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“So, how are we going to do it?” I asked.
“Umm, I am making lunch for us right now. We can discuss it while we are eating,” she said.
“Oh, okay. Let me help you here. Tell me, what can I do?” I asked.
“No, don’t worry. I’ll handle this.”
“Nah, it’s not a big deal. I am bored to sit alone anyway. I’ll give you company, and we can prepare the lunch faster,” I replied.
She agreed and gave me a few chores to do. I was enjoying her company and doing the chores happily. I would keep having glanced at her. After a while, she started kneading the dough.
I was finished with my chores and just stood in front of her at the kitchen counter, watching and talking to her. Her eyes were fixated on the dough, and mine was fixed on her bra-free breasts.
Never have I enjoyed watching a pair of breasts sway so much. She was getting sweaty. I could see tiny drops of sweat forming on her forehead and neck.
A few hair strands would keep coming onto her face. She’d try to shift it back with her occupied and dough-covered hands. I was enjoying this all too much. Even after numerous tries, the hair still came across her face.
“Ugghh,” escaped her mouth. “Let me help you with that,” I said. She stopped and stood straight. I leaned over the kitchen counter. In a shy act, her eyes lowered to the floor. With my left hand, I stroked the hair at the back of her ear.
I had a much closer look at her sweat-drenched neck and chest. Hugely turned on by this, I had lost my senses and thinking. My brain stopped dead, my mouth shut, and my dick erected when I leaned back to my side of the counter.
She was silent as well. She went back to kneading the dough. My eyes were only glaring at her breasts dancing in that T-shirt. For a few seconds, I felt that her chest was going more up and down than usual, like her breath was heavier than usual.
She finished after a while and turned back to get something. That’s when I snapped out of my dream. Coming back to my senses, I realized what I had been staring at all this while. That’s when I recalled that she even looked at me a few times while I was staring.
Was she letting me watch her breasts intentionally? Why didn’t she say anything? Is this why she didn’t wear a bra today? Or is it just my imagination, and everything is just a mere coincidence?
Befuddled with all these thoughts, I went back to the hall. Sitting on the sofa, I was lost in my imagination. “Vihaan, let’s eat.” I heard and came back to reality.
We sat at the dining table while I still wasn’t quite sure of what was happening. I started eating the food in a state of dilemma. Breaking the silence, she said.
“So, about tonight, which movie do you wanna watch?”
Lost in my thoughts, I couldn’t hear what she said. “What?” I said.
“Movie? Tonight? Remember? Which one do you wanna watch?” she asked, a bit amazed.
Shit. I forgot about that. I should have planned something to my advantage.
“Oh Yeah! I was just… Anything, anything but Romantic,” I muttered
“Uh-huh. Why not Romantic? ” She asked
“I don’t know. It makes me feel sad, somewhat.”
“Oh, you poor thing. Still worried about that girlfriend thing, huh?!”
“No, it’s not that. It’s just. Maybe”
“Listen let’s watch a Romantic Comedy tonight and you won’t feel sad because you won’t be watching it alone this time. I’ll be there with you. And if you won’t like it, we’ll stop. What do you say?”
“Umm. I don’t know.”
“Come on, it’ll be fun.”
“Okay.”
“So. Now that we have selected the movie. Umm. What will you drink?” She said in a lower, hesitating voice.
“Umm. I haven’t drunk a lot of alcohol in my life. I have had beer, whiskey, and vodka. And I liked them all so I don’t have a preference. What do you want to drink?”
“Let’s have something hard. It’s been a long while since I had a drink and I really wanna enjoy tonight so let’s have a vodka.”
We finished our lunch and went to the couch and had a long chat about her early life and her drinking life as well. I discovered a lot about her.
While talking to her, sometimes my eyes would go at her neck. I’d wonder how much I wanted to kiss and lick that neck. I’d get carried away by her lips as well. She’d keep speaking and I’d stare at her lips.
Desperate to suck them, my thoughts would run wild. I’d imagine the way her lips would feel on mine. I’d imagine the way her lips would let out soft moans. I’d imagine her sweet, innocent face moaning with her eyes closed. Damn, my imagination!
I wasn’t quite sure if it was just lust that I was building inside me or was it something more. Surely, I couldn’t be falling in love with my married neighbor.
She went to sleep after talking and I was just sitting in her hall watching TV. Well, I thought I was watching TV but my mind was stuck somewhere else.
Evening fell upon us and she came out of her bedroom only to find me laying on the couch sleeping. She bent down to wake me up and shook my shoulders.
I opened my eyes to a mesmerizing view. She had also just woken up. Her face was glowing, her hair was undone and her boobs staring. I had never seen her breasts so closely before.
She still hadn’t worn a bra. I developed an instant erection. She stood in that pose for a while and confirmed if I wanna get up as it’s evening.
It was very hard for me to focus on her face. I wanted to watch her boobs as much as possible. But collecting my thoughts, I said, “Yeah, Sure!”
She stood back up straight and went to the bathroom to wash her face and directed me to do the same. I watched her walk away from me.
Her ass was looking so firm and delicious in those shorts. I went behind her to the same bathroom. She stood at the sink bending a bit to wash her face. I was standing right behind her.
I was staring at that ass for a long time. I wanted to grab it and feel it in my hands. I took my eyes up and saw her staring at my face in the mirror.
With a slightly mischievous smile, she asked, “You wanna wash your face too?”
“Yeah. You said so.”
“You could’ve gone to the other bathroom.”
“Oh. I didn’t think about it.”
“Okay, I’ll go. You wash your face,” She said, smiling.
“Okay, I need to pee as well so I need a bit of time,” I said in a sleepy voice
She passed me at the door. She did peek at my raging hard boner for a second. I went inside and closed the door. Instantly took my dick out and started rubbing it.
I had such a great view after waking up that it didn’t take much time for me to release my loads. I washed my face and came out. She was sitting on the bed waiting for me to come out.
“Well, that was quick. I expected a bit longer” she remarked, glancing a bit at my crotch.
“Yeah just had to pee,” I said.
She gave me money to go and buy the drinks. She also told me to dress well for the night. I inquired as to why do I have to do that. To which she said that if we are going to do something, let’s do it well.
I went to the liquor store and bought a full bottle of vodka and a pack of cigarettes. I got my beard groomed and went back to my home as I had to get dressed for tonight.
I was thinking about the possibilities of the night all this while. I took a nice cold shower. I dried myself and stood in front of the long mirror in my bedroom, naked.
Standing 6 feet tall, damp black hair, protruding collar bone, oval-shaped face, broad chest with fine hair. A slim stomach with a few hints of lines across – thanks to my athleticism as a child, muscular thighs, strong feet, and a limp dick.
Immediately I opened my almirah so that my dick doesn’t stand up again upon the cold air hitting it. I decided to wear a black shirt, dark denim, black socks, and black shoes.
I left two of the buttons open on my shirt. The denim was skinny fit and so was the shirt. For a guy who would usually wear a T-shirt and track pants, this was a bit of a new look for him.
I put on a perfume which I had reserved for special occasions. I looked in the mirror again. It felt great. I felt like a man rather than just a boy. With boosted confidence and determined eyes, I left.
I went to her house and rang the bell. She shouted from inside to wait a min. I was waiting with a bottle of vodka in my hands. My heart was racing for the moment that was ahead.
It had been more than 3 mins now and she hadn’t opened the door. My heart was pounding more and more as time went by. A while later, she opened it. She was standing there with a huge smile on her face and had a bit worried eyes.
Her hair open and curled at the end. Her eyes had a tinge of kajal on the upper line, a light red lipstick, a red backless blouse giving away enough amount of her cleavage. A black and red translucent saree was tied below her navel paired with black heels.
She was looking and smelling out of this world. A quick thought went up to my brain “Am I even worthy of this beauty?”
On the other hand, she was scanning me too. After looking at me from top to bottom she indicated through her eyes and lips that I looked good.
She still had a worried look in her eyes. It felt like her eyes were searching for something. She looked at the bottle in my hand and said, “You stupid, you couldn’t cover that up!”
She quickly took me in and closed the door. I went and sat on the couch. She went towards the kitchen to get something and came back with all the necessary things.
She sat down on the other end of my couch and said, “You look fantastic today.”
“I know,” I smirked
“How come you don’t dress like this often?”
“I don’t feel the need to,” I replied
Her eyes were still looking at me as if searching for something. She stood up to turn on the AC.
“By the way, I wanted to say this at the door but I didn’t have the words. So I’ll say it now. You look very gorgeous today.”
She blushed and took a sigh of relief. She turned around to close the curtains. I could see her bare back shining with the amazing red and black combination she was wearing.
After she closed the curtains, the real atmosphere of the room showed itself. There weren’t too many lights on, but enough to give it a warm yellowish look.
She came back and sat at the far end of my couch. Her worried eyes had now turned into hopeful ones. “Shall we begin?” She asked. “Yes,” I said in a confident tone but was anxious inside.
She switched on the TV and searched for the movie she wanted to watch on Netflix. I was fixing our drinks on the other hand.
“Did you order the pizza?” I asked.
“Not yet. Let me just order it first then I’ll start the movie.”
She quickly ordered a large pizza and kept her phone aside. I had fixed the drinks. I took out the pack of cigarettes and kept it on the table.
“Hmm, I never asked you to get any cigarettes. Looks like someone has had a lot of parties,” She said with a mischievous smile on her face.
“Haha. No, it’s nothing like that. I just feel it’s necessary with the drinks.”
I handed her the drink and clink, the night began. She started the movie and we began taking sips. She had picked out some Hollywood rom-com. I wasn’t into the movie at all. I would keep having glanced at her from the side of my eye.
Soon I finished my first drink and kept the glass on the table. I went on to light a cigarette. “Well that was quick,” she said. She gulped down her drink as well and handed me to fix another.
“Talking about quick, what was that?” I remarked
“I can’t leave you alone,” She said laughingly.
I fixed another round but this time I didn’t hand her the drink. I kept it in front of her on the table. She bent down to pick it up and I could see much more of her cleavage.
“Let me go get something to use as an ashtray or else you’ll just drop it on the floor,” She said.
“No, wait. You watch the movie, I’ll go and find something.”
I went around the house smoking my cigarette. I knew I could have found something in the kitchen but I headed to her bedroom instead. I saw her T-shirt lying on the bed which she was wearing during the day. I picked it up and had a good sniff with my eyes closed. It smelled sensuous.
I could imagine her silky white body feathering in that T-shirt. I was imagining how the fabric would rub against her breasts and nipples. I was imagining how would it feel like to pinch those nipples over that T-shirt. How would it feel like to lick those nipples over the t-shirt?
Realizing that it has been a bit too long for me to stay in her bedroom, I kept the t-shirt back, took a cap of some conditioner or deo, and went back.
This time I sat much closer to her. Rather than sitting on the far end of the couch, I sat in the middle. I kept that cap on the table and offered her the cigarette. She refused and said that she didn’t smoke. I didn’t push her and put off that cigarette in that cap. We both were going through our second round of drinks.
Whenever she’d take a sip, I would watch her. I would watch how the drink would moisten her delicious lips and go down her neck. I would watch her lips kissing the top of the glass.
Needless to say, I was enjoying every single bit of her body through my eyes. But I wanted more. I wanted to feel them with my hands, my fingers, my lips, my tongue, and my dick.
Her phone rang. The pizza guy was standing outside the house. She took out the money from her purse and stood up. I asked her as to where she was going. She told me to get the pizza.
I stood up and took the money from her hand. “You shouldn’t go outside, I’ll go and get it,” I commanded her like the man of the house.
I came back and kept the pizza on the table. I can now see a new glimmer in her eyes. A glimmer of trust, hope, and faith. I sat next to her again and fixed our third round.
We both were getting a bit tipsy at this moment. I didn’t want myself to get out of control so I thought of slowing things down. As before, I was still having little glances and got the feeling that she wasn’t into the movie like she was before.
Obviously, I wasn’t into the movie at all. That’s when an idea struck me.
“Let’s stop the movie. It’s making the buzz useless. Let’s do something else,” I said.
She picked up the remote and stopped the movie instantly as if she was waiting for me to say it. “What do you wanna do?” She asked.
“You told me you used to play ‘truth or dare’ when you used to be in college. How about we do that?”
“Umm. Okay.” She agreed.
So we started spinning the vodka bottle and the game began. In the beginning, we had a few normal truths here and there. After 3 or 4 turns things started to get hot.
The bottle pointing at me. “Truth or dare,” she asked.
“Truth.”
“What is the naughtiest thing you have ever done?” She asked looking into my eyes and taking a sip of her drink.
To be continued.