Lockdown With A Young Neighbour Girl In Mumbai
Day 1 of the lockdown happened without warning. She rang the doorbell 5 times to wake me up. As I groggily opened the door in my track pants and t-shirt, she was standing in her usual immaculate style. Almost perfect figure, neatly dressed in a white churidar and yellow kurta. Her big black eyes were rimmed with kajal, thick silky hair in a loose braid till mid-back, perfect lips with only lipgloss, simple rings in her ears and a smooth complexion that closely matched the golden color. She was quite tall, almost 5 feet 7 but maintained herself like a college girl, probably because she was a vegetarian I thought, remembering her name: Deeksha. “Mom left parathas for you guys,” she said, handing me a Milton box. “Oh and Karthik, If you missed the morning news, today is Mumbai lockdown,” she added. It took me a while to register the details. Our city was under curfew because of some epidemic. My flatmate was out in Bangalore with his family, so I just ate like a hog and finished all 6 parathas in the next hour. When I checked my email, I was not required at my bank till further notice. Nice, I thought, a much needed break after 2 years of working alone, even short holidays never felt like vacation, always packing and planning to travel back and forth. After MBA this is my first job, and it hardly matters that I’m out of state or spending 70% salary on rent for this two-bedroom flat in Andheri, I’m just lucky to have this job. Since childhood, I had invested my time and energy in playing cricket, ending up with a great physique, 5 feet 11 with a V shape body, yet nothing to show in academics. I decided not to shave, after all, the stubble looked good on my cheeks. After I had showered, I changed to shorts and a half sleeves shirt, then went back to return the box. She looked worried. “Is everything fine?”, I asked curiously. “Ya all good,”, parents are stuck in Shirdi, they can’t travel back to Mumbai so they’re going to my mama’s place in Nasik.” “Ok, ya, they can come back tomorrow, there’s a direct flight from Nasik, even Mohan is stuck in Bangalore,” I said referring to my flatmate. I had known Deeksha for 2 years, more like, had a crush on her. But any interest would have never worked out. She is maybe 5 years younger, just graduated from B Com, is North Indian, I am from the south, and most importantly she wanted to go abroad for studies. Still no chance I thought to myself, and turned back when she offered me tea. “What will you eat at night?” she asked while making tea. “Haven’t thought yet. Maybe Maggie”, I said. She told me to come and get chapati with Aloo curry. I thanked her and left. I totally forgot about the dinner offer, got drunk and slept after failing to find Maggi. Day 2 – the curfew was extended for 14 days, this time I got the news myself from TV. Groggily I knocked on the opposite flat door to see if I can get any Maggi or anything basically. She was in shorts and a sleeveless tank top, giving me an electric shock. I was trying to think clearly. Is it the same person! The babe in front had smoothly waxed legs and arms. She said to come inside and close the door. Then she told me to go down to the kirana shop across the road from our building and bring some stuff that she ordered already. “If you want to get food, you have to come on time and if you get drunk, then stay at home,” she ordered in her usual commanding manner. She was looking so nice for the first time, with her hair open, hanging till her waist. I could see the outline of her firm breasts which didn’t need any cups to hold them in place. As she turned around to give me leftovers, she took her hair with the left hand and moved it to front, exposing her sexy neck. Wow! I thought to myself and noticed the lack of any bra straps, confirming my theory that she didn’t need any bra to hold up her tits. I got a strong erection and excused myself quickly. Slowly, we got more friendly the next day. She came to my flat and made me clean up everything. I got more and more erections looking at her exposed legs in shorts and skirts. Whenever I got a chance, I would rub against her. Once I put the remote on her thigh and she didn’t say anything. I got bolder and put my head against her shoulder and slept in the sofa. I could feel her silky hair and soft boob. I could smell her intoxicating body smell and somehow controlled myself. Day 3 All India lockdown happened as we were having breakfast. Her parents called to let her know they were safe in the bungalow in Nasik. My parents asked me to stay safe and eat at home, as if there were choices. Only 20 more days, I thought suddenly realizing that my friendship with Deeksha would end soon. I rubbed my wet hair from the shower I had earlier. My front hair had grown past eyebrows and started messing with my eyelashes. “Deeksha, can you cut my front hair?” I asked. Surprisingly she got excited,”Come here, let me do your full haircut.” She said, “I took beautician classes before getting bored and dropping out.” She rejected my bathroom scissor and brought her haircut set from her flat. I sat facing the tv and she started cutting. She pulled my hair section by section and trimmed it with scissors. Her long fingers and soft hands felt wonderful around my face. I could feel her boobs touching my shoulder as she bent over me, giving me a solid erection. Again, as she moved to the sideburns, her t-shirt was hanging yo once side giving me a clear view of entire cleavage at first and then a glimpse of her reddish-brown nipples inside the loose grey t-shirt. My haircut was done but she was not done yet. She made me bend forward in the bathroom sink and shampooed my head. As I was washing the last bit of soap from my face, I bumped against her to feel her amazing soft body but she didn’t object about anything even though she must’ve felt my dick through my shorts.