23-year-old student introduced me to her neighbour
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Submit Report This happened in Jan. 2020, just prior to the pandemic. Although I currently live in the US, in early 2020 I used to live in Bangalore, in the Whitefield area. When you enter Whitefield from Hope Farm, near Forum Mall, there are a few luxury apartment complexes. This is just prior to Varthur Lake. Coming back to what happened; my family was away for a month, and I lived alone. Although I am 40+, I am lean and athletic. I often noticed a young woman, in her early 20s, living on the same floor of the building. Their front door would often be open. There used to be an older couple with a child, and this young girl. Sometimes she’d steal a glance at me, especially when I’d be returning from a workout, drenched in sweat and sporting a muscular upper body. When I’d look at her, she would look away. Quite shy. She was of medium complexion, about 5 ft 3, quite good-looking. The most noticeable thing about her were her boobs. They were big and shapely. Although she wore kurtas, it was easy to notice the shape. One day she stood in front of the elevator when I came out of it, and next to her stood an older man. When I began to walk towards my apartment, he stopped me. “Sir, do you work at IBM?” He asked. I said, “Yes.” We got to talking. It turns out the 23-year-old was his sister, who was preparing for an IT career in Bangalore, having graduated the previous year. “Would you please help Vaishali prepare?” He asked. I agreed. She smiled at me. We agreed that I’d visit Vaishali in their apartment in the afternoons and help her with interview skills. The first day, I went at 3:00 and stayed for an hour. We covered the basics of IT infrastructure and coding. She wore a white kurta and light green pants. She was quite shy to start with, but as I went the next day and the next, gradually she began to dress more boldly. Once she wore a black and pink top, which was quite tight and showed off her boobs really well. The next day, she wore a kurta with a low neckline. I began to think: “Is this the same shy girl?” But I was shocked one day when Vaishali opened the door to her apartment wearing a tight yellow top and a short white skirt. I couldn’t help looking at her legs, which were exquisitely shaped. I went in. By this time, we were doing advanced interview questions, mainly to do with code debugging. After about 10 minutes, Vaishali interrupted me. “Sorry, Mr. Avi, but I’m having pain here.” She pointed to her left upper thigh area. “I must have sprained something. Can you please help?” I was surprised, but asked, “Sure. Where?” She got up and walked over to the sofa. “Please come here,” she asked. “It is easier if we do it this way.” She sprawled herself on the sofa and again pointed to the top of her left thigh. I sat down next to her. I rubbed outside the skirt. She said, “The material of the skirt is getting in the way. If you don’t mind, can you insert your hand inside my skirt and rub?” I inserted my hand. Her skin felt young and smooth, like it was freshly shaved. I took my hand all the way to the top outside of her left thigh and began to rub. “Is it good?” I asked. “Yes,” she replied. “But it’s not there — it’s a little more to the inside of my thighs.” I was stunned. The inside of her thighs, that high up, would be her pussy! Hesitantly, I slowly brought my hand inside. “A little higher, more.” She asked. I was literally an inch from her pussy. I began rubbing. Suddenly my fingers brushed against something slightly wet. To my complete surprise, it was her pussy, wet, and she wasn’t wearing panties! I looked at her quickly. Would she be upset? No! She was smiling and looking at me intently. “Should I continue?” I asked. “Please do! It feels nice,” she said. I now started rubbing her pussy quite freely and touched her clit a couple of times. She spread her legs wide. She began to moan. “Faster,” she said, breathing heavily. “Please don’t stop now!” Sweat started to form on her face. “Faster, faster!” I kept up a fast pace of rubbing over her clit. After a minute, she shouted, “I’m going to cum! Yes, yes, yesssssss…!” She sighed and grabbed my hand. I stopped. Her eyes were closed, and she smiled blissfully. I prepared to get up. She stopped me. “Mr. Avi,” she said. “I never had this experience before!” “Are you a virgin?” I asked. “Yes,” she nodded. “You mean you’ve never seen a man’s penis?” “No,” she replied. “If you don’t mind, can I see yours? I can see a bulge in your pants!” She laughed. Truly enough, my thick, large cock was standing up in attention. I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down. My dick stood erect. “Oh!” she shouted in delight and hid her face. I took my penis close to her face. Her eyes got bigger. She slowly brought her hand to the tip of my dick and began to rub. Her pressure was just right. She increased her pace. In a minute, I cummed in her hands. She looked at the semen, transfixed. Then she got up and cleaned herself up. She thanked me profusely. “Now I have experienced it all,” she said, smiling. The next day, it got better. When I went into her apartment, there sat a middle-aged lady that I had seen many times walking around the complex. She must be around 45, I guessed, with a fair complexion and pleasant face. I’d noticed her at the grocery shop a few times. She had long hair, with a few gray strands, and a face with large, expressive black eyes and a smile. She wore a cream-colored saree, with a light lipstick on, and no bindi on her forehead. “This is Yamini Aunty,” said Vaishali. “She lives next door. She’s been here since 2018, when her husband passed away from cancer.” “Oh, nice to meet you!” We chit-chatted for a few minutes. There was no mention at all about Vaishali’s interview prep. “Avi ji,” she said.