24-05-2019, 12:34 PM
The next morning, I made sure I was out of the house before Neha even woke up so that I did not have to face her. I still could feel her hands on my back, her fingers rolling right above my ass. I could feel her face resting on my chest. I could feel her boobs pressed against mine. Every time I thought about it I got a raging hard-on.
All day I could think of nothing else. I made sure I was coming home late so that Neha would be sleeping. To my surprise, when I walked into the house, I saw her sitting on the dining table staring at the wall. It looked like she had been crying all day, her eyes puffed up. I couldn’t help but go and sit beside her.
Her hands were laid in front of her on the table, long fingers with nicely trimmed fingernails. I put my hand over hers and held it in a reassuring way. I think she was getting comfortable with the idea of me being there for her when her husband was away.
She leaned her head against my shoulder. We sat there for a while like that, as I slowly put my hand on her shoulder. In my mind, there was a great dilemma. If I pull her towards me, will that be considered as an act of perversion, me taking advantage of her? I had to hold her, however, and as my arm went over her shoulder, she hid her face in my chest and hugged me loosely.
We were sitting side by side, and I just stayed like that, for as long as I remember. I loved having her so close to me. My hand on her shoulder, touching the skin on her neck, holding her hand.
I started getting an erection again, and I think she saw it and chose to ignore it.
I sat there for God knows how long, before I thought I should get up and move to my room. I was getting more and more turned on every moment I spent like that with her in my embrace. I stood up, my hand still on her shoulder.
She stood up with me too, and we hugged again, tighter than the night before. I did not hold back this time, and I hugged her really tight, pressing her right into me.
I could feel her boobs smashed against my chest. I realized she wasn’t wearing any bra, which turned me on even more. My hand moved to her waist and later to her ass. I cupped her ass cheeks and pulled her close to me, making sure she could feel my hard-on. She neither resisted nor moaned in appreciation. She just stood there, hugging me, her arms around my waist and her face hid in my chest.
I kept on squeezing her ass, slowly pushing her against the wall, pinning her. I could feel her thigh muscles tighten as my hands ventured into her ass crack. I kept on squeezing her ass, realizing she wasn’t wearing any underwear either. I got really excited and moved both my hands down to her ass and pulled her even closer. I squeezed her ass really hard and I could see she was enjoying it.
Her hands started moving on my back as well, trying to pull me into her, trying to feel my hard-closer to her crotch. Unlike yesterday night, I had a jeans and inners, so the hard-on was not so apparent. I think she wanted to feel more of it. I got lost in the moment. I went down to her neck and bit her there. She moaned a little in pain, but her hands were still on my ass pulling me in. I started nibbling on her neck as I played with her ass.
She was wearing a gown, and I started rolling it up so that I could touch her skin. So that I could feel her bare ass in my hand, her soft, plump and sexy ass cheeks in my rough and strong hands. As the gown was just coming over her ass, I kissed her lips.
And that was it. She stopped. She took her hands off me, and I stood there stunned for a second before I took my hands off her as well. She ran into her room and locked herself inside once more, as I stood in the dining area, with a hard-on, stranded, for two nights in a row.
I was utterly confused by the situation. My young Indian landlady Neha was giving me all these signals like she needed and wanted to make love to me. However, Neha was not going ahead with it.
Maybe she thought it is too early or maybe she was scared of the society. I stood there as all these thoughts kept rushing through my head.
All day I could think of nothing else. I made sure I was coming home late so that Neha would be sleeping. To my surprise, when I walked into the house, I saw her sitting on the dining table staring at the wall. It looked like she had been crying all day, her eyes puffed up. I couldn’t help but go and sit beside her.
Her hands were laid in front of her on the table, long fingers with nicely trimmed fingernails. I put my hand over hers and held it in a reassuring way. I think she was getting comfortable with the idea of me being there for her when her husband was away.
She leaned her head against my shoulder. We sat there for a while like that, as I slowly put my hand on her shoulder. In my mind, there was a great dilemma. If I pull her towards me, will that be considered as an act of perversion, me taking advantage of her? I had to hold her, however, and as my arm went over her shoulder, she hid her face in my chest and hugged me loosely.
We were sitting side by side, and I just stayed like that, for as long as I remember. I loved having her so close to me. My hand on her shoulder, touching the skin on her neck, holding her hand.
I started getting an erection again, and I think she saw it and chose to ignore it.
I sat there for God knows how long, before I thought I should get up and move to my room. I was getting more and more turned on every moment I spent like that with her in my embrace. I stood up, my hand still on her shoulder.
She stood up with me too, and we hugged again, tighter than the night before. I did not hold back this time, and I hugged her really tight, pressing her right into me.
I could feel her boobs smashed against my chest. I realized she wasn’t wearing any bra, which turned me on even more. My hand moved to her waist and later to her ass. I cupped her ass cheeks and pulled her close to me, making sure she could feel my hard-on. She neither resisted nor moaned in appreciation. She just stood there, hugging me, her arms around my waist and her face hid in my chest.
I kept on squeezing her ass, slowly pushing her against the wall, pinning her. I could feel her thigh muscles tighten as my hands ventured into her ass crack. I kept on squeezing her ass, realizing she wasn’t wearing any underwear either. I got really excited and moved both my hands down to her ass and pulled her even closer. I squeezed her ass really hard and I could see she was enjoying it.
Her hands started moving on my back as well, trying to pull me into her, trying to feel my hard-closer to her crotch. Unlike yesterday night, I had a jeans and inners, so the hard-on was not so apparent. I think she wanted to feel more of it. I got lost in the moment. I went down to her neck and bit her there. She moaned a little in pain, but her hands were still on my ass pulling me in. I started nibbling on her neck as I played with her ass.
She was wearing a gown, and I started rolling it up so that I could touch her skin. So that I could feel her bare ass in my hand, her soft, plump and sexy ass cheeks in my rough and strong hands. As the gown was just coming over her ass, I kissed her lips.
And that was it. She stopped. She took her hands off me, and I stood there stunned for a second before I took my hands off her as well. She ran into her room and locked herself inside once more, as I stood in the dining area, with a hard-on, stranded, for two nights in a row.
I was utterly confused by the situation. My young Indian landlady Neha was giving me all these signals like she needed and wanted to make love to me. However, Neha was not going ahead with it.
Maybe she thought it is too early or maybe she was scared of the society. I stood there as all these thoughts kept rushing through my head.
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