I had first written about Shreya in Concupiscience Issue#3 . I wrote about over multiple issues, never putting together the story about her, with illustrations about this beautiful broker. This story, is by no means, ‘Short’. But, it is a one-part story. I could have broken it down into three parts, because it is as long as a three-part story that I write.
However, after seeing how many of you loved Sneha at the Mall, I didn’t see why I should make this story episodic when I already have it entirely written. I hope you like the story, as much as I liked writing it. Happy Reading!
One of the pitfalls of living in Bombay is the yearly decision of renewing the rent agreement. I am a long way from being able to afford to buy a place in the city (especially in an area, which is too far to tell a girl “let’s go to my place”). I’m in the last month of my agreement, and I spent my last weekend visiting properties.
I called up the first broker that I found online and told them my requirements. The girl introduced herself as Shreya and told me to WhatsApp her the rent range and where I would be needing the property. I added her number and opened her chat to send her a message. I sent a hi, and she replied. Her profile picture wasn’t visible until she replied.
I was expecting the logo of the agency as her pfp, but it was her. She was pretty to look at — a sharp nose, a soft face, and from what I could make of her chest, she had a good bust. In the picture, she was posing in a mall, against a wall, pushing her chest outwards, dressed in a yellow top. She looked young, probably in her early twenties.
We decided to meet up to view the first property at 4 PM on Saturday, and see two others that afternoon. I texted Nidhi that I won’t be able to come to her place on Saturday. She told me to be at her place on Thursday and Friday, so that she could drain me dry for the weekend. I happily obliged.
That Saturday was particularly unproductive. I came back from Nidhi’s place around 10 AM and decided to skip breakfast. I smoked cigarettes and sipped coffee, while I played Assassin’s Creed. My Fortnite mates weren’t around, so I played some Fortnite Solos. At around 2, I made myself lunch, and texted Shreya to confirm our 4 PM meeting.
She sent me the address, and said that she will be there by 4. I checked her profile picture again. Gaming for hours, and the general boredom, made me want to jerk off to this young girl, whom I’d be meeting in empty flats soon. I was touching myself, when I got a few messages from r/yoursparrowbabe. We spent some time chatting about an interview and ironing out some details. When I checked the time, it was close to the time I was to leave.
I reached the society a little before 4 PM. I liked the parking, and looking at the cars, it was unlikely that I would’ve nosy nobodies checking out the girls coming to my place.
I called Shreya.
“Yes sir, I would be there in 5 mins. Where are you exactly?”
“I am parked near the entrance. When you reach the entrance, give me a call.”
I could hear the auto in the background. She called me a little after 4 PM. I flickered my light and she gestured for me to come to her. Shreya was wearing a kurta and salwar that day. It wasn’t shapely, and I knew it because I had spent some more time staring at her pfp while waiting in the car for her. The loose kurta hid how shapely her breasts were. If it were not for the breeze pressing the kurta against her ass, I wouldn’t have known how bubbly her butt was. She was almost a foot shorter than me, and as I walked towards her, I saw her brushing off the loose strands of her hair from her eyes.
She had important-looking stuff in her hand, which turned out to be pamphlets for the agency.
“Hi sir,” she said, as she handed me the bright blue pamphlet, with stock photos of apartments and the face of an ungainly balding man. “Best rates for Best flats” was their slogan. It was a graphic tragedy.
“The first flat is here, sir, on the sixth floor,” she started walking towards the building. The security guard knew her and smiled at her. I saw him turn his head, and look at her ass as she walked past him. He looked at me, his smile almost entirely gone. I nodded to him, taking off my sunglasses, only for him to adjust himself in the chair without acknowledging my nod. Rude.
I followed Shreya to the lift lobby. I stared at her ass, just as the guard did. There wasn’t much to see, but she had a sway to her gait, which made you want to look at her walk away. As we waited for the lift to come down, she asked me, “Are you single?”
“Yes,” I said. I tucked my sunglasses in my pocket.
If it weren’t for the situation, a young attractive girl, who was walking up to an empty apartment with you, asking if you were single, would have been exciting. But it’s a question, which I have to answer every time I look for a place in the city. I make it a point to say to the brokers up front, that I am a ‘bachelor’. I was glad that Shreya at least asked me if I were single.
We entered the lift. It was a rather small lift for two people. Our shoulders weren’t touching, but I was sure that the fabrics of our clothes were. She adjusted her stack of pamphlets.
“I can carry some of these” I extended my arm.
She smiled and shook her head. Her teeth were straight and white. It’s underrated how attractive it is in a girl. It makes the whole prospect of fucking her face, so much more fun. We reached the sixth floor, and I followed her to the apartment.
I liked the warm lights in the corridor, and the peaceful silence in the corridor. It’s hard to eat pussy, when there’s a ruckus outside the door. As she was keying in, I asked her, “Am I the first one to whom you are showing this flat?”
“No sir. This flat was occupied until recently. I was the one who got closed the deal on the last agreement also.”
“Oh!” I tucked my hands in my jeans pocket. I don’t like entering others’ houses, without my hands tucked in. Something about the fear of knocking things over. “So, you have been doing this for over a year! I thought you were too young for this”
She laughed, “I am doing this for almost two years, right after college”
She closed the door behind us. I wasn’t expecting that, especially because it was a female agent. The sound of the door closing behind you, with a girl all to yourself, is a nice feeling. Except, she wasn’t there for me, she was there to close the deal. I walked around the place. It was almost as large as my current place, although the geometry of the flat would mean, I would have to either give up on some of my furniture or live in a cramped up way. I always like to adjust my sofa to leave enough space in the middle to sit or at least kneel. I have my quirks.
“And this is the bedroom,” she said, with a flourish of her arm.
I noticed the large window, and how it was almost straight in the line of sight of the bedroom of an apartment in front. I could see a woman moving around her bedroom, wearing a nighty.
“The windows are quite large. Would need thick curtains. Don’t want people there seeing me in the bedroom,” I said.
She ignored the comment and went on to tell me about the security deposit and the rent. They were all reasonable.
“Okay. But tell me, you have rented out flats here before. Are the neighbors nosy?”
“Meaning sir?” She asked.
“Meaning…” I took a few steps closer, and looked down, “I have many woman friends, and they like to come and stay over.” Her eyebrows were raised, just a little. She wasn’t judgemental, but there was certainly some surprise. I doubt how many of her potential tenants ask her about the neighbors.
I only like one type of neighbor, the thirsty kind.
“So… have you heard any complaints? Like any tenant being told to behave ‘appropriately’?” I air-quoted the word.
“Ummm,” She shifted in her feet, “No sir, I don’t know. The person before you lived with his family, and…” She looked around, trying to remember something, “… before that, I had rented a flat to a group of girls. I have heard nothing of that sort happening here.”
“Hmmm,” I looked out of the window. The woman across the window was tying her hair, with her hair-tie between her teeth.
“Well, I guess, we will have to look around then. I am not into partying, but I don’t want any of my women being questioned by the guards when they leave in the morning,” I said, checking the time.
I looked at her. Her expression was that of a tired girl, probably on the go since morning.
“Where’s the other property? We can go in my car.” I asked.
“Oh! That would be better. It’s just 5 minutes from here. But sir, I think, for your purpose, we will have to look for a flat in a better society, where most of the flats are for investment purposes.” She said, scrolling through her phone.
“Sure. Rent won’t be an issue. I am not the saving kind. Besides, what I told you now, it’d be better if you just keep it between us. I don’t want your boss knowing about this, nor the owner.”
“Sure sir, I understand.”
“You are a fun agent, Shreya”
She looked up from her phone. Not knowing how to respond, she blurted, “I am more fun when I am not showing properties.”
I laughed. She spoke more than she wanted to, probably not knowing how to take the compliment. She was uncomfortable by then, starting to walk towards the door. I followed her.
She locked her phone when we were inside the lift and said, “Sorry sir, that property won’t be possible today. Keys are with someone else. Are you free tomorrow?”
I couldn’t bear spending another day waiting around for this.
“No… I am not free in the day, till next Saturday,” I said.
“Okay sir, next Saturday then. I will text you the address”
We got off the lift, and I offered to drop her off wherever she wanted to go. She said no, but I insisted.
“I actually have another showing at 5, in the same area,” She said.
“Oh! So, you have almost half an hour of wait. What will you do?”
“Will make some calls, there’s a tea stall around, will have some tea,” she said
“Okay, alright then. I’ll get going”
My phone buzzed when I had gotten in the car. It was a text from Shreya with the address. I looked up, and she was looking at me. I waved to her and she waved back. I texted her, “Thank you. Maybe next time we can find out how fun you are when you are not showing properties”
I started my engine but didn’t move till she unlocked her phone. She read it and started typing. I opened her chat box, and yes, she was replying to me. But it was just a smiley. She looked up and our eyes met again. I smiled at her and drove away.
Later that evening, I texted her again, making chit-chat about the rent. She was responsive, and her messages were getting longer than just one liners. She had dropped saying ‘sir’ in the beginning of each message. I don’t like being called sir it was different with Prerna though..
I had made dinner. Nidhi was out for the night, which meant I had a long lonely evening ahead. I watched an episode of Last of Us, while I drank my second glass of wine. My phone buzzed. It was Nidhi, sending me pictures of her with her friends. She was out clubbing, wearing a little black dress, that I had gifted her a couple of weeks ago. I zoomed in on some of her friends. She had told me their names, but I never registered, except for Sonika, who was this tall girl, who always wore deep-cut tops in all the pictures of her.
I opened Shreya’s message again. It was close to 11 PM, but she was still online. I opened her pfp, and fished out my dick. I touched myself, thinking of her lips wrapped around my dick. I was hard, and a little drunk, when I texted her, “Hi.”
I went back to jerking off, making a mental note that I might need to find another broker soon. She replied almost instantly, “Hi”.
“Nothing, just saw you online, thought would text you,” I replied and then sent four laughing emojis to soften my idiocy. Alcohol, jerking off, and texting a pretty girl don’t go well together.
“Haha. I was texting my friend,” She replied.
I stopped jerking off, and typed with my both hands, “Oh? Boyfriend?” wink smiley.
She replied back with a wink-smiley.
“I hope he doesn’t mind if you have some fun, outside of just showing properties,” I texted.
“Haha. Depends on what kind of fun,” wink smiley.
I stroked my dick a few times, knowing that I was close. I had to send the text, “I am sure it’s not the kind he’d like.”
I came when she replied with the emoji of the monkey with its eyes covered.
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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 night. 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 my lewd (I like to think that they are charming too) 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.
We were to meet again on Saturday to see another property. In the run-up to the Saturday, I got to know that she lived in Chembur. She and her boyfriend, Ravi had been together since Class 12, which made it a 5-year relationship by then. They were in love and were 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 skinny guys are the most ambitious ones 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,” she replied almost immediately. And nothing after that. It took her a good 10 mins to reply, “Wait”, and another 10 mins before sent me some pictures.
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 that 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.
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 asking for 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.
After I had met her for the first time, I knew that I had to write about her. I spent some time, doing some artwork, imagining Shreya. I sent her one of the pictures, the kind you see below.
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 being 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.
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She finally replied but seemed to have ignored the last picture. She told me that it was getting late and that she had 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 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. Now, I think I have shown you too much by sending that picture that Ravi took,” 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 the 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 sir,” 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, of 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 properties 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 baby was cute, she had her mother’s porcelain skin and my lips. I wish I could hold her someday. 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. To be written 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.
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 was 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 that 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 at the same 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 do often. There were many times when I would see her 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, probably all weekend. She called her husband during her most infertile times. I knew, in the mornings after I saw her husband leave, that I was fucking not to knock her up, but for the fun of it. It was thrilling. But at 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 on the local train in rush hour.
It was close to 0530 PM when I was satisfied with the arrangements. I texted Nidhi that I was going to be away for the evening, and that 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 would 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, slow burn 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 doorbell 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 salwar. What I loved about the kurta though, was 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 herself 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.
“Oh,” Shreya said, not sure how to respond to that.
On my coffee table were my three favorite things in the house — my steel lighter, an ashtray that a girlfriend had gifted me, 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.” I said.
“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. You won’t have to change trains.”
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 with the beer.
“Yes sir,” Shreya had clasped her hand on her lap and made herself smaller. She had the entire 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 my 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 your other requirements will be satisfied too,” she looked at me. Her face was soft, a comely face, with 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 a 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 the internet of three guys and a girl having…sex”
It was heartwarming to hear someone say ‘sex’ as 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 me 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 responded.
“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 question 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, and 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 for 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. By clasping her hands, and being hunched over, she wanted to make her frame smaller. But what 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 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 and 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 see me light another cigarette. I turned on the TV and browsed through some music to play.
“I am playing some music. Do you have a 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, and turned down the volume. She picked up her beer and reached for a piece of the appetizer. She was quiet, I was quiet, and 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 toward 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 the 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 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 was 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.
When I held her kurta and told her to remove it, I expected Shreya to laugh it off or, change the topic. I wasn’t drunk, had just a little buzzy from alcohol and cigarettes. My expectations were low … until she stood in front of me.
She didn’t look me in the eyes. She looked at the wall behind me, as she reached for the hem of her kurta and started pulling it up. I reached for the remote and turned the music down even further, never taking my eyes off the girl undressing in front of me.
It wasn’t a strip tease. Shreya was all too quick about it. No lingering eye contact, like Nidhi does, nor the seduction with which Aanya did it.
In a flash, Shreya was in a bra — a white, padless bra. The cups hid almost all her breasts, it wasn’t the kind of bra that you wear while riding a dick. It’s the kind you’d buy from the weekly markets in Bandra. She didn’t know what to do with the kurta in her hand. She stood there, folding the kurta. I extended my hand to take it off her hand. Once she had the kurta off her hand, she loosened the knots of her salwar and slid it down. She wore a pink panty, worn out from the washes.
In her underwear, Shreya looked different. Her body was young and taut in every way, yet shy. I didn’t want to ruin the moment by opening my mouth. I reached for a cigarette, lit it, and laid back on the couch. She was conscious of my wandering eyes. Once I ignored the unsexy underwear, it was hard not to be hard for her.
Her navel was squeezed, her thighs soft and smooth. Her collarbones stood out for me, especially now that there were so few things covering her. I didn’t realize how much I was staring at her, till I saw her stiffen. She closed her fists, and pressed her arms to the side. She looked down now, to her feet. Without her clothes, she looked taller, slimmer, and overall delicious. Her phone rang.
It was face up, and I could see the name “Ravi” flash, with a contact picture of a lanky boy. Shreya moved quickly, took her phone, silencing it. Her hair was let down by then, casually lying on her shoulders. As she bent over to take the phone, her belly showed a faint bulge. Hers was a raw body, not chiseled through crunches or starved. She ate her vada pavs and relished her beers.
She was looking at the phone, thinking about what to do. I couldn’t help but smile at the situation. I wish she were more communicative. I would have loved to know what was she thinking when she agreed to come here and what did she think was going to happen when she started taking off her clothes in my living room. The phone started ringing again, and she silenced it again.
“You should pick that up,” I muted the TV, and stubbed my cigarette. I sipped my whisky.
She looked at me and answered the phone. She turned away, as she talked with her boyfriend. She had a prominent spine, and the small of her back had a ridge. I wanted to run my fingers through it. Her butt, still in that pink panty, was proportionate with the rest of her slender taut body.
She was talking vigorously in Marathi. I caught bits and pieces of it, it didn’t seem like a pleasant conversation. She was trying to explain to him where she was and why she cannot do a video call till late at night. And why she couldn’t pick up the phone on the first ring. I picked up my packet of cigarettes again and glanced at the watch. I had so little time to enjoy the half-naked girl in front of me.
I got up from the couch and walked up to her. She was too engrossed in the conversation, to notice me crouch behind her. I did it swiftly, in one go. I held her panty at its waistband and pulled it down. The panty was halfway` down her legs before she could turn and look at me. She couldn’t say anything, because, as per the conversation she was having with her boyfriend, she was showing an apartment to a family. There’s no way to explain, “Why are you pulling my panty down?” in that scenario.
She squeezed her legs together instead. I squeezed her thighs in return. They were as soft as they looked. I pulled her legs apart, by the thighs. It didn’t take much of that for her to loosen her legs and let the panty fall to her ankles. I pulled at the panty again, and she stepped out of them.
She was telling Ravi that she had to go. But it didn’t seem like he wanted to end the call soon. While still crouching, I squeezed her ass cheeks. They had a hot jiggle to them. She looked back at me, her expression was more anxious than turned on.
I stood up, and reached for her bra clasp. As she felt my fingers against her back, she turned again. She didn’t resist, knowing that she couldn’t do anything about it. She turned her head to look away from me and told her boyfriend that she really had to go. I undid her clasp and slid the bra forward. I took off the bra strap from her left shoulder. The bra hung onto her right shoulder, her left arm was still curved, because of the phone call. I wanted to it off, but I didn’t want to interrupt the call.
I wanted to turn her around and see her naked tits. I reached around, touching her left nipple. There was a sharp intake of breath, as I held the nipple between my fingers. I felt them get hard between her fingers. I wet my fingers and reached around again, wetting her nipple with my spit.
I held her waist, squeezing it from both sides, caressing her sides, as she kept struggling to get off the phone. I wasn’t hard at all. She wasn’t involved in the act. The only piece of clothing on her was the bra, hanging uselessly by her shoulder. She could have let it go any time, all she needed to do was straighten her arm.
I walked back to the couch, sat down, and sipped my whisky, checking her out from top to bottom, her naked butt and back. She was standing stiffly, conscious of my gaze, and conscious of the situation she has put herself into. I rubbed my dick through my trousers, as I stared at her naked butt cheeks, imagining all the things I will do to her.
When she got off the phone, the first thing she did was let her bra fall on the floor, the same place her panty was. She didn’t turn around, instead gazed at the muted TV, its dull visualization. I unmuted the TV and increased the volume just a little.
“Why did you do this, sir?” she asked, still looking away. I couldn’t see her hands anymore.
I took a deep breath and decided to make her drop this ‘shy girl, who doesn’t know what’s happening’ act.
“Your clothes are right here. You can wear them if you want. I wanted to see more of you, which is why I took the last of your clothes,” I paused for a sip, “and I like what I see”
Shreya turned around slowly. She covered her breasts with an arm and covered her mound with the palm of the other. She took little steps towards me, keeping her thighs pressed. She didn’t meet my eyes. It was when she walked past the puddle of her underwear, not bending over to wear them, that I felt a twitch in my dick.
“The hands don’t cover anything. Take them away” I said firmly.
She looked up and gingerly took away her hands. It was the first time I saw her naked breasts. They were perky, her nipples were dark, and the areolas were perfect circles. I touched my upper lip with my tongue, out of reflex. I lowered my gaze to look at the other thing she had been covering — her mound. She had a sparse bush, the kind you’d get if you used a scissor instead of a razor. It wasn’t the pussy that I would eat, but it would make grinding against her pubic bone much better.
By the time I looked up to her face, she had lowered her gaze, and stood stiff, with her arms by her side, like in the savdhan position.
“Shreya, listen,” I started. She didn’t look up.
“Look at me, I am talking to you” I leaned forward, and rested my elbows on my knees.
She raised her eyes. I was looking at her perky tits as I talked to her, “I want to make a few things clear. I like you, I like your body. And this evening, in about 1 and a half hours that we have left, I want your body to pleasure me”
She opened her mouth to say something, “Yes, you have a boyfriend. I don’t care. I don’t want to be your boyfriend. The first time I saw you, in that flat, I was curious about what was inside those loose clothes. That’s all.” I stood up.
“Now that you are here, I want you to loosen up. Do you really want this? Nothing has happened yet, I haven’t touched you much, you haven’t touched me much. We can end this right now, and stay entirely professional.”
I walked up to her, “Or, you can say yes, and let me have you. I want to do a lot of things to you. But I don’t want to do any of that if you don’t say yes right now”
She was quiet. I was quiet. We were at an impasse. I was still a foot away from her. I would have liked nothing more than to pull her naked body by the waist and kiss her, to suck on her nipples, to squeeze her ass cheeks and grind her crotch onto mine. But I had to be patient. What I was doing then, was risky. And I have a lot of things to lose if things went wrong.
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“I love —” She started sobbing. She covered her face and sobbed.
This wasn’t the kind of crying I like from women. I had to try very hard to not show annoyance. All this build-up, only to see this young naked girl in front of me, cry. I took off my tee shirt, “It’s okay. Take this.”
She didn’t move and continued crying. Her chest heaved from the sobs, her breasts were doing slight jiggles every time she sobbed hard. I put my hand on her bare shoulder and repeated, “Take this. Wear this and come and sit”
She removed her hands from the face, to see that I was standing bare-chested, with my tee shirt extended to her. I did that simply for convenience. On her slender frame, my tee shirt would cover a quarter of her thighs. And it would be much quicker and less depressing to see her dress again in front of me.
She was looking at my chest as she took the tee shirt. After she put on the tee, I held her by the shoulder and said, “What happened?”
“I am sorry sir,” she said.
“Alright, let’s just sit for some time, have a beer, and then you can go and dress in my room, and leave for home”
“No sir, I don’t want to leave so early”
“Okay, whatever you like. Come,” I wrapped my hand around her shoulder, and sat her down on the couch.
As she sat down, the tee shirt rode up a little, exposing most of her inner thighs. If I could crouch between her legs, I would have a clear view of her slightly bushy pussy. I got her a new beer, and I sat beside her, with our knees touching.
I lit a cigarette and laid back on the couch. She sipped her beer. We were quiet. I used the time to browse Netflix. I decided to watch Luckiest Girl Alive after Shreya left. I wasn’t in the best of moods, to call Nidhi over, after this flop show.
I was scrolling through Reddit, pinging some Redditors if they would be interested in a Wild Indica interview. I didn’t try to hide my screen, it didn’t take Shreya long to notice all the naked butts and boobs go past my screen.
“Are you watching porn?” She asked, in a matter-of-fact voice.
I gave her a short summary of what I do as a hobby. I showed her my blog. I didn’t point out that I have been writing about her. She didn’t ask for the address of the blog or my Reddit handle. I showed her my post about u/arora_chef and u/yoursparrowbabe. She asked me if I had ever met them.
“No.”
“Will you ever meet them?”
“Probably not,” I said, scrolling through Indian NSFW subreddits, trying to find some verified females and couples.
“I am sorry sir,” she started again.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to —”
“I came here because I wanted a break from the monotony. I have never done this before.”
I stopped scrolling, and my screen had a GIF of a Redditor spit-roasted, by two men as her husband recorded them. I looked at her, and turned towards her slightly. She had my full attention.
“Ravi was asking me where I was. I couldn’t tell him the truth, I am always truthful, but sometimes it’s all boring.”
I patted her shoulder, and said, “It’s okay. You don’t have to be sorry or do anything that you don’t like”
“No, but I like this. That’s why I was crying.”
“What did you like?”
“Undressing in front of you, the way you have been staring at me. It made me feel…”
I rested a hand on her bare thigh, touching the inner side, and gripping it firmly.
“Made you feel what?”
“I don’t know. Excited.”
“Oh,” I caressed are thigh, “You have been with your boyfriend right? I assumed that since you two have been together so long, you guys must have…”
“Yes, twice, we have.”
She wouldn’t say sex.
“Okay… So, when you came in here, what did you think would happen?” I asked, caressing her inner thigh. I was close to her crotch, I knew it because I could feel the heat radiate from her crotch. My wrist was touching the hem of my tee shirt on her. One swift move and I could have touched her pussy.
“I don’t know sir,” she shook her head and sipped her beer.
I inched towards her pussy. She had been with a guy twice, which meant I had a task in hand. I am not accustomed to being with girls who haven’t sucked half a dozen dicks, before my dick finds its way inside them. It made me hard, making it difficult for me to be patient. And her sitting bra-less in my thin cotton tee shirt wasn’t helping the case.
She kept her beer down on the table and was quiet, looking at a distance. I leaned on her, she turned her head towards me, and I went to kiss her lips. Her lips were pursed when I kissed them, I caressed her thigh, kissed her chin, and moved back.
She didn’t move forward or flinched back. I went for a kiss again, this time, holding her face between my hands, with my thumb under her chin. Shreya’s lips rough. I pulled at her chin with my thumb, parting her lips. There was no going back from there.
She let my tongue in, her tongue tasted of beer and chicken, I tightened my grip around her face and kissed her. I moved closer to her. I touched her thigh again, and made my way to her pussy. I ran a finger on the inner thigh, not touching her pussy, but her pubic bone.
When she didn’t flinch, I made my way down to her pussy. I ran my finger across her bush, to find her slit. It was incredibly warm down there. She parted her legs a little, to accommodate my palm. It’s always a thrill to touch a new pussy. The texture, and the structure are all different.
I pressed my finger on her slit. She was wet. Not just wet, but so wet that I could have slipped right in. I don’t get hard so easily, but touching her wet pussy, made me want to take off my pants to give my dick more room to grow.
I broke our kiss and stood up. Her lips were still parted, and wet from our spit around them. She was looking at me, with a look of ‘what happened’. I pulled my pants down, making a show of my pant getting stuck on my hard dick. When I got my pants down, my dick made an exaggerated bounce. I looked at Shreya, and it was heartening to see her gaze fixed on my dick. I stepped out of my pants and moved towards her.
Shreya had her hands beside her, she was fixed in her place, just staring at my dick. Her nipples were poking through the tee shirt, and with me touching her pussy, the tee shirt had ridden up, exposing all of her thighs, and her bush. I stroked my dick in front of her, not that it needed any stroking.
With my other hand, I took hers and placed it on my dick. Her hand felt cold against my dick. I stroked myself with her fingers curled around my dick. I was dry and needed some of her spit.
“Open your mouth”
“Sir?” she was anxious.
I took a step closer to her, my dick was at her eye level. I lowered myself to align it with her mouth.
“Open your mouth,” I repeated.
“Sir, I have never done it. I —”
“There’s a first time for everything,” I said, adjusting her head.
She parted her lips, barely. My dick touched her lips. She repulsed. I held her head in place, by a clutch of her hair. I pushed in. I felt my dick head hit her teeth. I pulled back, “wider,” I said.
Her eyes widened, she wanted to say something, but she kept quiet and opened her mouth wider. I pushed into her mouth. She let me in, halfway, before I hit the back of her throat. I could feel her tongue pulsating on my dick.
I thrust into her mouth a couple of times. I was looking down at her mouth, the way my dick half entered her. She wrinkled her eyebrows, had closed her eyes. I pulled my dick away and looked at her clenched face. She opened her eyes, a moment later. I still had a clutch of her hair in my hand. When she opened her eyes, I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips.
She returned it, more enthusiastic that time, thinking that I was done fucking her mouth.
I was far from done with her mouth.
I pulled her up by the hair, forcing her to stand on her feet. She groaned, and said, “Sir —”
Once she was on her feet, I held her waist and stepped closer to her. I leaned in, and whispered in her ears, “All I ask from you, is to open your mouth wide, and let me have you.”
When she didn’t reply, I sighed, and said, “Do you want us to stop?”
She shook her head. I let go of her hair and rested my hands on her shoulders. I squeezed them, as I said, “Then kneel.”
Shreya parted her lips, her face a mix of confusion and lust. Of scandal and sex. Of taboo and temptation. Of danger and desire.
She went down on her knees, one knee at a time. There’s a reason I have a carpet near my sofa. It gives the girls a comfortable place to kneel.
When Shreya knelt in front of me, I parted my legs and walked closer to her. I held my dick, and on cue, Shreya opened her mouth wide. I plunged my dick inside her. She tried to move back, but I held her shoulder with one hand and her head with another. I let my dick stay inside her mouth.
It was quite a sight, seeing Shreya like that. She had her hands on my thighs, trying to push away. She puffed her cheeks trying to breathe through her mouth, in the panic of having a hard dick so deep inside her mouth.
When I pulled out, Shreya gasped for air, her eyes wide and wild. I could see the panic in her gaze as she looked up at me, her lips parted and slick with her saliva. Without a word, I pushed my dick back into her mouth, feeling her tongue pulse against me as I thrust in and out. I could feel the power coursing through my veins, the primal energy of the moment fueling my every movement.
Shreya moaned and groaned, her moans reverberating through my dick. When I hit her throat, I knew it, because she flailed her arms. I pulled out quickly.
Shreya held her throat and gagged. I held her by a clutch of her hair and jerked her head in place again. I entered her mouth again, more earnestly that time. I hit her throat again, but that time I didn’t pull out. I stayed there, buried inside her mouth.
It didn’t last long. I felt her throat constrict around my dickhead. It was a pleasurable feeling, but I also felt her jaws clench. I pulled out, and held her hair as Shreya threw up whatever she had eaten. It was violent, but Shreya’s body made it look sexy. She held her throat, and coughed, as she threw up near my feet.
It wasn’t the first time, a made a woman gag on my dick. And it wouldn’t be the last.
I watched as Shreya gasped for air, her chest heaving up and down. The sight of her kneeling before me, some of her vomit on my tee shirt that she was wearing, only fueled my desire. I reached down and grabbed her hair once more, pulling her head up to meet my gaze. "You're a filthy little slut," I growled, my voice laced with desire. "But that's exactly what I want."
“Sir, I am sorry, I vomitted. I —”
I stepped closer to her, the tip of my cock hovering near her face. Shreya looked up at me, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and arousal. Without warning, I slapped her across the face, hard enough to leave a red mark on her cheek. "You like that, don't you?" I asked, my voice rough.
"You like being degraded, being used for my pleasure."
Shreya didn't answer, but I could see the way her body trembled with anticipation. I pushed my cock into her mouth once again, feeling her tongue swirl around the head. As I thrust deeper, I could feel her throat tighten around me, the sensation driving me wild. I pulled out again, this time dragging the head of my cock along her lips before plunging back in. I could hear her gagging again, her body struggling to keep up with my pace. But I didn't care. All that mattered was the raw, primal pleasure coursing through my veins.
When I was done fucking her throat, I pulled her up by her hair and pushed her to the couch. She fell on the couch, all the time looking at me, anticipating what I would do to her next. She was out of breath and was breathing hard when I held her knees and pulled her. I spread her legs apart, prying them open by the knees.
“Sir…” she said, when I swiftly moved the vomit-stained tee shirt above her head, and tucked it behind her back. Her breasts were out, her legs were open, and my dick was wet. Those are the only things that mattered to me then.
I lowered myself and rubbed my dick on her bush. I pressed on it till I felt her wet and warm slit. I guided my tip to the slit and pushed in. I was half an inch when I looked up. Shreya’s hands were beside her, her tits were out, and she had slouched on the couch when I had pulled her more toward the edge. Her naked ass was hanging pretty much in the air. Her chin had stains of spit and mucous, and her cheek still read from my slap. Her eyes had watered from all the fucking I gave her face.
Her mouth had slacked open, “Sir,” she said. I looked her in the eyes, when I thrust inside her, the full length of mine.
“Ow,” she said. I leaned down to kiss her nipple while keeping myself inside her. I looked down at the little wrinkles of flesh on her slender young waist as I started pounding her.
I closed my eyes and tried to feel every bit of pressure that her pussy put on my dick. She moaned, saying, ‘sir’ in between her moans. When I opened my eyes, I saw her breasts move with each thrust of mine, helplessly jiggling with every pounding her pussy was getting.
Her phone started ringing again, and we both glanced over. It was Ravi again. I didn’t stop thrusting inside her as I reached for the phone and handed it to her. As she stared at the screen, I held on to her thighs and pounded her. The only sounds in the room were then of our thighs hitting each other, of the squelch of her pussy when I entered her. I closed my eyes to give her the privacy to take the call, but my dick was much too invested in her to let her go.
“Sir, the phone —”
“Answer it, else he will keep calling”
Her entire body was moving with me, with each of my thrusts. I had sweated a little by then, I wiped my forehead and adjusted myself to enter her at a different angle.
“Hello,” she said
With each of my thrusts, her voice quivered, the way it will quiver when you talk while jumping. I didn’t lower my pace, I kept dipping my full length inside her, and coming out. I relied on her phone’s noise cancellation to delete the sounds of our flesh slapping against each other.
She was out of breath when she started speaking. She was speaking in Marathi, but from what I could make, she was saying that she was on a train. It was crowded. She had to take pauses, to avoid missing syllables because of my thrusts.
When she disconnected the phone, I quickened my pace.
“Sir, I have to go,” she said, in between my thrusts.
That felt like an insult. I nodded and closed my eyes. I imagined Nidhi as I fucked her. It didn’t take long for me to come close. Nidhi’s breasts on my face, her confident moans, the way she would take my dick all the way down her throat.
When I was about the cum, I opened my eyes and saw her looking at the phone for the time. I pulled out. I pulled her face toward me and held it fixed. It all happened too fast for her to comprehend. I stroked my dick in front of her face, and I came.
When my first spurt hit her face, she flinched and raised her hands to cover her face. But it wasn’t enough to block my second spurt on her face. Most of my cum hit her cheek, and some of it was across her chin. I rubbed my dick head against her palms which she had placed in front of her face for protection.
I stepped back, to admire the mess on her face. She could go now, she was anyway getting late. I reached for a cigarette and lit it, as Shreya was trying to figure out what to do with the cum on her cheek and chin. Her tits were still out, my tee shirt was still tucked behind her neck. With the cigarette between my lips, I walked over and picked up her underwear lying on the floor. I gave her the panty, “Here, use it.”
“But sir —”
“The longer you wait, the stickier it will get”
She took her panty and wiped her face with it. She checked the panty, it was stained with my cum. It was admirable that she would be walking with a cum stained panty, sitting on a train, probably talking to her Ravi on the way, with my cum on her panty. My whisky was already done.
I walked over to the bottle of whisky, stepping over the little puddle of vomit, still naked, to make a large peg for myself. I checked my phone, Nidhi had sent a text, she wanted to come over for breakfast, which was the code for staying in bed all day. I sent her a heart emoji.
When I turned around, Shreya was clasping her bra. Her panty had a stain on the back, and my cum was sitting on a spot on her panty, where her ass-cheeks would have been. If only there were more time, I would have cum on her ass, after doing her from behind. She had left my tee on the sofa. My dick had softened by then, and whatever little cum was left behind, had formed a satisfying coat around my foreskin. I noticed a strand of pubic hair on my dick. I was shaved, so, it had to be Shreya’s. I brushed it off.
Once Shreya was dressed, she texted furiously on the phone. She looked back to see me. I was resting against the kitchen counter. She looked at my dick first, and then at me.
“I’ll get going, sir,” she said, still sniffling, still wiping her face with her fingers, unsure if some of my cum was still there.
“Bye.”
She walked to the door and looked behind, but I stayed where I was. She closed the door behind her.
The End
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Terrific!!! Did you meet her again... this can’t be the end Man.. there has to be a sequel.
Terrific! Personally I would have preferred a stronger facial. Did you cum oh her phone too?