Greetings to all readers of XIS. Once again, it’s Kumar from Bangalore writing. I’ve had a lot of great feedback from readers. I would welcome the support and encouragement from readers, as it inspires writers like me to share the stories and interestingly present them.
The story I am sharing today involves my neighbour Vaishu (that’s her nickname). When this incident occurred, she was in her early thirties. She is originally from Kerala. But she and her husband moved to Bangalore because of their respective jobs.
All of our neighbours were out of contact with me, except for the landlord. I used to leave my house in the morning and return in the evening after work. That was how I lived every day.
One random weekend, I stopped by a nearby supermarket to pick up some snacks. After removing the products, I proceeded to the billing counter. Right in front of me was a woman. She also put her stuff on the track after I did. Our two goods were misplaced.
Considering that we both came together, the billing person created a single charge just for us. I felt embarrassed of myself for it. When the invoice was completed, she said not to worry. I gave her the amount on my bill when we left the supermarket, and then we parted ways.
A few days later, on my way home from work, I noticed her with a kid close to my apartment. We exchanged pleasantries. I then headed to my apartment. She was waiting for her child’s school bus two blocks away in the morning. Then I discovered that she lived two blocks away from me and was my neighbour.
We used to exchange greetings now and then. This continued for a few days. We had the opportunity to discuss some concerns about our street with one another one day. After exchanging phone numbers, we began exchanging sporadic messages.
Those texts evolved into informal discussions about our lives. Her spouse, she claimed, works long shifts. She is a homemaker, and she has most of her time to herself. Our texts later evolved into phone calls and long with random conversations.
She was left alone for three days when her spouse and child took a holiday to their home country. She hesitated for some time before accepting my request for a movie and dinner. After that, we were going to leave at noon and return at night.
I prepared myself to go out and sent her an SMS. After twenty minutes, she replied, and I went to her house to pick her up. I was astounded by her appearance and beauty when she arrived wearing tight trousers and a T-shirt. I couldn’t stop staring at her because she had a golden sun-like light. I
snapped back to reality when she waved at me. Next, we watched a movie and went shopping. I promised to give her a gift and urged her to buy what she needed. She gave in to my pleas when I asked her to choose whatever she wanted. She was experimenting with some casual dresses.
I led her to the western area and requested that she give it a shot. She then tried on a few more costumes and then took one dress that she liked the most. We then returned home after dinner. She extended an invitation to her home for the first time.
After we went inside, she asked me to sit down on the couch. She then went to change and returned, holding a glass of water. We struck up a conversation about random topics. Given that her spouse is often preoccupied at work, she claimed that today was the best day in a long time.
I suggested she try on the dress she had purchased earlier and show it to me. After promising to give the dress a try, she left for her room. My anxiety peaked at that moment. She carried a red one-piece garment without a back. She looked sexy in that dress.
I complimented her and held her hand. She reddened. When I boldly said, “Vaishu, you look so hot and sexy.” She responded that her spouse had never given her such praise. She shivered when I planted a kiss on her hands. I apologized to her and stopped acting that way.
We did not exchange words. I abruptly ended the stillness by telling her I was going. She put her hands on mine, gave me a strong hug, and started crying. I was taken aback. I didn’t anticipate that happening. “You made my day,” she exclaimed, adding that she had been longing for a man’s touch for a long time.
She gave me a cheek and a lip kiss. As if there was no tomorrow, we began kissing. After more than twenty minutes of tongue-sucking and saliva-sharing, we broke the kiss to breathe. Taking her to the couch, I made her lie in my arms. I kissed her forehead, her eyes, her cheeks, and her ears.
I gave her another lip kiss, then lowered myself to her feet and began to kiss. Sucked from her big toe, travelled up to her thighs, and pulled off her damp panty. I desired to lick every inch of her body. I asked her if she had any chocolate syrup or honey. It’s in the refrigerator, she said.
I grabbed some chocolate syrup from the refrigerator and doused her pussy with it. I began to eat and suck like a crazy dog. She was letting out happy moans. Her juice arrived too soon, and I drank it all. She then approached me and gave me a full face of kisses.
She took off my shirt and proceeded to nibble my neck, nipples, and chest while sipping on chocolate syrup. She quickly took off my pants, grabbed my 6-inch cock, and began stroking it. I felt as though I was on cloud nine as she slowly took it in her mouth and began sucking.
I was going to cum after five minutes, but I didn’t want to end this right away. I removed my cock from her mouth as a result.
Vaishu: Why did you do that?
Kumar: Let me also give you some pleasure since I don’t want to end so quickly.
I squatted down in front of her pussy and began to slowly lick it after saying that. She began muttering something that I was unable to understand.
Kumar: I did not hear you.
Vaishu: My spouse has never been so introspective. He merely licks my pussy for a minute or two to get it wet enough for him to penetrate effortlessly. I have never experienced anything like this, and you have gone so far. Don’t ask questions. Just carry on with your hunt.
I complied with her request and continued to lick her ass for fifteen minutes. During this time, I saw her legs and body tremble two or three times, which I took to be her orgasms. Then, as I was lying on top of her, we resumed kissing, my cock coming into contact with her pussy lips.
I positioned myself so that my cock was just beginning to faintly press on her pussy. Throughout that period, she continued to make moaning noises. I continued to gently and slowly pierce her hot pussy. After two minutes, her pussy completely engulfed my cock.
This time, I lifted her and began to fuck her in a missionary position. During this whole time, she was making all these strange moaning sounds. I made her ride me after five minutes of fucking in missionary, so I could see her bouncing 34-size boobs.
That’s what she did, too, and the cowgirl position was way more fun than the missionary one. My penis was able to penetrate her pussy somewhat further. She continued to move, and her breasts were bouncing. It was a beautiful thing to witness.
Five more minutes later, I was informed that I was going to cum. “I’ll get my period in a day or two. It is safe to shoot it inside,” she stated. She would not stop jumping on me. I gave up trying to control it and let my come go inside her pussy.
She appeared pleased with what we accomplished, and I felt like I expelled a lot of cum today out of joy. “I love you, Kumar,” she added as she lay on the bed next to me after that. I told her, “I also love you, Vaishu,” in response. We used to fuck in her apartment anytime we had the chance after that.
That’s all for today, and I hope everyone enjoyed reading this story. Please feel free to drop your comments or feedback via Hangouts or email at [email protected]. I will respond to everyone.
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