It was a Saturday, and I was moving into my new flat in Delhi. I had been busy all morning shifting boxed into my new home, setting up the wifi, bed, etc. There was still quite a lot left to do. My flatmate wasn’t coming until a week later, so all of it came to me.
I was bringing up my last box when I saw a lady (my neighbour, apparently) opening the door to her apartment. She took notice of me and said, “Oh, are you shifting into this apartment”? I nodded and went over to shake hands with the girl. I introduced myself and she let me know her name.
She seemed like she was coming back from the gym, and oh boy, was she a looker. You know the type, crop top, tight yoga pants. She did my best to look her in the eyes while talking. She was talking. I should focus, I thought.
“So my husband works at this MNC. He’s currently in Tokyo for a business meeting.”
I shouldn’t think this way, but porn has ruined me, ruined all of us. My dick stirred in my pants at my fantasy – lonely wife not getting attention from her super busy husband. Man, would I love to woo her!
“Oh, that sucks for you. You don’t get to see him for so long.”
“Hahaha, yeah, it sucks, but I keep myself busy,” she said, pointing at her gym outfit. The conversation was becoming awkward, and so I wanted to end it. I should take time wooing her, I thought.
“Well, it was nice to meet you, Sanchita. I’ll see you around!”
“Oh, definitely! Have you had anything to eat? Moving is really stressful and tiring.”
“Well, not really. I was just about to go order something for dinner.”
“Oh nonsense, why don’t you get freshened up and come for dinner? I was going to make something as it is.”
It felt innocent enough, except for my horny brain. She didn’t look that old, 28? 30? I was only 26. No way is she interested in a young dude. Either way, I wasn’t one to turn down free food with a beautiful girl.
“As long as it’s not too much trouble for you, Sanchita, I’ll be there at 8?”
“Sure, and it’s no trouble, seriously. It’s good to have company.”
We parted ways. I stared at her big round butt, almost straining out of her tight yoga pants, her long hair with highlights, made up in a ponytail. She was definitely a head-turner. I tried to suppress my lustful fantasies. I made my way to clear the mess in my house and wait for dinner.
7:59 PM
I was folding clothes and keeping them in my wardrobe when I saw the time. Fuck fuck fuck, I forgot to bathe. I don’t think I have time anymore. So I just got up, washed my face with facewash, applied a good expensive perfume and went to her apartment.
I rang the bell and stood there, my fantasies suddenly coming back from nowhere, wondering what the night had in store for me. She opened the door, and quickly, I was hit with her perfume and the smell of tasty food.
“Hey, you are right on time, huh? I like that. Most people don’t care about other people’s time.” I shook her hand and entered her apartment laughing. This was my opportunity to slide in a cheeky remark. “Well, it’s very easy to be on time for a dinner with a beautiful woman.”
She was a bit taken aback by my boldness, but she laughed it off and said, “What a cheeky boy you are. This way. I’m making some pasta. I hope you eat chicken. I forgot to ask.” I walked behind her, watching her hair sway with her hips.
She was wearing an extremely long, oversized T-shirt that reached her mid-thighs. I love that look. It was so casual yet attractive. “Of course, yaar, I love some chicken pasta.”
“What do you want to have? Water? Coke?”
“Uh, I was hoping for something stronger,” I said, laughing, “but water will do.”
She smirked at me and went to get me a drink. I looked around and she seemed to be fairly rich. Her husband must be earning big bucks. Somehow, that turned me on more. I wonder if she’s also thinking about me like this?
She came back with 2 glasses of red wine, “Well, you wanted something stronger, hahaha.” I gladly accepted the glass of wine and continued making small talk with her.
She seemed like a nice, innocent wife, just enjoying her free time and pursuing her passions. “You look like you work out,” she said, pointing to my arms.
“I’m glad you noticed. I am a regular at the gym.” I said, smiling.
“Me too,” she said.
“I bet your favourite is leg day,” I said, smirking. She stared at me, smiling. I held the stare with a smirk.
“I bet you hate leg day. All the guys do,” she said finally. I laughed and said, “I think girls work out their legs for both genders. I know you hit legs today, by the way.”
“Oh yeah, were you stalking me already?” Oh, she’s a witty one, I thought. “No, it’s because girls love to wear that outfit on leg days,” I said cheekily. “Oh, I’m so glad you are already noticing your married neighbour’s clothes.”
There was a silence after that. We just sipped our wine and glanced at each other occasionally. She finally said, “A handsome young man like you must have a girlfriend, right?” I held my breath.
This was the moment, wasn’t it? She extended her hands. She was definitely flirting. Now the question is to what extent was she willing to go.
“Well, I don’t have a gf currently, but you are right, I get by easily,” I said with a cheeky smirk. “So, how often do you have wine with your hot neighbours?” That was very bold of me, but the alcohol was getting to both of us. My dick was getting harder.
I wanted to know if it would go anywhere or if it was just a tease. The things I’d do to her. She sipped her wine and flirted back, “Well, my previous neighbour was a 50-year-old uncle with an unpleasant wife. So never.”
She giggled while finishing her drink. She got up to refill, and I watched her ass sway left and right. Oh, how I would bend her over the kitchen counter and rail her. She came back with your glasses, this time sitting beside me. I think she’s DTF. I need to push her to her knees. I chuckled to myself at my fantastic joke.
It was time to go for it. “Can I say something really inappropriate and bold?” I asked her as I accepted the glass of wine. She let out a chuckle and said, “Oh, we have already been inappropriate, darling.”
“I wanna do unspeakable things to you, respectfully, of course,” as my hands touched her milky white thighs. She met my gaze with a surprised but turned-on (I think?) look.
“Wow, that is extremely bold. I should kick you out of the house, shouldn’t I?” I started caressing her thighs and said, “You could, but I don’t think you will. You are enjoying this too much, Sanchita.” I end the sentence by cupping her thighs a bit roughly. She lets out a small moan as she starts biting her lips.
She puts her glass down and gets up. I thought I went too far, but that ended as soon as she pushed me back and sat down on me, straddling me. I took her face in my hands and pulled her in for a kiss. She gave into my arms completely. I started my assault on her tits with one hand and went for her ass with the other.
I started fondling her ass and finally gave her a loud smack. She immediately started grinding on my lap. I think she likes it rough and decided to test it. I took my hands and grabbed her hair. I pulled her away from me and stared at her.
“I did not think I’d have you here in a few hours when I met you, Sanchita. You are a horny little slut aren’t you?”
Her hair was a mess, her lipstick smeared, and she was panting like a bitch in heat. “You know me so well, don’t you asshole.” I laughed and told her to get up. As soon as she got up, I removed her oversized t-shirt and just like that, she was in a matching black lingerie with a shear bra and thong.
I admired her gorgeous body and teased her, “My my, look at you wanted to get fucked tonight, didn’t you?” I grabbed her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. “Get on your knees.” She knew that was an order. She weakly fell to her knees, having a naughty look on her face.
I had her. I knew, and she knew it. I removed my belt and noticed her eyeing it with excitement as I put it to the side. Was she kinkier than I thought? It didn’t matter right now. I was looking forward to fucking her face to my heart’s desire. She helped me remove my pants and my underwear.
She eyed my dark thick dick with crazy horny eyes and started stroking it. She spat on it and eventually started taking it in her mouth. “Look at me when you take it all in Sanchita. I like to look at your struggle to take it in.” Her gorgeous light brown eyes stared up at me as I lounged on her sofa.
I could see her struggling to take it in and tearing up. I wasted no time in taking her head in my hand, and pushing it hard. The gagging and choking voices were music to my ears. When I let her go, she came out spluttering saliva and pre cum, tears in her eyes.
I smirked at her and said, “This is going to be a long night for you slut.” I didn’t wait for her to respond as I pushed my dick into her throat, imagining the filthy things I was going to do to her.
To be continued
I’m 26 and in Delhi and DTF. Girls, girls, don’t text me if you want to chat. Be bold and mail me at [email protected].