Rukku – Mysore Sumangali Store’s Creamy Bomb

Hi all Indian sex story readers, this is Madhan here, first of all, thanks a lot to all ISS readers for your many likes and valuable feedback for all my stories. I am a story writer with many stories published. I am writing this story after a break because there was nothing horny/wild in my life to be written.

My dearest sex story readers, you can message me if you have come across or experienced wildest unique encounters, a real one. I will be happy to write the story in your stead and publish for others to have a shag or fingering.

About Me: I am a Madhan of 27 years, 6″ tall, south Indian complexion, broad shoulder, and a well-built body. I basically belong to one of the cleanest city in India Mysuru, but currently working in Bangalore (which has all varieties of chicks/aunties).

Coming to the story. I had a function in my house and relatives (aunt, sister, and cousin with family) had arrived. They had reached Mysuru at 2 p.m. and were visiting my house after a very long gap of some years. We had planned to take them out for shopping on the same day because of time/days crunch.

The driver arrived at our house as per my instruction at 5:00 p.m. We had lied to the relatives that we were going out to purchase clothes for my parents. Because they will not agree to do any shopping for themselves. The first stop for shopping was Sumangali stores (a famous multistoried store for girls/ladies).

Oh god, it was flooded with girls/ladies with loud noises of their giggles. As I entered the store the playboy inside me awoke instantly, scanning all the chicks/beauties. I told all the relatives to select one attire (saree/dress) for each one. But they were very much reluctant to purchase anything.

I told my sister to convince them and walked out towards the sofa to sit. Half an hour elapsed, but not even a single saree was selected. Ater continual forcing, they started to see low-cost sarees. I told them not to insult me by even standing near low-cost saree counter.

I randomly pointed my finger to a counter. That is where I saw the heroine of this story, the sales girl, sorry it’s saleswoman Rukku in short for Rukmani. I stood there dumbstruck looking at Rukku who was stacking the folded sarees. Her killer gaze fell on me.

She shot an arrow with her eyes which were poking straight into my eyes. She continued her stacking work, with my hands still in the air pointing towards her. She gave the second glance and the small cute smile in the corner of her sweet lip woke me from the infinitesimal blank stature.

I gave an instant naughty smile with my eyes transfixed onto Rukku and lowered my pointing hand. I convinced my relatives to give some value to me. I walked them towards Rukku’s counter which was around 10 feet away. While walking towards Rukku, my eyes were deep in her eyes.

I had a small smile and was enjoying her beautiful face. On reaching the counter, I told Rukku to show some new arrivals which are trending. Her eyelids fluttered like the wings of a butterfly. Her words, “Ok sir,” was with slight tremble/shaky.

She was really a nuclear bomb to kill anyone on first sight and was creamy from all around. When she turned to pick some sarees from the rack. Oh my god please forgive me since I am a huge ass lover. She had a perfect round shapely pair of ass which was clearly enjoyed/captured by my hungry devil eyes.

All the conversation with the bomb Rukku was with direct eye contact. It was really amazing standing inches away from her. After showing some three sarees, I told her, “Wait, you show only the best ones. After seeing them we shouldn’t like any other ones.”

She stood standstill and told ok. I winked at her intentionally with a warm smile to which she blushed with her cheeks reddening for the first time. The blush turned to a wide smile while she had her face turned away from us to select the masterpiece.

My conversation with Rukku was in Kannada which wasn’t understood by my relatives since they were from Tamil Nadu. She indeed showed a masterpiece which was really awesome. My cousin sister liked the saree and started looking for the price tag.

I stopped her from getting the price tag and asked her, “do you like it?” She told “Saree is good. But I don’t want you wasting money anyhow you have to get one for your marriage.” I told her to keep quiet. I turned towards Rukku showing her a super symbol with bulging eyes.

I asked Rukku to show some more colors in this design. While she was showing the colors, I asked her, “Your name Rukku, haan?”

She: “What?”

I: “Your name.”

She said, “Rukmini.”

My sister, father, and brother in law joined the same table. This made me stop flirting with Rukku because they know Kannada very well. I continued to poke my eyes into her, my face shrunk a bit, because of others who arrived. She has noticed this and understood my situation and gave a teasing smile, which just made our bond stronger.

We started talking in eyes stealing away from the looks of people around us. As the team was busy in selecting the sarees, Rukku was busy showing the sarees. I was busy dipping deep into Rukku’s sexy beauty. She every now and then she looked at me.

I just showed an angry face looking around to which she just laughed (indicating I couldn’t talk because of these people, her signal was indicating hahaha). While the selection process was going on let me describe the Sumangali silk bomb. Please bear with me as I try to describe Rukku from head to toe.

Guys grab your shaft with some oil, lesbos make your fingers ready to feel inside your horny angelic hole. Rukku the name itself jolts through like thunder. The hot bomb was around 35 years old. She was a short woman slightly less than 5 ft. Her shape was around 38 (big top) 36(spongy middle 38(hip) 40 (ass).

There is a curious style, a great sense of high voltage about Rukku. A round face, jasmine over her dark hairs and its aroma was increasing the mood. The famous Mysore sweet ‘Mysore Pak’ colored skin, buttery oily moist soft pair of lips which was provoking to be tasted. Her killer brown eyes will make any man go crazy.

Rukku was wearing a red colored saree with brown and green borders, which was covering her boobs completely. But belly button and a milky navel were clearly visible. A matching blue colored blouse was covering only a few centimeters of her shoulder. (I dreamt to grab such smooth soft shoulders).

A simple blue Sindhoor sticker between her forehead and a nose stud just emanated her beauty to the next level. She had cheeks like that of actress Khusboo, a small nose, a simple stud on two places on her ears. Overall she was short, shapely eatable apple, sorry guava.

My eyes and the shaft had woken the moment it saw her full bosom both top and bottom. The boobs were big milk tankards and shapely. Oh god, the blouse was insufficient to cover and hide it from Madhan. All the sarees were selected from the same counter.

She took them to the billing section which was at the corner of every floor. My relatives moved to the ground floor because my sister had liked one more saree and she wanted it. I told them to go to the other floor and get the billing done while I finish the payment here.

I told Rukku, “Oye, Rukku, give some discount.” She looked at me and told, “Sir, no discount.” I told her your smile costs some more money, which is expendable. She was blushing and the 3 girls standing in the billing section were also laughing.

In my mind, I was thinking about how to get her contact information. I asked Rukku if there is any damage to the clothes what to do. She said, “No damage will be there sir .” I had to find a way to sneak my contact number or to get her. She gave the sarees to the billing counter and the bill to me.

The moment my skin graced passed over her a jolt went through my body. The touch was a brief one and neither of us was willing to break the feel. I touched her hand while I collected the bill, with a blush in my face and eyes looking straight at Rukku’s eyes.

After handing the bill she walked away to her counter. I had to do something so I called, “Rukku, one minute.” She turned I could see happiness in her face. I just made reasons asking her which saree how much cost. She came back and our hands touched again. She knew I was doing this intentionally.

I had lost the world around me and was deeply involved with Rukku. After all the explanation she stood there waiting for me to leave. I had to complete the payment because my niece came searching for me. I completed the payment and thanked the billing counter girls.

Then turned to Rukku. I could see slight restlessness in her as well which was going inside me. Finally, I had to walk away from that floor. While my legs walked towards the stairs my eyes were fixed onto Rukku with sadness on my face. She was also looking right at me and her face too was grim.

I left the floor walked to the down floor where my sister was billing the saree. We had finished the purchase at Sumangali and father asked me to call the driver. I and my brother in law came by bike because of the space constraint in the car.

We all walked out of Sumangali silks and all people boarded the car for the next shopping point. My heart was still on Rukku floor. I absentmindedly was doing the chores and an idea cracked into my head. I told my brother in law that I forgot the card and ran to Rukku’s floor.

During this time I opened my wallet, took out one visiting card and hid it in my top shirt pocket. Rukku was busy folding the sarees. I just reduced my walking pace, took some deep breaths, a few feet from her counter. She saw me and had an instant blush. (Oh god the complete sequence was so sweet to be remembered).

I went to the counter, “One blue saree you had shown, na?” At that moment our eyes were completely locked. I have found the right moment to sneak the visiting card to her. I was running short of time because of the waiting brother in law who may walk back if it gets delayed.

As our eyes were totally locked onto each other I pulled the card from my pocket which she saw. Then looked around her for prying eyes. Her face went blank from the moment she saw the card in my hands till it just flew next to her. She took a deep breath and kept looking at me.

I signaled my eyes to where the card was and signaled please with narrow eyes. She was looking seriously at me with her gaze moving around for prying eyes every now and then. When I signaled please she blushed again. I couldn’t make sure the card catching her hand.

I bid a thank you. I gave my hand for a shake, which she took with a subtle handshake and finally, I walked out of her sight. Nothing happened that day, the next day also went without any sign of Rukku over my phone. Sunday the day of the function I had a missed call from a new number.

It was from my sexy bomb Rukku. Guys lengthy story is always boring to read and I wanted to explain every minute details of seduction. In our next part, I will explain our first phone chat, conversation and finally, hot wild role-plays.

Please send your feedback to [email protected], your valuable likes and comments will inspire me in writing the second part as soon as possible. Again feel free to contact my mail/hangout [email protected] (aunties/girls in and around Mysore/Bangalore without hesitation). Thank you all the ISS readers.