13-05-2020, 09:10 AM
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Fyi. Ramu is Ramalal's nickname
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Anjali’s viewpoint
Anjali watched the young man’s lithe arms and body from the balcony of their house as he was bent over washing their clothes on a stone outside. This was her favorite time of the day when she got to admire the young man before her. She had watched Ramalal turn from a scrawny thin boy to a man in front of her eyes over the past 2 years. Ramu turned around and winked at her as Anjali let out a shy giggle at having been “caught”.
By this time, Ramu knew that Anjali had come out to admire him and he purposely flexed his arms knowing that she’d be watching.
This had been a common occurrence for them for the past few months where they had taken to admiring each other in passing.
Anjali sighed as the show finished and went into the kitchen to make some lemonade for when Ramu came back in. “Here Ramu” she said as he came inside the house.
Ramu smiled saying “Thank you” and touched her fingers when talking the cold drink. He sipped on it “It’s delicious!”
Anjali smiled shyly watching him pour the drink down his throat. Suddenly realizing that she had been staring at him, she quickly averted her gaze and went about looking busy. Things had become heated between them with the glances and hot brushing against each other “accidentally”.
Anjali felt bad for what she was doing, especially since her fantasies had invaded her sex sessions with Anwar. While Anwar hadn’t been inside of her in years, their sex had developed so that she teased him used her feet while talking dirty. Lately though, she had introduced Ramu to her naughty talk.
Just last night she had taken it a step further and made Anwar pretend as if he was worshiping Ramu’s feet. This had gotten them both off as Anjali fantasized about her Ramu making love to her, while her husband thought about worshiping Ramu’s feet.
To her amazement, she had come even harder when she learnt that Anwar had gone ahead and actually worshipped his feet! Her guilt at flirting with Ramu evaporated as she made Anwar tell her every detail of what happened. That night was the beginning for her and Ramu’s next step in their relationship.
Feeling bolder, she started wearing more revealing clothing when Anwar went to the office in the morning. Looking at the clock, she realized it was time and went outside to where Ramu was washing their clothes and sat down beside him. “Let me help you!” she said taking out a dirty shirt from the basket and wetting it.
“No madam! I can’t let you do that. You are the lady of the house. Uncle will kill me if he found out that I let you do this.” he said while reaching towards the shirt to snatch it away from her. As he grasped the shirt and started taking it away, Anjali pull back on it.
“No Ramu, I’m no better than you. We are both human beings and I’m bored!” she said laughing while pulling back with all her strength. The unexpected strength of the pull threw Ramu off his balance as he crashed into her.
They lay there like that for a few seconds that seemed to last forever, breathing hard both from the struggle and the excitement. Ramu being bigger than Angali fell in such a way that her face was covered by his chest and his lund poked through his lungi at her entrance. The only separation between them were her skirt and his white cloth pajamas. Anjali seeing an opportunity wrapped her legs around him and squealed “Hey, I got you!”. In the struggle that ensued, his dick rubbed against her nether regions several times before he managed to extricate himself.
Yelping in embarrassment, he quick ran away to the washroom pushing down on his dick. Anjali laughed with mirth at the young boy’s embarrassment. When he returned, he mumbled something about have to pee and Anjali nodded, pretending that she didn’t know exactly what he was up to.
That was only the beginning. It soon turned to a regular game where they’d splash water on each other, Anjali making sure to not wear a bra so he could see the outline of her boobs through the blouse. Things didn’t change until Ramu had decided that he wanted more and asked Anwar to give him Anjali. As soon as Anwar had agreed, Ramu had become bolder with Anjali, being the instigator of their encounters.
Things were perfect for Anjali and Anwar. Anjali had Ramu in the day and went out in the evening when Anwar came home so he could have some time alone with Ramu’s feet. Anjali always had amazing orgasms rubbing herself each night as Anwar told her of the things Ramu had made him do. It was delicious for her since she too had gotten off on knowing that her husband was worshipping Ramu like a god. It eased her conscience that they were both enjoying this new adventure. Though she still didn’t tell Anwar about her and Ramu’s flirtations. When Anwar told her about Ramu’s request to “take her”, she had been waiting with abated breath on the brink of an orgasm. “Well, what did you say?!” she almost screamed. “I said yes”. That had been the most earth-shattering orgasm of her life, leaving her twitching for several seconds and warmth that lasted her the entire night.
Knowing that she was Ramu’s woman now, she had gotten bolder in their interactions.
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A week later, Anjali found herself watching a horror movie “Night of the living dead” on Netflix. “Ramu, can you make some popcorn?” she asked nonchalantly.
“Ok madam!” came the reply from the kitchen and a few minutes later Ramu walked into the living room with freshly popped popcorn holding it out to her. Rather than the popcorn, Anjali grabbed Ramu’s wrist and puled him towards the sofa asking him to sit.
Ramu was shocked. Though he had sat on the sofa several times before, he had never done so in front of Anjali. “Are you sure madam?” he asked tentatively “I don’t want to ruin your couch”
Anjali frowned “Don’t be silly! You take as many showers as I do. Sit down! That’s an order!” she said with a smile.
Ramu gave a grin in reply and sat beside Anjali. They were so close that their legs were merely an inch apart.
“I love watching scary movies, but I get scared watching it alone. I need someone to watch with me.” she explained as if this was a perfectly reasonable situation.
Once the movie started Anjali waited a full 20 minutes before leaning in closer to Ramu and just when the first scary part happened, she threw her arms around Ramu’s neck and buried herself in his chest.
“Aieeee!!” she shrieked in fake horror while Ramu sat still, too shocked to even comprehend what was happening. Anjali made sure to push her chest into his and whispered, “Please tell me when its over!”
Ramu waited minutes past the scene for his brain to return back to some form of normalcy before whispering in a hoarse voice “madam, its over”
Anjali slowly extracted herself from his neck, giving him a playful swat on his shoulder “Next time a woman holds you in fear, you hold her back and tell her it’s okay!”
Ramu just nodded his head with a dumbfounded look on his face.
The next time that Anjali screamed in terror and hid in his chest, he made sure to hold her in his arms. He made sure to let the hug last several minutes more than it needed to, not realizing that he had fallen into Anjali’s trap.
When the movie finished, Ramu looked at Anjali with a smile “You should watch more horror movies!”
“hah! You’d love that wouldn’t you!” she said pinching his cheeks.
These flirtatious moments occurred more often and increased in its sexual nature once Anjali knew that Ramu wanted her and Anwar had given her to him.
One morning, Anjali walked into the kitchen and noticed Ramu lifting up a heavy sack of rice to put into the now empty rice container. She stared at him admiringly and waited until he was finished before speaking “Wow Ramu, you’ve gotten really strong! I had to take a cup and transfer the rice in small amounts. How much weight do you think you can pick up now?” she asked in curiosity.
“I don’t know mam, there are no dumbbell weights around” he answered shyly. His ear’s reddening from the blush that had formed due to Anjali complement.
Giggling she replied “Well, see if you can pick me up!” Anjali replied. She had gained a few pounds since being married, standing at 5’5 and 150 lbs.
Anjali walked towards him and put her arms around his neck. “I’m ready when you are!”
“Mam, it would be easier if I lifted you from the back” he said trying to not look down her blouse.
Anjali giggle again “I know silly! This is the challenge to see how strong you are!”
Ramu sucked a breath in and put his hand under Anjali’s butt, blushing, he let out a low grunt as he used all his power to lift her up.
Anjali let out a squeal of surprise looking shocked. She had expected Ramu to give up after not being able to lift her off the ground.
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“Ramu! Oh my god! You’re so strong!” she exclaimed. She hadn’t been picked up like this since she had first married Anwar and that had turned out to be a disappointment.
Ramu slowly exhaled as he found his face resting on Anjali’s breasts. He felt himself harden slowly, which also coincidentally was aligned right between her thighs under her vagina.
Anjali’s legs hung besides Ramus, while she let out a contended sigh. This proved to her that it wasn’t her weight that kept Anwar from getting hard. She had started to think that maybe he just wasn’t attracted to her after her weight gain.
Ramu now looked perplexed at what to do having Anjali hanging off him. “Ma’am, what are you doing?” he asked in confusion.
“Shhh Ramu, this is the first time I’ve been picked up in years. I thought I had gotten too fat! I feel like I’m a girl again. Do you think you can hold me for a little longer?” she asked scooting a bit down so her vagina rubbed lightly at Ramu’s hardening dick.
Ramu stuttered as he felt his cheeks heat up again “Y- Yes Ma-am. I am strong” he said proud of himself.
“Yes you are Ramu… Yes you are.” She smiled whispering. Playing with his hair, she giggled feeling the hardness pushing against her entrance. She felt elated that she could have such an affect on him.
Five minutes went by in a blink as they held on to each other. Ramu feeling the softness of Anjali’s ass, while Anjali playing with his hair, smiling to herself as his hardness pressed into her.
Ramu cleared his throat. “Ma'am, my arms are hurting. I think I’m going to drop you”
Sighing, Anjali let go of Ramu’s neck and slowly got lowered to the ground.
Looking in Ramu’s eyes, Anjali came up with a brilliant idea. “Ramu! From now on, you can carry me like this. It can be your exercise. It will help you become stronger. What do you say?” she asked with a mischievous glint in her eye.
Ramu blinked in surprise as the words sank in. “Ok ma’am. I will get really strong that way” he said with a smile slowly appearing on his face as he realized that he could hold her again and feel the softness of her boobs and ass.
Laughing, Anjali pinched his cheeks and walked away, swaying her hips.
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“Just a bit more Ramu!” Anjali encouraged Ramu as he struggled to hold her up. They had been playing this game for a week now. Ramu had already gotten stronger being able to hold her up for almost 10 minutes before needing to lower her down.
“I … I…can’t!” Ramu struggled to hold Anjali up.
“I know you can do it!” Anjali yelled in encouragement. To encourage him, she started slowly bouncing up and down, making sure to rub against his hardness while saying “Go RAMU! You can do it Ramu!”
Suddenly, the rush of adrenaline from Anjali teasing his manhood gave him the strength that he needed to hold out for another minute.
As Anjali got lowered to the ground, they both noticed that Ramu’s pajama had a tent in it from Anjali’s ministrations. Ramu’s entire face turned pink as he tried to push his cock down stuttering “I… I’m sorry ma'am!”
Anjali just laughed and moved his hands away. Look Ramu, you held out for another minute because I started rubbing against you. It helped you get adrenaline and made you stronger she explained as if this was perfectly normal.
“Oh..” Ramu said, not knowing what to say next.
Anjali took Ramu’s face in her hands. “Listen Ramu, I really want to help you become stronger. You’re give me the self-confidence I need. I’m going to make sure that you become really strong!” she said in a sweet voice.
A few days later, they began their routine as usual shortly after Anwar left for the office.
“Come on tiger!” Anjali said smiling as Ramu moved towards her to pick her up. They had begun doing this 5 times a day, 5 days a week. Ramu had become less ashamed and sometimes even moved Anjali up and down with his arms, making sure than she rubbed against his manhood giving him the adrenaline he needed. Anjali just giggled when he did this, giving him the encouragement to grow bolder.
“This time Ramu, lets do something different. Why don’t you walk around while carrying me? This will help your legs become stronger too.” She said mischievously.
“Oh. OK madam, that makes sense” he replied starting to move. He soon found out that it was a completely different thing to walk while carrying something. It made him tired more easily as he walked around the house. Anjali meanwhile felt herself get giddy with excitement as Ramu rubbed against her harder with each step. It was natural friction working against their bodies.
Ramu had gone two rounds in a circle in the living room when he started really struggling. By the third round, he felt his grip weaken. Afraid that he would drop Anjali, he pushed himself backwards and towards the sofa. Ramu crashed against the sofa as Anjali squealed in surprise as she clung on to Ramu with her eyes closed.
Ramu fell on to the sofa with a grunt, his back hitting the sofa so that he was in a sitting position with Anjali on his laps facing towards him. Her legs were splayed by his thighs and her face on his neck, arms wrapped around his neck. He felt more turned on than ever.
Anjali slowly pulled backwards, making a fist and lightly punching Ramu on the chest. “Don’t scare me like that!”
She then realized that she could feel Ramu’s erection more acutely than ever sitting in his lap, as if she was riding him. Felling herself getting excited and wet, she didn’t want the moment to end.
“Do you see Ramu? you have gotten strong in your arms, but you don’t have the stamina! We should do this more often, so your legs get used to it.” She said trying to extend the conversation as much as possible while she got more turned on by the second. “Well, there’s no use getting off your lap now, you have to do this at least 2 more times before the exercise is finished” Angali said with a finality, shifting around to get more comfortable so Ramu’s dick was poking right at her entrance with only their clothes separating them.
Ramu sat there for far longer than he needed to wondering how this could be happening to someone like him. When he finally got ready, he pushed himself off the sofa, once again holding Angali’s ass while she clung on to him. Her entire weight supported by his hands that dug into her ass. He was looking forward to this new training technique he thought to himself smiling.
Anjali looked forward to her exercise time and watching movies with Ramu. They had become like lovers in all but name. The only thing that kept anything more from happening was a kiss. A kiss that would soon change everything.
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Anjali’s viewpoint
Anjali watched the young man’s lithe arms and body from the balcony of their house as he was bent over washing their clothes on a stone outside. This was her favorite time of the day when she got to admire the young man before her. She had watched Ramalal turn from a scrawny thin boy to a man in front of her eyes over the past 2 years. Ramu turned around and winked at her as Anjali let out a shy giggle at having been “caught”.
By this time, Ramu knew that Anjali had come out to admire him and he purposely flexed his arms knowing that she’d be watching.
This had been a common occurrence for them for the past few months where they had taken to admiring each other in passing.
Anjali sighed as the show finished and went into the kitchen to make some lemonade for when Ramu came back in. “Here Ramu” she said as he came inside the house.
Ramu smiled saying “Thank you” and touched her fingers when talking the cold drink. He sipped on it “It’s delicious!”
Anjali smiled shyly watching him pour the drink down his throat. Suddenly realizing that she had been staring at him, she quickly averted her gaze and went about looking busy. Things had become heated between them with the glances and hot brushing against each other “accidentally”.
Anjali felt bad for what she was doing, especially since her fantasies had invaded her sex sessions with Anwar. While Anwar hadn’t been inside of her in years, their sex had developed so that she teased him used her feet while talking dirty. Lately though, she had introduced Ramu to her naughty talk.
Just last night she had taken it a step further and made Anwar pretend as if he was worshiping Ramu’s feet. This had gotten them both off as Anjali fantasized about her Ramu making love to her, while her husband thought about worshiping Ramu’s feet.
To her amazement, she had come even harder when she learnt that Anwar had gone ahead and actually worshipped his feet! Her guilt at flirting with Ramu evaporated as she made Anwar tell her every detail of what happened. That night was the beginning for her and Ramu’s next step in their relationship.
Feeling bolder, she started wearing more revealing clothing when Anwar went to the office in the morning. Looking at the clock, she realized it was time and went outside to where Ramu was washing their clothes and sat down beside him. “Let me help you!” she said taking out a dirty shirt from the basket and wetting it.
“No madam! I can’t let you do that. You are the lady of the house. Uncle will kill me if he found out that I let you do this.” he said while reaching towards the shirt to snatch it away from her. As he grasped the shirt and started taking it away, Anjali pull back on it.
“No Ramu, I’m no better than you. We are both human beings and I’m bored!” she said laughing while pulling back with all her strength. The unexpected strength of the pull threw Ramu off his balance as he crashed into her.
They lay there like that for a few seconds that seemed to last forever, breathing hard both from the struggle and the excitement. Ramu being bigger than Angali fell in such a way that her face was covered by his chest and his lund poked through his lungi at her entrance. The only separation between them were her skirt and his white cloth pajamas. Anjali seeing an opportunity wrapped her legs around him and squealed “Hey, I got you!”. In the struggle that ensued, his dick rubbed against her nether regions several times before he managed to extricate himself.
Yelping in embarrassment, he quick ran away to the washroom pushing down on his dick. Anjali laughed with mirth at the young boy’s embarrassment. When he returned, he mumbled something about have to pee and Anjali nodded, pretending that she didn’t know exactly what he was up to.
That was only the beginning. It soon turned to a regular game where they’d splash water on each other, Anjali making sure to not wear a bra so he could see the outline of her boobs through the blouse. Things didn’t change until Ramu had decided that he wanted more and asked Anwar to give him Anjali. As soon as Anwar had agreed, Ramu had become bolder with Anjali, being the instigator of their encounters.
Things were perfect for Anjali and Anwar. Anjali had Ramu in the day and went out in the evening when Anwar came home so he could have some time alone with Ramu’s feet. Anjali always had amazing orgasms rubbing herself each night as Anwar told her of the things Ramu had made him do. It was delicious for her since she too had gotten off on knowing that her husband was worshipping Ramu like a god. It eased her conscience that they were both enjoying this new adventure. Though she still didn’t tell Anwar about her and Ramu’s flirtations. When Anwar told her about Ramu’s request to “take her”, she had been waiting with abated breath on the brink of an orgasm. “Well, what did you say?!” she almost screamed. “I said yes”. That had been the most earth-shattering orgasm of her life, leaving her twitching for several seconds and warmth that lasted her the entire night.
Knowing that she was Ramu’s woman now, she had gotten bolder in their interactions.
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A week later, Anjali found herself watching a horror movie “Night of the living dead” on Netflix. “Ramu, can you make some popcorn?” she asked nonchalantly.
“Ok madam!” came the reply from the kitchen and a few minutes later Ramu walked into the living room with freshly popped popcorn holding it out to her. Rather than the popcorn, Anjali grabbed Ramu’s wrist and puled him towards the sofa asking him to sit.
Ramu was shocked. Though he had sat on the sofa several times before, he had never done so in front of Anjali. “Are you sure madam?” he asked tentatively “I don’t want to ruin your couch”
Anjali frowned “Don’t be silly! You take as many showers as I do. Sit down! That’s an order!” she said with a smile.
Ramu gave a grin in reply and sat beside Anjali. They were so close that their legs were merely an inch apart.
“I love watching scary movies, but I get scared watching it alone. I need someone to watch with me.” she explained as if this was a perfectly reasonable situation.
Once the movie started Anjali waited a full 20 minutes before leaning in closer to Ramu and just when the first scary part happened, she threw her arms around Ramu’s neck and buried herself in his chest.
“Aieeee!!” she shrieked in fake horror while Ramu sat still, too shocked to even comprehend what was happening. Anjali made sure to push her chest into his and whispered, “Please tell me when its over!”
Ramu waited minutes past the scene for his brain to return back to some form of normalcy before whispering in a hoarse voice “madam, its over”
Anjali slowly extracted herself from his neck, giving him a playful swat on his shoulder “Next time a woman holds you in fear, you hold her back and tell her it’s okay!”
Ramu just nodded his head with a dumbfounded look on his face.
The next time that Anjali screamed in terror and hid in his chest, he made sure to hold her in his arms. He made sure to let the hug last several minutes more than it needed to, not realizing that he had fallen into Anjali’s trap.
When the movie finished, Ramu looked at Anjali with a smile “You should watch more horror movies!”
“hah! You’d love that wouldn’t you!” she said pinching his cheeks.
These flirtatious moments occurred more often and increased in its sexual nature once Anjali knew that Ramu wanted her and Anwar had given her to him.
One morning, Anjali walked into the kitchen and noticed Ramu lifting up a heavy sack of rice to put into the now empty rice container. She stared at him admiringly and waited until he was finished before speaking “Wow Ramu, you’ve gotten really strong! I had to take a cup and transfer the rice in small amounts. How much weight do you think you can pick up now?” she asked in curiosity.
“I don’t know mam, there are no dumbbell weights around” he answered shyly. His ear’s reddening from the blush that had formed due to Anjali complement.
Giggling she replied “Well, see if you can pick me up!” Anjali replied. She had gained a few pounds since being married, standing at 5’5 and 150 lbs.
Anjali walked towards him and put her arms around his neck. “I’m ready when you are!”
“Mam, it would be easier if I lifted you from the back” he said trying to not look down her blouse.
Anjali giggle again “I know silly! This is the challenge to see how strong you are!”
Ramu sucked a breath in and put his hand under Anjali’s butt, blushing, he let out a low grunt as he used all his power to lift her up.
Anjali let out a squeal of surprise looking shocked. She had expected Ramu to give up after not being able to lift her off the ground.
“Ramu! Oh my god! You’re so strong!” she exclaimed. She hadn’t been picked up like this since she had first married Anwar and that had turned out to be a disappointment.
Ramu slowly exhaled as he found his face resting on Anjali’s breasts. He felt himself harden slowly, which also coincidentally was aligned right between her thighs under her vagina.
Anjali’s legs hung besides Ramus, while she let out a contended sigh. This proved to her that it wasn’t her weight that kept Anwar from getting hard. She had started to think that maybe he just wasn’t attracted to her after her weight gain.
Ramu now looked perplexed at what to do having Anjali hanging off him. “Ma’am, what are you doing?” he asked in confusion.
“Shhh Ramu, this is the first time I’ve been picked up in years. I thought I had gotten too fat! I feel like I’m a girl again. Do you think you can hold me for a little longer?” she asked scooting a bit down so her vagina rubbed lightly at Ramu’s hardening dick.
Ramu stuttered as he felt his cheeks heat up again “Y- Yes Ma-am. I am strong” he said proud of himself.
“Yes you are Ramu… Yes you are.” She smiled whispering. Playing with his hair, she giggled feeling the hardness pushing against her entrance. She felt elated that she could have such an affect on him.
Five minutes went by in a blink as they held on to each other. Ramu feeling the softness of Anjali’s ass, while Anjali playing with his hair, smiling to herself as his hardness pressed into her.
Ramu cleared his throat. “Ma'am, my arms are hurting. I think I’m going to drop you”
Sighing, Anjali let go of Ramu’s neck and slowly got lowered to the ground.
Looking in Ramu’s eyes, Anjali came up with a brilliant idea. “Ramu! From now on, you can carry me like this. It can be your exercise. It will help you become stronger. What do you say?” she asked with a mischievous glint in her eye.
Ramu blinked in surprise as the words sank in. “Ok ma’am. I will get really strong that way” he said with a smile slowly appearing on his face as he realized that he could hold her again and feel the softness of her boobs and ass.
Laughing, Anjali pinched his cheeks and walked away, swaying her hips.
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“Just a bit more Ramu!” Anjali encouraged Ramu as he struggled to hold her up. They had been playing this game for a week now. Ramu had already gotten stronger being able to hold her up for almost 10 minutes before needing to lower her down.
“I … I…can’t!” Ramu struggled to hold Anjali up.
“I know you can do it!” Anjali yelled in encouragement. To encourage him, she started slowly bouncing up and down, making sure to rub against his hardness while saying “Go RAMU! You can do it Ramu!”
Suddenly, the rush of adrenaline from Anjali teasing his manhood gave him the strength that he needed to hold out for another minute.
As Anjali got lowered to the ground, they both noticed that Ramu’s pajama had a tent in it from Anjali’s ministrations. Ramu’s entire face turned pink as he tried to push his cock down stuttering “I… I’m sorry ma'am!”
Anjali just laughed and moved his hands away. Look Ramu, you held out for another minute because I started rubbing against you. It helped you get adrenaline and made you stronger she explained as if this was perfectly normal.
“Oh..” Ramu said, not knowing what to say next.
Anjali took Ramu’s face in her hands. “Listen Ramu, I really want to help you become stronger. You’re give me the self-confidence I need. I’m going to make sure that you become really strong!” she said in a sweet voice.
A few days later, they began their routine as usual shortly after Anwar left for the office.
“Come on tiger!” Anjali said smiling as Ramu moved towards her to pick her up. They had begun doing this 5 times a day, 5 days a week. Ramu had become less ashamed and sometimes even moved Anjali up and down with his arms, making sure than she rubbed against his manhood giving him the adrenaline he needed. Anjali just giggled when he did this, giving him the encouragement to grow bolder.
“This time Ramu, lets do something different. Why don’t you walk around while carrying me? This will help your legs become stronger too.” She said mischievously.
“Oh. OK madam, that makes sense” he replied starting to move. He soon found out that it was a completely different thing to walk while carrying something. It made him tired more easily as he walked around the house. Anjali meanwhile felt herself get giddy with excitement as Ramu rubbed against her harder with each step. It was natural friction working against their bodies.
Ramu had gone two rounds in a circle in the living room when he started really struggling. By the third round, he felt his grip weaken. Afraid that he would drop Anjali, he pushed himself backwards and towards the sofa. Ramu crashed against the sofa as Anjali squealed in surprise as she clung on to Ramu with her eyes closed.
Ramu fell on to the sofa with a grunt, his back hitting the sofa so that he was in a sitting position with Anjali on his laps facing towards him. Her legs were splayed by his thighs and her face on his neck, arms wrapped around his neck. He felt more turned on than ever.
Anjali slowly pulled backwards, making a fist and lightly punching Ramu on the chest. “Don’t scare me like that!”
She then realized that she could feel Ramu’s erection more acutely than ever sitting in his lap, as if she was riding him. Felling herself getting excited and wet, she didn’t want the moment to end.
“Do you see Ramu? you have gotten strong in your arms, but you don’t have the stamina! We should do this more often, so your legs get used to it.” She said trying to extend the conversation as much as possible while she got more turned on by the second. “Well, there’s no use getting off your lap now, you have to do this at least 2 more times before the exercise is finished” Angali said with a finality, shifting around to get more comfortable so Ramu’s dick was poking right at her entrance with only their clothes separating them.
Ramu sat there for far longer than he needed to wondering how this could be happening to someone like him. When he finally got ready, he pushed himself off the sofa, once again holding Angali’s ass while she clung on to him. Her entire weight supported by his hands that dug into her ass. He was looking forward to this new training technique he thought to himself smiling.
Anjali looked forward to her exercise time and watching movies with Ramu. They had become like lovers in all but name. The only thing that kept anything more from happening was a kiss. A kiss that would soon change everything.
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