14-11-2019, 02:36 AM
The day at office was testing me as it was getting difficult to focus on work. I had seen a drunk wild girl doing crazy stuff and then all her private parts I had a great chance to make love to her. Yet I could do nothing and now I wanted to do something to her. Whole day was spent in fantasizing things between me and her. I wished if I could get lucky with this girl. Not that it was the first time I had a chance with a girl. I had a couple of hot girlfriends back in the time while I was in college or also when I was in the USA, but I hadn’t seen any action in bed for at least past 2-3 years and now I was longing for some.
While coming home I found the key to her flat lying on the back seat of my car. She might have taken it out to give me in order to unlock her door, but instead she dropped it in my car. I kept that key in the glove box and drove home. The whole time I kept thinking if I could make use of this situation to get lucky with Razia. So a little wicked plan evolved in my mind and it brought a crooked wicked smile on my face.
I rung the door bell and she opened the door with a smile. I asked how she was feeling. She told about her day that she washed and dried and even ironed her own clothes and wore them. Then went to the pub directly, and searched for her keys. She got her Activa back but the key to her flat was still missing. I asked – ‘why didn’t you keep the keys in the same ring?’ She answered – ‘I do, usually, but last night I was drunk and had to leave my Activa at the pub. When the security guard asked for the key to the Activa I gave that to him securing the flat key out of the ring to myself so that I could get in but unfortunately I was too drunk to hold it until I got here and I must have dropped it either at the parking space at the pub or in your car. I lied – ‘I already looked for it in the whole car assuming if it were there but was of no use. You have lost your flat key and now need to get a spare made.
Our building did have a supervisor who had all the spare keys but for some reason he was on leave that day. Only thing he had forgotten to hand over to his deputy was the whole lot of spare keys. He wouldn’t return before a week. Lucky for me, but Razia was really desperate to get into her flat. She looked worried as she didn’t want be any burden upon me. But I was happy from inside. I had hid the key intentionally so that I could make her stay with me for longer. She wanted to look for a locksmith to get the lock banged but since it was already time before all the street side locksmiths would have gone home. Still we stepped on the street hoping to find one. From inside I wanted none to be found and my prayers were heard again.
While coming home I found the key to her flat lying on the back seat of my car. She might have taken it out to give me in order to unlock her door, but instead she dropped it in my car. I kept that key in the glove box and drove home. The whole time I kept thinking if I could make use of this situation to get lucky with Razia. So a little wicked plan evolved in my mind and it brought a crooked wicked smile on my face.
I rung the door bell and she opened the door with a smile. I asked how she was feeling. She told about her day that she washed and dried and even ironed her own clothes and wore them. Then went to the pub directly, and searched for her keys. She got her Activa back but the key to her flat was still missing. I asked – ‘why didn’t you keep the keys in the same ring?’ She answered – ‘I do, usually, but last night I was drunk and had to leave my Activa at the pub. When the security guard asked for the key to the Activa I gave that to him securing the flat key out of the ring to myself so that I could get in but unfortunately I was too drunk to hold it until I got here and I must have dropped it either at the parking space at the pub or in your car. I lied – ‘I already looked for it in the whole car assuming if it were there but was of no use. You have lost your flat key and now need to get a spare made.
Our building did have a supervisor who had all the spare keys but for some reason he was on leave that day. Only thing he had forgotten to hand over to his deputy was the whole lot of spare keys. He wouldn’t return before a week. Lucky for me, but Razia was really desperate to get into her flat. She looked worried as she didn’t want be any burden upon me. But I was happy from inside. I had hid the key intentionally so that I could make her stay with me for longer. She wanted to look for a locksmith to get the lock banged but since it was already time before all the street side locksmiths would have gone home. Still we stepped on the street hoping to find one. From inside I wanted none to be found and my prayers were heard again.
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