19-12-2018, 10:04 AM
Part - 51
As I gazed at her, standing there like subdued slave in front of me, with her shirt fully open and her bra pushed up above her breasts, allowing me to enjoy her lovely body in whatever way I deemed fit, I suddenly felt sorry for her. After all, wasn't this the reason I was being so nice to her. If she had not given herself to me, would I have been so kind to her?
As these uncomfortable questions assailed my mind, I turned to look away from her. "What happened, sir... ?" I heard her ask softly, her voice trembling. "Nothing, Sapna ... nothing..." I answered, shaking my head as I continued to look away. "Tell me, sir ... please..." she asked again, reaching out to touch my cheek and turning my face towards her again.
As I remained silent, consumed by my own conflicting thoughts, she said "Sir ... I will do anything you want..." her voice so soft I could barely hear her. "Anything, sir..." she repeated, reaching down between our bodies and placing her hand on the bulge of my penis, inside my tight jeans and underwear. Such was the totally submissive tone of her voice that I felt something tug at the strings of my heart.
A lump came up in my throat, as I suddenly felt disgusted with myself. "Anything, Sapna... ?" I repeated; my tone a question. Nodding her head quietely, she answered "Yes, sir ... anything..." forcing a week smile to her lips. "Why, Sapna ... why... ?" I cried out in anguish, my face torn by the conflict that was raging inside me. She was silent for a moment, my outburst catching her off guard.
After a pause, she looked into my eyes, and said in a somber voice "I don't know, sir ... I don't know ... I just feel like it..." The simplicity and honesty of her answer made me want to hug her, and that is precisely what I did. With a groan, I reached out with both my arms and embraced her, holding her tight against me, her head cradled under my chin, and her breasts mashed against my torso.
"Oh, Sapna..." I groaned softly, continuing to hold her, as I placed soft kisses on her forehead and cheeks. I hated it when I found myself in such a state of mind, where my cock waged a battle with my heart. I was still very hard, and my erect cock which was bulging through the thick denim of my jeans, was pressed against her taut belly. But however much I wanted to rip open my fly and yank out my cock, I just couldn't get myself to do it.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed her away gently from me, and held her at arms length. With a wry smile on my face, I began to push her bra back in place. As she looked at me incredulously, I reached behind her back, and this time somehow managed to get the hooks of her bra in place.
She stood there like a mute spectator, allowing me to do what I was doing, with a bewildered expression on her face. Realizing that my actions may end up conveying a rejection to her, I paused after I had hooked up her bra.
Placing my hand on her cheek, I said to her tenderly "Sapna, you are so lovely that I just want to possess you ... but..." unable to complete what I had set out to say. "But what, sir... ?" she asked gently, a curious expression on her face. "Nothing..." I muttered, shaking my head, and dropping my gaze.
As I began to silently button up her shirt, and smoothen the creases, I cleared my throat and said "It's not just about what I want, Sapna ... it's also about what you want..." I began, trying my best to explain to her why I had stopped. "But, sir ... I ... I also want..." she began to speak even before I could complete, as if protesting.
Cupping her sensuous dark face in my hands, I smiled wanly at her and said "Look, Sapna ... I wanted to meet you ... I called you out for dinner ... and I wanted to..." letting my eyes convey the rest. "So, today ... it's all been about what I want..." I continued, speaking to her in a soft gentle tone. "Maybe some other day ... if you want to meet me ... and if you feel like ... like how I am feeling today ... maybe then ... we will ... take it forward..." the last few words coming out in an embarrassed rush.
She kept looking at my face for a brief while, as if ,.ng over what I had just said. "OK, sir..." she said finally, dropping her gaze. She did not say anything beyond that, and so I asked "Sapna, do you understand what I'm trying to say... ?" my voice pained.
Raising her eyes to look at me, she reached out and placed her hand on my chest. Pursing her lips, she smiled at me and said "Yes, sir ... believe me ... I understand..." her eyes conveying to me that she really did. Tilting her head to one side, she lowered her gaze to my chest, and said "I have never met someone like you, sir ... someone so..." absent mindedly running her hands over my chest as she left her sentence unfinished.
I remained silent, and when she looked up at me, there was a look of such love in her eyes, that I felt like it was all worth it. That look did a whole world of good to my self esteem, and I felt the heaviness disappear from my heart. We stood there silently for a while, with her standing close to me, her hands on my chest.
After a while, I said "I better get you back to your hostel, Sapna ... before it's too late..." Nodding her assent, she simply said "Yes, sir..." and began to pull the jacket I had given her, over her arms. I kicked the bike to life, and as I put on the helmet, I was pleased to see her sit on the bike in the manner that guys did, with legs on either side.
"Let's go, sir..." I heard her say from behind me, even as she wrapped her arms around my belly, and held on to me tight, pressing her lovely firm breasts to my back. We rode back in relative silence to her hostel, and in the interest of privacy, I dropped her off a few blocks away from where her hostel was located.
As she got off the bike, clutching those flowers I had gifted her, she said to me softly "Sir, I don't know what to say to you ... no one ... no one has ever made me feel this special..." struggling to keep her voice steady. I could see that her eyes were moist, and as she blinked to keep herself in control, she said "I must have done something good in my life ... to deserve a person like you..." her voice thick with emotion, as she stood there by my side, clutching the flaps of the jacket that I had lent her.
I didn't know what to say, so I just kept quiet. "If you don't mind, sir ... can I keep this jacket with me for a day... ?" she asked in a soft voice. Caught unawares by this strange request, I answered "Uh ... of course ... sure ... why not ... you can take it if you want..." fumbling with my words. At this she just smiled, and leaning forward to place a quick kiss on my lips, said "Good night, sir..."
Smiling at her, I replied "Good night, Sapna ... and thank you for the pleasure of your company tonight..." as I kick started my bike. Without waiting for her to reply, I engaged gear and rode off. As I swung my bike to the right at the intersection, I saw that she was still standing there in the deserted lane, wearing my jacket, and clutching that bouquet of flowers that I had given her, watching me go.
As I rode home, I let out a deep sigh, and said to myself "You have to be the strangest prick in this world, Jignesh ... taking out a girl to fuck her, getting her blouse open; and then leaving her standing in the street with a bunch of stupid flowers in her hand..." as I shook my head in disbelief at my own unpredictable temperament and behavior.
It was nearing 9:00 PM by the time I neared my colony, and as I slowed down the bike, I muttered to myself "Sorry, pal ... looks like you'll have to make do with my hand tonight..." addressing my cock, which was still throbbing painfully inside my underwear. Just as I was approaching the lane of my house, I spotted a solitary woman, wearing a Gujarati saree, walking ahead, clutching two plastic bags in her hand that seemed to be filled with vegetables, and some rice.
Noticing something familiar about her, I slowed down, and as I came closer, I realized that the woman was none other than Alkha bhabhi; that lovely 27-year old Gujarati housewife, whom Mayuri ben had introduced me to. Slowing the bike down as I came next to her, I pushed up the visor of my helmet, and said "Hello, bhabhi..." smiling at her through my helmet. Startled at someone coming up suddenly by her side on the road, she looked at me with alarm on her face. It took me a moment to realize that she probably couldn't recognize me in the dark, especially since I had the helmet on.
She was frightened at being accosted by a stranger on the street at this time of the night, and had begun to walk away quickly, when I called out to her "Bhabhi, it's me ... Jignesh..." even as I stopped the bike and took off my helmet. "Ohh ... Jignesh bhai ... I thought..." she exclaimed, the relief writ large on her incredibly fair face, when she saw that it was me. "I'm sorry I scared you, bhabhi..." I said with a little laugh, causing her to laugh too, the relief evident in her body language now.
"Come, bhabhi ... I will drop you..." I found myself saying automatically. "Oh, no ... it's OK ... I can walk..." she replied, a trifle embarrassed at my offer. "Oh, come on, bhabhi ... it's late ... and I promise I won't make you fall..." I said with a little laugh, eliciting a smile from her. Awkwardly, she somehow managed to clamber on my bike, clutching both her bags, and holding on to the grab rail behind her for dear life. As I rode slowly, I asked "How come you came out to buy grocery so late in the night, bhabhi... ?" wondering why she was out at this time.
"Oh, my husband ... he came late ... and he did not want to have rotis ... and he said he wanted to have pulaav..." she replied, referring to an Indian dish made by cooking rice along with some vegetables, and spices. "And there was nothing in the house ... so I came out to buy it..." she finished. "Hmm..." I muttered, wondering what a jerk her husband was to send her out to buy grocery at this time of the night, especially when she had a 7-month old infant to take care of.
As I stopped the bike in front of her house, she clambered off the bike with some difficulty, and said "Thank you very much, Jignesh bhai..." Aroused as I was, I found myself looking her over, admiring the heavy swell of her swollen breasts under the Gujarati-style saree that she was wearing. As I mumbled something absent mindedly, she asked "Have you had your dinner yet, Jignesh bhai... ?" smiling at me nervously, as she was distinctly uncomfortable with me being there especially when her husband was in the house.
As I gazed at her, standing there like subdued slave in front of me, with her shirt fully open and her bra pushed up above her breasts, allowing me to enjoy her lovely body in whatever way I deemed fit, I suddenly felt sorry for her. After all, wasn't this the reason I was being so nice to her. If she had not given herself to me, would I have been so kind to her?
As these uncomfortable questions assailed my mind, I turned to look away from her. "What happened, sir... ?" I heard her ask softly, her voice trembling. "Nothing, Sapna ... nothing..." I answered, shaking my head as I continued to look away. "Tell me, sir ... please..." she asked again, reaching out to touch my cheek and turning my face towards her again.
As I remained silent, consumed by my own conflicting thoughts, she said "Sir ... I will do anything you want..." her voice so soft I could barely hear her. "Anything, sir..." she repeated, reaching down between our bodies and placing her hand on the bulge of my penis, inside my tight jeans and underwear. Such was the totally submissive tone of her voice that I felt something tug at the strings of my heart.
A lump came up in my throat, as I suddenly felt disgusted with myself. "Anything, Sapna... ?" I repeated; my tone a question. Nodding her head quietely, she answered "Yes, sir ... anything..." forcing a week smile to her lips. "Why, Sapna ... why... ?" I cried out in anguish, my face torn by the conflict that was raging inside me. She was silent for a moment, my outburst catching her off guard.
After a pause, she looked into my eyes, and said in a somber voice "I don't know, sir ... I don't know ... I just feel like it..." The simplicity and honesty of her answer made me want to hug her, and that is precisely what I did. With a groan, I reached out with both my arms and embraced her, holding her tight against me, her head cradled under my chin, and her breasts mashed against my torso.
"Oh, Sapna..." I groaned softly, continuing to hold her, as I placed soft kisses on her forehead and cheeks. I hated it when I found myself in such a state of mind, where my cock waged a battle with my heart. I was still very hard, and my erect cock which was bulging through the thick denim of my jeans, was pressed against her taut belly. But however much I wanted to rip open my fly and yank out my cock, I just couldn't get myself to do it.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed her away gently from me, and held her at arms length. With a wry smile on my face, I began to push her bra back in place. As she looked at me incredulously, I reached behind her back, and this time somehow managed to get the hooks of her bra in place.
She stood there like a mute spectator, allowing me to do what I was doing, with a bewildered expression on her face. Realizing that my actions may end up conveying a rejection to her, I paused after I had hooked up her bra.
Placing my hand on her cheek, I said to her tenderly "Sapna, you are so lovely that I just want to possess you ... but..." unable to complete what I had set out to say. "But what, sir... ?" she asked gently, a curious expression on her face. "Nothing..." I muttered, shaking my head, and dropping my gaze.
As I began to silently button up her shirt, and smoothen the creases, I cleared my throat and said "It's not just about what I want, Sapna ... it's also about what you want..." I began, trying my best to explain to her why I had stopped. "But, sir ... I ... I also want..." she began to speak even before I could complete, as if protesting.
Cupping her sensuous dark face in my hands, I smiled wanly at her and said "Look, Sapna ... I wanted to meet you ... I called you out for dinner ... and I wanted to..." letting my eyes convey the rest. "So, today ... it's all been about what I want..." I continued, speaking to her in a soft gentle tone. "Maybe some other day ... if you want to meet me ... and if you feel like ... like how I am feeling today ... maybe then ... we will ... take it forward..." the last few words coming out in an embarrassed rush.
She kept looking at my face for a brief while, as if ,.ng over what I had just said. "OK, sir..." she said finally, dropping her gaze. She did not say anything beyond that, and so I asked "Sapna, do you understand what I'm trying to say... ?" my voice pained.
Raising her eyes to look at me, she reached out and placed her hand on my chest. Pursing her lips, she smiled at me and said "Yes, sir ... believe me ... I understand..." her eyes conveying to me that she really did. Tilting her head to one side, she lowered her gaze to my chest, and said "I have never met someone like you, sir ... someone so..." absent mindedly running her hands over my chest as she left her sentence unfinished.
I remained silent, and when she looked up at me, there was a look of such love in her eyes, that I felt like it was all worth it. That look did a whole world of good to my self esteem, and I felt the heaviness disappear from my heart. We stood there silently for a while, with her standing close to me, her hands on my chest.
After a while, I said "I better get you back to your hostel, Sapna ... before it's too late..." Nodding her assent, she simply said "Yes, sir..." and began to pull the jacket I had given her, over her arms. I kicked the bike to life, and as I put on the helmet, I was pleased to see her sit on the bike in the manner that guys did, with legs on either side.
"Let's go, sir..." I heard her say from behind me, even as she wrapped her arms around my belly, and held on to me tight, pressing her lovely firm breasts to my back. We rode back in relative silence to her hostel, and in the interest of privacy, I dropped her off a few blocks away from where her hostel was located.
As she got off the bike, clutching those flowers I had gifted her, she said to me softly "Sir, I don't know what to say to you ... no one ... no one has ever made me feel this special..." struggling to keep her voice steady. I could see that her eyes were moist, and as she blinked to keep herself in control, she said "I must have done something good in my life ... to deserve a person like you..." her voice thick with emotion, as she stood there by my side, clutching the flaps of the jacket that I had lent her.
I didn't know what to say, so I just kept quiet. "If you don't mind, sir ... can I keep this jacket with me for a day... ?" she asked in a soft voice. Caught unawares by this strange request, I answered "Uh ... of course ... sure ... why not ... you can take it if you want..." fumbling with my words. At this she just smiled, and leaning forward to place a quick kiss on my lips, said "Good night, sir..."
Smiling at her, I replied "Good night, Sapna ... and thank you for the pleasure of your company tonight..." as I kick started my bike. Without waiting for her to reply, I engaged gear and rode off. As I swung my bike to the right at the intersection, I saw that she was still standing there in the deserted lane, wearing my jacket, and clutching that bouquet of flowers that I had given her, watching me go.
As I rode home, I let out a deep sigh, and said to myself "You have to be the strangest prick in this world, Jignesh ... taking out a girl to fuck her, getting her blouse open; and then leaving her standing in the street with a bunch of stupid flowers in her hand..." as I shook my head in disbelief at my own unpredictable temperament and behavior.
It was nearing 9:00 PM by the time I neared my colony, and as I slowed down the bike, I muttered to myself "Sorry, pal ... looks like you'll have to make do with my hand tonight..." addressing my cock, which was still throbbing painfully inside my underwear. Just as I was approaching the lane of my house, I spotted a solitary woman, wearing a Gujarati saree, walking ahead, clutching two plastic bags in her hand that seemed to be filled with vegetables, and some rice.
Noticing something familiar about her, I slowed down, and as I came closer, I realized that the woman was none other than Alkha bhabhi; that lovely 27-year old Gujarati housewife, whom Mayuri ben had introduced me to. Slowing the bike down as I came next to her, I pushed up the visor of my helmet, and said "Hello, bhabhi..." smiling at her through my helmet. Startled at someone coming up suddenly by her side on the road, she looked at me with alarm on her face. It took me a moment to realize that she probably couldn't recognize me in the dark, especially since I had the helmet on.
She was frightened at being accosted by a stranger on the street at this time of the night, and had begun to walk away quickly, when I called out to her "Bhabhi, it's me ... Jignesh..." even as I stopped the bike and took off my helmet. "Ohh ... Jignesh bhai ... I thought..." she exclaimed, the relief writ large on her incredibly fair face, when she saw that it was me. "I'm sorry I scared you, bhabhi..." I said with a little laugh, causing her to laugh too, the relief evident in her body language now.
"Come, bhabhi ... I will drop you..." I found myself saying automatically. "Oh, no ... it's OK ... I can walk..." she replied, a trifle embarrassed at my offer. "Oh, come on, bhabhi ... it's late ... and I promise I won't make you fall..." I said with a little laugh, eliciting a smile from her. Awkwardly, she somehow managed to clamber on my bike, clutching both her bags, and holding on to the grab rail behind her for dear life. As I rode slowly, I asked "How come you came out to buy grocery so late in the night, bhabhi... ?" wondering why she was out at this time.
"Oh, my husband ... he came late ... and he did not want to have rotis ... and he said he wanted to have pulaav..." she replied, referring to an Indian dish made by cooking rice along with some vegetables, and spices. "And there was nothing in the house ... so I came out to buy it..." she finished. "Hmm..." I muttered, wondering what a jerk her husband was to send her out to buy grocery at this time of the night, especially when she had a 7-month old infant to take care of.
As I stopped the bike in front of her house, she clambered off the bike with some difficulty, and said "Thank you very much, Jignesh bhai..." Aroused as I was, I found myself looking her over, admiring the heavy swell of her swollen breasts under the Gujarati-style saree that she was wearing. As I mumbled something absent mindedly, she asked "Have you had your dinner yet, Jignesh bhai... ?" smiling at me nervously, as she was distinctly uncomfortable with me being there especially when her husband was in the house.
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