{2}

THE TRIGGER

Sumana had always been content with her life. Growing up in a middle-class family in Bangalore, she had been taught to value education and hard work. After completing her degree in commerce, she had married Shashi, a tech-worker, and together they had built a comfortable life for themselves and their two daughters.

But lately, something had changed. Sumana felt restless, as though something was missing from her life. She had always been a devoted wife and mother, but now she found herself yearning for something more. She couldn't quite put her finger on what it was, but the feeling was there, simmering just beneath the surface of her daily routine.

It wasn't that she was unhappy, exactly. She loved her husband and daughters, and she was grateful for the life they had built together. But the sameness of it all was starting to wear on her. Every day felt like a repeat of the one before it, with nothing to break up the monotony. She longed for excitement, for something to shake her out of her complacency.

This afternoon, as she was folding laundry, she looked at herself in the mirror and thought back to how to façade of equanimity had been shattered a few months back when Savita, their 25 year-old daughter had come to her at a moment just like this, and confided in her that she wanted a divorce. Her husband had been abusive - both physically and emotionally - and she had tolerated all that she could, and now wanted out. In the typical Indian middle-class community - divorce, while not taboo, was still a very big deal. It was all too common for women to tolerate (or be forced to undergo) abuse in the name of "family life" and "greater good".

Sumana did not want that for her eldest child. They'd always raised her to be brave and independent, and if it meant splitting and cutting ties with an abuser - so what?

She heard a knock at the door that broke her out of her reverie. It was Savita, who looking frazzled and upset. "Ma, can I talk to you for a minute?" she said, her voice shaking.

Sumana felt a stab of worry in her chest. "Of course, kanna. What's wrong?"

Savita took a deep breath. "Nothing... it's just, so hard to deal with this whole separation thing. I just wanted to thank you & Pa for being there for me.," she said, tears streaming down her face.

Sumana's heart sank. She had always thought of Savita's marriage as a happy one, until she heard about what was happening.

"Oh, kanna," she said, wrapping her arms around her daughter. "I'm so sorry. You don't need to thank us, okay? We are always there for you."

In that moment, Sumana felt a surge of empathy for her daughter, more so than ever before. She realized that she too had been feeling trapped, hemmed in by the expectations of her family and community. She longed to break free just for a while. She, nay they all, needed a break.

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The next evening, Sumana took a deep breath and approached Shashi as he was finishing up some work on his laptop. She sat down next to him on the couch and cleared her throat. "Shashi, I think we should take a family vacation," she said, her voice low.

Shashi looked up at her, his expression guarded. "What do you mean?" he asked.

"I mean, we all need a break," Sumana said. "Savita has been through a lot with her divorce, and Sanjana just finished college. It's been a stressful year for all of us. I think we could all use some time away, just the four of us."

Shashi looked up, his eyebrows furrowed. "Sumana, you know I have a lot of work right now. It's not the right time for me to take off."

"I know," Sumana said. "But don't you think it would be good for us to spend some time together, away from the stresses of everyday life? We could go somewhere peaceful, where we can relax and enjoy each other's company."

Shashi still hesitated. "I don't know," he said again. "It's a lot of work to plan a trip, and I don't have that much time right now."

Sumana felt her frustration rising. "I know it's a lot of work, but I'm do all of it myself," she said. "And I think it's important for all of us to get away for a bit, even if it's just for a little while. No?"

Shashi sighed. "I suppose you're right," he said finally. "But I can't take too much time off work. Why don't the three of you go on ahead? Maybe I can join you all for a few days, over the weekend or something?"

Sumana sighed - when would he ever understand? "That's fine," she said. "We'll make it work. And I'll take care of all the planning, don't worry about a thing."

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Over dinner that night, Sumana and the girls discussed the trip. Savita was hesitant, but Sanjana - generally the perkier of the two - was excited at the idea of going to Goa.

"That sounds great!", exclaimed the 23-year old, "It was good fun a couple of years back, when I went there with my classmates."

"I'm sure it was", Sumana thought silently to herself, stifling a smirk. Outwardly, she smiled. "I thought you'd like it. We'll make sure it's a great trip for all of us."

Savita still looked unsure. "I don't know if I can enjoy it, given everything that's been going on," she said, rest her temple disinterestedly on her palm as she ate.

"Listen, we're all here. Sanjana and I will be good company, I promise", Sumana said. "It'll be a good chance for all of us to relax a bit and do something that's not our daily routine..."

Savita moped for a little while longer, and then nodded slowly. "Okay, let's do it. I'll try to keep an open mind", forcing a smile.

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In the following days, Sumana did all the planning for the trip, from booking the flights to finding a good hotel, getting a rental car....

In her mind, she had outlined the perfect vacation for her and her daughters. They were going to North Goa, away from the bustling beaches in the South like Anjuna, Baga, Calangute etc.

She had found a good beach resort to stay at near Ashvem, and all the reviews said it would be peaceful, and one of the few spots where you actually had uncrowded, but safe beaches.

But with just one day left before the trip, Shashi was still nagging her with questions about the planning.

"Did you make the flight bookings correctly? Double checked?" he asked.

"Yes, Shashi," Sumana replied, trying to hide her irritation.

"What about the hotel? They've confirmed two rooms for you all?"

"That's done too. Sanjana helped me with it - she spoke to the reservation desk herself."

"Did you pack everything you need?"

"I'm working on it."

It was not easy for Sumana to get all this done, while also dealing with Shashi's constant questions. She was getting frustrated and starting to snap. Just when she thought she had everything done, and had packed the last garment in her trolley bag..

"What about....", Shashi started.

Sumana couldn't take it anymore. "Everything is planned, Shashi! For fuck's sake." she said, her tone sharp. "You don't need to worry, okay? We'll be leaving tomorrow, and be there for at least a week. You can join us over the weekend, if you please. I've not booked anything for you - because, I know very well your propensity for last minute cancellations!"

Shashi was taken aback by Sumana's sharp tone. "I'm sorry, Sumana," he said, realizing he had been getting on her nerves. "I just want to make sure everything is okay for you and the girls..."

"I know, but I've got this," Sumana said, trying to calm down, her face sinking a bit, "I just wish you were more supportive."

"I'm sorry," Shashi said again. "I'll try to be more helpful in the future."

Sumana took a deep breath and tried to relax, but it wasn't quite that easy. She was looking forward to a few days of relaxation just by herself. Yes, her daughters being there was definite bonus, and she wanted the mother-daughter bonding time too, but she also craved to do something by her own lonesome. She wasn't sure what it was, but she'd figure it out on the fly. May be Goa would inspire her.

She continued doing a mental checklist, trying to forget about the nagging queries and just focus on the trip ahead.

***************

The trio finally arrived in Goa after a long flight. As they stepped out of the airport, the warm, humid air hit them immediately. They were all dressed casually for the vacation - Sumana in a loose, flowy summer dress, and her daughters in shorts and t-shirts.

Sanjana, generally the more fun-loving of the two had a sleeveless top on that Sumana would probably have frowned upon a month ago - but this was a vacation, and she had no intention of making her daughters feel judged.

Savita was a bit more conservatively dressed in a loose-fitting tee, that really hid the curves underneath them. She was considered somewhat a siren during her college days, and loved wearing clothes that titillated just a little bit. But, since her wedding and broken-marriage now, she'd gone into a bit of a shell. Whatever her own problems, Sumana really wanted her eldest to have some fun too and rediscover her youth on this trip. She was only 25 years old for God's sake! Her whole life in front of her.

Sumana's own summer dress was fluttering a bit in the wind, as they went looking for the rental kiosk, where they had pre-booked a car for the duration of this trip. From behind her shades she noticed a few men side-eyeing her - she was used to that, but every now and then it was a nice ego-boost. At a ripe 46 years, any admiration is fun, she thought to herself. She was probably selling herself short, though. In spite of the two younger women around her, Sumana stood out - she was a bit short, but that did not wane the appeal of her tight figure, which was more than obvious even under the summer-dress. Her large 38D rack was not going to be missed by anyone, and she took enough care of herself enough to ensure her butt and well-toned legs never belied her age.

They got their car, and were soon making their way to the beach resort in Ashvem. Sumana let Savita drive, knowing that the latter really enjoyed it. Even before her wedding, Savi was someone who liked just going off on day-long drives, and in fact that common interest was one of the reasons she thought she'd clicked with her now ex-husband. Oh, well...

The drive was pleasant, with lush greenery and the occasional view of the several beaches one encounters from Panjim Airport, all the way through the Ashvem - Morjim road.

Sanjana was looking out the window, admiring the scenery. She was amazed at how different Goa was from when she last saw it. But then again, that was a college backpack trip, and they'd spent most of their time on the beach shacks, drinking beer and smoking MJ.... Travel was mostly left for the late night, to maximize on daylight hours.

Savita was sitting in the driver's seat, chatting with her mom, who was trying to find recommendations for places to eat, on her phone.

Sumana was excited to be in Goa but was also feeling a bit anxious. She hoped that the vacation would help her find some peace and clarity. She couldn't go on with the morose blanket that had set on her in this last one year. Already her mood had perked a bit, after the leery looks she got at the airport actually made her feel good about herself. It make her a bit sad that random strangers were able to do what Shashi had simply failed at off-late.

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When they arrived at the beach resort, Sumana and her daughters checked in and made their way to their adjoining rooms. The rooms were spacious and had a connecting door. Sumana heaved a sigh of relief that everything was as planned, and they were all settled in comfortably.

Sumana freshened up right away, and took a quick shower. Looking at herself in the mirror, she decided that her first goal for this trip was to feel good about herself and her body.

She picked out a black sundress that was a little risque, but not too showy. It accentuated her curves pretty well, and showed off just the right amount of skin.

She examined herself closely in the mirror this time. Her long, black hair - still wet after the shower - was left loose to bounce around her shoulders and back. Her almond-shaped eyes were always a bright feature, but she decided a set of aviator shades would be a good idea out in the sun. She paired it with a pair of black sandals and some simple earrings.

Like most people her age, she was a little self-conscious about her body, but this dress gave her the confidence she needed. She left her daughters a text message saying she would go for a walk at the beach, and they could join her later.

As she made her way down to the beach, she couldn't help but feel a little bit excited. She hoped she would get a few admiring looks, just like she had at the airport. It would be an ego boost for someone her age. She felt a little tingle of excitement run through her body as she thought about it, and instinctively rubs her forearm which had a few goosebumps...

As she walked along the shore, the sand beneath her toes and the salty air in her lungs, felt uniquely liberating. She had left behind her responsibilities and worries for the moment. She had come to enjoy herself and bond with her daughters, and she was determined to make the most of this!

She couldn't help but notice a few admiring glances, and it made her feel alive. She smiled to herself, enjoying the attention, and as she continued her walk, she recognized there was a little spring in her step. She just felt that this would be the beginning of an amazing vacation. Fie upon all those who sneer at self-discovery stories!

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As she strolled down the beach, Sumana noticed a group of young people playing beach volleyball. As she went closer, she saw that the players were a mixed group, with both men and women of different ages, but most of them appeared to be in their early-to-late twenties. She stood at a distance, admiring their toned physiques for a while, when she noticed one of the women from the group looking her way. The woman smiled at Sumana, gesturing her to join in.

She was a bit hesitant at first, but then decided to go for it. She made her way over to the group, taking in the setting, wondering if this was part of her "go for it!" attitude for this vacation.

The sun is beating down on the beach, the sand is hot and the air is humid. The group was already a bit sweaty from the sultry heat, but their energy is palpable. They all introduce themselves to Sumana and she found out they are a group of young people from different parts of the country, and even included some foreigners.

She took her place on the court and the game began. Sumana wasn't the most experienced player, although she did have some experience of playing this sport a bit during her college days. She tried her best as the ball is passed around. Sumana tried to keep up, laughing and enjoying the game in the first few minutes of action.

As the game went on, she noticed a few of the younger players giving her admiring glances already. She felt flattered and a bit nervous. Beads of sweat trickled down her back and plastered her clothes to her skin. The sand on the beach clung to her, and her hair was now tousled and wild from the wind. Despite this, she felt alive, rejuvenated, and young. Her cheeks were flushed, and she is glowing.

Her endorphins were high, and her blood was pumping fast. Whatever little hesitation she had, the audible compliments, admiring looks and the none-too-subtle wolf-whistles from the spectators made her feel much better. She felt welcome among the group, and even though she was a total stranger, they made her feel like she belonged with their youthful antics.

Soon the match became even more intense. Sumana's clothes clung to her even more now, accentuating her curves. She played with vigor, trying to be as lithe and fluid as she could, her body bending and stretching.

Finally, as the play wound down, Sumana's body was coated in sweat, and her clothes clung to her, making her feel even hotter. She could feel the sand sticking to her skin, having found its way to all the niches and grooves...

She just couldn't take it anymore. Without caring about who was watching, she just decided to remove her summer dress to get rid of all the sand clinging to her. As she struggled to take it off, one of the younger women noticed her and came over to help. Finally, after some struggle, they were able to get it off, and Sumana felt a sense of relief.

Her body was now exposed in her undergarments - with the sand, sweat, and dirt clinging to her skin. She washed off all the grime with a bottle of water, and the cool water felt like heaven on her skin.

As she cleaned herself up, she noticed a few of the young men watching her, admiring her body. In her cream-coloured matching pair of bra and panties, you wouldn't be wrong mistaking her for someone in their 30s. She could see the lust in their eyes, and it made her feel alive.

She was no longer the middle-aged housewife, but a woman with a body that could turn heads. It had been a while since she has felt so attractive, and the attention is doing wonders for her confidence. She smiles at them, feeling a little daring and provocative.

As she decided to head back to the resort, a young couple asked her if they could accompany her back as they were staying at the same place. They introduced themselves as Pooja and Ashok, and Sumana reciprocated with her name. The sun was now at its peak, and the heat was a bit too much to handle.

They took a shortcut through a narrow alley, and as they walked, Ashok remarked, "You were really good out there! We couldn't help but notice."

Sumana could feel a tinge of excitement coursing through her veins. "Thank you," she responded, turning around and flashing a smile. "I used to play volleyball in college, and it's been a while since I played like that."

Pooja chipped in, "You're really fit for someone your age. I wish I could be like that at your age." Sumana blushed at the compliment. They reached a stretch of the beach that was lined with shacks and small shops. She spotted a tiny vendor selling lemonade and suggested that they stop for a drink. The trio ordered their drinks, and as they waited, Sumana could feel their eyes wandering all over her. She realized that her sweat-soaked body and the water droplets on her skin must be making her look even more alluring.

When they resumed their walk, Sumana couldn’t help but enjoy the attention, and decided to soak in it. She was pleased with the feeling of being the center of attention for this two young couple.

"It's not like I’m going to do anything with them", she reassured herself.

As they approached the resort, Sumana realized that her dress had fallen off her shoulder, and was now slumped on the ground behind them. She turned to retrieve it, and as she bent down, she could feel Ashok's eyes fixed on her. She lifted the dress up and slings it over her shoulder again.

"Thank you for the company, kids," she says, turning to head back into the resort. She couldn’t help but feel a bit of excitement. She realized that it had been a long time since she'd felt desirable like this, as she wore her dress and walked back in.

***************

She returned to her hotel room, and thought about heading straight to the shower. She quickly checked in on her daughters, but their room was locked - guess they must be out and about on their own, she thought. She left them message, and then walked into the bathroom.

As she looked in the mirror, she saw that her skin glowed, and it wasn't just the sweat or endorphins. This was something a little more primal. She found herself feeling a sense of arousal that she had not felt in a long time, or one that been there always, unsatiated. She quickly decided to take a hot shower, hoping that the warm water would help her relax and calm her confused thoughts.

As she stripped off her bra and panties, and let the hot water pour down her body. the tingling sensation of arousal only grew stronger. The water washed away the last remnants of sand and sweat, leaving her skin smooth and supple. She ran her hands over her body, feeling the curves and contours.

She began by taking deep breaths and trying to clear her mind. She focused on the sound of the water hitting her body and the sensation of the warm water running down her skin. She tried to convince herself that what she was feeling was just a temporary physical sensation and it would pass over soon.

However, the feeling of arousal persisted, as she took an extra long shower, washing every inch of her body.

Almost subconsciously, her hands slowly started roaming her every part. She started to touch herself, exploring her body and each titillating sensation eliciting a small gasp. Slowly, she felt the tension easing, and she became more and more attuned to her arousal as she continued touching herself. Finally, she found herself opening her legs, and her fingers slowly rubbing over her lips below, a moan escaping from her lips above.

She felt her heart rate increase and her breathing grow deeper as she continued to explore her body. It had been a while since she had done this, and felt a twinge of guilt, but the sensations were too overpowering to resist. She closed her eyes and let herself sink into the pleasure of it all.

As she touched herself, she thought back to the volleyball game and the attention she had received from the young men (and women). The memory made her even more aroused, and she continued to explore her body with newfound confidence.

Eventually, she reached a point of intense pleasure and let out a low moan. Her body shuddered as she touched herself, leaning against the cool shower wall, Panting heavily now, she felt her knees buckling a bit - as her right hand found her clit, and the left fondled her ample bosom and pencil-like sharp nipples.

It took her a full minute to recover from her climax.... She couldn't believe it.

How was this happening? What had she just done? Sumana couldn't help but wonder what had come over her.

She wasn't a prude, far from it, but it never really occurred to her to indulge in self-pleasure, and yet, here she was, experiencing a wave of intense pleasure that she had never felt before - not in a long time, at least. She felt a bit guilty and ashamed, but at the same time, there was an overwhelming sense of liberation - like a veil was lifted off her and she could now see the picture more clearly.

As she stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel, She felt alive in a way that she hadn't felt in a long time. Like she had just discovered a part of herself that had been dormant all these years. She couldn't help but think about what else she had been missing out on....

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{2}

THE ASCENT

Sumana sat down on the bed and closed her eyes, trying to think of what had just happened. As she sat there, she felt a thrill run through her body interspersed with something that vaguely had trappings of guilt.

"Is this really what I want?" Sumana thought to herself. Her mind was swirling with thoughts and emotions. She felt ashamed, embarrassed, and guilty for what she had just done. But at the same time, she couldn't deny the thrill and excitement she had experienced. She had never felt so alive, so.... desired! Wanted!

It was exhilarating to think of doing something risky, something that would make her feel alive and adventurous... Just like that, one brief game of volleyball had ignited something in her.

***************

As Sumana sat down on for dinner that night with her daughters, she was a bit lost in her thoughts - her brain was busy thinking of a plan. She decided to do something a little risky, something she would never have imagined was possible for her to attempt, even a few days ago.

Sumana would sneak out of the resort and take a walk along the beach in the middle of the night. She would wear something a little more revealing than she usually did, and enjoy the rush of feeling daring and bold.

But how would she get out of the resort without being seen? She thought about sneaking out through the balcony, but dismissed the idea as too risky. Then she remembered the fire exit, which was located near the end of the hallway on her floor.

Late at night, well after dinner, Sumana rummaged through her luggage, looking for her sheer negligee and matching lingerie. She found it tucked away at the bottom of her suitcase, and she couldn't help but feel a rush of blood to the head as she pulled it out.

Before going ahead with her plan, she checked in on Savita and Sanjana to make sure they were also asleep. She didn't open the connecting door, but just pressed her ear to it. "Not a sound", she thought to herself, confident that the girls must either be asleep or watching one of their shows.

She hesitated for a moment, looking at herself in the mirror, her heart racing. But then she shook her head and put on the matching lingerie, She smiled to herself as she wore the negligee, feeling it cling to her curves as she moved... Sumana knew that this was a risky move, but she felt alive and excited in a way that she hadn't felt in years. She checked herself out in the mirror one last time, and then slipped out of the room and into the dark shadows of the corridor.

***************

Sumana started walking around the hotel, sticking to the shadows. With each step, she was becoming more confident, knowing that no one can see her.

There was still a part of her mind where alarm bells were ringing like crazy, where an iota of guilt and fear reared their head up about doing this. But, with every step she took the other side of her, which was filled with excitement and anticipation, was overpowering her mental naysayers... After all, there is only so much a woman can endure before she loses control, and she figured it was now or never for her to try something exciting like this.

She passed by a number of rooms, checking for signs of movement, until she reached her destination. In any other setting, she would have been worried that opening a fire-escape might set off some alarm bells - but she knew her country well, nothing so nuanced would be operating in beach-side hotels here.

As she made her way down the fire escape, and onto the path that led directly to the beach, she could feel the hair behind her neck standing up. She was still in a half-hunched position, and looked around carefully as she finally reached the beach front!

She wasn't exactly sure what snapped, but the minute her feet made contact with the sand - it was as if all the fear of getting caught dissipated in a curious mixture of excitement and delight!

Sumana walked along the empty beach now, head held high & confident, feeling the cool sand between her toes and the chill breeze on her skin. The sheer negligee was blowing around her, and she felt like a goddess in the moonlight. The thrill of being outside in the open air with nothing but the sound of the waves for company was almost overwhelming. At the back of her mind, she was titillated by the thought of being caught, only to realise that it made her feel more alive than she had in a long time!

A couple of times, she thought she heard some people coming from the opposite direction, and she quickly managed to slip into the shadows, behind some rocks and avoid detection. At one point, she even noticed a flashlight beaming vaguely in her radius, and she snuck deeper into the shadows, biting her lips in anticipation...

Near capture was such an adrenaline rush! She ruminated for a brief second, and somehow convinced herself that the negligee wasn't that much of a risk after all! So, Sumana took it off and continued on her adventure in just her lingerie. She felt even more daring and exhilarated, knowing that she was completely exposed to the elements and to anyone who might catch a glimpse of her 46-year old body...

"Nay!", she told herself, "a curvy figure with a 38D bosom, and fleshy bits in all the right places... That's what they'll get to see."

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After spending close to an hour-and-a-half on the beach, Sumana finds herself at the spot where she'd joined the young volleyball players, earlier that day. She knelt down to pick up some of the sand, and her mind raced back to how she felt when she realised all the eyes that were fixated on her that afternoon.

She set aside her negligee, which was until then on her shoulder, and sat down... Sumana could feel her heart beating rapidly, and she was breathing heavier than usual. She felt her nipples hardening, and moaned softly to herself as she placed both palms against the ground, her legs opening up wide. The cool beach-air circulating, sending goosebumps across her inner thighs as it reacted with the sweat and wetness between her legs...

"Oh god...I'm so horny..." she whispered to herself.

She wanted to rub her clit furiously, but she was worried that someone might suddenly walk in on her. Instead, she took a moment, and instead moved her palms towards are undulating breasts, rubbing her nipples softly against the barely-there fabric of her bra. "Yeeaah...", she told herself, "not that this would be much better for someone to walk into!"

She continued to explore her body with her hands, rubbing the sensitive flesh between her thighs, bringing them over her stomach, and finally -as if in sync - to her dripping slit. Sumana felt a wave of pleasure wash over her. "Fuck!" she yelled aloud, biting her lip and reflexively squeezing her knees together.

After a few more minutes of this intense stimulation, she was panting heavily. She knew she wouldn't last long if she kept going like this.

"Yes, fuck me," she said to herself, moving her hand away from her pussy and placing it again on the ground, as she arched her back till her perky nipples now pointed skywards, straining against their bra-cups. "Screw it!", she said to herself, and got rid of her bra - her breasts almost exploding free. She flung the bra aside, it landing somewhere near her discarded lingerie.

Her sexy panties were next - she had to struggle a bit to get them off, with all the sticky fluid that slowly lining her thighs now....

She brought her fingers to her mouth, tasting herself. She was surprised at how sweet she tasted. It was a different flavor than what she was used to - sweeter, more intoxicating. She brought her tongue out, licking her fingers clean. Then, she returned to her pussy again, rubbing her clit with her finger, and spreading her lips apart to reveal her swollen nub.

She moaned louder this time, feeling her orgasm approaching. She looked up at the starry ski, wondering for a second if anyone could hear her. Her brain reminded (or convinced) her that this was the middle of the night, and everyone and their uncle would likely either be asleep or partying elsewhere - certainly no one on a secluded part of the beach like this.

Her mind veered to tastier thoughts, as she found herself fantasizing about the young men she'd played beach volleyball with. She imagined them taking her in their arms and kissing her deeply, exploring her body with their hands. The thought of it made her even more excited and she could feel herself getting pronouncedly hornier.

"I need that, I need some cock!" she said to herself.

She slid the finger out of her pussy, and scooping some of the sweat off her thighs and the crevices on her belly. She began rubbing her clit with this fluid mixture, slowly moving her hand back and forth, spreading it like a lubricant across her sensitive bud.

"Oh god, yes," she moaned loudly, grinding her hips against the bench she was sat on. Her eyes closed tightly, and she bit her lower lip as she mouthed the words: "I want that cock!"

She rubbed harder, using her other hand to spread her legs wide open, exposing her wet pussy to the world, and the stars above...

"I need that cock, I'm so fucking hot," she said to herself, feeling her orgasm nearing. Her pussy was throbbing, and she was feeling like she needed something even thicker than her own fingers.

"Oh god, please give me that cock," she begged aloud to the universe, pinching her nipples and pulling them to the side. "Give it to me now, fuck my horny cunt!"

"Oh god, please, take me, fuck me, fuck my cunt with that big cock."

The thought of being fucked by those athletic men was driving her crazy. She started to cum uncontrollably, her whole body shaking, her legs twitching, her toes curling. She reached her climax and collapsed onto the sandy surface, holding her breath.

Sumana lay there for several moments, recovering from the megawatts that had just jolted her body.

She was completely naked, her breasts heaving, covered only by a thin layer of sweat. Her pussy was exposed to the world, the cool sea-air now tingling as it made its way around her crevices. As used her right hand to check her own wetness, she could feel the sticky, glistening fluid oozing out of her slit.

She brought her finger to her mouth and tasted the quickly congealing liquid. It was a different taste from what she expected to taste on her fingers after masturbating - more sour, almost bitter. But, she liked it.

She was still horny, this did not cut it.

She needed a real man's cock inside her, filling her up.

"Fuck...", she voiced out loud, as her hands found her breasts and started kneading them.

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{2}

THE CRESCENDO

Sumana woke up the next day with a bit if a start. As her vision cleared up a bit, the foggy haze in her mind made way for recollections of what had transpired the night before. The scenes came flooding back, as her mind tried to process what she had done.

She felt a rush of emotions as she reflects on the events of the previous night. Part of her wanted to relive the thrill, but she found herself wondering how far she was willing to go down this path. For a while, she tried to push away these thoughts and focus on the day ahead, but her mind kept wandering back to the previous night's escapade.

She forced herself to get out of bed, and go take a cold shower - hoping that would clear her thoughts a bit.

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As Sumana went about her day, her mind was constantly preoccupied with the memories of the previous night. She often appeared distracted and not fully present in conversations with her daughters too.

Savita noticed this and remarked with a slightly concerned look, "Mom, you seem a bit off today. Is everything fine?"

Sumana, shook her head as if clearing a fog, forced a smile and quickly replied, "Yes... yes, sweetie. Everything's fine. Just a bit tired, that's all. I think I need to go get a nap, may be."

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