Priya rose up for a second and stretched her arm behind her back to unhook her bra to allow Hrishi a free reign of her breasts. In one sweeping motion, she took the bra off through her blouse sleeve in a move that still surprises many men.

She unbuttoned her front-buttoned blouse next without exposing her breasts. Instead, she just took Hrishi's hand and guided it inside her blouse onto her left breast.

"Jezus, that's big and so soft, it's driving me mad," Hrishi croaked hoarsely as his hand caressed her blouse-covered breast, gently at first, before he began squeezing it with more pressure.

"Permission to spread open your top and see them, ma'am?" he asked with a mischievous grin.

Priya just smiled, stretched back both her arms behind her head and said "Yes, sir!"

Hrishi sat up and parted her unbuttoned blouse and removed it the side, and just gawked at her breasts with his mouth slightly open, his gaze transfixed. He couldn't look away.

It was a feast for his senses. Priya's breasts were milky white with large, dark brown areolas. Her nipples looked like tempting chocolate buttons. He noticed her bra fallen beside them on the couch - "36D", the tag read.

Hrishi felt the blood raging to his hard-on at the glorious sight of her milky melons, and cupped a breast in each of his hands.

"Fuck your hands are cold," Priya shivered, even as she enjoyed how his fingers kneaded her breasts. She could feel both her nipples grow taut and hard as he grazed, pinched and rubbed them between his thumb and index fingers.

As soon as he saw how hard her nipples had got, he started to gently flick them up and down with his finger, lavishing attention on the left one first before turning to the right. The flicking sent delicious waves of her pleasure, not just through her nipples but in all of her body, the kind she hadn't experienced before. She could feel her clit quiver and her pussy getting wetter and wetter as she thought of what else could follow.

Hrishi began licking and sucking her left nipple with slow, circular strokes of his tongue, while his index finger flicked her right nipple to heighten the pleasure.

Her nipples were so sensitive to touch that this double whammy of pleasure started to send shock quivers through her clit and her wet pussy. Priya found herself unable to stop moaning, she didn't care how loudly she was moaning at this point, she was just riding on this sweet, sweet pleasure train.

"Mmmmm don't stop, I am so close to cumming," Priya moaned.

As soon as he heard her say it, Hrishi was even more eager to push her over the edge of pleasure. He leaned in to inhale the lovely scent of her pussy and began to flick and lick her clit even as he continued servicing her nipple with his fingers.

"Oh! I am cumming! I am cumming!" Priya wailed as she violently shivered for a few seconds with the pleasure waves riding through her body.

"Fuck what are you doing to me, Mister Hrishi," she said huskily even as her clit continued to throb for a good, few minutes after.

Priya just had to feel and see Hrishi's cock for real now. She reached out to unbutton and unzip his trousers. He was hungry for her to see him too. Hrishi stood up, took his pants and t-shirt off. He left his boxers on to tease her. The sight of his large bulging boxers was too much for Priya to bear. She reached in to give his cock a gentle squeeze from the outside that had Hrishi moaning in no time. Priya then gently slid her palm into the open fly cup of his boxers and pulled out his hard cock.

"My my, I love your cock, Mr Hrishi," she said.

Priya started stroking his shaft long and slow but with deliberate pressure and squeezed his balls with her other hand and thoroughly enjoyed watching Hrishi close his eyes and take in the pleasure. She then leaned in over his cock, her pendulous breasts swaying over his hot shaft and held her breasts in place as she took his engorged cock in her cleavage and began stroking it up and down between her mounds.

"That feels so fucking good, Priya," Hrishi moaned.

She continued stroking him and making him harder for a few more minutes. Her breasts and nipples loved feeling his warm hardness against them.

Hrishi wanted to return the favour now. So he took his cock and started tapping and then slapping it on Priya's rock hard nipples. He made her lie down on the couch and slapped his dick on her milky mounds and watched her get more aroused.

Hearing Priya moan the way she did got Hrishi even harder and hungrier for her. It was getting difficult to prolong the pleasure now. He eased the drawstring of Priya's skirt and helped her out of it even as he enjoyed the sight of her near naked, curvy body. Priya lifted up her hips to roll her underwear off.

"I can't wait anymore, I need you inside of me now," she said.

She got up, led him by hand to her bedroom, and fell back on her bed, inviting him to follow on top her. He kicked off his boxers and leaned in to lay over her, all naked.

Hrishi hungrily lapped at her nipples and sucked her breasts as if they were the season's last ripe mangoes. His hands roamed and caressed and groped her body, finally settling into the warm, hairy mound between her legs. He pushed his middle finger inside the wet folds of her pussy and began quickly moving it back and forth to hear her moan again. He locked his gaze with Priya's and took his wet finger out of her pussy and proceeded to lick it clean with great relish. He then leaned in and went in for a deep, probing kiss, that left a lovely taste of her in his mouth.

"Take me now, Hrishi," Priya commanded.

Hrishi eased his hardness into her wet, warm softness and grunted with pleasure as he felt her pussy enveloping his cock. He started thrusting into her, deciding to go gentle and slow and long, but her cunt was so fucking warm and cosy that he wasn't sure he could last that long for their first time.

"Pound me hard, Hrishi, can't bear this any longer," Priya begged.

"Oh thank god," Hrishi thought, as he began pounding her with hard, long strokes.

He loved watching Priya's breasts jiggle and bounce as he took her.

His thrusts got harder and sharper even as their grunts and moans got louder.

Watching her quiver again brought him close to his climax. He was close, he could feel it. He closed his eyes and just focused on how delicious his cock felt going in and out of her warm, wet sheath. That's all he could think of as he pulled out of her one final time and exploded and shot waves of his hot cum all over her tummy and breasts.

He collapsed next to her, out of breath and spent.

This was going to be one hell of a fun time.

To be continued...