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Chapter 4: Anand (Act 2)
Lina's heart pounded in her chest as she stared at Anand, her landlord, standing in her doorway. His towering frame filled the entrance, his muscles straining against his thin t-shirt. She knew she shouldn't let him in, but the look of pain etched across his face tugged at her sympathetic nature. "I have a bad back," he pleaded, "I need a massage."
Reluctantly, Lina stepped aside and allowed him to enter. She instructed him to lie down on her bed, without his shirt, as she prepared her massage oils. She couldn't help but notice the bulge in his shorts as he settled onto the mattress, but she quickly shook the thought from her mind. She was a professional, after all.
Lina's heart pounded in her chest as she gazed at Anand lying on her bed, his broad chest heaving with labored breaths. The apartment felt stifling, the air thick with tension. She knew Rahim had warned her, but the sight of Anand's apparent discomfort stirred a sense of duty within her. She sighed, "Alright, Anand. Let's get started."
She began the massage, her hands gliding over his back, slick with oil. His muscles twitched under her touch, and she could feel his body responding to her ministrations. Anand groaned, "This isn't working, Lina. Let me show you."
Lina hesitated, her mind racing with Rahim's warnings. But Anand's pleading eyes and apparent pain swayed her. "Fine," she said, "But only for five minutes."
Anand grinned, his eyes gleaming with unspoken intentions. Lina lay face down on the bed, her top discarded, her bra the only barrier between her and Anand's gaze. Anand produced a small vial of oil, its scent intoxicating. "This is special oil, Lina. It'll help," he said, his voice a low rumble.
Lina felt a shiver run down her spine as Anand's hands touched her back, the oil seeping into her skin. His touch was firm yet gentle, and she found herself relaxing despite her reservations.
Before she knew it, Anand had unhooked her bra strap and was massaging her bare side boobs. She protested, but he assured her that it was all part of the technique. "Trust me, Lina," he said, his voice steady and confident. "I know what I'm doing."
She tried to relax, but her body betrayed her as she felt a growing wetness between her legs. Anand's hands were firm and skilled, and she couldn't help but moan softly as he continued to massage her. He then flipped her over and began to massage the areas around her chest with only her bra covering her boobs.
His eyes fixed on her current state. "This is how it's done, Lina," he murmured, his hands moving towards her breasts.
Lina's breath hitched as Anand's hands brushed against her bra. "Anand, stop," she protested, but her voice was weak, betraying her arousal. Anand merely grinned, his hands deftly unhooking her bra completely.
"Anand, this is too much," she gasped, but her words lacked conviction. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Trust me, Lina, Let yourself feel."
Lina's breasts spilled out, her nipples hardening under Anand's gaze. He wasted no time, his hands moving to cup and kneading her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples. Lina gasped, her body betraying her as waves of pleasure coursed through her.
Anand moved lower, his hands sliding over her belly, dipping into her navel. Lina squirmed, her breath coming in short gasps. Anand's hands then moved to her thighs, his touch sending shivers up her spine. She tried to protest, but the words caught in her throat as she felt a surge of pleasure.
He then moved to her legs, his hands sliding under her shorts, his fingers brushing against her panties.
Lina moaned, her body arching off the bed. Anand's fingers moved lower, slipping under her panties. Lina's body trembled as his fingers found her wet pussy, her body responding to his touch. Anand grinned, his fingers moving in slow circles, his thumb brushing against her clit.
Lina's moans filled the room, her body writhing under Anand's touch. She could feel her climax building, her body aching for release. Anand's fingers moved faster, his thumb pressing harder against her clit. Lina's body tensed, her climax hitting her like a wave. She cried out, her body shaking as she rode out her orgasm.
Anand pulled his hand away, his fingers glistening with her juices. He grinned, his eyes filled with desire. "You're a natural, Lina," he said, his voice thick with lust. Lina could only gasp, her body still trembling from her orgasm.
Anand stood up, his erection straining against his shorts. Lina's eyes widened, her body responding to the sight. Anand grinned, "Next time, Lina. For now, I'll leave you to recover."
Lina watched as Anand left, her body still tingling from his touch. She had always been loyal to Rahim, but today, she had crossed a line. She felt a mix of guilt and excitement, and she knew she would never look at Anand the same way again. The game had just begun.
Lina's heart pounded in her chest as she stared at Anand, her landlord, standing in her doorway. His towering frame filled the entrance, his muscles straining against his thin t-shirt. She knew she shouldn't let him in, but the look of pain etched across his face tugged at her sympathetic nature. "I have a bad back," he pleaded, "I need a massage."
Reluctantly, Lina stepped aside and allowed him to enter. She instructed him to lie down on her bed, without his shirt, as she prepared her massage oils. She couldn't help but notice the bulge in his shorts as he settled onto the mattress, but she quickly shook the thought from her mind. She was a professional, after all.
Lina's heart pounded in her chest as she gazed at Anand lying on her bed, his broad chest heaving with labored breaths. The apartment felt stifling, the air thick with tension. She knew Rahim had warned her, but the sight of Anand's apparent discomfort stirred a sense of duty within her. She sighed, "Alright, Anand. Let's get started."
She began the massage, her hands gliding over his back, slick with oil. His muscles twitched under her touch, and she could feel his body responding to her ministrations. Anand groaned, "This isn't working, Lina. Let me show you."
Lina hesitated, her mind racing with Rahim's warnings. But Anand's pleading eyes and apparent pain swayed her. "Fine," she said, "But only for five minutes."
Anand grinned, his eyes gleaming with unspoken intentions. Lina lay face down on the bed, her top discarded, her bra the only barrier between her and Anand's gaze. Anand produced a small vial of oil, its scent intoxicating. "This is special oil, Lina. It'll help," he said, his voice a low rumble.
Lina felt a shiver run down her spine as Anand's hands touched her back, the oil seeping into her skin. His touch was firm yet gentle, and she found herself relaxing despite her reservations.
Before she knew it, Anand had unhooked her bra strap and was massaging her bare side boobs. She protested, but he assured her that it was all part of the technique. "Trust me, Lina," he said, his voice steady and confident. "I know what I'm doing."
She tried to relax, but her body betrayed her as she felt a growing wetness between her legs. Anand's hands were firm and skilled, and she couldn't help but moan softly as he continued to massage her. He then flipped her over and began to massage the areas around her chest with only her bra covering her boobs.
His eyes fixed on her current state. "This is how it's done, Lina," he murmured, his hands moving towards her breasts.
Lina's breath hitched as Anand's hands brushed against her bra. "Anand, stop," she protested, but her voice was weak, betraying her arousal. Anand merely grinned, his hands deftly unhooking her bra completely.
"Anand, this is too much," she gasped, but her words lacked conviction. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Trust me, Lina, Let yourself feel."
Lina's breasts spilled out, her nipples hardening under Anand's gaze. He wasted no time, his hands moving to cup and kneading her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her nipples. Lina gasped, her body betraying her as waves of pleasure coursed through her.
Anand moved lower, his hands sliding over her belly, dipping into her navel. Lina squirmed, her breath coming in short gasps. Anand's hands then moved to her thighs, his touch sending shivers up her spine. She tried to protest, but the words caught in her throat as she felt a surge of pleasure.
He then moved to her legs, his hands sliding under her shorts, his fingers brushing against her panties.
Lina moaned, her body arching off the bed. Anand's fingers moved lower, slipping under her panties. Lina's body trembled as his fingers found her wet pussy, her body responding to his touch. Anand grinned, his fingers moving in slow circles, his thumb brushing against her clit.
Lina's moans filled the room, her body writhing under Anand's touch. She could feel her climax building, her body aching for release. Anand's fingers moved faster, his thumb pressing harder against her clit. Lina's body tensed, her climax hitting her like a wave. She cried out, her body shaking as she rode out her orgasm.
Anand pulled his hand away, his fingers glistening with her juices. He grinned, his eyes filled with desire. "You're a natural, Lina," he said, his voice thick with lust. Lina could only gasp, her body still trembling from her orgasm.
Anand stood up, his erection straining against his shorts. Lina's eyes widened, her body responding to the sight. Anand grinned, "Next time, Lina. For now, I'll leave you to recover."
Lina watched as Anand left, her body still tingling from his touch. She had always been loyal to Rahim, but today, she had crossed a line. She felt a mix of guilt and excitement, and she knew she would never look at Anand the same way again. The game had just begun.
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