Ruby

Ruby is a woman -- gorgeous to every syllable. She is 31 years old, tall,
about 5' 6", 124 lbs, with a perfect and god-envying figure of
38C-29-38. She is fair in complexion and beautiful but there is something
in her appearance that acts like a magnet to attract both sexes. Really,
her large, bright and eloquent eyes, finely trimmed eyebrows, small
forehead, a dense mass of jet-black hair on her head -- pruned carefully up
to her mid back -- sharp nose and a pair of slightly protruded lips have
really made her too provocative.

She is married but insatiate for last few years, though it cannot be said
she married Jay, now fifty-three, involuntarily. Her father, Ranjit Roy,
was the owner of a small size manufacturing house, catering his friend,
Jay's, medium to large sized business house. He was not much successful and
often suffered financial crisis. On every need of financial help, the poor
father was wont to go to his friend, Jay, who never turned him down because
of an intense sense of gratitude, as Ranjit's father had supported him till
to his last breath. Nobody knew the exact sum that Ranjit owed to Jay, as
the latter never reminded the former to pay him back.

Jay was really a good-natured man and he had an inclination to Roy's
family. He was a widower with a son, Vikram, now 21. His wife had died
nineteen years ago leaving her only child at the care of Jay when Vikram
was merely two years old. Jay was in a business, dealing in rubberized and
polymerized items. The size of his business was medium though, he always
did his best to relieve the sufferance of the family of his friend.

Ruby was the only child of Roys, and from her very young age, had started
to develop physically and mentally. Their mother, steering not a very rich
family, did not have much time to afford to take proper care of her
daughters, as she had do odds and evens of the family. Besides, as she had
a pair of golden hands in needlework, she used to do some order-jobs to
earn extra income in one or other female garments' shop. As a result, most
of her time was spent in household works or doing stitch-works outside.

Ruby had started to develop curves on her body at her age of eleven and
within just three years, she had grown into a well-developed beauty. Her
breasts already had begun to measure 34C with large light brown aureoles
topped by excessively large nipples. Despite the heaviness and richness,
her breasts then were so firm that she did not require any slip to wear,
therefore, when she was in their house, she did not wear any slip or any
undergarment.

She was well aware of her beauty and attraction, and she relished her own
beauty even. She knew wherever she went, the eyes of both men and women
were glued to her budding body. In the privacy of her room, which she used
to get a plenty with her mother doing job-works outside, she used to put
off her dresses and examined her beauty fully nude. She used to get
shivering sensation touching her ripening breasts and the budding nipples.

Since her age of 14, she had frequently, been baring her bosom from the
imprisonment of her tees and squeezed them feverishly. She would stand in
front of the mirror and touched the nipples and, as her nipples turned hard
rock, an immense pleasure deluged her young ripening body. Sometimes she
used to kiss the nipples to be flooded with a different kind of shivering,
which she devoured very much. In that way, unbeknownst to herself, she
became too sensitive at her breasts so much so that whenever someone
brushed her breasts past -- either knowingly or unknowingly -- whether male
or female -- she had been turned on very much. Very often, she then had to
seek the privacy of her room to touch, caress and squeeze her breasts.

When in the privacy of her room, on every occasion of her own lustful touch
and caress of her own breasts, she felt such an irresistible itching
sensation between her thighs and felt some sticky material flowed from her
vagina, and ultimately she had to invade her vagina with her fingers to
relieve herself. In the beginning, she used her index fingers but, with the
passage of time, she pushed her two fingers and longed for more. From her
age of 15, she had been using candle -- thin in the beginning but, as the
days went on, she began to use thicker, though never too thick. Though she
became more and more experienced and her ecstasy always urged for more and
more, she was too fearful to use a thicker one.

Very often she wondered of the sensation when she would have a real manhood
inside her; if her own touch and manipulation created such a shivering,
what would happen if others touched her breasts and invaded her vagina?

At the age of 16, she had first intercourse with Jay, who is now her
husband. On that day, she had been sitting on the sofa of their drawing
room, which, at nights, turned into the bedroom of Mr. and Mrs. Roy. It was
a summer and too hot evening, and she was all alone, as her mother went out
to her sister's place. She was dressed casually in a low-neck tight yellow
tee, without any slip or undergarment, and a short skirt. The thin cotton
of the tee revealed the curves on her overflowing chest alluringly while
her shapely legs were shinning even in the dimness of the waning sun.

She was rapt in her favourite reverie of sex union with her own hands
squeezing her breasts gently. Her head was inclined on the backrest of the
sofa while her legs were stretched straight on one of the small tables in
front. She had just been thinking to get her hands inside her low-neck tee,
when a gentle knock on the door was heard. Cursing silently, she adjusted
herself and her dress, got up and went to the door to unlock it.

Jay was standing outside. He was then 39 years old but looked much
younger. A colourful, debonair gentleman with a handsome appearance. Tall,
about 6' 2", extremely well built, fair and manliness personified. Ruby
liked him a lot; liked his company and her debonair appearance very
much. On more than one occasions, she even fantasized Jay as her
partner. Thus it could not be said that she had not any weakness on him.

"Yes, uncle, please come in." Ruby said to Jay with a throbbing heart.

"Is your mother not in?" Jay asked in a soft tone, "I have some business
for her from Kelvey & Kelvey."

"No, uncle. She has gone to my aunt, i.e. her sister's house. My cousin,
Dinky, is getting married three days after."

"Didn't you go with her?" asked Jay.

"No Uncle, I had a test in English literature. I'll go there tomorrow. By
the way, you just sit down and let me make a cup of tea for you." Said Ruby
politely.

Jay tried to dissuade her but had to yield ultimately as Ruby insisted
much.

When she entered the small kitchen, she wondered that why she was being
drifted towards Jay. The realization of her fantasy was making her young
heart pounding. She was no whit disappointed for the interruption in her
reverie. Yet, for a very brief moment, she wondered that why she, being too
young had been desiring him and liking his presence; and why she was so
eager to have Jay stayed longer. But her too immature heart did not find
any satisfactory answer. Instead, it began to pound loudly.

She entered the room with the steaming cup of tea and handed it over to
Jay. He stretched his hand and, while he was taking the cup, his hand
touched the fingers of Ruby's hand involuntarily and rested there for some
time. Though it was unintentional from the part of both, it created a
shivering sensation in Ruby's young body. In the heart of her hearts, she
wished let the fingers touch her own for some more time.

Jay sipped from the cup and uttered a word or two of praise, as Ruby really
had prepared the tea well, and asked her to sit by his side. Ruby obliged
as she really wished to have more and more of Jay's company, and she sat
very close to him to his right. A beautiful fragrance of Old Spice hit her
nostril. She moved a bit towards him as if to inhale the fragrance more
intensely.