Hi friends, Jeevan (GV) is back after a long hiatus since my last story, ‘Carpooling Turns Profitable!’
Today, I’m going to tell you about an incident that gave me a taste of Punjabi nectar. It had been a couple of months since Shweta had left for the US on an onsite assignment. After months of busy work, I started exercising on my terrace.
I noticed my attractive neighbour, Nisha. She’s a stunning Punjabi woman who is a slightly taller version of Wamiqa Gabbi. As I was doing sit-ups, I heard a loud shriek from somewhere nearby. I stood up to see an ample desi woman in a tank top and shorts standing on the ledge of the neighbouring terrace.
Her face was red as strawberry. Her ample bosom, barely contained by the tank top, was rising and falling as fast as she was hyperventilating. The object of her explosive display of emotion was a retreating lizard, obviously her pet peeve.
I slowly approached her.
I told her in a low, assuring voice, “I think you scared it away, so it is safe to get down from the ledge.” She was so scared that she stepped off the ledge of her house to my terrace. The villas are located very close to each other. She literally fell into my arms while breathing heavily.
As she started to breathe normally, she realised whose body she was hugging tightly. She got even redder with embarrassment. She immediately stepped back a little and apologised profusely. I reassured her that its ok and such things happen. We are all human, after all.
We introduced ourselves and I gave her my number and suggested that she call me in case she faces any issues. Later that night, as I was working, I got a WhatsApp text with a Hi and a smiley, followed by “How is my saviour?” I realised the identity of the sender.
I replied, “Much better, now that I heard from the fair lady.” She asked how I guessed who she was. I told her, “Well, I saved you and the lizard, and I don’t think the lizard has WhatsApp.” She replied with a LOL emoji and “OMG.”
After the usual discussions about “how was your day,” she asked me if I would like to have brunch with her the next day. I replied with an eager “Yes.”
Nisha: What do you like to have?
Me: Whatever you can feed me! (winking emoji)
Nisha: Oh, are we still talking about food? (raised eyebrow emoji)
Me: I am an impartial eater. I am at your mercy.
Nisha: Somebody likes to be dominated (wink emoji)
Me: Those who submit get their stomach filled.
Nisha: Just stomach?
Me: That’s highly cir-Cum-stantial.
Nisha: We will see. I got to go now.
The next morning, I woke up at 10 am and went to the terrace for my daily workout. But my mind and my hormones were focused on the terrace next door. Finally, Nisha appeared in a tight tee and satin shorts, which shamelessly announced her curviness!
She told me she finishes her chores after her husband goes to the office and her son gets on the school bus. I asked her about her day’s plans. She replied, “Tumhe khilana pilana hai, na.” (I have to feed you.)
She went inside and texted me at around 11 am, inviting me to her home. She also suggested I come to her terrace door. The main gate is visible to all neighbours and all CCTV aunties. I entered the terrace door and started going down the stairs.
The aroma of cooking made my stomach rumble. As I went to the kitchen, I saw her, in a satin nightgown, frying up fresh ‘bhaturas.’ She seemed to have no innerwear as her nipples were clearly outlined from the thin satin fabric. After staring for a moment, I asked, “Is it ‘chhole bhaturey’ on the menu?”
“Among other things,” she replied with a naughty smile. She realised where I was staring. I helped her carry the food to the dining table and had my fill of the spicy delicacy (no pun intended). After a heavy brunch, I also helped her clear the table and carry the dishes to the sink.
She sighed and said, “I wish all men were so helpful with the chores. My husband would have just walked away from the table, leaving all the work to me.” Then she got 2 cups of black coffee, and we settled on the sofa comfortably.
Then she told me her story. She married at the young age of 19 as her parents wanted to get rid of her. Her husband seemed to be caring at the beginning. But after their child was born, he became too engrossed in his work, completely ignoring her, her happiness and her needs.
I shifted a little closer to the sofa and showed my palm. She kept hers on mine. As we held hands, I took her hand and started caressing the back of her hand on my cheek. She, too, shifted closer to me and kept her head on my shoulder while keeping her other hand on my thigh.
After god knows how many minutes of speechless closeness, I kept my other hand on her head. I started to caress her silky hair slowly. Despite her boring married life, Nisha had been taking care of herself and kept herself well-groomed.
Maybe that was her indulgence, to take care of herself when no one else cared. “Your hair is just like silk. You should model for Loreal or something,” I said. She gave a sad smile and replied, “Keep doing that. I have never had my hair caressed like this.”
I kept running my fingers through the silky forest. I could feel her chest rise and fall with her deep breaths. It seemed like our hearts were beating in sync. I couldn’t stop myself and decided to take a leap of faith. I planted a soft kiss on her forehead.
Her breathing seemed to stop as I sensed her surprise. But her face stayed the same. I started giving more soft kisses on her forehead. Even she could feel the heat of my rapid breaths on her scalp. She smelled of some fragrant shampoo and raw lust. I continued my kissing.
She suddenly raised her face a little, and one of my kisses landed on her eyes. I didn’t stop. I kept one hand under her chin. I raised her face slightly and kept kissing every place on her face except her lips. As my lips brushed over her nose, she held the hair at the back of my head.
She bashed her lips over mine and gave me a taste of her hunger. Her lips pried open my own. I could taste her tongue, a mix of coffee and saliva. Our tongues tried to intertwine like two snakes mating. Our saliva mixed and my hand went to her back, as her hand went to my chest.
We caressed each other like that while trying to have our fill of each other’s mouths. After a few minutes of mouth surfing, we stepped back to catch our breaths, and realisation dawned. Her face went red again, totally flushed on waking up to the reality of adultery.
As I had no such inhibitions, I asked in a low voice, “Shall I leave?” She closed her eyes and replied, “If you leave now, I will never be able to care about my happiness ever again.” She literally jumped onto my lap. We started open-mouth kissing again. This time, with zero reluctance.
She pushed her hand under my tee and started caressing my hairy chest. I started caressing her silky back over her satin robe. I slowly dragged my nails from her neck to her waist. She breathed in sharply and started biting my lips. At the same time, her fingernails found my nipples and started circling it.
Her other hand slowly went upwards from my thighs and settled on my restrained hard-on. My other hand was slowly tracing the lines of her face and then I pulled my face away from hers. She was about to give me a confused look. I pulled her head closer.
I started tracing the line from her forehead to her ears and settled on her earlobes. I started nibbling on her earlobe. I could feel her heightened arousal as her fingertips started rubbing my nipples inside my tee. I ran my lips from her ear lobes to the area below her ears.
Nisha let out a soft moan. I kept kissing her neck and gradually came down to her shoulder. My tongue lashed out at her shoulder blade area, forcefully licking her collarbones. Nisha pushed her head back and gave me full access to her throat as if offering it to me on a plate.
I started sucking the entire area without a care if I left hickies. After all, if her husband had noticed such things, we wouldn’t have reached the current situation. I kept licking and sucking her throat. My hands went to the hems of her robe and started slowly opening it.
My lips kept moving down to her chest. Her milky skin was getting more and more red and pink with my incessant kisses. Nisha’s well endowed in the boobs area. I could feel the rapid rhythm of her heavy breasts. They rose and fell as if demanding my attention.
How could I deny such a call? I slid the hem of her robe off her shoulders. As there was no bra to obstruct my invasion, I started eating up her super-soft boobs. I was careful not to touch her stiff nipples yet. I held both breasts in my palms from below and started squeezing them.
I kept licking in the middle. Nisha held my head and pushed her left nipple into my mouth. I started running the tip of my tongue around it and clamped my teeth over it like I wanted to bite it off. Nisha started moaning and hissing like her inner engine was going to overload.
My left hand closed over her left nipples. I started tweaking it between my fingertips. Nisha’s nipples were in the shape of Hershey’s Kiss chocolates. I was sucking and rubbing her nipples. Nisha’s hand pulled the elastic of my tracks and slid inside, trying to find my raging hard-on.
As her soft palm closed over my cock, she started caressing and tugging it out of my tracks. Nisha pushed her chest outwards, offering me more and more of her soft boobs. They were soft like hot rasgullas but ten times the size. My hands were not big enough to hold them entirely.
I was squeezing them like I was pumping oxygen into my mouth, and I would die if I stopped. I pulled my mouth back and raised her breasts. I started licking the undersides, which I know are super sensitive. That proved to be true as Nisha’s moaning got louder.
She let go of my cock, held the bottom edge of my tee and pulled it up and over my head. I, too, removed her robe from her shoulders. There she was, with the robe pooled around her waist. The edge of a peach-coloured panty was visible under her belly.
I went mad at seeing this and pushed her back on the sofa, making her lie down. I got down to the floor, went on my knees and started kissing her belly. My left hand was playing with her boobs. My right hand was trying to squeeze her thighs. Nisha had one hand holding my head from the back and pulling my hair.
Her left hand was playing with her other breast. Her nipples were already as stiff as my cock. I started to run my tongue around her navel, and I could feel her shivers run over her tummy in waves. The tip of my tongue entered the navel. I started moving it in and out as if I was sucking her pussy.
Nisha started calling out, “You want to kill me, fucker?” I started squeezing her breasts and rubbing her nipples. My left palm came over her crotch as I could feel the heat and humidity like a steam sauna! Nisha was wet AF! I made her sit up and rest her back against the sofa.
Her hips were resting on the edge of the sofa. I moved back a little and started kissing her feet, licking the space between her toes and sucking her toes alternately. Nisha grasped the fabric of the sofa and was writhing like she was under a spell, which she was!
I started kissing her feet and calves. I was taking my own time, relishing the taste and feel of her skin. Nisha hadn’t waxed her legs, as I liked it. I was slowly biting her calves in mouthfuls as I kept moving up her legs. When I reached her thighs, Nisha opened her legs, giving me access to the inner sides.
I started sucking and kissing the inside of her thighs and leaving large, red splotches all over her kin. I raised my face from her thighs. I could see that her panty had darkened with her oozing wetness. Some of her precum had soaked out the fabric and was trickling down in a thin stream.
This sight unleashed the beast within me. I dropped everything else and plonked my lips over her crotch, sucking her wetness from over the thin material. Nisha let out another moan and opened her legs wider. I placed myself just under the couch and folded her legs from her knees.
That gave me full access to her oozing crotch. As I inhaled the aroma of her musky, salty pre-cum, Nisha said, “Remove it. Nangaa kar de mujhe.” (Make me naked). I slowly slid my hand under her hips. Nisha anticipated what was next and raised her hips a little.
I held her panty on both sides of her hips and slowly pulled it off. Her dripping panty came off, smearing her wetness all over her thighs. Her pussy lips opened up as if they were liberated. I started licking all the smeared wetness from her thighs.
Nisha thrust her soaked pussy towards me. It appeared very recently waxed. It made me think about when she planned our ‘all-you-can-eat brunch.’ I took my face closer. I took deep breaths, taking in the aroma of her musk and her juices. It was so intoxicating.
I couldn’t help but think, why would anyone go for any artificial drugs when one could indulge in this narcotic? I started to blow hot air over her pussy. Nisha started shivering more and more. I started licking the entire area around the pussy lips, taking care not to touch the actual lips.
As I licked and sucked the corners of her crotch, Nisha uttered an eager “Madarchodh.” She held my hair and pushed it over her lips a-la-down under.
My lips and nose were inseparable from her pussy. I started licking the slit up and down, sucking up all the oozing juices.
Nisha was writhing like a serpent. The waves of her shivering were moving over skin soft skin like a lake surface during a storm. I pulled my face back a little. I used the forefinger and thumb of my right hand, opened up the top of her pussy lips and found her clit.
It looked as stiff as her nipples. Before Nisha could understand what was going on, I clamped my lips over her clit. I started sucking it vigorously. As soon as my lips closed over her clit, I put both hands up to her breasts. I started kneading them and rubbing her nipples.
With my triple ministrations, Nisha couldn’t tolerate it any more. Her hips went from shivering to a tight lock. I realised what was about to happen and sucked her clit even more strongly. Nisha wanted to say something, but her breath choked in her throat.
She raised her hips, and her first orgasm hit her like a runaway train. She stiffened up and started squirting her juices all over my face and neck. Most of her cum entered my mouth as I gladly lapped it up. Her orgasm went on and on for what seemed to be an eternity. But actually, it was about 30-40 seconds.
Finally, Nisha’s raised hips fell back on the couch, defeated, spent, and satiated. There was total silence in that moment. I did nothing to break it, waiting for Nisha to recover on her own steam. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought she passed out.
But I did know better, waiting for her mind to come back to awareness. After a few minutes, Nisha raised her head and looked around as if she was waking up from a deep sleep. It took her a while to come to terms with the reality around her.
Here she was, stark naked as the day she was born, half dangling from her couch, with a man she had known just a couple of days since. She told me later that this was her first ever intense orgasm.
If you want me to continue the story, feel free to leave your comments. I will post the 2nd part.