28-11-2021, 02:38 PM
Post dinner he went to the terrace for the walk. Sadaf was also present. The usual talk started and she asked her about the birthday party etc. After talking for walking for about half an hour, they decided to move back to their homes. He took a step forward but she did not move. He looked at her, she said “you are forgetting something,” he did not understand, she pointed at her cheek, he smiled and gave a good night peck on her cheek and she also returned the same. Both smiled and now moved together. One more milestone reached.
It was Monday morning, his parents had gone to their offices, Khans had gone to theirs. Tina and Sadaf had left for their colleges earlier so it had left Vicky all alone. He was impatiently waiting for Sheetal. He had to give the gift. At the stroke of 11am, the doorbell rang. He went downstairs and opened the staircase door. It was Sheetal, as expected. Conservatively dressed in a top and a full length skirt. They climbed the stairs and entered his flat. He closed the door behind him and stood there admiring her beautiful ass globes. She turned and said “kya dekh rahe ho” (what are you looking at), he replied “place of gift delivery.”
Sheetal had been to his house a few times, she knew the placement of the furniture etc and went straight to the fridge for water. He did not move, was intrigued by her movements. She was drinking water and letting a bit fall on her top. The top was more like a cotton t-shirt straining itself to the full to conceal the evergrowing boobs. He saw that the cotton t-shirt had revealed lack of any bra. The top was stuck onto the boobies and the wet nippies stuck out proudly. He said “neeche bhi khaali hai na” (you are not wearing any panty). She said “kaise delivery man ho, location bhi nahin jaante” (what sort of delivery man you are – don’t even know the location). He smiled and swore to himself that the girl is in for a big time fuck.
He went behind her held her with his arms crossing just under her boobs and brought his face down to kiss the nape and earlobes. This got her going, if there was ever a need to do this for getting her going. She closed her eyes and let her head rest on his chest whilst his hands started the massage of the boobs. The movement of his crotch behind her got the ass globes into an harmonic motion. Vicky kept on kissing her, moved to her cheeks and with
one hand turned her face towards him and pressed his lips on hers. The hand went back to their favoured place of boobs. The tongues found each other within no time and saliva tasting started. Very reluctantly one of the hands found its way down on top of her crotch area and pressed her pussy from top of her skirt. Gentle massage of boobs, pubic region and heavy duty smooching was getting too much for her also and she was getting weak in the knees. It was not the first time that he did this to her, but it always made her weak. She had small time flings with other boys as well (nobody went beyond kissing and boob pressing) but the effect he had on her was extraordinary.
It was Monday morning, his parents had gone to their offices, Khans had gone to theirs. Tina and Sadaf had left for their colleges earlier so it had left Vicky all alone. He was impatiently waiting for Sheetal. He had to give the gift. At the stroke of 11am, the doorbell rang. He went downstairs and opened the staircase door. It was Sheetal, as expected. Conservatively dressed in a top and a full length skirt. They climbed the stairs and entered his flat. He closed the door behind him and stood there admiring her beautiful ass globes. She turned and said “kya dekh rahe ho” (what are you looking at), he replied “place of gift delivery.”
Sheetal had been to his house a few times, she knew the placement of the furniture etc and went straight to the fridge for water. He did not move, was intrigued by her movements. She was drinking water and letting a bit fall on her top. The top was more like a cotton t-shirt straining itself to the full to conceal the evergrowing boobs. He saw that the cotton t-shirt had revealed lack of any bra. The top was stuck onto the boobies and the wet nippies stuck out proudly. He said “neeche bhi khaali hai na” (you are not wearing any panty). She said “kaise delivery man ho, location bhi nahin jaante” (what sort of delivery man you are – don’t even know the location). He smiled and swore to himself that the girl is in for a big time fuck.
He went behind her held her with his arms crossing just under her boobs and brought his face down to kiss the nape and earlobes. This got her going, if there was ever a need to do this for getting her going. She closed her eyes and let her head rest on his chest whilst his hands started the massage of the boobs. The movement of his crotch behind her got the ass globes into an harmonic motion. Vicky kept on kissing her, moved to her cheeks and with
one hand turned her face towards him and pressed his lips on hers. The hand went back to their favoured place of boobs. The tongues found each other within no time and saliva tasting started. Very reluctantly one of the hands found its way down on top of her crotch area and pressed her pussy from top of her skirt. Gentle massage of boobs, pubic region and heavy duty smooching was getting too much for her also and she was getting weak in the knees. It was not the first time that he did this to her, but it always made her weak. She had small time flings with other boys as well (nobody went beyond kissing and boob pressing) but the effect he had on her was extraordinary.
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