Adultery Velvet | Short Forbidden Erotic suspense Thriller Stories by Yaazhan

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Velvet 0006 - Wet Blockout

The power had been out for almost three hours. The whole lane sat in thick unmoving heat. Divya’s room was stifling even with both windows open. She had stripped down to an old white sleeveless nightshirt that barely reached mid thigh. Anything heavier felt impossible. Sweat had already gathered at the base of her throat and between her breasts.
A soft scbang of metal came from the left side of the balcony. She turned. Arnav the neighbour from the next building was climbing across the narrow gap between their railings. He carried a battery lamp and two cold bottles of water.
He stepped onto her balcony without asking.
“Your mother is downstairs talking to the others,” he said quietly. “I thought you might need water.”
Divya took one of the bottles. The plastic was still cold. She pressed it against the side of her neck first then against the hollow of her throat. Water droplets ran down her skin and disappeared under the neckline of the nightshirt. Arnav watched them. He set the lamp on the small plastic table. The weak yellow light made the sweat on her collarbones look like polish.
They sat on the two low stools. For a while they only drank and listened to the voices rising from the street. Somewhere a generator coughed and failed. The lamp battery began to fade. The light turned amber then dimmed then died.
Darkness settled completely.
Divya could still feel the heat coming off his shoulder. When his hand found the back of her neck the touch was slow testing. His fingers rested against the damp hairline then stroked the tense muscle there.
She did not pull away.
“You shouldn’t stay long,” she whispered. “If she looks up…”
“I know.”
His thumb pressed harder into the knot at the base of her skull. A soft helpless “nnn…” left her before she could stop it. She felt him register the sound. His hand did not leave.
After another minute she reached up covered his fingers with her own and guided them lower down the side of her neck across the wet skin of her shoulder under the thin strap of the nightshirt. She moved his hand until his palm rested over the full heavy curve of her breast. The cotton was already transparent with sweat. Her nipple tightened against his skin.
“Only this,” she breathed. “Nothing that makes noise.”
Arnav’s breath changed. He cupped her properly thumb brushing the stiffened peak through the wet fabric. Divya’s thighs shifted on the stool. She opened them a fraction without meaning to then closed them again then opened them once more. Fear and eagerness lived in the same small movement.
When he slipped his fingers under the neckline and found bare skin she let him. His palm closed around the soft weight. He rolled her nipple between finger and thumb. A thin shaky “hh ahh…” escaped her. She bit her lip hard eyes fixed on the dark street below.
Her free hand moved. She found the front of his trousers measured the thick shape of him and squeezed. He made a low sound in his throat. She squeezed again slower then dragged her palm along the length through the cloth.
“Don’t,” she whispered even as her hand kept moving. “If she comes upstairs…”
“Then tell me to stop.”
She didn’t.
He shifted closer. His other hand slid up the outside of her bare thigh under the hem of the nightshirt. She opened her knees. His fingers found the damp cotton of her panties then slipped beneath. She was already slick. Two fingers pressed into her with a soft wet shlick.
“Nnnh fuck…”
The sound was small but clear. She froze listening. From the street her mother’s voice rose again. Divya’s walls clenched around his fingers in pure fear. At the same time her hand on him tightened and began to stroke in short urgent pulls.
He leaned in and pressed his mouth to the side of her neck muffling any noise against his skin. His fingers worked deeper. She moved her hips in small controlled circles riding the exact pressure she needed while her fist worked him through the fabric. Wet sounds rose between them the soft shlick shlick of his fingers inside her the quieter friction of her hand on him.
“Quiet,” she breathed against his shoulder. “You have to keep me quiet… nnn like that… don’t stop…”
Her mother’s voice called her name closer this time.
Both of them froze for half a second. His fingers stayed buried. Her hand stayed locked around him. Then she started moving again faster fear making every stroke sharper.
“I’m close,” she whispered voice shaking. “Don’t you dare stop… hh ahh… I’m…”
He curled his fingers and rubbed the swollen spot inside her with short precise strokes. At the same moment her hand tightened and jerked him harder. The climax hit them together.
Divya bit down on the muscle of his shoulder to kill the sound. A long broken “nnnnh ff…” vibrated against his skin as her body clamped and fluttered around his fingers. Warm wetness flooded his hand and ran down her thigh onto the plastic stool. At the same instant he finished with a choked almost silent groan pulsing hard against her fist. She kept stroking him through it milking every pulse the same way her body milked his fingers until both of them were trembling and spent.
For a few long seconds neither moved. His fingers were still inside her. Her hand was still on him. The night air felt no cooler. Their breathing stayed shallow and shared against each other’s skin.
Then the footsteps on the stairs paused. Her mother had turned back to speak to someone below. The voices drifted farther again and stayed distant.
Divya’s breath came fast against his neck. She felt the thick shape of him still hard under her palm even after he had finished. Need still burned low in her belly. She looked at the dark gap between the buildings then back at him. Her fingers tightened once more around him.
“Not enough,” she whispered. “Come inside. The room. Now.”
She rose first careful not to scbang the stool. He followed her through the open window into the stifling black of her bedroom. The door stayed closed. Only the faintest light from the street reached the far wall. She pulled him down onto the thin mattress. Her bare thighs settled warm against his skin as she straddled his hips. Her hand freed him from the open trousers and guided the thick head between her soft folds.
She sank down slow and felt every thick nerved inch stretch her open the heavy length filling her until she was seated fully on him.
Mmmph… ahhh…
He felt the wet heat of her pussy swallow him the smooth soft skin still carrying the faint clean smell of a week back shaved mixed with the warm slick scent of her arousal. Her bare folds hugged his shaft tight as she began to rock.
Uunnhh… nnngh…
She rose and dropped again taking him deeper each time. The thick nerved length rubbed hard inside her and she felt it pulse against her walls. Wet soft sounds rose between them the fleshy slide of her shaved pussy moving up and down his cock.
Ahhh fuck… mmm yes…
He gripped her hips and thrust up to meet her driving the full length in hard. She gasped and rolled her hips grinding down so the thick base pressed against her. The heat of her pussy soaked him completely and the soft shaved scent filled his nose every time she leaned close.
Nnngh… ohhh… mmmph…
Their bodies moved in a careful rhythm the mattress barely shifting. Slick wet strokes kept going the soft fleshy sounds of her bare pussy taking every thick inch. She felt him swell thicker inside her and her walls fluttered around the nerved length.
Ahhh… deeper… unngh…
He groaned low against her shoulder and pushed up hard burying himself to the root. She felt the first heavy pulse of his release shoot deep the hot thick spurts flooding her while her pussy clenched and milked him. More pulses followed filling her full as she kept rocking through it.
Mmm… ahhh fuck yes… nnngh…
He felt her heat and that soft shaved scent all around his cock while he emptied every drop inside her. Wet soft panting filled the dark room. She stayed seated on him her walls still pulsing around the thick nerved length the warm mess of his release already beginning to leak slowly between them as their breaths stayed mixed and heavy.
They remained joined a little longer. She felt the slow drip of him running down her inner thigh and pooling against the mattress. The thick smell of sex and sweat and the clean faint trace of her week back shaved skin hung heavy in the still air around their bodies. Neither spoke. The only sound was their slowing breath and the soft wet shift of her pussy still holding him.
Footsteps started up the stairs again.
“Divya? The power still hasn’t come? I’m coming up…”
Panic cut through the afterglow. Arnav pulled free with a wet sound. Divya yanked the nightshirt down and pressed her thighs together. Milk warm wetness continued to leak out of her she could feel it sliding further down. The smell of sex and sweat was sudden and thick in the stagnant air thicker now that they had separated.
Arnav was already moving. He stepped back through the window and over the railing without a single scbang of metal vanishing into the dark of his own balcony as if he had never been there.
The bedroom door opened. Her mother stood in the doorway holding a candle. The weak flame did not reach the far side of the room clearly. Divya sat very still on the edge of the mattress nightshirt clinging to her breasts thighs pressed tight the wet evidence hidden by darkness.
Her mother sniffed once then again deeper.
“Why does it smell so strange in here? Like… something sweet and sweaty and… close.”
“The heat,” Divya said. Her voice was almost steady. “Everything smells in this heat.”
Her mother stepped closer candle raised. The light still wasn’t enough to show the wet shine on Divya’s inner thighs or the way the nightshirt stuck to one breast in the exact shape of a hand. She only saw her daughter sitting in the dark flushed and quiet.
“Come inside properly. It’s not safe with the windows open when it’s this black.”
Divya stood. Her legs felt unsteady. As she walked past her mother the smell moved with her stronger now the warm leak still seeping between her pressed thighs. She kept her face turned away and went straight to the bathroom locked the door and sat on the closed toilet lid. Her thighs stayed wet. His release continued to drip slow and warm out of her. The thick scent of what they had done clung to her skin and the nightshirt and refused to fade.
Outside the lane remained dark. Somewhere across the gap Arnav was silent.
The relief in her body was real.
The knowledge of what she had just done and how close it had come to being seen sat beside it and refused to leave.
They were no longer separate.