I killed a couple of days, mostly locked inside my room. Binge-watching Riya’s stuffs, ofcourse lot of self pleasuring and planning. I thought of discussing Riya’s secrets with Leena, but worried she might mistake me for invading their private moments secretly. So I skipped the thought.
Thursday morning, I got up with the wild dreams of Riya’s fucking moans and her pussy boasting at me, ‘look I got a cock.’ I decided not to get addicted to her video and to focus on my own pursuit of pleasure.
I could not find Leena, probably gone to shopping groceries. Our flat was quiet. My phone buzzed. It was a casual message from Sam, regarding his job related stuff. An idea sparked! I needed an excuse to meet him. I called him.
“Hey, Sam. Busy?”
“Hi Maya. Busy? Me? No. Jignesh gone out of the city yesterday, morning. Even Guru is at his native. So, it’s boring alone at home. I hate our college life got over,” he said like he was waiting to open up.
“See, I came across a walk-in for an MNC in France. Maybe you could crack it, Sam. I shall forward the details.”
“Not interested in France. UK would be ideal for me, with you there,” he said in a flirty note.
“Hey. Thanks for reminding about UK. I have a few forms to be filled for the VISA clearance…” I cooked up the stuff which I had already finished. “May I come to your place? I need to discuss a few things on it.”
He bought the bullshit as I expected.
“Always welcome. I was thinking how to kill the time till Jigs come back,” he hinted that he was all alone.
“When will he return?”
“By tomorrow.”
I sighed a relief. “Okay. Also, your pyjama shirt and pants are still with me, remember? You had given it on that rainy night,” I purposefully reminded him the night I spent at his home.
“Yeah…”
“I shall bring them as well,” I confirmed my arrival.
“Sure. I will be waiting. But you are having lunch here, I shall order a special Thali Meals for you. Okay?” he asked eagerly.
“Roger that, captain!” I smirked with a clear plan of action.
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The time was 10, still no sign of Leena’s return. I took bath, and wore my favourite ‘Blueberry Goddess’ perfume. I picked a light-weight black saree and a sleeveless blouse. The seductive black saree with transparent floral patterns would surely fuck with his mind. The blouse, again black semitransparent with deep neckline, stitched fit to house my 32C assets in place.
I wanted to go all black, because it would highlight my alluring complexion. So, my laced black bra was nothing but a thin sheet, wore for the sake of amping the sexy look. I got matching panties made of the same material.
I applied a hair spray and let it loose, with my natural curls. I glossed my lips red and traced kajal sharp on my eyebrows. Typically, I was not fond of jewellery, yet I wore silver anklets to create a soft chime. I read somewhere that men fall for it.
I dropped a message to Leena, saying that I was going out to Sam’s place and will be back by evening. To be frank, I had planned to seduce him. But I was not sure how things would end up. Ultimately, fucking him was my goal. But I was not sure, when and how it would happen. I decided to go with the flow. I would seduce Sam till he brimmed with the urge to get me laid.
I stepped out of the house, only to feel the scorching heat of the sun. It struck me like a slap, wrapping me with a sudden gush of sweat, as I had to wait fifteen damn minutes for the cab. I was desperate to get inside the AC of the vehicle, but to add insult to injury, the cab got cancelled.
I lost my patience to book another one and wait for it again. I called up an Auto-rickshaw, just to regret my decision the very moment I entered it. The black roof of the Auto just radiated the heat further. Not to mention, I wore all back on the sunny day. Even the slow movement of the vehicle could not blow more wind for any comfort.
I got literally drenched in my own sweat, dripping between my boobs, down my spine, soaking my blouse completely. I noticed auto-driver continuously staring at me through his rearview mirror. Only then I realized the heat was a blessing in disguise, as Sam would be electrified to see me like this.
The auto-driver waited, watching my hips sway, till I disappear from his view, after dropping me at Sam’s apartment building.
When I reached Sam’s door, I was feeling a dizzy due to the heat. My brain worked out a quick scenario – why not faint due to heat? I would build it up. With a clear plan, I pressed the doorbell.
Sam opened the door. He was in a fitting t-shirt and track pants. His gaze locked at me standing wet with my sweat. My saree clung to my waist, and I saw his eyes glued to it. I could feel my blouse all wet, hugging me like a layer of paint.
“Hi,” I said in a husky voice, signalling tiredness.
“Hi, Maya. C-Come in. What happened?” he welcomed me, with a cracked voice. I heard the sound of his door keys being twisted twice to lock from the inside.
I moseyed past him, with my hips swaying slow accentuating my curve deliberately. Every step made my anklets sing, which could be a new music for him–a change in me.
“It’s damn hot out there, Sam,” I pretended gasping, clutching my chest and looked around like a person who would faint anytime.
“Maya!?” he stammered and stepped closer.
I let my knees buckle and collapsed safely next to the sofa, as planned. My body limped, eyes fluttered before shutting and I staged a perfect fainting.
‘I’m not dead, just fainted. Look I’m breathing, Sam,’ I conveyed it with ample heaving of my chest.
“Maya! Maya!” he called my name endlessly as he dropped beside me.
His hands trembled as he shook my face gently. He grabbed a water bottle and sprinkled water on my face liberally. With determination, I continued pretending unconscious. The droplets trickled down my neck and drenched my blouse further.
He rubbed my palms fast, desperate to wake me up. Then, he shifted to my soles. I felt tickling, however, I controlled myself. He got scared really and genuinely trying his level best to bring me back.
I stayed pliant, breathing slow and deep, assuring that I was still alive. My breasts rose up and down to my breathing rhythm. I managed to sneak a look at his tension, and I was loving it. The game of making him sweat. But I adored the way he cared for me. He was running around like anything and tried splashing water again, drenching me further.
He did some google search and returned to rubbing my palm again. He lifted my hand and held it above my face for a few seconds and dropped it. I flinched to avoid hitting my face.
‘Damn it! He is testing you, Maya!’ I alerted myself.
He tried the same thing with the other hand, this time I let my hand land on my face naturally. He repeated it twice, getting the same outcome.
“Oh shit! She is unconscious for real!” he yelled out.
Then… Fuck… I did not expect the move from him. He placed his trembling hands on me to do the CPR! He took my arms, placed my palms over my chest in crossed position. He was unsure of how to do a CPR, but genuinely concerned. He placed his hands over mine and pressed lightly through my hands. The pumping movements was so gentle. He could not get a rhythm of a typical CPR.
He was probably trying this as a first aid, thinking that I had a heart attack as I had clutched my chest before fainting.
“Maya… I have to…” he reluctantly slid his hands beneath mine and his palm finally pressing my blouse. His touch flattened my tits with each pumping presses. He moved my hands from blocking his view and tried the CPR again. His fingers splayed over the delicate saree. As he was focused on his life-saving emergency, I managed to peek at his deep concern.
But I also knew that he was feeling my breast and fighting his arousal within. He shook his head, removing his palm from cupping my breast, like he gave up. I feared he might call an ambulance.
“Maya!” he called me one last time gently tapping on my cheeks.
I gave nothing but a slight murmur to signal that I was not dead serious. However, continued to act limp and innocent.
I saw a change in him. A shift from panic to a spark in his eyes. The same spark I had seen in Lonavala. A signal of lust and arousal.
‘Did he find that I am faking?’ I asked myself and answered myself, ‘Just continue, Maya, if he knows that you are pretending. That would be better he knows you are not really in danger. Let him do something without pressing the panic button. See what he is up to.’ I convinced myself to continue feigning fainted.
“Heat Stroke… Suggest first aid… Person in an all-black dress,” he requested an AI tool to help.
It replied, “Move the person to a cool place. Loosen clothing. Apply cool water or ice. Give sips of water if conscious. If conditions worsen with no signs of improvement, call emergency.”
“Cool place…” he muttered, cranking the AC to 16 °C. The cold blow of air jolted my body.
“Loosen Clothing…” he murmured with a hesitation as his hands hovered over me.
“Maya?” he called me again in a low voice, probably not wanting a reply from me this time.
“You are all black… It traps heat. I need to release the heat…” he said something more, which I could not hear. He was justifying his moves, purely as an act of first aid.
I could still see the hesitation. His fingers trembled as if my saree’s fabric might scald him. He looked at my eyes, searching for permission, which I didn’t give.
‘You had got the guts to unbutton my shirt that night. Why hesitating now, Sam? It was dark at night, now its broad daylight. Maybe a part of him might be terrified that I will hate him if I catch him undressing me.’ I thought as he paused momentarily.
Then slid the pallu off my shoulder, carefully removing the safety pin that held my saree and the blouse in place. His finger brushed against my skin. He slid the saree off my torso, revealing my blouse and belly, exposing my navel.
His eyes lingered all around the exposed parts of my body. I showed ample cleavage, ensuring he did not stop it abruptly. He overcame the fleeting moment of hesitation and snapped back to his first aid task.
His fingers moved to my blouse. He fumbled with the first of the four unhooking he should do to remove that piece of clothing. He was shaking like someone defusing a bomb. One snap, he undid the first hook. I moved no muscle, to give him the much-needed confidence. He proceeded with one after the another and unhooked the final snap, the blouse falling open.
He splayed it to either sides like wings, exposing my breasts barely covered by a socked lace bra. It revealed my details clearly from the curves of my boobs to the outline of my areolas. My nipples were hard, as I lay vulnerably bare under his trembling gaze.
‘Sam, don’t you know that I am aware of your actions? Where are you heading to?’ I asked him inside my mind.
I could not believe lying there, blouse open like a silent invitation to him explore more. Of course, I needed him to explore every inch of me.
He gained some confidence, yet hovered his fingers over my bra. He missed noticing the hooks clasped on the front, nestled between my tits. He ran his fingers on the bra straps at my back, finding no hooks and came back to focusing on the front.
Spotting the hooks, he undid them one by one. It revealed my deep cleavage first, then half of the boobs glistening with sweat. Everything hung on the last hook, he eased the clasp, freeing the tension. My bra splayed wide, baring my round beauties. Catching the AC’s chill, my nipples tightened with perfectly defined borders of the areolas.
I swallowed my moans, struggling to stay limp and fainted in his eyes.
His mind must be oscillating between first aid and craving. With blouse open on either side and bra unhooked and spread, I was lying there still draped in my saree on my hips.
I presented myself as a fainted girl, unaware that her tits were exposed and rising slowly with each breath. I found it difficult to see his next move, without getting noticed. So, I waited with my closed eyes.
In the pretext of shifting me to a cooler spot, he slid his arms beneath and lifted me from the floor. My open blouse caught on his hold and slipped further until it fell down completely. He eased off my bra and settled me topless onto his lap.
“Maya! Maya! Wake up,” he whispered. As I twitched my eyes to sneak a look at him, he almost panicked, thinking I would wake up.
If I did so, he would have no answer for his actions. He might be praying inside that I see his act as an innocent first aid.
He avoided my face and shook me again. I did not respond, but my boobs did with a jiggle, teasing him further.
‘Fuck, Sam! Kiss my boobs, take it!’ I yearned inside. But he continued his so-called first aid of removing my clothes that trapped heat and relieve me from the sun stroke.
He laid me on a cushion. I felt his hand doing something on my waistline. I could not see it, but I was feeling a release. He wasn’t removing my saree tugged at my waistline into the petticoat. Now with the saree’s tug removed, he untied the petticoat’s knot with just two fingers. I felt nude, though the fabric still clung below my waist.
He struggled to pull it down. For just a fraction of second, I lifted my hips to ease things for him. He did not notice it, and he felt victorious after removing the fabric down inch by inch, revealing my laced panty, followed by my bare hairy thighs.
“You are still unconscious, Maya! That’s the last black!” his voice rasped with lust, definitely not first aid anymore. He was ogling at my almost-naked state.
He lifted me again, trying to ease me to the sofa. He placed my head first, shoulders and then my back gradually, trailing his hands.
‘God, what are you doing?’ I felt yelling out as he grabbed my panties’ waistband at my bum and rolled it down as he lowered me to rest on the sofa. He pulled the last piece of clothing from my body.
I was stark naked in broad daylight, right in his living room. First time ever in my life, I allowed this to happen. I exposed my hairy bush, but preventing my slick folds from his view.
I knew his focus would definitely be not on my eyes, hence I observed him freely. He froze, staring at my nakedness.
“Maya, I am helping you to recover from the heat stroke,” he reaffirmed it and stepped away.
I sank back, continuing my act of faint and remaining helpless.
‘Fuck you, Sam!’ I almost yelled when the ice hit my tits. He brought some ice cubes and started rubbing them all over my body. I got visible goose bumps, letting our mild moans, feigning regaining consciousness.
“Its working, Maya. You will be fine,” said Sam, continuing his ice treatment on my tummy, navel, and thighs. He was literally teasing me.
He did the unthinkable by pressing the ice not just on my pubic mound, but right on my clit, unknowingly. I could not hold it any longer. I let out a loud moan, pretending to gain consciousness. He jerked his hand back, dropping the ice on my pussy.
I fluttered my eyes and opened it slowly. I mocked a daze, like returning from a coma.
I looked at myself—naked and exposed like a naked sushi girl from Japan.
“Wha…? What…” I gasped for air and brought my hands to cover my chest and crossed myself to cover my breasts. Naturally, I got the shyness, to face him nude. I curled in my legs modestly to prevent him from seeing my pussy.
“Sam?!” I could not ask anything else.
He froze. Panic flooded his face, turning red and eyes could not meet mine. He gathered some courage and said, “You fainted! Heat stroke, Maya. I… I… Black clothes trap heat. So I thought of cooling you down by…”
I interrupted not interested to listen what I already knew, “I’m naked, Sam!”
“I didn’t mean to. But your blouse, bra and… everything was black, soaked in sweat and made the symptoms worse…” his voice broke without any words to explain.
He got freaked out for sure. Because according to him, that was the first time we were confronting each other under conscious state of mind. I also reacted like, nude for the first time in front of him. There was some truth to it as well. I have never been this stark nude to anyone.
Silence choked us. I fumbled for the saree, momentarily releasing my hands to bare my boobs. This time, he shifted his eyes elsewhere like a gentleman. I covered the damp saree over my body. It was sheer one layer of clothing, hid nothing by turned me into a cruel tease.
“I didn’t expect this…” I said with my heart racing.
“I am sorry, Maya. I…” he swallowed as guilt and lust catapulting him back and forth.
“Nope. I mean the heat stroke, Sam,” I interrupted his explanation.
“Still, I am sorry,” he said, making his first eye contact after a while.
“It’s okay. After all it’s you, Sam, seeing me like this,” I bit my lips pretending to be shy.
I felt enough of the teasing and opened up with him by confessing, “I know our crush on each other for so long. We had never expressed it. I was not ready for a relationship. But now I am okay with it. I mean, I don’t mind your act of desperation to help me out.”
I softened my gaze and made eye contact with ease. Speaking the truth, gave me some confidence. I saw him scanning my nakedness covered by the thin saree.
“Can you bring something to drink, Sam? I feel thirsty!”
He nodded fast, stumbled over and bolted to the kitchen.
I adjusted the saree, folded my legs and sat comfortably in the flimsy shield.
‘You did it, Maya!’ I smirked inside as I could play any card and win the game.
He grabbed mango juice, handed me a glass, pouring too quickly. My hand was shaking and he slipped the jar. Fuck! It poured all over my chest. The saree caught the spill and slid down instantly, baring my tits again. It was painted yellow with the thick mango juice.
“Ouch! Its ice-cold!” I yelled, closing my eyes and fist, shivering.
“Shit! Sorry, Maya!” he gasped, rushing to help me. He searched for something, probably a napkin.
He found nothing, so he brought his hands for the aid. He swiped with his fingers across my tits, slowly, smearing the juice. His gentle touch made my pussy clench with pulsating feel. He traced the curves of my domes, grazing the nipples, which sent jolts far beyond my clit. He wiped the juice from my body and collected it on the glass, till no single drop was left.
He cupped both my boobs and squeezed them sensually, finishing at my nipples to collect the traces of the mango juice. “It’s juicy everywhere, Maya,” he said gluing his eyes to my breasts.
“Are you juicing my mangoes now?” I asked with a smile.
He was in a trance, lost in lust, still kneading my assets he claimed as his own.
“Always… I dreamt of tasting these… juicy mangoes…” he murmured.
“Come again?” I smirked, leaning closer to him.
He removed his hands. His eyes almost butterfly kissed mine. “I’ve… this crush on you more than you, Maya. Wanted you since the first time I saw you!” he confessed.
I kissed him on his lips. It was a short one.
“You said, you dreamt of tasting them,” I whispered to him.
“Yes!” he tried to kiss my lips again.
“No. Taste them first,” I pushed him down to my chest.
He breathed hot against my nipples. He explored my breasts with his lips, kissing every inch of it, worshipping me. His tongue tasted the faint traces of the mango juice. He savoured not the fruit juice, but my fruits. He licked my boobs clean, making my nipples long for his latching.
He paused, and circled around one with his tongue. Teaser! Before I guessed, he planted his lips gulping one nipple and sucked it. He started slowly and them firmer, pulling my nipples with his teeth.
“AAH…” I moaned louder.
I arched my spine, giving him a better access. He switched to the next breast. My clit throbbed like a second heart.
His hand slid down, grazing my stomach. He stopped at my navel under the single layer of my saree. Pushing it aside, he exposed my thick bush. Though I was hairy, I always maintained my pussy clean with regular grooming.
“So hairy…” he muttered and parted it slow to unveil my secrets. His fingers traced my folds. It was damp, swollen and dripping. He felt my folds without entering in.
“Woah! It’s big,” that was his comment when he found my extra-large clit, buried underneath my pubic hair.
‘Was he taken aback, scared? Does he love it hairy?’ I was lost in thoughts of guessing his preference.
He eased me back, relaxing on the sofa. Brought my hips to the edge and spread my thighs into a wide V. I never had bared my pussy open to anyone like this.
I felt like an open platter of meal for his delight. He knelt on the floor and brought his face inches from my dripping treasure. The sunlight presented my details in high resolution to him.
“It’s shiny, and blushing pink, Maya,” he complemented my beauty.
I felt shy and proud at the same time.
“This jungle is hindering me, it’s okay,” he said, brushing the curls aside to get a clearer view. I closed my face with palm. I felt shy like anything, yet sneaky, peeking through my fingers.
He was mesmerized by my pussy, like he saw some goddess.
He kissed my navel first, circling its delicate hollow, like an artist tracing his canvas. He was savouring the saltiness of my sweat, while descending. He followed the trail of my pubic hair from my navel and entered the untamed forest of my pubic hair.
His nose brushed aside the bush, while feeling the musk of my womanhood. He found my hot and wet pussy, leaking a sacred fountain of my own honey already.
Slowly, he leaned in to sniff my scent, adjusting to its nature and planted a kiss on my vertical lips.
“Oh… My… God!” his moustache layered lips sent a unique jolt. His lips nibbled every possible grabs and explored the softness of my labia. He sucked them, drawing more juice out of my pussy like a vintner savouring the sweetest wine.
He found my clit, erect to his swirling. He sucked it the same way he did with my nipples. I pushed his head against my bush, all he could breathe was my scent. He did not stop licking my pussy, till making me loosen my grip.
My hips bucked and thighs quaked, as the intensity surged. I pulled his head back, before he plunged his tongue inside my tunnel.
“I cannot handle the pleasure any more,” I begged him to stop, giving me a break. His mouth glistened with my essence. I pulled him up to stand and kneeled.
I pulled his track pants down, and it easily gave up. He was not wearing any inner wear. His cock sprang free. Already erect, easily near eight inches with a pink head. A perfect cock by every sense, not overwhelming. The veins twisted across its length, adding an extra sex appeal to it. I held it and lost in thoughts.
Jignesh’s and Guru’s cock flashed in my mind. Uninvited. One was a mushroom head and another one was BBC, both were scary. But Sam’s dick was adorable and safe to try. No girl would hesitate to taste and devour.
“Hey… how long you gonna stare at it? It won’t bite you, Maya,” Sam’s word brought me back.
I pecked its head with my velvet lips, avoiding the pre-cum. It was warm and hard. He smelled masculine. I wrapped my fingers around it to feel it. I felt the pulse. When I smeared the pre-cum with my thumb, Sam groaned. Couldn’t resist, I cupped his balls. I held both of them together in my palm, feeling their weight.
I forgot mention. Unlike me, he was neatly shaved down there and tidy. He, too, maintained it well, leaving only the natural male scent, the kind that drives a woman wild. I got ready to explore a new thing.
My first blowjob.
I started licking from the base to the head. Slow and steady, tasting his flavour. He jerked. Still hesitant to kiss the opening with precum leaking, I focused on the rest of the penis. I licked the underside of the shaft, pulling his foreskin further and moved to his balls. His balls inside the sac, like a soft pouch, escaped my tongue’s swirls. I got hold of them by sucking them one by one and both together.
Sam squirmed. I wanted to own him. I made him sit on the sofa and continued my blowjob, sitting comfortably on the floor. I shredded my hesitation and took his bulb inside my mouth. Bit scared that my teeth should not hurt him. I learned instinctively to use my lips to guard his shaft. Then allowed my tongue to roll around his manhood.
“Am I doing it correctly?”
“I don’t know. But I am loving it, Maya.”
I could not take him inside fully, yet I held the base in my fist and took the rest in my mouth to avoid gagging reflex.
‘God, you are sucking him like a pro, Maya’—never thought my first blowjob would flow this smooth, all thanks to those late-night secret porn.
“Slow down. Please… Maya.” He slid off the sofa in a clumsy heap and lay on the floor.
I loved the way he moaned my name now and then. But I kept going, stroking his cock at the base, while my mouth engulfed the rest, lubricating with my saliva liberally. He was under my control – to the fullest.
“Maya… Maya… Please let me go…” he begged.
He twisted, unable to escape my hold. I firmly gripped his base with my hand as well. I locked my mouth on his cock like the hub of a wheel. He started spinning and our bodies pivoting around the cock in my mouth. We stopped when I landed on top of him and his face locked between my thighs.
69! We spun spontaneously. I heard him laughing out loud. He stopped pleading me to release his cock. I thought he found a way to bring me back to his control.
His tongue hit the velvet passage, straight away without fooling around my labias or lips. He plunged deep inside my slit.
“AAA…” I released his cock. Round two of cunnilingus began!
‘OMG! He is eating you alive. Taking you under his control, Maya’ I screamed inside.
I took his balls again, locking each other with our mouths, like remote controls. Each lick and suck went as a signal and a command. We own the battles alternatively, but nobody won the war that lasted for five minutes, maybe more. We paused for a minute, and continued our foreplay war.
He did the unexpected move, like everything was fair in love and war. A weapon I did not anticipate. He parted my pussy lips with his thumb and index finger, then slid his middle finger deep into my vagina.
“Fuck! This is cheating, Sam!” I screamed.
“Stop me if the cheat code doesn’t work,” he said while focusing on his exploration.
I lost it the moment his wet finger, touched my unexplored tunnel. My mouth popped off his balls and stood in four as he moved his finger delicately, feeling my softness. Not even a minute, I surrendered as my pussy besought more.
I wanted his cock, not his finger anymore. Condoms did not cross my mind, just pure sexual urge to experience the first fuck of a cock.
“I need you inside me! Stop playing!” I commanded him.
“Shall we move to the bed?” Sam asked.
“No… I want it right here,” I turned around to fuck on top of him.
Not even in my wild dreams I thought I would fuck Sam right on his living room. I spread my thighs, positioned his upright cock hovering at my entrance. I adjusted my pussy lips, letting it kiss his cock head twice to ensure the angle was correct.
“Wait…” I spit some saliva and lubed his cock one last time, “First time, so do it slow,” I insisted.
I pressed down, not entering, just teasing his bulb. I sank slowly, feeling the stretch of my pussy. I was ready to swallow his cock, like Riya took in Guru’s cock.
‘Here is my cock’, I thought I would boast later.
His head entered me, almost an inch. I pushed back and forth, just fucking his penis bulb.
“I am ready now…” I said, getting ready for the final push to send in seven more inches. Barely another inch went in…
The fucking doorbell shattered everything!
My heart lurched, our pleasure turned into a panic. If someone opened the door right now, the intruder would see a sex scene: Maya sitting stark naked on Sam with glistening pussy nudged by a cock. What if it is the intruder was Jignesh? He could enjoy seeing my bushy pussy, free boobs and sitting on squatting position over his brother’s penis.
The room reeked of our sex juices and mango juice. My saree, blouse, bra, and petticoat were discarded in a heap. They would confess what happened in the room.
While I was lost in tremor of being caught in the act, Sam reacted quickly.
“Dress up!”
He searched for his track pants and t-shirt. I scrambled to find my panties, petticoat and wore them first. Sam found my blouse and threw it.
“The bra?”
The doorbell rang again twice.
“Forget it!”
I wore the blouse without the bra, fumbling the hooks – wrong and crooked. My nipples were obviously visible without a bra.
‘Manage it with the saree! Idiot!’ I heard a scream inside my head.
I wrapped the saree, still sloppy with messy pleats. The mango juice’s dampness made it sticking sheer at my pally, revealing my blouse. I looked like a drenched record dancer. Leaving no time to adjust, I found my bra on the sofa. I grabbed it and stuffed into the pyjama bag that I had brought to return to Sam.
Sam already yanked up his t-shirt and track pants, with a tent visible.
“Look at that,” I pointed him, laughing amidst the chaos.
“Shit!” He managed to tuck it under the elastic waistband.
Sam checked everything once and walked to the door as it opened from the outside. The hidden spare key in the shoe rack! Lucky the idiot, whomsoever, had not used it earlier.
Jignesh stepped in. Every one frozen. Sam did not expect his brother so soon. I was in shock and disgust to see him. For Jignesh, it could be a pleasant surprise, seeing me in a messy, dishevelled saree and faint view of blouse ajar and traces of my body through the sheer wetness.
“Whoa!” Jignesh exclaimed with a smirk. “Maya… what happened?”
“Hi Jigs, just now I reached. Isn’t it too hot out there?” I forced a smile, conveying that I was sweating profusely.
“Yes it is too hot,” he said looking at me from head to toe, sending a jolt of embarrassment in me. He continued, “Looks like you wrestled and anaconda in mud.”
He noticed the yellow traces of the mango juice.
“She spilled the juice, Jigs. You said you will be coming tomorrow?” Sam cut the talk.
I used the moment of diversion to adjust my pallu.
“Done with my work. Is there any work in progress here?” he teased Sam as his cock escaped the waistband and forming a tent again.
“Hey Sam, here is your pyjama. Leena is waiting for me. Catch you guys later,” I cooked up to escape the further embarrassment. I knew Jigs would not stop digging into the matter.
“Bye, Sam. Bye Jigs.” I walked out swiftly handing over the bag to Sam.
Every step, undid my saree’s tugs, and it was all messy when I rushed down the stairs. I looked around, finding no one in the basement, I tugged the saree tighter, refolding the pleats and did my level best to get a proper look. Still, I looked like a cheap record dancer.
To my shock, the same auto driver waited near the basement.
‘Is he stalking?’ I doubted.
“Want auto, madam?” he asked.
It was daytime, so I gathered my courage, as I always carry a pepper spray. I got into his auto.
“Same location,” I said.
“Okay, ma’am,” he said adjusting his rearview mirror to watch me.
Surely he was stalking me, I confirmed. I travelled with fear, but he did nothing but looking at me occasionally and dropped me safely at my place.
“Madam, check your dressing properly before leaving the house. The city is not safe. Consider me as your brother,” he advised.
I nodded and walked to my house. I rang the doorbell as it was latched inside. Waiting for Leena, allowed me some breathing space to rebound myself.
Somewhat relaxed, yet my body screamed at me for denying. I felt an ache in between my thighs. Like a river failed to reach the ocean, I found my wetness dripping unanswered. My mind stuck on that moment—on the cock I didn’t get to ride.
‘Next time! Finish the fuck what you have started, Maya!’ I yelled at myself.
— (To be continued)
