CR Park Villa – Chapter 2 (A Trim And a Quickie)

CR Park Villa - Chapter 2 (A Trim And a Quickie)
Neelam came out after her shower in a sexy blue salwar with wet hair to serve me lunch. At the dining table, I saw Neelam closely. She was between 5’7” to 5’8”, slim waist, almost flat stomach, silky mid-back hair, and big black eyes. Everything about Neelam is almost perfect. Perfectly shaped dark eyebrows, long eyelashes, sharp lip liner, because she had her lips tattooed. “Manoj told me you are going to stay with us till you graduate. Where is your college?” asked Neelam. Yes bhabi, also, I can’t come for Manoj and your wedding because of exams. The college is in Sarojini Nagar, “Do you know?” “Oh no, I went to college in Faridabad,” Neelam’s voice was very feminine and sexy. I want to keep listening to her. How did Manoj bhaiyya meet you? Neelam smiled, “My mother-in-law found me for him. We are very distant relatives. That’s why Ritu bhabi is also my bhabi.” I never sat at any dining table for more than 5 minutes. This beauty could make any man stick to his seat! Bhabi you look younger than Manoj bhaiyya. Neelam made her eyes bigger, “You want to ask my age?” Then I smiled, it’s ok, I’m 23, finished my MA last year. I was thinking, holy fuck! How did that Manoj bhaiyya get this hot, young babe at 30 with his soft skills? Maybe money is everything. I scanned every part of her body, long fingers, red nail polish; even her feet were pink and sexy. She got a phone call and left. I went back to my room. Three days passed in a flash, Thursday came. I had butterflies in my stomach. I wanted to see Ritu with the barber. So I just went up to her and asked, “Bhabhi, I heard barber is coming home today. Can I get a haircut?” She looked angry, still said, “I’ll call you when he comes. Just stay in your room till my trim is done.” I noticed for the first time her eyes were hazel. She was wearing a short white kurta and three-quarter jeans. Her hair was longer in the back than her kurta, just touching her ass. She had a few subtle red streaks in the back of her long straight hair, making it even sexier. Her thick fringe was parted in the middle and curling inside. The mascara in her eyes and maroon lip color hinted she was getting ready for something. I had to control myself going for a fap. I casually walked towards the staircase to my room and quickly turned into the big kitchen behind the stairs. Ritu and Neelam were talking in the study. Their mother-in-law taught at the school till 3 pm. So she would be away when the fun started. I stood outside listening. “Neelu, why don’t you get a massage and relax today.” Neelam was skeptical, “I’m not sure I want to do the barber.” I wasn’t surprised. These high society ladies talked about fucking the barber as easily as planning to go to the mall. “Ok, well, you need your sideburns trimmed a little, then you can decide about the massage later.” Kishore came in. “Hi Neelam ji, let me take care of you first. Ritu ji is next.” Neelam was wearing a simple brown saree and still looked smoking hot. Her flat white belly was visible. And blouse was a deep cut from the front a back, showing everything and her small cones of tits. She was wearing makeup today and spent time blow-drying her silky smooth black hair. I figured out I could go out of the kitchen door and have a safe spot outside the study window to watch. Kishore made Neelam sit in the computer chair. Ritu bhabi lay on the sofa with her feet up and unzipped her jeans to finger herself. “Can you just shave her sideburns and take them a half cm up?” said Ritu. Kishore wet his fingers and started massaging Neelam’s sideburns. He touched her entire face, brushed her lips a few times, massaged her ears, and rubbed her neck. He put his fingers in her silky hair and loosened it, then took his time to make a loose bun of her hair. Neelam wasn’t saying anything today. She was deciding whether to fuck Kishore or not. Kishore suddenly removed Neelam’s saree pallu with pleats exposing her top and put it in her lap. Now Neelam was only clothed waist down and a small blouse on top. He then removed the blouse so that Neelam was sitting in the bare bra. Kishore lifted Neelam’s arms and applied shaving foam. He then started shaving with the straight razor. Once he was done with both armpits, he washed his razor in the mug and touched up her sideburns. Neelam’s cheeks were smooth and hairless, with very little fuzz under her sideburns. Still, Kishore shaved that half-centimeter with his razor. He then proceeded to do his massage without asking. Slowly he rubbed the tips of Neelam’s breasts over the bra. Then he took off the bra and opened Neelam’s perfect tits. Ritu gasped. She didn’t expect Neelam to have such a perfect pair with pink nipples. Neelam just relaxed as Kishore applied oil to her chest and gently squeezed her nipples. Neelam stood up and removed her saree. She wasn’t wearing anything inside. Her pear-shaped hip and milky legs were perfectly hairless except her small triangular bush that was neatly trimmed. It looked like she had laser treatment done, not needing waxing anymore on her body. Kishore put some foam on her trimmed bush and shaved carefully with the straight razor to reveal a pretty pink pussy. Neelam smiled in pleasure as he showed her pussy in a small mirror. It was too perfect, like it’s been just made with a small slit between two pink lips. Just then, Neelam said, “Ritu, it was the best idea to go for our Barbie trims. Now we don’t have to worry about wearing bikinis.” Oh, that’s what it is, I understood. These bitches had their vagina lips trimmed to look good even when undressed. Neelam stopped Kishore as he was about to insert his finger in her pussy. She picked up her clothes and ran out. Maybe she couldn’t control herself another minute and was still undecided to fuck this guy. Kishore took a deep breath and looked at Ritu.

Ritu’s eyes were glazed with passion. She took off her top and sat in the chair. Kishore took out a flat iron and straightened Ritu’s hair from top to bottom. Once he was satisfied, he took out his trimmer and trimmed the end of the length in a perfectly straight line. I need my sideburns done like Neelam’s, said Ritu. The barber took out his razor and very carefully pulled the sideburns up a little. He then used the dry razor to clean up loose hair on Ritu’s neck and nape area. Once satisfied, he asked, “Ritu, you wanted your nipples done. Tell me when you are ready.” “Ok, baba, just finish my massage, and let’s go before it’s too late.” Ritu bent down on her hands and knees and looked back with her sexy hair hanging on one side. Kishore positioned his cock and inserted it in Ritu’s pussy from behind. He twisted her long hair in his hand and started his strokes. As he increased pace in a few minutes, Ritu started matching his strokes, slapping back on his groin. Kishore increased pace, and Ritu arched her back. She must’ve come. He said something quietly to her. She turned around and started sucking and stroking his cock. Within a few seconds, Kishore shuddered, pulled out of her mouth. He shot his load on Ritu’s face, on her fringe and long hair, last few drops of cum in her cleavage. Ritu rubbed the cum into her boobs. Kishore used his fingers to rub his cum into Ritu’s bangs and hair. Her bangs were stuck inside with cum. Once again, her whole forehead could be seen. “I’ll get someone to do your tits next week,” he said and got up. Ritu picked up her clothes, asked him to clean up. “Oh shit, Monu wanted a haircut. You can’t do it now. It’s too messy. He’ll know what’s going on. I’ll tell you next time, ok?” Kishore cut her off with a deep smooch and his tongue inside, holding her hair on one side. She enjoyed the smooch and gently removed his other hand, holding her right boob. “Mummyji will come. Do you want a second-round? It has to be a quickie.” Kishore held her against the wall and started pumping. He was done in less than 2 minutes, all the time kissing Ritu, sucking out her tongue. At last, Ritu escaped his grip and walked out, after the quickie. I went to the dining room to catch Neelam after her shower, but she wasn’t there. As I started to go upstairs, I could hear my name called, “Monu….” Who’s calling me from the second floor?