It was difficult to find a room in the new city after I moved to Kolkata. I couldn’t afford the good places with my modest income, and the cheap places did not want bachelors staying there. Finally, I found the perfect place.
A couple had a house that was a little too big for their requirements, and wanted to put a portion on rent. The landlord, about 40, was also from an it background and so took pity on my situation and rented me the room.
The guy, his wife and their 2-year-old son used to live there. The first time I met the wife, she looked pretty normal draped in a saree with her kid in her lap, a very homely figure. I used to pass her every day when I went out and we used to exchange smiles. I would always be in a hurry so never really took much notice of her, until one day.
There was a shared dining area which I rarely used as I used to have food in the office canteen.
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One day the family were hosting a party with the office friends. I came home late that day and I couldn’t find dinner in the office canteen.
On arriving home, I went to ask the landlord for good food places so that I could order in.
As soon as I went to the common dinning area, my eyes were struck by the beauty that stood before me.
I had never seen her like this before. She looked so gorgeous, so young, barely 30. She had a red semi-transparent saree draped over her that barely managed to hide her skin which was glowing. Her black blouse under the saree was visible, and so was the ample cleavage. The saree wrapped around low on her waist exposed the little muffin top on her belly. Her slender arms and shapely ass complimented her whole look. And her lips in red were like a cherry on the top of a cake. I couldn’t take my eyes away from her and maybe I stared at her for a little too long.
When I regained my senses I saw her looking at me and smiling.
I asked her “Neha, do you know any good food places where I can order some dinner?”.
She said they had enough left over from the party and I was more than welcome to have some. So I agreed and freshened up and sat down at the table.
She had changed into her usual home clothes as well but I couldn’t get her ravishing hot and sexy image out of my head.
As I sat at the table and she served me food, I kept on checking her out. My eyes moved from her eyes down to her thighs and back up, following every inch of her, the curves and the bulges, wondering if I’d get to see more of them some day. I think she might have noticed me checking her out like that as she was smiling and blushing too.
Over dinner, we started to chit-chat. I asked her what the party was for and she told me it was because her husband was promoted and was moving to Dubai for a couple of years. While she said that with enthusiasm and a smile on her face.
I could feel her pain but My dirty mind kept thinking maybe this will give me a chance to explore her the way I want to……………
I kept my hand softly on hers and looked into her eyes. I wanted to let her know that I’ll be there even when her husband is gone to a foreign country.
From that day onward I waited for the day of her husband’s departure.
It came after a week and a half,
and finally one day, when I came back from work, it was just me and Neha in the house. I wanted to get close to her.
I went to the common dining area and called her, she came out a little teary eyed. She was dressed in a pretty saree which meant she had just gotten back from the airport just a while back and was missing her husband.
I went close to her and kept my hands on her shoulder trying to console her, and before I knew it she was hugging me and crying. I hugged her back, as tightly as I could, and held her like that till she stopped crying.
I could feel her soft boobs pressed against mine. I could feel her skin on her back as I patted her back while she cried.
I could feel her waist, just the right amount of fat to make her so attractive. I could smell her, the smell of perfume and sweat on her neck as I breathed close to her ears. I could hear her sob, her boobs moving against my chest as she kept on crying.
While I kept feeling her with all my senses, I got a full erection. I was in my pyjamas without any inners, so she must have felt it press against her. We kept hugging for a few minutes after she stopped crying.
I could feel her wriggle slightly, aware of my erection. I could feel her hands roll down my back close to my ass, wanting to pull me closer. I kept hugging her tight, holding her close to me, pressed against me, breathing heavily on her neck, my lips really close to her earlobes.
She suddenly became aware of the situation, took her hands off me and we had to part from the hug. She stood there for a few moments, looking at the ground, and then went into her room and locked it. I stood there for a few moments, with a full erection, before returning to my room.
While I kept feeling her with all my senses, I got a full erection. I was in my pyjamas without any inners, so she must have felt it press against her. We kept hugging for a few minutes after she stopped crying. I could feel her wriggle slightly, aware of my erection. I could feel her hands roll down my back close to my ass, wanting to pull me closer. I kept hugging her tight, holding her close to me, pressed against me, breathing heavily on her neck, my lips really close to her earlobes. She suddenly became aware of the situation, took her hands off me and we had to part from the hug. She stood there for a few moments, looking at the ground, and then went into her room and locked it. I stood there for a few moments, with a full erection, before returning to my room.
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That night I couldn’t sleep. I did not even jerk off. I just kept wondering what just happened. Here I was, in a house with a beautiful lady. Her husband has left her alone with me for at least an year, and on the very first day our encounter took an erotic turn.
Was it really happening?
The next morning, I made sure I was out of the house before Neha even woke up so that I did not have to face her. I still could feel her hands on my back, her fingers rolling right above my ass. I could feel her face resting on my chest. I could feel her boobs pressed against mine. Every time I thought about it I got a raging hard-on.
All day I could think of nothing else. I made sure I was coming home late so that Neha would be sleeping. To my surprise, when I walked into the house, I saw her sitting on the dining table staring at the wall. It looked like she had been crying all day, her eyes puffed up. I couldn’t help but go and sit beside her.
Her hands were laid in front of her on the table, long fingers with nicely trimmed fingernails. I put my hand over hers and held it in a reassuring way. I think she was getting comfortable with the idea of me being there for her when her husband was away.
She leaned her head against my shoulder. We sat there for a while like that, as I slowly put my hand on her shoulder. In my mind, there was a great dilemma. If I pull her towards me, will that be considered as an act of perversion, me taking advantage of her? I had to hold her, however, and as my arm went over her shoulder, she hid her face in my chest and hugged me loosely.
We were sitting side by side, and I just stayed like that, for as long as I remember. I loved having her so close to me. My hand on her shoulder, touching the skin on her neck, holding her hand.
I started getting an erection again, and I think she saw it and chose to ignore it.
I sat there for God knows how long, before I thought I should get up and move to my room. I was getting more and more turned on every moment I spent like that with her in my embrace. I stood up, my hand still on her shoulder.
She stood up with me too, and we hugged again, tighter than the night before. I did not hold back this time, and I hugged her really tight, pressing her right into me.
I could feel her boobs smashed against my chest. I realized she wasn’t wearing any bra, which turned me on even more. My hand moved to her waist and later to her ass. I cupped her ass cheeks and pulled her close to me, making sure she could feel my hard-on. She neither resisted nor moaned in appreciation. She just stood there, hugging me, her arms around my waist and her face hid in my chest.
I kept on squeezing her ass, slowly pushing her against the wall, pinning her. I could feel her thigh muscles tighten as my hands ventured into her ass crack. I kept on squeezing her ass, realizing she wasn’t wearing any underwear either. I got really excited and moved both my hands down to her ass and pulled her even closer. I squeezed her ass really hard and I could see she was enjoying it.
Her hands started moving on my back as well, trying to pull me into her, trying to feel my hard-closer to her crotch. Unlike yesterday night, I had a jeans and inners, so the hard-on was not so apparent. I think she wanted to feel more of it. I got lost in the moment. I went down to her neck and bit her there. She moaned a little in pain, but her hands were still on my ass pulling me in. I started nibbling on her neck as I played with her ass.
She was wearing a gown, and I started rolling it up so that I could touch her skin. So that I could feel her bare ass in my hand, her soft, plump and sexy ass cheeks in my rough and strong hands. As the gown was just coming over her ass, I kissed her lips.
And that was it. She stopped. She took her hands off me, and I stood there stunned for a second before I took my hands off her as well. She ran into her room and locked herself inside once more, as I stood in the dining area, with a hard-on, stranded, for two nights in a row.
I was utterly confused by the situation. My young Indian landlady Neha was giving me all these signals like she needed and wanted to make love to me. However, Neha was not going ahead with it.
Maybe she thought it is too early or maybe she was scared of the society. I stood there as all these thoughts kept rushing through my head.
Then I went out for a smoke at the middle of the night and walked around a little, without finding a single shop open.
When I came back, I found her sitting at the dining table, looking worried. As I entered the room, she got up and was about to leave.
I asked her why she was up this late.
She said she was worried about me and thought I got angry and left.
I explained to her saying that I went out for a smoke and couldn’t find any. She told me that her husband smokes occasionally and there might be a few cigarettes in the room.
Neha asked me to follow her into their part of the house and into their room. She looked around for a while as I sat on the bed waiting for her get the cigarettes.
She then handed me half pack of cigarettes along with a matchbox. I thought of trying out my luck and rather than getting up and leaving, I sat there on her bed and lit one.
She did not seem to mind and sat down beside me, a bit too close to me.
As I took a few puffs, I could feel my elbows touch her soft and smooth skin. She was looking at me smoke and smiling lightly.
I asked her why she was smiling.
She said the way I smoked reminded her of her husband. Saying this, she smiled again.
Neha kept on saying that a lot of other things about me reminded her of her husband.
I nudged her slightly, asking her what else.
She remained silent for a while and looked down.
I assumed she felt a little shy.
Neha then continued, “The way you held my hand, the way you hugged me, the way your hands moved on my back, and…” She couldn’t go on. She was blushing and smiling. I held her face with both my hands and turned her to face me. She was blushing red.
I asked, “And?”.
Neha just smiled. I couldn’t hold myself back anymore and I moved closer and kissed her lips. I felt her soft, petite, juicy lips on mine. Her lips parted a little as I explored her. My hands started moving all over her.
We were already on the bed. I pushed her down on the bed and laid lightly on top of her, one hand on her bare waist and the other still caressing her face. It was a long and deep romantic kiss.
At the same time, my hand moved from her waist gently up to her boobs as I kept pressing them over her thin gown. They were so soft, and this time my hot landlady moaned in appreciation.
I undressed her in a moment, pulling her gown over her head. And there she was, in all her natural glory.
My hands moved all over her as I kept kissing her. My kisses moved from her face, down her neck to her boobs as my hand moved to her waist and down to her thighs. I was feeling her smooth skin with my fingertips. My teeth left marks all over her body.
Neha was moaning, twisting and squirming under me, pulling me further into her as my teeth bit her hard nipples. My hand found its way between her thighs, only to find her soaking wet pussy. I undressed as well and pinned her down on the bed.
I started finger fucking her, kissing her all over and teasing her with my tongue. Then I went down on her, licking and kissing her thighs.
My hands kept playing with her boobs, squeezing them hard. I pushed my tongue in her and started moving it in and out of her. My fingers played with her nipples as my tongue moved in circles inside her. She came, right on my face, and I kept on going, moving my tongue in her before she was wet and ready to come again.
I pulled her legs up on my shoulder and slammed into her. Neha let out a small scream as I started moving in her, hard and deep. My hands reached over and started playing with her boobs as I kept pounding her. I went fast, then paused and then moved slow.
Then I grinded inside her as I leaned over and bit her boobs, hard.
Neha was moaning loudly now. The louder she moaned, the more turned on I got and the harder I fucked her. She was moving under me as I kept on going harder, deeper and faster in her.
After a while, we both came.
Then I lay down beside her, lit another cigarette, and thought about what I had just done. As I laid there smoking, she turned towards me, hugged me, and eventually, we both cuddled and slept.
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From then onward, I and Neha used to cuddle and have fun a lot inside the house but never went out together.
This went on till her husband came back after 02 years.
Then we mutually decided it had to end like every good thing.
So I moved to a different house in a different neighbourhood in the other part of the city to avoid any accidental complications.
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