18-11-2024, 01:57 PM
Riya's Visit
The following day, Riya woke up with a sense of purpose. After a quick breakfast, her thoughts drifted back to Shankar, and she wanted to check on him. She felt beautiful and bold, dressed in a fitted blue shirt that accentuated her figure and a flowing white skirt that hugged her toned thighs. Before heading out, she opened one of the buttons of her shirt, allowing a hint of her smooth skin to peek through. She wanted Shankar to notice and see her in a new light.
As she approached Shankar’s quarters, her heart raced with excitement and anxiety. She knocked softly on the door, and his voice called out from inside, inviting her in. “Riya, come in!”
Riya opened the door and stepped inside. Shankar lay on the sofa, his expression a mix of casual ease and feigned discomfort. He looked up at her, his eyes widening slightly as he took in her appearance.
“Hey, how are you feeling?” she asked, her voice laced with concern as she approached him.
“Still a bit sore,” he replied, keeping his tone steady as he tried to maintain the charade. “But seeing you make it a little better.”
Riya smiled, her cheeks flushing as she leaned down to adjust the pillows behind his back, instinctively getting closer to him. As she did, Shankar seized the moment, placing his hands on her breasts with a light, almost tentative touch.
“Wow, Riya,” he murmured, a hint of mischief. “You’re so soft. It’s incredible.”
His fingers lingered there, the warmth of his touch sending shivers down her spine. “Stay just like that for a moment,” he instructed, his gaze locked onto hers, filled with admiration and desire.
Riya’s breath hitched in her throat, and she froze, caught off guard by the boldness of his actions. A rush of heat surged through her body as she felt the weight of his hands pressing gently against her chest.
“Shankar,” she whispered, a mix of thrill and uncertainty in her voice. “This… is not right.”
“Why not?” he replied, his voice low. “You’re beautiful, and you know it. I can’t help but appreciate what I see.”
Riya bit her lip, her heart racing as she wrestled with her feelings. Part of her wanted to pull away, while another part craved the closeness, the heat of his touch igniting a fire within her.
“Just relax,” he said softly, his fingers tracing a line along the edge of her shirt, teasingly close to her exposed skin.
Riya found herself torn between the urge to flee and the desire to linger and charged with unspoken feelings.
“Okay,” she finally breathed, surprising herself with her willingness to stay. “Just for a moment.”
As Shankar's hands continued to explore, Riya felt her heartbeat increase with the rhythm of their breaths. She knew what they were doing was wrong, but at that moment, it felt good.
Shankar’s hand reluctantly withdrew from Riya’s chest. He shifted slightly on the sofa. “I think I need to use the restroom. But with my back like this, I might need a little help. Do you mind?”
She hesitated momentarily, caught off guard by the sudden shift in their interaction. She still wanted his hand on her breast. “Uh, are you sure? I mean, can’t you just… wait a bit?”
Shankar chuckled softly, his gaze intense. “I could, but it’s a bit uncomfortable. I promise I won’t take long, and I’d feel better knowing I have someone to lean on.”
“Okay, I can help you,” she said, moving to his side.
Shankar carefully sat up, feigning a wince as he did. “Just hold onto me,” he instructed, his voice low and soothing. Riya slipped her arm around his waist, feeling the warmth of his body against hers.
As they slowly approached the restroom, Riya supported him, her heart racing with each step. She couldn’t help but notice the way his body felt against hers, the heat radiating from him sending shivers down her spine.
“Easy there,” Shankar teased, his voice playful.
When they reached the restroom, Shankar turned to her, his expression serious. “I appreciate this, Riya. It means a lot to me.”
“No Problem,” she replied, surprised by the sincerity in his voice. “I just want to make sure you’re okay.”
Shankar called out to her a few moments later. “Could you help me again when I’m done? I might need some support to get back.”
Riya nodded, her pulse quickening. “Sure, just… let me know when you’re ready.”
Once Shankar finished in the restroom, he called out for Riya. “Riya, I’m ready! Can you help me again?”
Riya stepped forward, her heart racing as she approached the door. “Coming!” she replied, maintaining her composure despite the anticipation bubbling inside her.
As Shankar emerged, he leaned heavily on her for support, his body brushing against hers in a way that made her pulse quicken. Riya instinctively wrapped her arm around his waist, helping him navigate back toward the sofa.
“Thanks for being my crutch,” he said with a teasing grin, but his gaze lingered on her, filled with admiration and desire. “I really wouldn’t have made it without you.”
As they moved slowly, Shankar couldn’t help but let his hand drift down, feeling the softness of her breasts as they passed each other. He pressed them like a ball. Riya gasped lightly, “Shankar!” she exclaimed, both shy and excited by his daring.
“Sorry, but I can’t help it,” he replied, smirking. “You’re just so close, and it’s hard not to notice. They are so spongy and soft.” His fingers grazed along the side of her breast, lingering just long enough to send a spark of heat coursing through her. His actions grew much more confident, feeling breasts like they belonged to him.
Riya’s cheeks flushed, and her mind raced as she tried to process the sensations flooding her body. The warmth of his hand against her skin felt electrifying. She found herself drawn to him in a way she couldn’t fully comprehend.
“Just a little further,” she murmured, guiding him carefully back to the sofa. With every step, Shankar’s hand continued to press and mold her breasts, his fingers tracing her curves. The intimate contact left her breathless, each press sending a feeling between her junction below.
Shankar turned to face her as they reached the sofa, his eyes dark with desire. “I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you here with me,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper.
Riya’s heart raced, caught in the web of his words and the intensity of his gaze. “I just want to help,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Shankar leaned closer, their faces inches apart, his breath warm against her skin. “You know, Riya, this isn’t just about helping me. It’s about what we’re discovering together,” he said, his hand finding its way back to her breast, squeezing gently.
Riya’s breath hitched as the world around them faded into the background. Every touch and lingering glance fueled a fire within her that she had never known. “Shankar,” she breathed, torn between wanting to pull away and craving the closeness.
“Just stay with me a little longer,” he urged, his fingers teasing her softness, igniting sensations that left her weak-kneed and breathless.
Shankar settled on the sofa, a playful grin spreading across his face. Without warning, he pulled Riya onto his lap, her body fitting snugly against his. Riya gasped softly, her heart racing as she realized how close they were.
One of his hands found its place on her bare thigh, fingers grazing the smooth skin just above her skirt, sending shivers coursing through her. His other hand was on her breast, the pressure igniting sensations that were both thrilling and overwhelming.
“Riya,” he murmured, his voice low, “you have no idea how beautiful you are.”
Riya’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and she felt shy under his gaze. “Shankar, we shouldn’t…” she began, but her words trailed off as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against her lips.
In an instant, Shankar closed the distance, brushing his lips against hers in a tentative first kiss. It was soft and sweet, a whisper of what was to come, yet it held an electric charge that set Riya’s heart racing. She felt the world around them fade away as she melted into the moment, her body responding to him instinctively.
The kiss deepened as their lips moved; Shankar’s tongue slipped between her lips, teasing her, igniting a fire that she had never experienced before. Riya responded in kind, her tongue dancing with his as she surrendered to the wave of desire flooding through her.
His hands roamed her body, the one on her breast squeezing with some force now while the other on her thigh slid higher, tracing the contours of her leg. Every touch sent ripples of pleasure coursing through her, and she felt as though she were on fire.
The kiss intensified, filled with longing and urgency as they explored each other’s mouths. Riya’s fingers found their way into Shankar’s hair, pulling him closer and urging him to deepen the kiss further.
As they kissed, time seemed to stand still. Riya lost herself in the moment, every nerve ending alive with sensation.
Shankar pulled away slightly, his forehead resting against hers, both panting for breath. “You’re incredible,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I never imagined it would feel like this.”
Riya could only nod, her mind swirling with the intensity of what had just happened.
“Let’s not stop here,” Shankar suggested, his eyes gleaming with mischief and desire.
Riya swallowed hard, her heart pounding as she realized how far they were willing to go together.
With Riya still perched on his lap, Shankar leaned in again, capturing her lips in another deep kiss. This time, it was more urgent, more passionate, as if they were both lost in their world. His hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve with an intensity that made Riya’s heart race.
Shankar's fingers danced along the hem of her skirt, teasingly inching higher, exploring the softness of her thighs. Riya gasped into the kiss, a thrill of pleasure rushing through her at his boldness.
“God, you feel amazing,” Shankar murmured against her lips, his breath warm and compelling. He pulled back just enough to gaze into her eyes, his expression a mixture of desire and admiration. “I can’t get enough of you.”
Riya leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his neck as she pressed small kisses along his collarbone. Each kiss was soft and tentative, but as Shankar’s hands gripped her waist, she found her confidence growing. She wanted more—more closeness, more intimacy, more of everything that he was offering.
Shankar took advantage of her newfound boldness. He gently pushed her back against the sofa, positioning himself above her, their bodies entwined. His kisses trailed from her lips to her jawline, down her neck, igniting a fire she had never felt before. Riya let out a soft moan.
“Shankar…” she breathed, the words tumbling from her lips as he explored the delicate skin of her neck, kissing and nibbling softly, eliciting waves of pleasure that coursed through her body.
“Just relax,” he whispered, his voice low and seductive, as he shifted his weight, pressing against her. His hand found its way back to her breast, fingers teasing and caressing her soft curves, while his other hand continued to explore her thigh, moving inch by inch upward under her skirt.
Riya arched her back, pressing herself against him, craving more of his touch. The mixture of nervousness and desire fueled her excitement as she felt Shankar’s hand slide beneath her skirt, exploring the warmth of her bare skin. Every stroke sent ripples of pleasure into her intimate junction.
“Riya, you’re breathtaking,” Shankar breathed, his eyes dark with desire as he gazed down at her, taking in the sight of her flushed cheeks and breathless expression. “I want you to feel everything. I want to make you feel amazing.”
His words sent a shiver down her spine, and she nodded, her heart pounding in agreement. She was ready to dive deeper. Shankar leaned in again, capturing her lips in another passionate kiss, their bodies moving together ideally.
As the kiss deepened, Riya felt herself surrendering entirely to the moment. She entwined her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as the world outside faded away.
Deepak Kapoor
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