Previous Part: No Fap leads to more fap! – Part 1 (Hijab girl on train)
As all of you would have guessed, I started following her but kept a good distance between us. After some distance, she turned back and noticed me. After walking for some time, there was an intersection. The husband went on the right, whereas the woman went on the left.
I kept following her. She kept on looking back to check if I was not lost. We reached a building inside a lane, and she went inside. There was no lift and only stairs. She reached the 2nd floor and waited at the end of the stairs. I reached near her.
She asked me to stay silent and follow her inside the house. It was an old-style home. 2 rooms except the hall separated by curtains. She told me to get inside one of the rooms and said she would be back. While going into the room, I noticed an old lady lying on the bed in the other room.
As I entered the other room, I noticed that a small cot and a stool were lying around. An old-looking door in front of the cot was locked from inside. There were a few holes in the door. I tried peeking in, but it was too dark inside.
I sat on the cot and was looking around when I noticed a tab lying around. It was not password protected. So I opened it and started exploring it. I went to the gallery and realised it was the heroine’s tab.
There were many selfies and some family photos. She looked very different without her hijab and in modern clothes. Being an IT guy, I explored it further and was able to find a hidden folder and delete items easily. That folder was like a jackpot.
There were many topless selfies with erotic expressions and videos of her pleasuring herself. I thought I would have to break my no-fap. But then the humanity inside me woke up. I realised I was not doing the right thing by accessing someone’s private images.
I locked the tab and kept it aside, waiting for the lady to come into the room, but even after 10 minutes, she was yet to come. I sneaked outside and noticed she was preparing food. I thought of waiting a bit longer.
Meanwhile the blood in my body went from my brain to dick. I went behind her, hugged her and started kissing her neck. She was shocked and was trying to get free, but I kept the grip tight. Soon, with time, she started melting and started enjoying herself.
Small pecks on her neck followed by slowly roaming my hand on her stomach. My dick slowly adjusting to the shape of her ass made her forget about her worries and enjoy the present.
I was approaching her breasts. But moving back to the stomach as soon as I reached near them peaked her excitement. She was trying to return the favour by moving her hips. But she was too engrossed in enjoying.
She came back to her senses and pushed me to the room, stating she would be there in 10 minutes. She quickly prepared the food and went on to feed the old lady lying on the cot. After a few minutes, there was a loud sound of the plate banging on the floor.
She came out angrily, cursed something, locked the door and came to my room. I initially thought of continuing the act. But then realised she needed to calm down. I gave her some water and made her sit on the cot.
She started cursing the old lady. Stating that she was taking care of her, but the old lady always disrespected her. I told her that you shouldn’t curse your mother, and then she gave me a stern look.
I realised I said something wrong. She said the lady was the first wife of her husband. She got paralysed 1 year back, and soon after that, her husband married her. I was surprised. I asked her why she agreed to the wedding when there was such a huge age difference.
She belonged to a poor family in the village. One day, she came from school and this old guy was having a serious discussion with her parents. In a week, her wedding was done without her consent. Her poor parents were provided with some money. Saying this, she started crying.
I gave her a hug and tried to console her. It took a while, after which she stopped crying. Slowly, she brought her lips near mine, and we started kissing. Pushing me on the cot, she took dominance over me by getting over me without breaking the kiss.
She got over me while my hand was exploring her waist. She slowly started unbuttoning my shirt while I was figuring out how to remove her burqa. She understood my problem, laughed a bit and removed the burqa by herself. I froze while admiring her beauty.
The breasts, not big but not small as well, the tits all pointed out. The skin was flawless and smooth as silk. I sat on the cot and started kissing her neck while pressing her waist.
She started enjoying it, moaning in slow motion. Slowly, I approached her breasts, kissing around the nipples but not kissing them. The yearning was clearly visible on her face.
At last, she held my face and shoved it on her nipples. I gave a bite, and she moaned. We both looked into each other’s eyes, smiled and continued our act. I was facing the old door. Suddenly, I saw some light flashing out of one of the holes (of the door).
It didn’t take me long to realise that someone was recording us. I got up from the cot. I kept her aside and then tried to unlock the door. It didn’t open. I pushed the door a couple of times. Since the door was an old one, it opened up.
It was a small room where the husband of the girl was recording our act with a handheld camera.
To be continued.