02-12-2025, 11:12 PM
## Update 159 A: Tea, Talk, and the Promise of Milk (Avi and Kiran)
The next day had arrived, and I was scheduled to have sex with Kamala Kaki later. A thrill of pure anticipation had me happy from the moment I woke up. I was finally going to have sex again after a dry spell of one week. I quickly finished all my morning routines. Then, in the afternoon, I went to Sir's house. Just like the day before, Kiran opened the house gate. This time, after opening the gate, instead of going straight inside, she lingered there, gave me a subtle smile, and then walked into the hall.
*(Did Kiran figure out what happened yesterday? That I had put my hand on her ass and pulled the nighty out of the crack of her gaand? If she had found out, she would have surely said something to me, demanding an explanation for my actions. But she only smiled and walked inside. Let it go; it doesn't matter now.)* I walked inside, following her lead.
Today, Sir was already waiting in his room. Kiran came and sat down on the sofa in the hall. I walked past Sir's open door and sat down on the sofa right next to Kiran.
"Why are you sitting here?" Kiran asked, her expression playful. "Your Sir is in his room; go in there and meet him."
I pretended to be surprised. "What?" I challenged her, raising my eyebrows. "Do I only come here to meet Sir?"
"So you actually come to meet me too?" Kiran teased, tilting her head.
"Yes, I do," I admitted, then stood up quickly. "But let it go for now; I'll go see Sir."
"Wait," Kiran said softly, reaching out to touch my arm.
I paused, looking down at her hand on me. "Why should I wait?" I asked.
"If you truly came to meet me," Kiran reasoned, dropping her hand, "then sit and talk to me for a while, and only then can you go to his room."
"I'm not really in the mood for talk right now," I deflected, taking another step toward Sir's room.
Kiran's face instantly looked sad, her features drooping. "You go too, then," she sighed dramatically. "I'm much better off sitting here alone. Go to your Sir."
Seeing her genuine sadness, my mood shifted immediately. "Kiran," I said, sitting back down quickly, "my mood has just changed. Now I won't go into Sir's room until I've talked to you first."
Kiran instantly brightened, a happy relief washing over her face.
"Let's talk while we drink some tea," Kiran suggested eagerly, standing up.
"Are you going to make black tea again today?" I asked, a warning in my voice. "If so, then forget about it. I'm not drinking it."
Kiran stopped short, turning back to me. "Yesterday, the milk had finished entirely, so I only had the tea bags to make black tea," she explained quickly.
"So that was the reason," I said, feigning an innocent realization. "I thought something else entirely..."
"What exactly did you think, Avi?" Kiran pressed, curiosity mixed with caution in her voice.
"I thought that last time I joked about the milk," I said, keeping my gaze on her face. "So this time, you must have made the black tea specifically to get back at me for that little joke."
"It was nothing like that, I swear," Kiran insisted, looking down. "Last time, I actually felt a little..."
"Yes, tell me what you felt, Kiran," I encouraged her, leaning forward.
"Nothing," Kiran finished abruptly, cutting herself off. "You sit down; I'll make the tea in two minutes."
"Let it go, don't make it now," I said, waving my hand. "When I go into Sir's room, you can make it for me then."
"You can drink it now, and you can drink it then too," Kiran countered, walking toward the kitchen.
I stared pointedly at Kiran's boobs, letting my eyes linger. "It really seems like you have a lot of milk," I remarked smoothly.
"How do you know that for sure, Avi?" Kiran asked, turning back with a truly playful, wicked smile now. "Would you like to drink some of my milk?"
*(I had genuinely not prepared for such an open, seductive response from Kiran.)* "If you are willing to give it to me," I replied, forcing my breathing to remain even, "I will absolutely drink it."
"Do you want to drink the milk first or the tea?" Kiran asked, her voice hushed, her eyes glittering.
"What kind of question is that now?" I asked, confused by the order of things.
"I mean, after drinking my milk now, are you going to drink tea with Sir," Kiran clarified, standing still, "or do you want to drink my milk after you finish drinking tea with Sir first?"
"I feel like drinking the milk now," I admitted, my voice husky. "But first, I'll go drink the tea with Sir, and then I'll come back and drink your milk peacefully."
"Okay," Kiran whispered, a clear promise in her eyes. "Now you go into the room. I will bring the tea for you both."
"No, don't bring tea," I quickly interjected. "Bring juice instead."
"Why juice, Avi?" Kiran questioned, puzzled.
I gave her a mischievous grin. "It wouldn't be much fun to drink your milk right after drinking tea," I explained.
"Okay," Kiran agreed, nodding slightly, understanding the underlying meaning. "I'll bring the juice, then. You go see Sir."
I stood up and finally walked into Sir's room, my mind spinning from the unexpected exchange with Kiran.
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The next day had arrived, and I was scheduled to have sex with Kamala Kaki later. A thrill of pure anticipation had me happy from the moment I woke up. I was finally going to have sex again after a dry spell of one week. I quickly finished all my morning routines. Then, in the afternoon, I went to Sir's house. Just like the day before, Kiran opened the house gate. This time, after opening the gate, instead of going straight inside, she lingered there, gave me a subtle smile, and then walked into the hall.
*(Did Kiran figure out what happened yesterday? That I had put my hand on her ass and pulled the nighty out of the crack of her gaand? If she had found out, she would have surely said something to me, demanding an explanation for my actions. But she only smiled and walked inside. Let it go; it doesn't matter now.)* I walked inside, following her lead.
Today, Sir was already waiting in his room. Kiran came and sat down on the sofa in the hall. I walked past Sir's open door and sat down on the sofa right next to Kiran.
"Why are you sitting here?" Kiran asked, her expression playful. "Your Sir is in his room; go in there and meet him."
I pretended to be surprised. "What?" I challenged her, raising my eyebrows. "Do I only come here to meet Sir?"
"So you actually come to meet me too?" Kiran teased, tilting her head.
"Yes, I do," I admitted, then stood up quickly. "But let it go for now; I'll go see Sir."
"Wait," Kiran said softly, reaching out to touch my arm.
I paused, looking down at her hand on me. "Why should I wait?" I asked.
"If you truly came to meet me," Kiran reasoned, dropping her hand, "then sit and talk to me for a while, and only then can you go to his room."
"I'm not really in the mood for talk right now," I deflected, taking another step toward Sir's room.
Kiran's face instantly looked sad, her features drooping. "You go too, then," she sighed dramatically. "I'm much better off sitting here alone. Go to your Sir."
Seeing her genuine sadness, my mood shifted immediately. "Kiran," I said, sitting back down quickly, "my mood has just changed. Now I won't go into Sir's room until I've talked to you first."
Kiran instantly brightened, a happy relief washing over her face.
"Let's talk while we drink some tea," Kiran suggested eagerly, standing up.
"Are you going to make black tea again today?" I asked, a warning in my voice. "If so, then forget about it. I'm not drinking it."
Kiran stopped short, turning back to me. "Yesterday, the milk had finished entirely, so I only had the tea bags to make black tea," she explained quickly.
"So that was the reason," I said, feigning an innocent realization. "I thought something else entirely..."
"What exactly did you think, Avi?" Kiran pressed, curiosity mixed with caution in her voice.
"I thought that last time I joked about the milk," I said, keeping my gaze on her face. "So this time, you must have made the black tea specifically to get back at me for that little joke."
"It was nothing like that, I swear," Kiran insisted, looking down. "Last time, I actually felt a little..."
"Yes, tell me what you felt, Kiran," I encouraged her, leaning forward.
"Nothing," Kiran finished abruptly, cutting herself off. "You sit down; I'll make the tea in two minutes."
"Let it go, don't make it now," I said, waving my hand. "When I go into Sir's room, you can make it for me then."
"You can drink it now, and you can drink it then too," Kiran countered, walking toward the kitchen.
I stared pointedly at Kiran's boobs, letting my eyes linger. "It really seems like you have a lot of milk," I remarked smoothly.
"How do you know that for sure, Avi?" Kiran asked, turning back with a truly playful, wicked smile now. "Would you like to drink some of my milk?"
*(I had genuinely not prepared for such an open, seductive response from Kiran.)* "If you are willing to give it to me," I replied, forcing my breathing to remain even, "I will absolutely drink it."
"Do you want to drink the milk first or the tea?" Kiran asked, her voice hushed, her eyes glittering.
"What kind of question is that now?" I asked, confused by the order of things.
"I mean, after drinking my milk now, are you going to drink tea with Sir," Kiran clarified, standing still, "or do you want to drink my milk after you finish drinking tea with Sir first?"
"I feel like drinking the milk now," I admitted, my voice husky. "But first, I'll go drink the tea with Sir, and then I'll come back and drink your milk peacefully."
"Okay," Kiran whispered, a clear promise in her eyes. "Now you go into the room. I will bring the tea for you both."
"No, don't bring tea," I quickly interjected. "Bring juice instead."
"Why juice, Avi?" Kiran questioned, puzzled.
I gave her a mischievous grin. "It wouldn't be much fun to drink your milk right after drinking tea," I explained.
"Okay," Kiran agreed, nodding slightly, understanding the underlying meaning. "I'll bring the juice, then. You go see Sir."
I stood up and finally walked into Sir's room, my mind spinning from the unexpected exchange with Kiran.
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