Concupiscence - Issue#5
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After the first showing, and our first non-professional conversation on WhatsApp, Shreya and I barely had anything to talk about. I pinged her hi, at the same time, almost every day. She would reply almost instantly, and I would ask her what she was up to. She would reply the same thing. I realized that it was better to chat with her in Hindi. My Hindi game isn’t the best, and word to word translations of lewd comments to Hindi don’t sit well. So, whatever you will read here, was spoken/typed in Hindi, and then written here in English, with some stylistic changes to convey the vibe of the conversation.
She showed me the first property on a Saturday (Issue#3), and I wasn’t free in the daytime till the next Saturday. In the follow-up to the Saturday, I got to know that she lives in Chembur. She and her boyfriend, Ravi had been together since Class 12, which made it a 5 year relationship by now. They are in love, and are waiting for Ravi to find a better job before they could talk about getting married. She sent me a couple of pictures of them together. Ravi seemed like a decent enough boy, a little skinny for her, but I have heard that the skinny guys are the most ambitious in bed.
When she was sending those pictures I texted her, “I would love to see more pictures of you. Kinda bored checking out your WhatsApp pfp”
“Oh. Wait”
She sent me 4 pictures of her, all solos. She wore a mix of western and Indian clothes. I liked her more in her kurta clothes. Shreya has the kind of body which the Indian tailors really get. There was one picture of her, which I saved in my gallery for a later fap session, of her in her bedroom, posing in front of a blue wall, wearing a spaghetti top and short pants. It wasn’t that short, went till just above her knees. But the photo ended there. It was her spaghetti top that interested me. It wasn’t a selfie, so, I asked her, “Who took this photo?”
“Ravi” she replied, with a wink emoji.
It took her another hour to tell me about her time with Ravi. He lived with his parents, who would not be away that often. His brother was a nuisance, and would always be poking around his phone. His brother was a pesky brat, 2 years younger than her, but would text her, sending her his gym pictures, shirtless. It wasn’t weird, considering that Ravi’s brother might have already seen her pictures, more intimate than the one she had sent me.
I was responding to her, but would often scroll up to ‘study’ her pictures. I wanted more, but couldn’t think of a decent of saying it. She asked me about my ‘love life’. Her words, not mine. I told her that I am not in a relationship now, although I am dating Nidhi.
“Does she know that you are texting me at 1 am?” She asked.
“Does Ravi know that you are texting me at 1 am?” I replied.
He didn’t. When I was writing about her in Issue#3, I tried to create a picture of her, and I sent her my tries. She chose the picture that you see above as the one that she finds the best. She didn’t know about this AI generated artwork and asked me why I was doing it. I have refrained from telling Shreya about the blog. I don’t want After a Good Date to be a hindrance to a good date. I sent her some of the other pictures that I have created recently. I sent her this picture below. I told her that I was trying to imagine her in this outfit, even though I have not seen her like this.
She didn’t reply for some time. She was online, she read the messages, and probably saw the picture, but no replies. It was past 1 am, and I had work the next day, not to mention sore from Nidhi draining me. I wasn’t excitable, but scrolling through my AI prompts about Shreya, and then finally sending one of the better formed pictures of her made me want to jerk off, and maybe take it forward that night. We still had two days until we were meeting for the next showing on Saturday.
She finally replied, but seems to have ignored the last picture. She told me that it was getting late and that she has to wake up by 6 am the next day.
“Alright, we should call it a night then?”
“Yeah, Goodnight” she replied.
As a final push I texted her, “I don’t know about you, but I would love seeing you like this” I tagged the skirt photo.
“My figure isn’t like hers” She said
“She’s not real. And yours is better” I replied. No emojis. I fished my hand inside my pants, and stroked my dick, waiting for her reply.
“Hahaha. I don’t have a skirt like this. But saw that picture, that’s the shortest pant I have” she tagged the spaghetti top picture.
“That was hot”
“Yeah, but I dress like that only indoors”
“Dress like that indoors then” I replied. I had to slide my pants down, to give room for my erection and room to jerk myself off.
“Hahaha” she replied and stopped typing. I scrolled up, to see the picture she was talking about. I didn’t expect a reply, and I wanted to finish & go to bed.
But she did. I stopped stroking myself. I couldn’t risk cumming and losing interest in texting her. I scrolled down to read her message
“But we won’t be indoors”
I started typing my address. I sent it first. And then, I wrote, “You should see the kind of flat I stay in, before showing me the next property on Saturday”
I waited. And waited. She was online. She typed a message. Stopped typing. She started typing again. When she stopped typing again, I scrolled up, spit on my dickhead, which was dry from being exposed for so long, and started stroking myself again, imagining Shreya putting on that top for me, and posing like the girl in AI picture.
A message finally came. When I scrolled down, it was a paragraph.
“I know what you are suggesting sir. You are saying this even when you know I have a boyfriend. When I saw you for the first time, and you talked about having lots of female friends, I knew what you were saying. You are used to bringing girls home. I have never messaged any of my tenants as I have messaged you. I don’t know why I sent you my pictures. Yesterday I fought with Ravi because I was not replying to him on time, and tonight also I was slow to reply to him. I don’t know why I keep replying to you. And, I don’t know, I should feel insulted because of your suggestion, I am not that type of girl”
Long messages are a mood-killer and a boner-killer. I re-read the message. It was not the most coherent of messages, except for the last line. I typed with both hands, “You should feel insulted, but you don’t?”
“No” she replied instantly.
“Don’t call me sir. And, will you be able to come tomorrow at 8 PM?”
“No sir. I cannot stay out that long. I can come there at 6 PM, and leave by 830 PM, so that I am back home before 10”
Even after all these years, being ridden dry by Nidhi that evening, my heart skipped a beat when Shreya told me about that time. I would have to make some adjustments at work, but it didn’t matter.
“Come at 6 PM. Do you want me to pick you up?”
“No sir, I know the building, have shown some property there, the guards know me. It will be better if I came alone.”
“Okay. See you tomorrow”
“Goodnight sir”
I ignored her calling me sir. I would probably never understand why she switched to that. Maybe it was a separation she was creating, by texting me formally. I had a date, and, I don’t see why I should bother with what I am being called, as long as I get to dick this young girl. After we said our good nights, I sent out a few texts to the office WhatsApp group, telling them about an emergency for the next evening, and that I will have to leave super early.
Nisha texted me personally almost immediately if everything was okay. She has changed a lot since giving birth. Her pfp was with her husband, with him holding the child, and her hugging him. The little girl was cute, she had her mother’s porcelain skin, and my lips. I wish I could hold some day. I replied to Nisha that everything was okay. We exchanged pleasantries. I told her that she looked nice, and that the child looked healthy.
“She takes after her father” she said, with a wink emoji.
“How come you are awake so late?” she asked.
“Difficult to sleep, an empty bed” I replied.
“Oh! What happened with Mansi?” She asked. Mansi, who? It took me some time to remember that we had been out of touch for so long. Mansi was an unremarkable fuck, a story worthy of a paragraph. Some other day. I told her that much.
“Chalo, I gotta go. Will catch up later” I said.
“Yeah! We should meet someday soon”
“Of course! Goodnight”
I slept that night after I finished jerking off to Shreya’s pictures, even her plain pictures in kurta and salwar.
More on her in the next issue.
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