The spare key clicked softly in the lock as Rahul pushed the door open, stepping into the quiet apartment. He had texted Roshni earlier about coming by to fix the leaky faucet in her kitchen, but she hadn’t responded. Probably busy, he thought, shrugging it off. He didn’t mind letting himself in. After all, he was the landlord.
The apartment was silent except for the faint hum of the ceiling fan spinning lazily above. Rahul moved through the living room, his sneakers barely making a sound on the polished wooden floor. He was about to call out her name when something caught his eye – something that made his breath hitch in his throat.
There she was, sprawled across the couch, completely naked. Her long black hair fanned out over the cushions, and one arm was draped lazily over her stomach. But what really stopped him cold was the sight of the dildo still nestled between her thighs, glistening slightly under the soft afternoon light streaming through the window.
For a moment, Rahul just stood there, frozen. His heart pounded in his chest, and he could feel the heat rising in his cheeks – and elsewhere. This is wrong, a voice in his head whispered. But another, louder voice drowned it out: She’s so beautiful. His eyes roamed over her body, taking in every curve, every dip. Her breasts rose and fell with each slow breath, her nipples hard even in her sleep. The dildo looked almost too big for her, but she seemed comfortable with it, her lips parted slightly as if lost in some dream.
Before he could stop himself, Rahul pulled out his phone. Just one photo, he told himself, though he knew it wasn’t true. He snapped a few pictures, the click of the camera shutter sounding impossibly loud in the silence. Then, without thinking, he crouched down beside her, his fingers trembling as he reached out to brush against her breast.
Her skin was warm and soft, and he held his breath as his thumb grazed her nipple, feeling it stiffen under his touch. His other hand wandered lower, trailing down her stomach until his fingertips were brushing against the base of the dildo. He could feel the heat radiating from her, smell the faintest hint of her arousal.
Roshni stirred, a soft moan escaping her lips.
Rahul froze again, his heart racing. But she didn’t wake up. Instead, she shifted slightly, her legs parting just a little more, giving him an even better view. He couldn’t help himself – he leaned in, pressing a tentative kiss to her inner thigh. She smelled incredible, like vanilla and sweat and something uniquely her.
But then reality came crashing back. What am I doing? He jerked away, standing up so quickly he nearly tripped over his own feet. He took one last look at her, committing the image to memory, before slipping out of the apartment as quietly as he had come.
Outside, he leaned against the wall, trying to steady his breathing. His jeans felt uncomfortably tight, and he adjusted himself awkwardly before pulling out his phone again. The photos were still there, vivid and impossible to ignore. He stared at them for a moment before shoving his phone back into his pocket.
Then, with a deep breath, he rang the doorbell.
It took Roshni five minutes to answer the door. When she finally appeared, she was dressed – sort of. A tight crop top clung to her chest, her nipples clearly visible beneath the thin fabric, and a pair of shorts hugged her hips. Her hair was slightly disheveled, and there was a sleepy, confused look in her eyes.
“Oh, hey,” she said, leaning against the doorframe. “I must’ve fallen asleep. Sorry about that.”
Rahul forced a smile, trying to act normal. “No worries. Just here to fix the faucet.”
She stepped aside to let him in, and he couldn’t help but notice the way her shorts rode up as she moved. God, she’s killing me.
They made small talk as he worked on the faucet, the air between them thick with tension neither of them acknowledged. When he was done, she offered him a cup of coffee, and he accepted without thinking.
They sat together on the couch – the same couch where he had found her earlier – sipping their coffee in awkward silence. Then, disaster struck. Roshni knocked her cup over, spilling hot coffee all over her shirt.
“Shit!” she gasped, jumping up. The fabric clung to her skin, and he could see every detail of her chest through it.
“I’m so sorry,” she said, pulling the shirt off in one swift motion. Underneath, she wore nothing.
“Sorry, I don’t tend to wear clothes in this summer when I am home alone,” she said, “now that you have seen everything, I will sit topless only.”
He tried not to stare, but it was impossible. Her nipples were hard, her skin flushed from the heat of the spilled coffee. She didn’t seem embarrassed – in fact, she looked almost defiant as she settled back onto the couch, crossing her legs casually.
“So,” she said, glancing at him sideways, “what do you think?”
Rahul thought he was going to lose his mind, but all he said was, “You look… amazing.”
Roshni smiled, a slow, teasing smirk that made his heart race. “Thanks.” She leaned back, stretching languidly, and he couldn’t help but notice the way her chest moved with the motion.
After a while, she excused herself to take a shower, leaving him alone with his thoughts. And what thoughts they were. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her lying there, naked and vulnerable, the dildo still inside her.
When she returned, she was wet and glistening from the shower, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped loosely around her body. Her hair dripped onto her shoulders, and she didn’t seem to care that he was watching as she walked past him.
“Forgot my clothes,” she said with a shrug, letting the towel slip just enough to give him a glimpse of bare skin.
Rahul’s eyes followed her every movement, his mouth dry.
She turned to face him, leaning against the doorway in a classic seduction pose.
“So… how are you finding your summer?” she asked, her voice low and sultry.
“Pretty spicy, actually,” Rahul replied.
She chuckled softly, a sound that sent shivers down his spine. “I bet it is.”
And then she crossed the room, closing the distance between them in a few confident strides. Her hands found his chest, and she pressed herself against him, her lips brushing against his ear.
“Do you want to make it even hotter?” she whispered.
He didn’t need to answer. His hands were already on her waist, pulling her closer. Their lips met in a searing kiss, and any semblance of restraint vanished.
Roshni pulled back slightly, her breathing heavy, her lips swollen from the intensity of their kiss. She tilted her head, a sly smile spreading across her face. “You’re not bad at this, Rahul,” she teased, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest. “But let’s see how you handle a little… challenge.”
He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What kind of challenge?” he asked, his voice low and rough with desire.
She stepped back, swaying her hips as she walked over to the coffee table where a deck of playing cards lay scattered. Picking them up, she turned to him with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Strip poker,” she said simply, shuffling the cards with practiced ease. “Every time you lose a hand, you lose an article of clothing.”
Rahul laughed nervously, running a hand through his hair. “You’re serious?”
“Deadly serious,” she purred, sitting down on the couch and patting the spot beside her. “Unless you’re too scared?”
That did it. His competitive nature kicked in, and he joined her, sitting so close that their thighs brushed. “Deal the cards,” he said, his voice steady despite the heat building between them.
The first few hands were tame, both of them testing the waters. But then Roshni won, and with a triumphant grin, she pointed at his shirt. “Off,” she commanded.
He hesitated for only a moment before pulling it over his head, revealing his toned, athletic body. Her eyes raked over him appreciatively, and she bit her lip. “Not bad,” she murmured, dealing the next hand.
This time, Rahul won, and he smirked as he gestured to her crop top. “Your turn.”
She didn’t hesitate. In one fluid motion, she lifted the top over her head and tossed it aside, leaving her naked from the waist up. Her nipples hardened under his gaze, and she leaned forward, giving him a better view. “Like what you see?” she asked, her voice dripping with seduction.
He swallowed hard, struggling to focus on the game. “Next hand,” he muttered, his voice strained.
The tension in the room grew thicker with each passing moment. Roshni won the next round, and she pointed at his pants. “Those have to go,” she said, her tone playful but firm.
He stood up, unbuttoning his jeans and letting them fall to the floor. He was left in just his boxers, which did little to hide the bulge growing beneath them. Roshni’s eyes lingered there, and she licked her lips, clearly enjoying the effect she had on him.
The next hand went to Rahul, and he gestured to her shorts. “Off,” he said, his voice tinged with authority.
She stood up slowly, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and sliding them down her legs. She stepped out of them, now completely naked standing in front of him. The sight of her bare, glistening skin made his breath hitch. “Your move,” she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation.
They continued playing, the stakes rising with each loss. Soon, they were both completely naked, their bodies bare and exposed to each other. The air between them crackled with electricity, every touch sending sparks through them.
Finally, Roshni threw down her cards with a laugh. “I win again,” she said, her eyes dark with desire. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear. “Now what are you going to do about it?”
Rahul didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her onto his lap, their bodies pressing together in a heated embrace. Their lips met in a bruising kiss, tongues tangling as their hands explored every inch of each other’s skin. Roshni moaned softly into his mouth, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she ground herself against him.
“Fuck, Roshni,” Rahul groaned, breaking the kiss to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck. Her head fell back, exposing the delicate column of her throat to his ministrations. Her breath hitched as his hands moved to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her sensitive nipples.
“Rahul…” she whimpered, her hips rocking against his instinctively. The friction sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her body, and she couldn’t help but let out a low moan.
He growled in response, his grip tightening on her hips as he flipped her onto her back on the couch. She gasped in surprise, but it quickly turned into a breathy laugh as he settled between her legs, his arousal pressing against her core.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes dark with lust as he looked down at her. Roshni flushed under his intense gaze, her heart pounding in her chest.
“Then show me,” she challenged, her voice barely above a whisper. She reached up to pull him down for another searing kiss, her legs wrapping around his waist to draw him closer.
Rahul obliged eagerly, his hands roaming her body as he kissed her deeply. He trailed his fingers down her stomach, making her shiver, until he reached the apex of her thighs. She cried out when he slipped a finger inside her, her walls clenching around him as he began to move.
“Oh God, Rahul…” she moaned, her hips bucking against his hand. He added another finger, increasing the pace as he watched her unravel beneath him. Her nails dug into his back, and her head thrashed against the couch cushion as the pleasure built within her.
“Come for me, Roshni,” he urged, his voice rough with need. Her eyes snapped open, locking onto his as she teetered on the edge.
And then she shattered, her climax crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her body trembled uncontrollably as waves of ecstasy coursed through her, her cries of pleasure filling the room. Rahul held her through it, his own need growing more unbearable by the second.
When she finally came down from her high, she looked up at him with hazy eyes. “Now take me,” she whispered, her voice raw with desire.
He didn’t need to be told twice. Aligning himself with her entrance, he pushed into her with one smooth thrust, groaning at the incredible warmth and tightness enveloping him. Roshni gasped, her nails scratching down his back as she adjusted to his size.
“So big…” she breathed, her legs tightening around him.
Rahul leaned down to capture her lips in a passionate kiss as he began to move, setting a slow but deep rhythm that had her seeing stars. Their moans mingled together, filling the room with the sounds of their pleasure.
As the pace quickened, Roshni wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as their bodies moved in perfect sync. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them lost in the throes of passion.
“Harder, Rahul… please!” she begged, her nails digging into his skin. He complied willingly, his thrusts becoming more forceful as he chased his own release.
Her whimpers grew louder, her body tense as she neared another climax. When his hand snaked between them to toy with her clit, she screamed his name, her orgasm hitting her like a freight train. Her walls clamped down around him, milking him as he followed her over the edge, spilling himself inside her with a guttural groan.
They collapsed together in a sweaty heap, their breathing ragged as they tried to regain some semblance of composure. Roshni nestled her head against his chest, a satisfied smile on her lips.
As they caught their breath, Rahul’s hands began to wander over her body, tracing the curves of her hips and the swell of her breasts. Roshni purred contentedly, her eyes drifting closed as she let him touch her.
After a few moments of gentle petting, Rahul’s fingers began to stray towards more sensitive areas. He brushed against her clit, and Roshni’s eyes snapped open, a spark of desire reigniting within her.
“Again?” she whispered, a hint of surprise and excitement in her voice.
Rahul nodded, his eyes locked on hers. “I want to feel you come again,” he whispered, his voice low and husky.
Roshni’s smile grew, and she reached up to wrap her arms around his neck. “I’d like that,” she whispered, pulling him down for a kiss.
As they kissed, Rahul’s hands continued to explore her body, teasing out her sensitive spots and building her arousal. Roshni’s moans grew louder, her hips bucking against his touch as she neared another climax.
This time, Rahul wanted to try something different. He gently rolled her onto her stomach, his hands guiding her hips up into the air. Roshni looked back at him over her shoulder, a questioning glance in her eyes.
“Trust me,” Rahul whispered, his eyes locked on hers.
Roshni nodded, and Rahul began to enter her from behind, his cock sliding slowly into her wet and willing body. As he began to move, Roshni’s eyes went wide, her mouth opening in a silent gasp.
The sensation was different, but no less intense. Rahul’s hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements as he thrust into her. Roshni’s moans grew louder, her body trembling as she approached another climax.
As she came, Rahul felt her body clench around him, milking him for every last drop. He groaned, his own release building as he watched her shudder and tremble beneath him.
Finally, they collapsed together, exhausted and spent. Roshni curled up against him, her head nestled in the crook of his neck.
“Wow,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Rahul smiled, his arms wrapping around her to hold her close. “Definitely worth the wait,” he whispered, his eyes drifting closed as he let the warmth of the moment wash over him.
As they drifted off to sleep, Roshni’s hand strayed down to his cock, her fingers wrapping gently around him. Rahul’s eyes flickered open, a smile spreading across his face.
“Already?” he whispered, his voice low and husky.
Roshni nodded, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’m just getting started,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear.
And with that, Rahul knew that this was just the beginning of a long and wild night, one that would leave them both breathless and begging for more.