Adultery Broken trust and suppressed lust

[Zoz34]

Afrah found herself thinking about Vishal more and more each day. His charm, his confidence, and the way he always seemed to be in control made him impossible to ignore. Every interaction with him was charged with an energy that left her wanting more, and his teasing had become a guilty pleasure she couldn’t resist.

Today was no different. As Afrah walked into the office, she caught a glimpse of Vishal in his cabin, his sharp suit fitting perfectly as he leaned casually against his desk. Their eyes met, and a slow smile spread across his face. She hesitated for a moment, then gathered her courage and stepped inside to drop off some files.

Good morning, Afrah,” Vishal greeted her, his voice smooth and inviting. “Looking sharp today. Did you dress up just to impress me?”

Afrah rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips. “Please, I have better things to do than worry about impressing my boss,” she replied, placing the files on his desk.[img]<a href=[/img]" />

Vishal leaned closer, his eyes never leaving hers. “Oh, I don’t know about that. You’ve been catching my eye more and more lately. It’s hard not to notice.”

Afrah felt a flush creep up her neck, her heart quickening at his words.[img]<a href=[/img]" /> She tried to keep her tone light. “You’re imagining things. I’m just here to do my job.”


“Is that all it is?” Vishal asked, his gaze dropping briefly to her lips before meeting her eyes again. “Because I get the feeling you enjoy our little chats as much as I do.”

Afrah bit her lower lip, her resolve wavering under his intense gaze. She couldn’t deny the flutter in her stomach every time he looked at her like that, as if she were the only person in the room. She laughed softly, trying to mask her growing attraction. “You have quite the imagination, Vishal.”

“I’ve been told it’s one of my best qualities,” he teased, leaning back with a playful smirk. “But let’s be honest, Afrah. There’s something here, isn’t there? A little spark, maybe Afrah’s mind raced. She knew she should deny it, brush him off, and keep things professional. But the way he looked at her, the way his voice dipped just slightly when he said her name—it all made her pulse race. She swallowed, fighting to keep her voice steady.

“You’re very sure of yourself,” she said, trying to keep her tone light. “Maybe too sure.”

Vishal chuckled, the sound low and enticing. “Confidence can be attractive, can’t it? Besides, it’s not just about me. I see the way you look at me, Afrah. It’s not just in my head.”


Afrah’s breath caught, and for a moment, she was at a loss for words. He was right—she did find herself drawn to him, more than she cared to admit. His teasing, his confidence, even the way he seemed to know exactly what to say to make her heart flutter—it all added up to an attraction she was finding increasingly difficult to ignore.

“You’re trouble, you know that?” she said finally, a mix of frustration and amusement in her voice.

Vishal’s grin widened. “Only if you let me be.”

They held each other’s gaze for a long moment, the tension between them thickening. Afrah felt a surge of excitement, a pull that was both thrilling and dangerous. She knew she should walk away, keep her distance, but she couldn’t deny the growing
allure of Vishal’s attention.

As she turned to leave the cabin, she felt his eyes on her, the heat of his gaze following her every step. Her hips swayed just a little more than usual, an unconscious response to his lingering look. [img]<a href=[/img]" />She knew she was playing with fire, but the excitement of their exchanges, the way Vishal made her feel alive and noticed, was becoming a temptation she was finding harder to resist with each passing day.

Afrah’s heart raced as she stepped into Vishal’s cabin, carrying a stack of reports that needed his review. She had been thinking about him all morning, her thoughts flitting back to their last encounter and the way his words had sent shivers down her spine. She tried to steady her breathing as she knocked lightly on the door.

“Come in,” Vishal’s voice called from inside, smooth and confident as always.

Afrah entered, trying to maintain her composure. Vishal was seated behind his desk, but as soon as he saw her, he leaned back in his chair with a familiar teasing smile.
“Afrah, just the person I wanted to see,” he said, his eyes sweeping over her with a lingering gaze. “Bringing me more work, I see. Do you enjoy watching me suffer?”

Afrah rolled her eyes, though she couldn’t suppress the small smile that tugged at her lips. “Someone has to keep you on your toes,” she retorted, placing the reports on his desk.

Vishal stood up, moving closer to her, his presence dominating the small space between them[img]<a href=[/img]" />. “I think you like keeping me on my toes a little too much,” he said softly, his voice laced with playful intent. “I’ve noticed you watching me, Afrah Vishal stood up, moving closer to her, his presence dominating the small space between them. “I think you like keeping me on my toes a little too much,” he said softly, his voice laced with playful intent. “I’ve noticed you watching me, Afrah.”

She tried to laugh it off, but her cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink. “You’re imagining things again,” she said, looking away as she felt the heat rise to her face.

Vishal reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against her hand as he took the top report. The contact was brief but electrifying, sending a jolt through Afrah that made her breath hitch. He noticed her reaction, his smile growing as he leaned in just a fraction closer.
“You know,” he murmured, his voice low, “you’re really cute when you blush.”

Afrah’s eyes widened, and she bit her lower lip
[img]<a href=[/img]" />, trying to suppress the nervous flutter in her chest. “I—I’m not blushing,” she stammered, but the telltale warmth on her cheeks betrayed her.

Vishal chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on her. “Oh, but you are. And I think you like this game as much as I do.” He stepped even closer, his body almost brushing against hers, the proximity sending her senses into overdrive.Afrah swallowed, her pulse quickening as she tried to maintain some semblance of composure.
[img]<a href=[/img]" /> “We shouldn’t be doing this,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. But even as she spoke, she couldn’t bring herself to step back. The magnetic pull between them was too strong.

Vishal’s gaze dropped to her lips, his eyes darkening with a mix of mischief and desire. “Why not? It’s just a little harmless fun, isn’t it?” He reached up, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers grazing her cheek in a way that sent a delicious shiver down her spine.

Afrah bit her lip again, trying to stifle the gasp that threatened to escape. She was trapped in the intensity of his gaze, her thoughts a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Part of her wanted to pull away, to keep things professional, but the other part—oh, the other part wanted nothing more than to give in to the thrill of his touch.

“You’re trouble, Vishal,” she finally managed to say, her voice shaky but laced with a hint of teasing. “Serious trouble.”

Vishal’s smile widened, and he leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. “Only the best kind,” he whispered, his voice sending a rush of heat through her.Afrah felt her knees weaken, her resolve crumbling under the weight of his words and the intensity of his presence. She stepped back slightly, trying to catch her breath, but not before her shoulder brushed against his chest. The brief contact sent another surge of electricity through her, leaving her flustered and off-balance.

She cleared her throat, desperately trying to regain control. “I should—um, I should get back to work,” she said, her voice unsteady.

Vishal nodded, his eyes never leaving her. “Of course,” he said smoothly, though the playful glint in his gaze told her that this was far from over. Just as she turned to leave, he spoke up again, his voice casual but with an undercurrent of something more. “Actually, Afrah, I’m meeting a client this afternoon, and I’d like you to join me.”

Afrah stopped in her tracks, turning back to face him. She raised an eyebrow, trying to read his expression. “Why me?” she asked, her tone a mix of curiosity and wariness.

Vishal shrugged, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “Because I think you’ll enjoy it. And because I like having you around.”

Afrah hesitated, her mind racing with the implications of his request. But as she looked into his eyes, she felt that familiar pull, the irresistible attraction that had been growing stronger with each passing day. She nodded slowly, a small smile breaking through despite herself.Alright,” she said, her voice soft but steady. “I’ll join you.”

As Afrah walked out of the cabin, her thoughts were a jumble of anticipation and excitement. She knew she was treading dangerous waters, but the thrill of Vishal’s attention and the promise of their next encounter were impossible to resist.

Vishal pov:
As Vishal settled into his chair in the hotel’s private dining area, he cast a discreet glance at Afrah across the table. The room was elegantly appointed, providing a luxurious and intimate setting that felt almost too perfect for their meeting. The soft glow of the candlelight highlighted the features of both their faces, casting an enchanting ambiance over the evening.

His eyes were drawn to Afrah, who had clearly taken extra care with her appearance before arriving. The subtle art of her makeup had been expertly retouched, accentuating her natural beauty. Her lips, now glossed to perfection, shimmered in the soft light, their shape fuller and more inviting than before. Vishal’s gaze lingered on them, drawn by their allure.

He couldn’t help but imagine how those lips would feel against his. The glossy finish of her lipstick gave her mouth a plump, almost edible quality, making it seem like a temptation he could hardly resist. He imagined the softness of her lips, warm and slightly yielding, as they brushed against his. He could almost taste the faint, sweet hint of her gloss, mingled with the warmth of her breath.

Vishal's thoughts drifted to how her lips might feel pressed firmly against his, their softness blending with the warmth of his own mouth. The contrast between the smooth, glossy surface and the slight pressure of her kiss was a tantalizing thought. He wondered if her lips tasted as sweet as they looked, with a hint of whatever flavor her gloss carried—a flavor in his imagination, was both enticing and addictive.

As they waited for the client to arrive, Vishal found himself increasingly distracted by the image of her lips, the memory of their close encounters, and the undeniable chemistry between them. The evening was turning into an exercise in restraint, as he battled the urge to close the distance between them and explore the allure that her carefully crafted appearance had only intensified.

The room’s quiet hum of ambient music and the soft flicker of candlelight seemed to amplify his growing anticipation. He knew the client would arrive soon, but as he watched Afrah, he couldn’t shake the thought of what it would be like to taste the sweetness of her lips, an ever-present temptation that made the waiting feel both exhilarating and torturous.

Another naughty thought passes his mind ,he started imaging how that beautiful lips and face would look pleasuring his thick cock with his precum coated around her lips and dripping down her chin.This thought made him hard.


Though he had been with many women, there was something about Afrah that made her stand out.

Last night, even while sharing a bed with another woman, his thoughts had incessantly returned to Afrah. Her image, her smile, the way she carried herself—these thoughts had consumed him, making it nearly impossible to focus on anything else. Her allure was different, more profound, striking a chord deep within him.

He found himself captivated by her in a way he had rarely experienced. There was a magnetic pull that drew him to her, a burning need that he couldn't ignore. 

Vishal’s thoughts were consumed with the need to have her, to make her his. He looked at Afrah with an intensity that bordered on lustful, his eyes tracing the curves of her figure and lingering on her lips. The attraction was undeniable, and he knew he was determined to make her his no matter what.

As he awaited the arrival of the client, Vishal’s focus remained on Afrah. The conversation with the client, the business at hand—all of it seemed secondary to the powerful draw he felt towards her. His desire was a consuming fire, and he couldn’t wait for the moment when he could explore this intense attraction further.


Afrah pov:

Afrah shifted uncomfortably in her seat, acutely aware of Vishal’s lingering gaze. The private dining area was elegantly lit, but the intensity of his stare felt almost too intimate, too personal. She had noticed him looking at her with a predatory interest that made her feel both flattered and uneasy.

Finally, unable to ignore it any longer, she cleared her throat and said, “Vishal, could you stop looking at me like that?”

He raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk curling on his lips. “Like what?” he asked, his voice smooth and teasing. “I’m just admiring how stunning you look tonight.”



Afrah felt her cheeks warm. “I’m serious. You’re making me uncomfortable.”

Vishal leaned in slightly, his gaze dropping to her lips with a deliberate intensity. “I can’t help it. Your lips look particularly irresistible tonight,” he said, his voice dripping with flirtation. “Did you do this just for me?”

The way he said it, with that smoldering look in his eyes, made Afrah’s pulse quicken. “Stop it,” she said, though her voice wavered slightly. “I mean it.”

Taking a deep breath, she decided to address something that had been gnawing at her. “You know, if you have a girlfriend, you should stop flirting with me,” she said, trying to sound casual but unable to hide the edge of irritation in her voice.

Vishal’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Girlfriend? I’m just a guy who appreciates beauty when he sees it. No strings attached.”

Afrah narrowed her eyes, feeling a pang of jealousy despite herself. “Then who was that woman you were with at the mall?” she asked, her tone sharper than she intended. “Was she just a friend?”


Vishal’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Girlfriend? I’m just a guy who appreciates beauty when he sees it. No strings attached.”

Afrah narrowed her eyes, feeling a pang of jealousy despite herself. “Then who was that woman you were with at the mall?” she asked, her tone sharper than she intended. “Was she just a friend?”

Vishal’s expression turned playful, but there was a hint of seriousness behind his smile. “Oh, her? She’s a friend, nothing more,” he said, leaning back in his chair with an air of casual dismissal. “You don’t need to worry about her.”


Afrah tried to mask her disappointment and the twinge of jealousy she felt at his dismissive response. “Right,” she said, forcing a smile. “Just a friend.”

As Vishal’s gaze continued to linger on her with that same intense look, Afrah couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that clung to her. The intensity of his attention and the underlying emotions it stirred were difficult to ignore. She shifted in her seat, trying to regain her composure, but the lingering tension made it hard to focus on anything else.

The clients arrived, and Vishal engaged them in conversation, but his focus was noticeably fractured. Despite his professional demeanor, Afrah could feel his attention drifting toward her.

As Vishal spoke, his gaze frequently flickered to Afrah, lingering longer than necessary. His usually sharp focus wavered, and he leaned slightly toward her, as if drawn by an invisible force. Each time their eyes met, a silent, charged exchange passed between them.

Though they were seated across from each other, the space between them seemed electrified. When Vishal’s hand brushed near the edge of the table, it brought his physical closeness into sharp relief. Afrah felt the subtle heat of his presence, making her pulse quicken.

The moment Vishal’s knee accidentally brushed against Afrah’s under the table, she felt a jolt of awareness. His distracted glances and the brief touch intensified the palpable attraction between them, overshadowing the business discussion and leaving no doubt about the unspoken tension in the air.



As the clients finally left, Vishal turned to Afrah with a mischievous grin. “So, now that the business is wrapped up, how about joining me at the club tonight? It’s just around the corner.”

Afrah hesitated, glancing at her phone. “I really should call Sohail,” she said, her voice tinged with reluctance.

Vishal leaned in slightly, his tone playful. “Come on, Afrah. Just a quick drink. You deserve a break after all the business talk. Besides, I promise it’ll be a good time.”

She bit her, torn between her commitment to Sohail and the growing allure of Vishal’s company. A part of her was drawn to the idea of spending more time with him, despite the nagging voice reminding her of her obligations. Vishal’s teasing tone and confident demeanor only added to her internal conflict.

Are you sure you can’t find someone else to keep you entertained?” Afrah asked, trying to mask her interest with a light-hearted question.

Vishal chuckled, his eyes sparkling. “I could, but I’d much prefer your company. How about this—if you don’t enjoy yourself, I’ll make it up to you. Deal?”

Afrah hesitated for a moment longer, her mind wrestling with the decision. Vishal’s charm and the promise of a fun evening were hard to ignore. Finally, with a resigned smile, she said, “Alright, I’ll go with you. But don’t keep me out too late.”

Vishal’s face lit up with a triumphant grin. “Great! I promise we’ll have a fantastic time.”

As they left the office together, Afrah couldn’t shake the feeling of excitement mingled with apprehension. Part of her was eager for the night ahead, while another part remained cautious. Nevertheless, the allure of Vishal’s company was a powerful draw, making her decision feel both thrilling and daunting.


Afrah had only been to a club a couple of times with friends, but she always left early, and she hadn’t told her family about it. Tonight, standing outside the club with Vishal, she felt self-conscious in her professional dress, feeling out of place among the flashy club-goers.

As they entered the club, the vibrant atmosphere hit her immediately. Vishal led her to the bar, his demeanor effortlessly confident. “What’s your poison for the evening?” he asked with a playful grin.

Afrah hesitated, glancing at the assortment of bottles. “I’ve never really tried alcohol before,” she confessed, her voice betraying her nervousness. “It’s not really something I do.”


Vishal’s eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and challenge. “Oh, come on, Afrah. You can’t come to a club and not have at least one drink. It’s part of the experience. You’ve got to at least give it a shot. Don’t tell me you’re afraid to try something new.”

Afrah’s heart skipped a beat. Vishal’s teasing tone made her feel like she was on the verge of a dare, and the idea of backing down felt like losing. “It’s not that I’m afraid,” she said, trying to sound firm. “I just don’t know if it’s for me.”

Vishal leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a coaxing murmur. “Look, I’ll start you with something light. How about a cocktail? It’s not too strong, and you might even end up liking it. You know, there’s something thrilling about stepping out of your comfort zone. It’s all about experiencing life. Are you going to let a little drink stop you from having fun?”

Afrah met his gaze, and there was a glint of challenge in his eyes. She felt a surge of determination not to back down. “Alright,” she said, her voice resolute. “I’ll try it. Just one drink.”

Vishal’s grin widened, clearly pleased with her decision. “That’s the spirit! You won’t regret it. I promise.”
He sig
He signaled the bartender, who soon presented a colorful cocktail. Vishal handed it to her with a wink. “To new experiences,” he toasted.

Afrah took a tentative sip, the unfamiliar burn of alcohol making her grimace. She tried to hide her discomfort behind a smile, but it was clear the taste wasn’t what she had hoped for.

As she looked around the club, the vibrant scene only heightened her unease. The dance floor was alive with movement—girls in provocative outfits swaying their hips, couples engaged in passionate embraces, and a few lost in heated kisses. The sight made her feel a pang of envy and discomfort. She felt out of place amidst the seductive energy of the club.

Despite Vishal’s charm and the allure of the night, Afrah couldn’t shake the feeling that she didn’t quite belong here. The vibrant scene and the seductive atmosphere seemed to accentuate her own sense of insecurity and longing.

After handing her the cocktail, Vishal’s eyes gleamed with a mischievous spark. “Now that you’ve had your drink, how about we hit the dance floor?” he suggested, his tone inviting.

Afrah hesitated, her discomfort with the alcohol making her even more reluctant. “I’m not really much of a dancer,” she said, trying to decline.

Vishal leaned in, his voice a sultry whisper. “Come on, Afrah. Just one dance. It’ll be fun. Besides, it’s all about letting go and enjoying the night. I promise you’ll like it.”


She looked at him, torn between her apprehension and the allure of his charm. Finally, with a deep breath, she nodded. “Alright, one dance.”

Vishal’s face lit up with a triumphant grin as he led her to the dance floor. The pulsating music surrounded them, the beat thumping in sync with their hearts. As they started to move, Vishal guided her gently, his hands resting on her waist.

The initial steps were slow and tentative, but as the rhythm of the music intensified, so did their movements. Vishal’s strong arms encircled her, his touch both firm and tender. He pulled her closer, his hand sliding down to the small of her back, feeling the contours of her body against him.

Afrah could feel the heat of his body through the thin fabric of her dress, the connection between them growing more electric with each beat. His grip on her waist was steady, his touch almost possessive, sending shivers down her spine. As they danced, Vishal’s fingers lightly brushed against her side, making her acutely aware of his touch.

Their bodies moved in a slow, sensual rhythm,[img]<a href=[/img]" /> and Vishal’s breath was warm against her neck as he leaned in. His lips almost grazed her ear as he whispered, “You’re doing great. Just let yourself feel the music.”


Afrah’s breath quickened as the dance grew more intimate. Vishal’s strong hands continued to explore the curve of her waist and hips, his movements guiding hers with a confident ease. She could feel his fingers pressing into her curves, every touch igniting a spark of desire. His touch was commanding yet gentle, making her pulse race.

The dance became more heated as Vishal’s hands wandered slightly lower, feeling the curve of her hips and the small of her back. Their bodies pressed together, the space between them almost nonexistent. Vishal’s gaze locked with hers, his eyes dark with intensity, making the air between them thick with unspoken tension.
Afrah found herself caught up in the sensuality of the moment, the combination of the music, Vishal’s touch, and the growing heat between them making it hard to focus on anything but their closeness. The world outside the dance floor seemed to fade away as they moved together, lost in the seductive rhythm of their dance.



As they danced, Afrah gazed into Vishal’s eyes, her breathing quickening with the heat of the moment. The intensity between them became overwhelming.

Suddenly, she pulled away. “It’s getting late. I should go,” she said, her voice trembling.

Vishal’s concern showed. “Let me give you a ride.”

Afrah shook her head. “No, it’s okay. I’ll manage.”

Without waiting for his reply, she left the club, the cool night air hitting her as she walked home, her thoughts still swirling with the evening’s intensity.


Afrah's mind was still spinning almost out of control as she walked back to her house from the club.Her own thoughts were too loud.

 Afrah needed some time alone to decompress. She walked inside and immediately headed for her room
 and peeling off her 'dress' as she went. She unhooked her bra and stepped out of her panties and left them on her bedroom floor as she fell face first onto her bed. What a day.


Afrah rolled onto her side on her bed and pulled her knees up to her substantial chest. She squeezed her eyes shut tight and tried to clear her mind enough to drift off to sleep. Ten minutes later she was still trying to keep her mind off of the evening's events.

When Afrah's mind had sufficiently replayed the events of the evening, she was finally able to drift off to sleep. When she awoke, her mind immediately snapped back to the night before. There was a slight tingling sensation between her legs but she also had an overwhelming desire to bathe in a tub of rubbing alcohol and scrub herself everywhere Vishal had touched her. She jumped off her bed and darted for the bathroom.feeling guilty thinking about Sohail ,she didn't pick his called today ,she messaged him that she is busy.


Afrah settling for simple soap and water and cranked the shower on. She stepped in and rolled the knob for hot water, letting the temperature rise as high as she could take. Her face contorted and her muscles tensed as she resisted the urge to dial back the heat. Once she was sure she could survive the shower, she emptied nearly a quarter of her remaining body wash into her hands and over her body.

The gel felt cool against her skin and was a welcome relief from the scalding water. She smeared the soap around her face, deeply inhaling its fruity aroma, and down her chest. She lingered a moment as her palms brushed over her dark nipples. She pressed her fingers into her fleshy globes.

Her hands continued down over her stomach and below her waist.
[img]<a href=[/img]" /> She began to scrub in earnest as her fingers slipped over her mound. She grabbed her loofah and slathered it in soap and ran it over her lips. Making gentle motions, she worked it top to bottom, finally feeling some relief and feeling a little less dirty and violated.[img]<a href=[/img]" />

As she cleaned herself, she got a sudden mental image of herself spread for Vishal . A small knot of disgust developed in the pit of her stomach and yet, even as she felt it, one of her hands was traveling back up her stomach to cup one of her breasts.

Her other hand was still moving between her legs but without realizing it, the loofah had fallen out of her hand and her bare fingers were now rubbing the soap over her pussy lips. She moved her hand in a circular motion just below her clit, funneling the shower's hot water against it. She gently ran a finger over it and her knees buckled slightly at the touch.

She was rhythmically squeezing her slick breast and brushing her hard nipple as she did so. Every few squeezes or so, she'd take the nipple between her index finger and thumb and roll it while gently pinching it.

Afrah threw her head back, letting the shower water rain into her face. She opened her mouth and took in a mouthful of water before spitting it back out over her lips. As she did this, she parted her other lips and dipped a finger between them. She began to work the finger in and out of her pussy while using her thumb to continue making circles just below her clitoris.[img]<a href=[/img]" />

Afrah bent her knees as she began to ride her own hand. The sound of the water falling into the tub began to splash in time with her movement. Afrah's breathing increased and she found it a little harder to breathe as she inhaled the hot steam.

She increased the speed of her finger as she sawed it in and out of her hot pussy, which now felt hotter than the water from the shower. Her hands were alternating from one breast to the other, pinching each hard nipple before returning to the other.

Somewhere in the distance she thought she heard a voice calling her name but she was too close now. She sucked in and spat out another mouthful of water from the shower head as she curled her finger between her soft lips and worked her palm against her clit. Her toes clenched and for a moment she thought she was going to lose her balance.

"Afrah!" she heard her ammi call from outside the bathroom door.

"No, not now, go away," Afrah thought as her hand became a blur on her pussy. She placed one foot onto the edge of the shower tub, now too preoccupied to be concerned with the risk of falling. She leaned forward, trying to pull her whole body into the fire that was beginning to engulf her.

"Afrah!" her ammi called again and knocked on the door.

Ally ignored her as she released her tender nipple and used that hand to stroke her clit. She furiously pumped two fingers from her other hand in and out of her spasming pussy. Knowing her mom was right outside the door, Afrah bit down on her tongue to avoid screaming out loud as she came. The shower's water now felt oddly cool compared to the heat that was now surging throughout her body. She leaned further forward and tried to balance herself by putting her forehead against the tiled shower wall as her legs shook uncontrollably and felt unsteady.

She continued to ride out her orgasm and didn't lower her foot from the edge of the tub until the last wave had rolled down her spine. Confident that she was no longer in danger of falling, she stood back from the wall and stood straight up. She once again turned her face into the shower stream and basked in the glow of her orgasm, her chest heaving. She was interrupted by the thumping on the door.

"Afrah are you ok in there?" her mom asked, still standing outside the door and sounding concerned.

"Uhh yeah I'm fine," Ally replied quickly, shutting off the water.

She stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel and gave herself a quick once over before cracking open the door.

" Ammi, what's up?" she said.

Her mom frowned at her, looking through the door at her. "What happened to your skin?"

Affrah looked down at herself and noticed several splotches where her skin had reddened from the hot water.


I'm not sure," Afrah said, thinking fast. "One minute the water was warm and the next it was scalding."

Her mom continued to frown, "Well, I'll call a plumber , what do you want for breakfast ? I am going to Soha aunty home .I'll be home late, don't wait up," Afrah's mom said as she left.

She again went to bed as it was Sunday.