22-11-2020, 01:50 AM
Part-2
I had my lunch and I was lying in the sofa thinking about what happened. His touch kind of excited me. I was enjoying it now and smiling. But I was scared and didn’t want him to know that I enjoyed it.
There were some really cool guys in my class, there were hunks, but none of them excited me. I never fantasized about them. I don't know why I started to like this dark, lean and low-class driver. We were literally worlds apart. He is like Dhanush and I am like Sonam Kapoor. I wanted to offer myself to him. I wanted him to take me, everything that is mine. I wanted him to feel my feminineness, my intimate places. I wanted him to ravage me like an angry beast. I wanted this badly. The problem is, even He is scared. He doesn't know how I will react if He takes a step ahead. I am not sure how far I can go with him in doing all these things for real. In fantasies I can go and do all the nasty things but real life is so different.
I heard a knock on the door after a while. I went and opened the door. He was there standing. He asked if He could come in and watch TV. I was wearing a t-shirt and a short. He kept looking at my exposed legs. The short was above my thighs. He looked up after taking a quick look at my legs. I said 'ok, come in'. I closed the door after He entered the house. He sat in the sofa, the single seated. I went and sat in the adjacent three-seated.
I pulled a cushion and I snuggled behind it and kept staring at the screen. He looked at me and looked back at the TV. It was an awkward moment after all that happened earlier. He said sorry. I didn't react, kept watching the TV. He continued watching. I paused the TV after a while and broke the silence. I said it is ok. He became a bit relaxed after that. I said it is time for mom to come back home and I asked him to leave. He left soon and things went back to normal after that. He used to drop me in college regularly as He used to do as usual, but there was a difference, there was this unknown tension between us. Whenever there was eye contact, it felt strange and I diverted my eyes quickly. He used to come to watch TV in the afternoons as usual.
One day when we were watching TV as usual, I felt like teasing him a bit. I was wearing a t-shirt and a long skirt on that day.
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I was keeping my feet on the coffee table in front of the sofa. I bent one of my legs revealing a lot of skin on my legs. I did it as if I was doing so casually. I noticed him take a look but I acted as if I was immersed in the TV. I regularly remove the hair on my feet, so they will always be smooth. I told him that my legs are aching due to the workout in the gym. He asked me where was it paining. I said it was the feet. He looked at them. I was arching the foot. I asked him if He could give me a foot massage, if He didn’t mind it. He said ok. I put my legs on his lap immediately and laughed, 'press them'. I was leaning back in the sofa. He said 'hmm' and started pressing my feet. It was relaxing. He started pressing with both hands. He could touch my bare foot. His hands were warm and his touch was comforting my cold feet.
The skirt was covering most of my legs and He was pressing my legs over my dress. He said my legs are very smooth and soft. I said I knew it, without looking at him, watching the tv, blushing a bit, understanding where He is getting at. He started to caress my legs. as He moved his hands, his hands were brushing away my skirt upper and upper with every stroke. He lifted my skirt up, until my knees and started to massage my feet, mostly caressing them, feeling their softness. I put a music channel on and laid back, closing my eyes enjoying his touch. His touch was so soothing, I began to completely loosen myself, now almost lying flat on the sofa, shifting most of my weight onto his lap, moving my thighs closer to where his hands are. He didn't lift my skirt further, He was just not sure, if He could do that.
Then I decided to let him know that I didn't mind. I made the move. I folded my right leg leg a bit, giving him a good view of my left inner thigh, not sure if He could catch a glimpse of my panty as well, as I was obviously lying there with my eyes shut. I lowered the leg soon, ensuring that I was just teasing him and not showing too much. He was about to get his hands on my thighs and just then my cell phone rang. I removed my legs from his lap and woke up, adjusting my dress and ran to pick up the cell phone. It was mom. I told him that it was my mom and she may be coming soon and asked him to leave. He left reluctantly.
From then onwards we were free again and He started teaching me driving again. One day, during our late evening driving sessions, He placed his hand on mine guiding me in changing the gears. His elbow was lingering near my chest and I could feel it caressing my boobs. Once I shifted to the 4th gear, the elbow hit my left breast. We both knew what had happened, but I didn't react and acted normal. Though I am not fairly comfortable in changing gears, He ensured that He was holding my hand all the while that I was driving.
He said the safety belt is necessary and He put the belt onto me, He bent over me to reach the belt and He was pulling the belt hard, making it reveal my figure, the belt was going in between by boobs, and revealing how my assets looked. I knew He was enjoying it, and I didn't mind. I decided to tease him further and took him shopping one day. We went to a mall. I told him I wanted to buy some innerwear. He looked puzzled. I said I was shy to buy them and told him to pick up some for me. He was not sure if was being serious. I told him that this is a favour which I am asking him to do as I am shy. These malls have more salesmen than women making him believe my story. Now it came to the crucial topic of the size. I didn't tell anything. He was waiting for me to tell it, but He didn't have the courage to ask. I ask him to go. He asked me, how do I know which size. I looked away and said 'can't you guess'. He was embarrassed and was smiling. We were talking in a low voice, so that others couldn't hear. People assumed I brought the driver along to make him carry my bags. People had no idea what we were talking about. He acted innocent and said how can He guess that. I replied 'as if you haven't stared at them'. He pleaded me to stop playing games and tell. I told him I was seriously asking him to guess it. He asked '32 ?'. I said 'do they appear that small to you ?'. 'no, that's not what I meant' He tried to cover it. He then tried again "34 ?". "better" I said. " it is 34 b". Now go get them. I left him and went to other sections. He went and came back with a few models of my size. I was happy with the models He chose. Most of them are laced and modern with underwiring. He asked me what does the b stands for in the size. I told him it is the cup size. we were that free now, talking about my bra size, with my driver.
I had my lunch and I was lying in the sofa thinking about what happened. His touch kind of excited me. I was enjoying it now and smiling. But I was scared and didn’t want him to know that I enjoyed it.
There were some really cool guys in my class, there were hunks, but none of them excited me. I never fantasized about them. I don't know why I started to like this dark, lean and low-class driver. We were literally worlds apart. He is like Dhanush and I am like Sonam Kapoor. I wanted to offer myself to him. I wanted him to take me, everything that is mine. I wanted him to feel my feminineness, my intimate places. I wanted him to ravage me like an angry beast. I wanted this badly. The problem is, even He is scared. He doesn't know how I will react if He takes a step ahead. I am not sure how far I can go with him in doing all these things for real. In fantasies I can go and do all the nasty things but real life is so different.
I heard a knock on the door after a while. I went and opened the door. He was there standing. He asked if He could come in and watch TV. I was wearing a t-shirt and a short. He kept looking at my exposed legs. The short was above my thighs. He looked up after taking a quick look at my legs. I said 'ok, come in'. I closed the door after He entered the house. He sat in the sofa, the single seated. I went and sat in the adjacent three-seated.
I pulled a cushion and I snuggled behind it and kept staring at the screen. He looked at me and looked back at the TV. It was an awkward moment after all that happened earlier. He said sorry. I didn't react, kept watching the TV. He continued watching. I paused the TV after a while and broke the silence. I said it is ok. He became a bit relaxed after that. I said it is time for mom to come back home and I asked him to leave. He left soon and things went back to normal after that. He used to drop me in college regularly as He used to do as usual, but there was a difference, there was this unknown tension between us. Whenever there was eye contact, it felt strange and I diverted my eyes quickly. He used to come to watch TV in the afternoons as usual.
One day when we were watching TV as usual, I felt like teasing him a bit. I was wearing a t-shirt and a long skirt on that day.
I was keeping my feet on the coffee table in front of the sofa. I bent one of my legs revealing a lot of skin on my legs. I did it as if I was doing so casually. I noticed him take a look but I acted as if I was immersed in the TV. I regularly remove the hair on my feet, so they will always be smooth. I told him that my legs are aching due to the workout in the gym. He asked me where was it paining. I said it was the feet. He looked at them. I was arching the foot. I asked him if He could give me a foot massage, if He didn’t mind it. He said ok. I put my legs on his lap immediately and laughed, 'press them'. I was leaning back in the sofa. He said 'hmm' and started pressing my feet. It was relaxing. He started pressing with both hands. He could touch my bare foot. His hands were warm and his touch was comforting my cold feet.
The skirt was covering most of my legs and He was pressing my legs over my dress. He said my legs are very smooth and soft. I said I knew it, without looking at him, watching the tv, blushing a bit, understanding where He is getting at. He started to caress my legs. as He moved his hands, his hands were brushing away my skirt upper and upper with every stroke. He lifted my skirt up, until my knees and started to massage my feet, mostly caressing them, feeling their softness. I put a music channel on and laid back, closing my eyes enjoying his touch. His touch was so soothing, I began to completely loosen myself, now almost lying flat on the sofa, shifting most of my weight onto his lap, moving my thighs closer to where his hands are. He didn't lift my skirt further, He was just not sure, if He could do that.
Then I decided to let him know that I didn't mind. I made the move. I folded my right leg leg a bit, giving him a good view of my left inner thigh, not sure if He could catch a glimpse of my panty as well, as I was obviously lying there with my eyes shut. I lowered the leg soon, ensuring that I was just teasing him and not showing too much. He was about to get his hands on my thighs and just then my cell phone rang. I removed my legs from his lap and woke up, adjusting my dress and ran to pick up the cell phone. It was mom. I told him that it was my mom and she may be coming soon and asked him to leave. He left reluctantly.
From then onwards we were free again and He started teaching me driving again. One day, during our late evening driving sessions, He placed his hand on mine guiding me in changing the gears. His elbow was lingering near my chest and I could feel it caressing my boobs. Once I shifted to the 4th gear, the elbow hit my left breast. We both knew what had happened, but I didn't react and acted normal. Though I am not fairly comfortable in changing gears, He ensured that He was holding my hand all the while that I was driving.
He said the safety belt is necessary and He put the belt onto me, He bent over me to reach the belt and He was pulling the belt hard, making it reveal my figure, the belt was going in between by boobs, and revealing how my assets looked. I knew He was enjoying it, and I didn't mind. I decided to tease him further and took him shopping one day. We went to a mall. I told him I wanted to buy some innerwear. He looked puzzled. I said I was shy to buy them and told him to pick up some for me. He was not sure if was being serious. I told him that this is a favour which I am asking him to do as I am shy. These malls have more salesmen than women making him believe my story. Now it came to the crucial topic of the size. I didn't tell anything. He was waiting for me to tell it, but He didn't have the courage to ask. I ask him to go. He asked me, how do I know which size. I looked away and said 'can't you guess'. He was embarrassed and was smiling. We were talking in a low voice, so that others couldn't hear. People assumed I brought the driver along to make him carry my bags. People had no idea what we were talking about. He acted innocent and said how can He guess that. I replied 'as if you haven't stared at them'. He pleaded me to stop playing games and tell. I told him I was seriously asking him to guess it. He asked '32 ?'. I said 'do they appear that small to you ?'. 'no, that's not what I meant' He tried to cover it. He then tried again "34 ?". "better" I said. " it is 34 b". Now go get them. I left him and went to other sections. He went and came back with a few models of my size. I was happy with the models He chose. Most of them are laced and modern with underwiring. He asked me what does the b stands for in the size. I told him it is the cup size. we were that free now, talking about my bra size, with my driver.
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