01-03-2025, 11:15 AM
Rupesh, mind spinning with thoughts of Arpita, bolted to his terrace room and locked the door tight. That image of her pink blouse hugging her left boob was burned into his brain, sending electric shocks through his veins. Alone at last, he couldn’t hold back—hands fumbling, he started masturbating, lost in the wild rush of it all. But just as he was hitting his stride, a little knock shattered the moment. It was Yuvan, his nephew, chirping, "Mama, come play with me!" Rupesh’s mood crashed like a cheap kite in a storm. The thrill fizzled out, replaced by a cold dread—what if Arpita caught him staring again and ratted him out to mummy-papa? No way he was stepping out now! Cracking the door just a sliver, he muttered, "I’ve got work, beta, we’ll play later," and shooed the kid off.
Yuvan, sulking, toddled downstairs and whined to Arpita, "Mama won’t play with me!" Arpita, catching the vibe, decided to take matters into her own hands. She marched upstairs and rapped on Rupesh’s door. He, thinking it was Yuvan again, grumbled, "Go play with your mummy today!" But then her voice cut through, smooth and firm, "Rupesh, it’s me. Come join Yuvan for a game!" His heart skipped a beat—his body betrayed him, stirring awake despite his panic. Reluctantly, he shuffled out, and there she was—saree pallu still teasingly low, her boobs looking so deliciously gorgeous he could barely breathe.
Today, Arpita was in on the action, suggesting a round of Blindman’s Buff. Rupesh’s nerves were on edge—play a game with *her* after that dining table fiasco? But as they got into it, tossing laughs and chasing Yuvan, he started to loosen up. Then it was Arpita’s turn to wear the blindfold. She tied it on, stumbling around, and oh boy—the natural sway of her saree went haywire. The pallu slipped, flashing her hip and that left boob again, half-exposed in all its glory. Rupesh’s eyes widened, his pulse racing like a runaway train. That electric jolt hit him square in the chest, and his brain kicked into overdrive, barking orders to his body—*look, stare, burn it into your memory!* The excitement was back, fiercer than ever, and he was hooked all over again.
Yuvan, sulking, toddled downstairs and whined to Arpita, "Mama won’t play with me!" Arpita, catching the vibe, decided to take matters into her own hands. She marched upstairs and rapped on Rupesh’s door. He, thinking it was Yuvan again, grumbled, "Go play with your mummy today!" But then her voice cut through, smooth and firm, "Rupesh, it’s me. Come join Yuvan for a game!" His heart skipped a beat—his body betrayed him, stirring awake despite his panic. Reluctantly, he shuffled out, and there she was—saree pallu still teasingly low, her boobs looking so deliciously gorgeous he could barely breathe.
Today, Arpita was in on the action, suggesting a round of Blindman’s Buff. Rupesh’s nerves were on edge—play a game with *her* after that dining table fiasco? But as they got into it, tossing laughs and chasing Yuvan, he started to loosen up. Then it was Arpita’s turn to wear the blindfold. She tied it on, stumbling around, and oh boy—the natural sway of her saree went haywire. The pallu slipped, flashing her hip and that left boob again, half-exposed in all its glory. Rupesh’s eyes widened, his pulse racing like a runaway train. That electric jolt hit him square in the chest, and his brain kicked into overdrive, barking orders to his body—*look, stare, burn it into your memory!* The excitement was back, fiercer than ever, and he was hooked all over again.
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