Misc. Erotica An Innocent Beauty

[Deepak.kapoor]

Intimate Contact
 
Sunlight came through the windows at the Kapoor home, lighting up the living room where Riya and her friends played a lively game of tag. Riya wore a casual shirt and a mid-length skirt. Her laughter filled the space, showing her playful energy as she dashed around her, skirt moving with every quick step.

 
Focused entirely on their game, Riya listened to her friends' giggles while racing across the room, her eyes bright with happiness, until she suddenly bumped into something solid. With a surprised gasp, she fell forward, landing on Shankar’s chest. Breathing knocked out momentarily, she looked up wide-eyed, seeing Shankar’s face so close.

 
Riya was lying on him, her weight pressing against his chest, her breast crushed to his chest. The position was intimate, and she could feel the warmth radiating from his body. Her skirt had moved up, showing more of her thighs.

 
Shankar instinctively put his hand on her exposed hips—Riya's heartbeat fast from this surprising closeness.

 
Shankar, too, was surprised. He paused to understand the situation. His heart thudded, not just from the bump but from feelings he had struggled with for two years. A young woman's feel was new after ten years of loneliness.

 
"Are you okay?" he asked gently. His voice was calm but soft, and his hand, with a mind of his own, tightened on her hips.

 
Riya, still shocked, nodded slowly. Her cheeks were red from realizing how close their bodies were. "I think so," she whispered. Shankar's warmth excited and scared her.

 
Shankar hugged Riya for longer than usual. He has noticed how things have changed over the last couple of years. Riya had grown into a beautiful young woman with curves, and he had difficulty controlling his intense attraction to her.

 
“Sorry for not seeing you,” Riya said, easing the tension. Nervous laughter slipped out.
Shankar smiled gently as he released her from the embrace. “No harm done,” he replied, his voice low. “Just be careful next time.”

 
Concern flooded her mind as Riya extended her hand to help Shankar rise. “Are you okay?” she asked, her brow furrowing as she noticed the grimace on his face. The last thing she wanted was for her father to blame her for Shankar’s condition. Riya’s friends took leave because they did not want to be blamed for the mishap.

 
Shankar hesitated, “I think I might have hurt my back a bit,” he said, allowing a pained expression to cross his features. He felt the sharp pain from the fall, but it was manageable. He decided to act in pain because he wanted to prolong this moment and stay close to Riya.

 
Riya’s eyes widened in alarm. “Oh no! Dad’s going to blame me!” she her voice tinged with anxiety. She could already imagine her father’s stern look and the disappointment in his voice.

 
“Don’t worry,” Shankar reassured her, a gentle smile breaking through his discomfort. “I’ll never tell your dad I got hurt because of you. It was just an accident.” He paused for effect, letting the tension ease a bit. “But I might need to take some rest. I could use some help recovering.”

 
Riya’s heart raced as she processed his words. “Are you hurt that bad?” she asked, her concern deepening. 

 
Shankar leaned on her for support, deliberately allowing their bodies to contact as he moved. His hands rested on her shoulders, his grip steady yet gentle. “It’s not that bad, but I can’t stand without your support,” he said, enjoying her closeness.

 
Riya supported him on the sofa and felt a whirlwind of emotions. Her cheeks turned red as Shankar's warmth touched her.
 
 
"Take it slow," Riya advised. Her voice trembled a bit. She tried to pay attention even though strange feelings were running through her. Shankar nodded and let her lead him slowly to the sofa.

 
When they finally reached the couch, Shankar sank into the cushions, keeping Riya close. “I might need someone to take care of me for a while,” he said.

 
“Are you serious?” Riya replied, worried. “You can’t leave us without a driver!”

 
“I’m afraid it’s true,” he said somberly. “But I promise, I’ll keep it between us. Your dad doesn’t need to know.”

 
Feeling Shankar's pain, Riya felt a surge of responsibility. “I think I should help you,” she said, glancing at Shankar with concern. You can’t just sit here in pain; let’s get some oil for your back. It might help.”

 
Shankar smiled, appreciating her eagerness to care for him. “That sounds like a good idea,” he replied, knowing that every moment they spent close together was a chance to prolong their physical contact.

 
Riya retrieved a small oil bottle from the cabinet. “Okay, let’s head to your quarters,” she suggested, her voice steady though her heart raced with anticipation.

 
Walking side by side, Shankar leaned on Riya for support. Their bodies touched with each step. He could feel the softness of her body pressed against him, her breasts brushing his side. This started a very unwanted desire between them. Riya felt the closeness, too; her skin was warm, and she sensed everything.

 
“Just be careful,” Riya murmured, feeling the heat rising in her cheeks.

 
As they neared his room, Shankar tripped a bit, his hand ending up on Riya's breast as he balanced. "Oops! Sorry!" he said, pretending nothing happened while his heartbeat was fast. Riya gasped, eyes wide in shock, but the moment soon passed. The air seemed heavy with the accidental touch, filled with unspoken emotions.

 
“It’s okay; I’m just glad you’re not hurt more,” she said quickly, trying to regain her composure. Yet, deep down, she felt a thrill at the contact, igniting a confusing mix of emotions within her.

 
Shankar smirked, maintaining his façade of a clumsy stumble. “You are a lifesaver, Riya,” he said, his voice smooth, as they finally reached his room.

 
Inside his quarters, Riya set the bottle down and gestured for him to sit on the edge of the bed. “I’ll help with the oil,” she said, her heart pounding at the thought of being so close to him. Shankar sat down, turning his back to her. She poured a small amount of oil into her hands and rubbed them together to warm them up.

 
“Just relax,” she instructed softly, her hands shaking slightly as she approached him. Riya pressed her palms against his back, her fingers gliding over his skin, feeling the tension in his muscles beneath her touch. It felt intimate.

 
As she worked the oil into his back, Shankar closed his eyes, trying to focus on the sensations. Each stroke of her hands sent shivers down his spine. He leaned into her touch, allowing himself to savor the moment, the warmth of Riya’s body against his.

 
“Does that feel better?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

 
“Yes, it feels great,” he replied, his voice low. “You have a real talent for this.”

 
Riya’s cheeks turned red when he praised her. “I just want to check if you’re okay,” she said.

 
“Thank you for taking care of me,” Shankar said, his voice softening as he looked at her with admiration and longing. “I appreciate it.”

 
"Of course," Riya answered, her emotions rising. She noticed Shankar's warmth spreading, and their closeness was apparent.

 
After some time in the room, Riya sat on the edge of Shankar’s bed. The warmth of the oil lingered on her fingertips, but it was nothing compared to the heat spreading through her body from their earlier contact.

 
When Shankar’s hand accidentally touched her breast, that moment stood out in her memory. It felt soft and exciting, different from anything else in her life. The touch sparked something inside her, bringing out emotions she didn’t know she had. Her heart beat faster, and warmth spread up her neck to her cheeks.

 
"Why was it so powerful?" she thought, breathing quickly as she remembered how her body reacted naturally. Nobody had ever touched her on her breast. She grew up with strict rules where such closeness never occurred.

 
Riya felt both puzzled and curious. Tingling sensations spread on her skin where Shankar’s hand touched her. His warmth lingered close. Every nerve seemed to awaken, spreading heat through her body.

 
"What's happening to me?" she whispered, her voice very soft in the quiet room. Her eyes shut as she inhaled deeply, trying to settle the storm inside her.

 
The touch, however accidental, had opened a door she had never known existed.
 
 
She was deep in her thoughts, thinking about the weird feelings in her body. Suddenly, a noise from Shankar behind her brought her back to reality.

 
She turned and saw him staring at her so intensely that her heart beat faster.

 
“Riya,” he said softly, breaking the silence. “Are you okay?”

 
Her heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice. “I’m fine,” she stammered, though she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks again. “Just… thinking.”

 
Riya's heart beat very fast, thinking about their moment when Shankar's hand touched her breast. That memory stayed with her. Maybe it stirred a new desire in her. She wanted to feel it again.

 
“Let me arrange some pillows on your back,” she offered, standing up and moving closer to him. The thought of touching him, of being so near, sent shivers of excitement through her body. As she adjusted the pillows, her chest brushed against Shankar’s, and she felt a rush of warmth flood her cheeks.

 
Riya noticed Shankar looking at her cleavage. She felt both excited and nervous, and his body warmth reached her.

 
As she leaned closer, adjusting the pillows, Shankar made a bold move. His hand slipped onto her bare thigh, and he began to massage it gently, his touch igniting a fire within her.

 
Riya gasped softly, her heart racing as she processed what was happening. Her reaction surprised her, yet she found herself saying nothing.

 
Seeing her response—or lack thereof—Shankar pulled her into a warm embrace. His heart raced as he held her closer, feeling the warmth of her body against his. He wanted to ignite the fire within her.

 
With one hand still resting on her thigh, he moved it higher, his touch deliberate. Riya’s breath hitched in her throat as she felt his fingers brush against her body.

 
Shankar's other hand found its way to Riya’s breast, and he let his fingers linger there, feeling the softness beneath his palm. The sensation was intoxicating for both; Riya’s heart raced as the heat of his touch enveloped her.

 
Shankar leaned in closer, his lips grazing her neck, planting soft kisses that sent shivers down her spine. Riya closed her eyes, surrendering to the moment, her body responding to his every touch.

 
“Riya,” he murmured against her skin, his breath warm and inviting. “You feel incredible.”

 
His words sent another wave of heat coursing through her. Riya found herself lost in the sensations. She wanted more, craving the desire that had blossomed between them.

 
Yet, beneath the surface of her desire, a flicker of uncertainty danced in Riya’s mind. Was this right? What did it mean for her relationship with Shankar? But as his lips continued to explore her neck and his hands moved with a boldness that made her heart race, those thoughts began to fade into the background.

 
At that moment, Riya chose to surrender to the fire consuming her. She leaned into Shankar, letting herself get lost in its intensity, aware that they were stepping into a world that would change everything.