Adultery Neighbour Affair

[godofgoud]

Sirisha continued to caress her body, her eyes focused on her tablet as she moved slowly. Then her hand began to slowly undo the buttons of her top, enough for me to make out she was braless. Slowly, she parted the fabric some more, exposing more and more of her mounds, and again from a distance I was admiring their size and shape. Her hand then slipped under the fabric and cupped her left breast, slowly caressing and moving it around in circles as she arched her back and partially closed her eyes.

 

By now, my cock was aching at full mast, throbbing in my pants. I instinctively rubbed my shaft with my palms, feeling a surge of pleasure through my body. I leaned forward a little, now not bothering if she would see me. She had parted her top more and it now lay spread to her side, completely exposing her gorgeous bosom, rising and down with her breathing.

 

She continued looking at her tablet as she softly squeezed her breasts, playing with her nipples one by one. Her hand left her chest and travelled slowly down till it disappeared into her pants, causing her body to suddenly arch up a moment later, quite obviously having contacted her folds, even perhaps her clitoris. Her hand remained there for some time, and I could make out slow movements that also caused her body to slowly writhe. Her eyes opened and closed but continued to look at her tablet. A few moments later, her hands began moving a little faster and her body began writhing in rhythm. She then placed the tablet on the sofa, and while still looking down at it, she quickly slid off her pants and top and sat back down completely nude. Her one hand disappeared between her legs as they came together, and the other hand went back to her breasts, caressing them and massaging them one by one.

I was going mad. My shaft ached and lay stuck between the fabric of my pants and thigh, oozing precum. The palm of my hand continued to rub it and caress it up and down, almost reaching to the point of no return. A film of sweat formed on my brow and my breathing became heavier as I thought to myself, 'She really does like to be watched.'

 

Her touch became more urgent, I could tell. The legs had parted, and I could clearly see her hand rapidly moving up and down, rubbing her mound. Her other hand began squeezing her nipples and massaging the breasts more firmly. I knew she was nearly there. Both her hands dropped between her legs, rubbing furiously as she threw her head back and opened her mouth, no doubt, moans of pleasure escaping those luscious succulent lips, repeatedly as she climaxed.

 

And then it was over. Her hands remained down there but were motionless. Her head remained tilted back against the sofa and her eyes were now closed. Her chest rose and down with her heavy breathing. And I continued to watch as I rubbed my manhood, still pulsating and begging for release. But I didn't want to expose myself on the balcony and nor did I want to rush inside and miss whatever was left of the show.

 

Just then, Sirisha stood up and walked over to the show window, completely naked, with her hair looking a little dishevelled. She lingered there for a moment and I could make out a very wicked grin spread across her face as she drew the curtains to indicate the end of an act at a play. I smiled and ran to my bedroom, shed my clothes and relieved myself with a massive climax that certainly eased some of the tension.

 

That night, I was again a bit restless. I couldn't believe the show Sirisha had put on for me. Just a few weeks back I had imagined her to be a conservative young lady, and now here she was, putting on a sultry show for my pleasure. I didn't know where else this was going to lead to, but I had to find out.