19-04-2022, 11:24 AM
Hem goes on a date with a guy. And then returns home to masturbate with Riddhi
Hem was trying to decide on whether to select the right bananas for the following day, and was leaning toward a bunch that was slightly green.
"You don't want to do that," a voice over her shoulder said knowingly.
Hem spun around to confront the voice. Standing there was the handsomest male specimen she had ever laid eyes on. He stood a tad under six foot, with dark, wavy, manageable hair. As her eyes widened in shock, she felt her knees melt. A split second later, she knew her voice-box was malfunctioning.
Fortunately for Hem, Mohan didn't notice she was speechless; he was caught up in her huge breasts.
"What... what I meant by that," Mohan said, "was that it's better to select some green bananas, along with a couple ripe, but not too ripe bananas. That way," he continued, forcing his eyes away from her full chest, "some are ready to be eaten right away, and some a day or two later. The total effect is that none spoil."
"Y... yeah," Hem managed to get out, after remembering to take a breath. "I knew that," she added for effect.
"Of course you did," Mohan said immediately.
And they stood there unable to pronounce another word, until one of the store's produce workers, with a dolly full of five-pound bags of potatoes, found them blocking his path, and cleared his throat, saying, "Excuse me, please."
they both moved aside -- winding up on opposite sides of the dolly.
Mohan gave the clerk a look that failed to faze the worker at all. But he had work to do and moved on. A moment later, Hem and Mohan were eye to eye - well, that's a reach, but they were staring into each other's eyes.
"What else are you buying?" Mohan asked after a brief interlude.
"I... I'm not sure," Hem told him.
Thinking quickly, Mohan said, "Well, what I usually do is walk up and down the aisles. That way I'll pass just about everything in the store, and going with the old saying, 'I'll know it when I see it, I get just about everything I need."
"That's a super idea!" Hem blurted out, and immediately regretted it.
"Mind if I walk the aisles with you?" Mohan asked politely.
"Yes! I mean, no, not at all," Hem said, and cursed her ineptitude in handling what had to be a routine conversation.
A moment later, she realized that he was looking at her breasts. This both embarrassed and flattered her. She had become used to the boys at college ogling her boobs on a daily basis. But this time-
"My name's Mohan. I live in St. Sebastian Hostel."
"I'm pleased to meet you, Mohan. I'm Hem. I live on Our Lady Hostel."
Hem was trying to decide on whether to select the right bananas for the following day, and was leaning toward a bunch that was slightly green.
"You don't want to do that," a voice over her shoulder said knowingly.
Hem spun around to confront the voice. Standing there was the handsomest male specimen she had ever laid eyes on. He stood a tad under six foot, with dark, wavy, manageable hair. As her eyes widened in shock, she felt her knees melt. A split second later, she knew her voice-box was malfunctioning.
Fortunately for Hem, Mohan didn't notice she was speechless; he was caught up in her huge breasts.
"What... what I meant by that," Mohan said, "was that it's better to select some green bananas, along with a couple ripe, but not too ripe bananas. That way," he continued, forcing his eyes away from her full chest, "some are ready to be eaten right away, and some a day or two later. The total effect is that none spoil."
"Y... yeah," Hem managed to get out, after remembering to take a breath. "I knew that," she added for effect.
"Of course you did," Mohan said immediately.
And they stood there unable to pronounce another word, until one of the store's produce workers, with a dolly full of five-pound bags of potatoes, found them blocking his path, and cleared his throat, saying, "Excuse me, please."
they both moved aside -- winding up on opposite sides of the dolly.
Mohan gave the clerk a look that failed to faze the worker at all. But he had work to do and moved on. A moment later, Hem and Mohan were eye to eye - well, that's a reach, but they were staring into each other's eyes.
"What else are you buying?" Mohan asked after a brief interlude.
"I... I'm not sure," Hem told him.
Thinking quickly, Mohan said, "Well, what I usually do is walk up and down the aisles. That way I'll pass just about everything in the store, and going with the old saying, 'I'll know it when I see it, I get just about everything I need."
"That's a super idea!" Hem blurted out, and immediately regretted it.
"Mind if I walk the aisles with you?" Mohan asked politely.
"Yes! I mean, no, not at all," Hem said, and cursed her ineptitude in handling what had to be a routine conversation.
A moment later, she realized that he was looking at her breasts. This both embarrassed and flattered her. She had become used to the boys at college ogling her boobs on a daily basis. But this time-
"My name's Mohan. I live in St. Sebastian Hostel."
"I'm pleased to meet you, Mohan. I'm Hem. I live on Our Lady Hostel."
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