Adultery Adventures of Jignesh (A Tale of Teenage Lust) by Hardy Boys (***Completed***)

[Heisenberg]

Part - 43

I heard the sharp intake of breath and her body went stiff, as I placed my hand on her firm breast through the top, and gently ran it over her breasts, feeling the firmness of it through her padded bra. Feeling the near perfect roundness of her firm young breasts, I said "You have a lovely figure, Sapna..." my voice thick with arousal. "Thank ... thank you, sir..." she replied automatically, her voice a thick whisper as she kept glancing down the aisle nervously. I was sorely tempted to rip open the buttons of her top and feast on her breasts. Instead, I slid my right hand down her torso, feeling the curves of her slender waist, till it came to rest on the compact butt encased inside those figure-hugging black formal trousers of hers. She had an incredibly firm butt, and as my fingers automatically closed to squeeze the taut muscles of her butt, I simultaneously slid my left hand upwards.
Gently lifting her dark beautiful face, I gazed at her for a while, watching her eyes flutter, her lips quiver, and her breath coming out in short shallow gasps. Without a word, I leant forward, and gently pressed my lips to hers. I felt her entire body go stiff once again, and her hands automatically clutched my waist. The touch of my lips seemed to switch on something inside her, and with a soft moan, she closed her eyes and pressed herself to me; wrapping her arms around my back in the process. Pleasantly surprised, I then proceeded to kiss her gently, probing her lips with my tongue, and then gently easing my tongue into her mouth.
As our tongues intertwined, I heard another soft moan escape her. Responding with fervor, she began to kiss me back passionately, parting her lips wider, and pressing her firm young body against mine. The bulge of my cock was now firmly wedged against her taut belly, and as she pressed herself against me, I felt my cock stiffen and grow larger inside the confines of my briefs. Not wanting to let things get out of hand, I gently pulled my lips away from hers. A soft sigh escaped her lips, and she just stood there leaning against me, her head thrown back slightly, her eyes closed, and her lips parted; as if not wanting the moment to end.
"Sapna..." I whispered to her softly, caressing her cheeks. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, and she seemed to emerge from her dreamy stupor. I'd never known another girl to get so turned on by just a kiss. She seemed to have lost her bearings momentarily, and as her eyes focused on me; I saw the color rush to her dark face once again. As I let go of her, she hastily pulled away, mumbling "Sorry, sir..." suddenly ashamed of her behavior. "Don't be..." I said simply, smiling at her, and reaching out to squeeze her hand. "I'll see you in the evening, alright... ?" I said with a smile, watching her nervousness with some amusement.
"Unnhh..." she mumbled, nodding her head in the affirmative, unable to speak. It was just about time, for I heard voices behind the rack of clothes that we stood, ostensibly of some other customer who had come in. Randomly picking up two pairs of jeans, I said to her "OK ... I think I'll take these two..." my voice loud enough for whoever had walked in. "Sure, sir..." Sapna replied with a smile, recovering from her stupor by now. As I turned to walk away, I heard her say behind me "Sir..." I turned around to look at her, as she slowly walked up to me.
Nervously pushing back a stray stand of hair, she looked into my eyes and said "Sir ... are you ... are you serious ... about ... about meeting me in the evening... ?" her voice quavering. Just that kiss seemed to have switched on something inside her, and all her professionalism seemed to have disappeared, as she looked into my eyes with those dark beautiful eyes of hers. Tilting my head to one side, I reached out to touch her cheek again, and replied "Yes, Sapna ... I'm serious ... very serious..." a warm smile on my face. Her quavering lips broke into a smile at that, and I could see something like relief mixed with pleasure was over her face.
"OK, sir..." she replied simply, as she dropped her gaze. Taking the two pairs of jeans from hand, she said "I will help you get this billed, sir..." trying her level best to resume her professional demeanor. She stopped midway, and turned around. Clutching the clothes, she looked into my eyes, and said in a serious tone "Sir ... please ... please don't tip me today..." her voice unsteady, as she looked at me with a serious expression. In response, I just nodded, realizing that to tip her now would seem like an insult to her. My respect for her had just gone up by a few notches, and inwardly I was very pleased she'd said that. After paying for my purchases at the counter, I left the store and headed back home.
As I rode back, I wondered what I would to kill the time till evening. It was nearing 3:00 in the afternoon and the sun was beating down mercilessly. Feeling thirsty, I decided to stop at a shop that I used to frequent as a college goer for a cold drink. The shop was run by a local cooperative society and was very popular with college kids since they sold most stuff a little below the MRP. It was located on the corner of a tree-lined road that housed most of the educational institutes in the city. Even though that was not the route to my house, I decided to go there as I enjoyed sitting on the wooden benches next to the shop, under the cool shade of trees.
As I parked my bike and slung my helmet over the handle bar, I saw that there were a bunch of college students standing by their bicycles next to the shop, enjoying some ice candies in that hot summer afternoon. I was reminded of my own college days when we used to frequent this place for a 'treat' of the delicious orange ice candies. As I walked up towards the shop, I saw Mayuri ben's daughter, Amisha, in the group, chatting away gaily with a group of boys and girls. Someone from the group would have recognized me, for suddenly Amisha turned around with a squeal of "Hiii bhaiyyaa..." and bounded up towards me.
Pleasantly surprised, I grinned broadly as I replied "Hi, Amisha..." even as I scanned the group to see if there were any of the other girls I'd met at her birthday party. The first girl I noticed was Amisha's best friend, the sexy Barbie-doll like Krutika. As Amisha invited me to join their group, I also realized that there were two other girls whom I'd met at the birthday party. One was the skinny Punjabi girl by the name of Gunjan, who was always giggling, and with whom I'd flirted lavishly at the party.
The other was the slim, dark Mallu girl, Mini, whom I'd kissed secretly in Mayuri ben's kitchen, and who turned me on immensely. After getting myself a Thums Up, I followed Amisha to where the other girls stood by their bicycles, licking on their ice candies. "Girls ... I hope you all remember Jignesh bhaiya..." Amisha announced as she led me to the group. There were smiles and answers of 'yes' all round. "Hello ladies..." I greeted them cheerfully, eliciting laughs and giggles from all of them.
There were a few other boys and girls too, whom I didn't know, and as Amisha introduced me to them, I greeted each one of them with a cheerful hello. They were already through with their ice candies, and were all standing around in a group, when I announced "How about another round of ice cream... ?" smiling broadly at all of them. Except for Krutika, who responded immediately, her face lighting up with a smile, the rest just stood there fidgeting, looking at each other.
I realized that most of the others would have probably exhausted their pocket money for the day, and hence were awkward. "It's a treat from me..." I added immediately, smiling broadly at all of them. Everybody smiled at that, and without waiting for an answer, I turned around and began to walk up the shop counter. Krutika was the first to follow me, and was soon followed by the others. There was the usual chatter about who wanted what flavor, and there was further confusion and much debate when we realized that the shop keeper had run out of many of the popular flavors.
Those days, vanilla ice cream scoops in a tall glass full of a cola like Thums Up, commonly known as 'Float Pepsi" was very popular among teenagers. When I suggested that, everyone let out a loud hoot of assent, and agreed readily. Amisha was by my side all the time, clutching my arm, and leading me around, as if trying to let everyone know whose friend I was in the first place. And as we stood around the parked bicycles, enjoying our ice cream & cola mix, I couldn't help but notice how sexy she always looked to me in that college uniform of hers comprising of a beige knee-length pleated skirt, a white half-sleeved shirt, and a dark brown tie, loosened at the neck with the top button of the shirt undone. I also loved the way she would brush her firm young breasts under the shirt, against my arm, on the pretext of saying something to me.
After finishing their ice cream, the ones from the group, whom I had not known earlier, thanked me politely, and asked for permission to leave. As that group walked to their bicycles, Amisha excused herself and went to talk to one of the girls from that group. As was usually the case after having ice cream on a hot sunny afternoon, I felt thirsty, and walked up the shop counter to buy a bottle of packaged drinking water. As I waited at the counter, as the shop keeper got a bottle of chilled water from the refrigerator, I saw Krutika come up to me.
Now Krutika had to be the sexiest college girl I had ever known, with flawless milky white complexion, a lovely figure, and an incredibly pretty Barbie-doll like face. Unlike the usually shapeless uniforms of most college girls, hers was tailored impeccably and fitted her structure beautifully. She even walked with the poise of a professional model, swinging her hips imperceptibly, and adding to her allure. As she came and stood by my side at the shop counter, and rested her elbows on the glass top of the counter, I leaned forward, and resting my elbows too on the glass top, said to her with a smile "You know, Krutika ... I think you can be a model..." my voice soft, and my eyes gazing into hers.
I saw her blush at my comment, and her already pink cheeks flushed with pleasure and embarrassment. "Really ... you are simply lovely ... I really think you have what it takes to be good at modeling..." I continued, smiling at her, and letting my elbows brush against hers. "Oh, no..." was all she could muster, even though I could make out from her expression that she was really pleased. The old shop keeper had got the bottles of water by then, and as I unscrewed the cap of one bottle and took a long swig, I heard her ask "Bhaiyaa ... do you really think so... ?" the color still on her cheeks, and a hint of a smile on her pink lips.
"Absolutely..." I said matter of factly, wiping my lips with the back of my hand. We saw Amisha walking up towards the counter, and immediately put an end to the topic, but not before we'd exchanged knowing looks with each other. Taking the other bottles of water, we walked back to where the other girls, Gunjan and Mini, stood. Handing one bottle to the giggly Gunjan, I said "Water for you, ma'am..." bowing my head and courtesing her with a smile. Clutching her mouth to cover her teeth which were covered with braces, she giggled and took the bottle from my hand. The others too laughed at my teasing of Gunjan. Finishing my bottle of water, I walked back towards the shop counter to pay the shop keeper.