Concupiscence - Issue#6
The Real Estate Broker - Being with a Newbie
The Real Estate Broker — Being with a Newbie
This issue picks up right after the events of Issue#5, and for the backstory, there’s Issue#3. If you haven’t already, give those a read, to make sense of Shreya. Happy reading!
The next day, I left work early, and was home by 430 PM. During the day Shreya and I exchanged a few texts. I asked her if she wanted to have an early dinner. She said that her parents would be expecting her to have dinner at home. I told her to call me when she’s inside the gates. I wanted to look the best, and smell the best when she comes home.
As I tidied up my place, I realized it would only be the second time I would see her in person. It’s not the first time that I expected to score in the second meeting, but there’s always the kick. Nisha had texted the night before, and with that it brought back my first experience of being with someone who was already spoken for.
Nisha was married, and our entire arrangement was for her to be pregnant. Me and her husband, both fucked her in that time (though, never together, of course). It was a secret, a deep secret that the baby she carried in her belly wasn’t her husband’s. I fucked her raw every time, and came inside her every time, something that I don’t get to often. There were many times when I would see his husband leave in the morning, after spending the weekend with her. Nisha would call me and ask me to come over. I would fuck her, knowing full well that she was cummed inside by her husband. It was thrilling. But in that moment, the thrill was to make her mine, not as a way of dominating her husband, but in the way you would feel securing a seat in the local train in rush hour.
It was close to 530 PM, when I was satisfied with the arrangements. I texted Nidhi that I was going to be away for the evening, and I may not be back till late. She texted me that she wanted to spend the night with me. I told her that I’d confirm when I come home.
I decided to read till the time Shreya shows up. I will order some appetizers, and offer a drink. it’s unlikely that she would drink. I sat down with A Conspiracy by Vidhya Sood. I decided it didn’t make sense to look at porn and browse through Reddit as I waited for Shreya. Those things usually put me on hyperdrive. With Shreya, I wanted to be gentle, and even reluctant. So, a gradual erotica (the kind hopefully I might write someday), seemed perfect.
It was five past six, when my phone rang. It was Shreya.
“Hi sir, I am coming up. A-402 na, sir?” She was short of breath, from walking. Her voice isn’t the most remarkable of feminine voices, but it’s what she was doing here.
“Yes. I am waiting” I said.
When the door bell rang, I kept my Kindle on the couch, with the raunchy cover of ‘A Conspiracy’ prominently visible. I felt that would be a pleasant conversation starter.
I opened the door and welcomed her. She looked down the corridor, before stepping inside. She was wearing a red kurta, and a white salvar. What I loved about the kurta though, the way it hugged her body. Unlike the last time I had seen her in person, Shreya had decided to wear something that was really meant for her body. In all her pictures, I couldn’t really make out her ass. As she walked inside, I checked out her ass, closing the door without taking my eye off it.
She had a juicy butt, much larger than you would expect for her frame. The kurta covered it, it also followed the curve of her ass. She turned around, not sure what she was supposed to do. I looked up slowly, making it obvious that I was staring at her ass.
I walked up to her and said, “Please sit down”
I picked up the Kindle, making sure that cover was towards her. She saw it, followed it, but didn’t say anything about it. “Sorry about that, I was just reading something, thinking about you”
“Oh” she said, sitting down. She had a bunch of files and pamphlets. She kept them beside her, and ran her fingers through her hair as she made her self comfortable on the couch.
“What is the book about?” She asked, disinterested.
“Oh, I have only just started it. Till now the guy is stuck in a cheap hotel with a sexy colleague. They are naked, and I think they might fuck soon” I sat on the couch too, keeping a healthy distance between us.
On my coffee table were my three favorite things in the house — my steel lighter, an ashtray that a girlfriend had gifted, and my steel case of cigarettes. I reached for the lighter and the case of cigarettes.
“I hope you don’t mind” I lit a cigarette.
Shreya took out her phone and typed something, and kept it aside.
“So, Shreya, you are here” I said.
She smiled, not knowing what to say. “What will you have? Lemme order something light. And yes, of course, what would you like to drink? I have beer, whisky and wine.”
“Oh. No, I don’t think I should drink, I have to take a train and — “
“I will book you an Uber from here. I know it will take more time than a train, but still”
She pursed her lips, and said, “Beer then”.
“You are okay with chicken, right?” I asked, as I scrolled through my phone to order something have with the beer.
“Yes sir” Shreya had clasped her hand on her lap, and made herself smaller. She had the entire one side of the couch, yet, she tried to take as little space as possible. I ordered the first chicken appetizer I saw, and kept my phone away. I walked up to the fridge, opened two pints of bud lights and gave her one.
“Cheers” I extended by bottle towards her, she raised her bottle and clinked.
I sipped my beer and she sipped hers, I didn’t my eyes off her. She was playing with the hem of her kurta as she sipped her beer. After a few sips, she kept the bottle down, and looked ahead, nowhere in particular.
“So, how do you like this place? Is the next property like this?” I asked, as I stubbed my cigarette. I fidgeted with my lighter as she looked around my place, appraising it.
“Yes, and I think you other requirement will be satisfied too” she looked at me. Her face was soft, a comely face, spotless cheeks. I looked at her neck, a delicate one, but she was gulping hard.
I nodded, and took out another cigarette.
“You smoke a lot. It’s not good for your health sir” she said, as I took my first drag of the next cigarette.
“I do a lot of things, which are not good for me. Consider this,” I pointed to her, “if I had been wrong, I would have landed in lot of trouble for saying the things to you that I said”
“Who me? Not at all sir” she picked up her beer, and sipped it.
“I have been messaged much worse things”
“Oh, like what?”
She took a deep breath, and looked up, trying to remember, “So, once I was showing an apartment to a group of guys. There were three of them. They saw the apartment, their budget was low. They told me that they will add me to their WhatsApp group, so that all three are conveyed the information at once,” She sipped her beer, “after I was added to the group, they started sending random messages. One guy tagged me and said that they would pay extra rent if I stayed with them”
“Oh!”
“And then, they started posting pictures. From internet, of three guys and a girl having…sex”
It was heart warming to hear someone say ‘sex’ like Shreya did. It was refreshing, especially between Nidhi, and the Redditors I talk to, who are so open about sex. The other day, Nidhi was telling that she would love fingering my asshole, before I fuck her. And here is this cute young girl, dressed in Kurta and Salwar, sipping beer and lowering her voice when she says ‘sex’.
“Oh my God! That’s illegal! What did you do?”
“I left the group, what else can I do?” she said, as a matter of fact. She could have really made the life of those boys hell, if she wanted to.
“Then there are married men. Old and balding, who would message me what is my rate”
I sipped my beer, large gulps really, since I wanted to finish my beer and move to something stronger.
“What do you say to them?” I asked.
She laughed, I checked her beer, she was almost finished. For her slender body, and her drinking habit, that was probably too fast.
“I once asked how much would he pay. He said, 20,000” she finished her beer. I got up to get her another one, while taking a large gulp from mine.
“And you know sir, at that time, I didn’t have much income. I really considered it” she said. When I looked back at her, she looked embarrassed, saying it out loud.
“I am so sorry that you have to deal with such messages” I handed her the second pint of beer.
“How old are you sir?”
That questioned seemed out of context, but, “I am 30. Why do you ask?”
“Oh, you are not married?”
That question made me laugh. “No, I am not”
“Why sir?” she sipped her beer.
I sat down beside her, closer this time, with only a gap of 4 fingers between us.
“Well, if I were married, I couldn’t have called a young attractive girl home” I touched her thigh with the base of my beer bottle. Shreya looked up, our eyes met. I let the beer rest on her thigh. It was cold enough for her to feel it on her skin. It was my little way of sending a sensation to her bare skin.
The doorbell rang. It was the order. As I was taking the order, Shreya had gotten up from the sofa. Her face had an expression of confusion, and maybe nervousness. I had the sick feeling that she will probably leave. It was barely 0630 PM then.
“I need to use the washroom,” she said.
I kept the food package down, and gestured her to follow me. There was a washroom in my living room, but I wanted to take her to my bedroom. I opened the door and looked back. She had stopped a couple of feet away from me.
“This way,” I walked inside.
She took a few gingerly steps inside, with her hands clasped in front of her. My clasping her hands, and being hunched over, she wanted to make her frame smaller. But what it did was it accentuated her breasts. The kurta was just right for her, and her breasts looked exquisitely delicious. She did a favor to everyone by not bothering with a chunari.
She looked around the room. I have a large bed, it is the largest piece of furniture I have owned. And of course, a 10-inch thick mattress. Her eyes lingered on my bed.
“I know, it’s a large bed for one person. But for two, it’s just right. Gives so much room to,” I paused, “you know”
“Here,” I opened the door to the washroom, and started walking back.
She was quiet, and when I went past her, I made sure I crossed her as close as I could, even though there was plenty of room for me to walk around her. I grazed her shoulders, and almost covered bumped into her.
In the living room, I lit a cigarette, and started serving the chicken. I was done with my second beer, and poured myself a large glass of whisky. It’s not the best practice to mix alcohol, but I needed something stronger to enjoy this. It was fun so far, but excruciatingly close. I had barely 2 hours to do whatever I wanted to do, and who knows if she will ever develop enough courage to ever come to my place again.
I placed the food on the coffee table, checked her beer. It was almost over. I sipped the last of it, and replaced it with a fresh one. The girl was a drinker all right.
Shreya came out shortly after I had sat down, to light another cigarette. I turned on the TV, and was browsing through some music to play.
“I am playing some music. Do you have preference?”
She shook her head, and sat down beside me. She chose to sit close to me.
I played my favorite playlist of ambient music, turned down the volume. She picked up her beer, and reached for a piece of the appetizer. She was quiet, I was quiet, it was pretty boring.
“So, who else knows that you are here?” I asked. In hindsight, it’s a question that a serial killer might ask.
She smiled, “Nobody”
“Not even Ravi?”
“Of course not!” She widened her eyes. She looked very sweet doing that. I leaned towards her, and asked, “Why not?”
“You know why not, sir” she sipped her beer.
“No, I don’t know. We are just sitting here, drinking some beer, eating some food and listening to some music. Sitting here fully clothed,” I stubbed out my cigarette. I decided not to smoke another for a bit.
She didn’t say anything, and ate another piece of appetizer. It was good that she didn’t say anything about the fully clothed part, because I really would have been bummed out if the walls of flat didn’t see this young girl without her kurta and salwar.
“I think I have told you my favorite picture of yours,” I pushed on. Either she would leave soon and I could call Nidhi sooner or, she stays back and I get to watch a show.
“Yes sir, you have,” she said. She kept her beer down, wiped her fingers with the tissues, and turned her body towards me.
“By any chance, did you get that outfit?” I rested my palm on her thigh. I caressed her thigh with my thumb, waiting for her reply.
She looked down at my hand on her thigh, her hands still clasped together. She had her eyes locked on my hand, when she said, “No sir. I didn’t think you were serious”
I increased the pressure on her thigh, and said, “No, but I am serious. I want to see these thighs. The photo was cropped off”
“Oh, but, I didn’t think I really had to get that —”
“That’s okay, why don’t you stand in front of me” I interrupted her.
“What?”
“We can easily solve this problem, don’t you think? All you have to do, is stand here, and take this off” I held the fabric of her kurta and lifted it.
She looked down, thinking something for a moment, before standing in front of me.
More about this in the next issue, next Thursday
Sorry if the cut was abrupt, I already have written what has happened, but I don’t want my weekly issues to be longer than 10 min reads. You can comment on what happened, I’d love to know what you guys think. And, Happy Dussera!
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