Losing Virginity To The Neighbor Housewife
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Submit Report Hello All, I am Kiran, a regular reader of this site for the past few years. I am 30, from Bangalore, married for three years. Here I would like to pen down my real life experience how I lost my virginity six years back. It was just the beginning. I just got into my friend’s apartment. They got their posting in Bangalore after the six months training in Mysore. I was staying alone in a PG for the previous three months. Well, it was a good 3 bedroom flat on 6th floor with three balconies and good ventilation. In the flat in the opposite block was residing a family of three – Husband working in some bank, his wife was a house wife and their 7 year old kid. Their kitchen was just opposite to one of our bedroom’s balcony and is hardly 20feet away. One of my friend and I used to sleep in this room. So I used to get chances to see her in kitchen. In the next Monday, I came back from office around 5.30 (my office hours were from 8 to 5, so I used to come home by 5.30 but all my friends after 6.30) in the evening and this lady and the kid were standing in their balcony enjoying the evening and then I happened to open our bedroom door and came out to our balcony. They just looked at me, so I said ‘Hi’. She too responded ‘Hi’. The kid was smiling at me, so I asked what his name was. He replied: ‘My name is Abhishek’. Aap ne idhar naya aadmi he kya..? The lady asked me. My Hindi was not that good, but I managed to reply: ‘Haa ji, mein theen din pahale ithar join kiaya hum..’ ‘Ohh.. Ok’. ‘Mein aapko pahale idhar dekhi hi nahim..’ (My friends were staying there for the previous one month and each one of them used to stare at her regularly.. 🙂 ). ‘Ohh.. Ok’ I replied. ‘Aapka naam kya hai..??’ the lady asked again. ‘Kiran’ I replied. ‘Aur ji, aapka naam..??’ ‘Rekha’ she replied. Then we chatted for some time. She told her husband was working in SBI and they were from north Karnataka. And she asked my details. I told her I was from Kerala and where I was working n all. We stopped after 5 mins. That was the beginning. I could see her clearly from my balcony everyday morning and evening. I used to come out to my balcony every working day morning around 7 to hang by bath towel on the string and she would be in the kitchen doing her works. Initially we used to exchange smiles every day, later I started giving her a salam (placing the right palm on my forehead in a casual manner). She liked it, used to laugh n started giving me back. She was a gorgeous lady. 5 n half a feet tall, fair, round face, good figure with a little oversized breasts (Later she told me that they became big after her son’s birth.. 🙂 ). She was 32. But her husband looked little aged (in his early forties) with grey hairs and I understood that he was always busy with his works as he used to leave by 8 every morning and come back by 7.30 – 8 in the evening. Even after coming home, he used to do paper works sitting in the balcony. He used to be in home only on Sundays. Days were flying away. I used to give her a salam and smile every morning. I was very careful to behave normally when my friends were around. Each one of them had an eye on her. Everyone tried to take her attention by smiling at her, showing their bare upper body etc. She never responded to any of them and never minded me too when my friends were around. So one day I took the courage to ask her the mobile number – not verbally, but by hand signs. She smiled and nodded her head in a negative way. I got disappointed, but continued with Salams and smiles. I asked her again after 3-4 days. The response was same. Then I told by expressions that I would give her my number. She just smiled. I noted down my number on a piece of paper, kept a small stone inside it to make it a small paper ball and planned to throw into her kitchen window. She was signing me, not to do it; but I threw it, unfortunately it hit the window grill and fell down to the ground, 6 floors below. Both of us were scared. I ran into the lift, reached the ground in no time and searched for the paper ball, got it immediately. Then I came back to my balcony and got ready for a throw again. She nodded her head heavily, I didn’t accept that, was getting ready for a perfect throw. All of a sudden, she came, closed her kitchen windows and went back to her work. I felt like getting a slap on face and felt very sad too. That day went like this. Next day morning too, the windows remained closed, but I could see her inside the kitchen through the window glass. Evening too the windows were closed. They were opened on the third day morning. I smiled at her and gave a Salam, she just smiled back, but it was not a full smile. The next 2-3 days it was only smiles and Salams. Then it was a weekend and Monday I decided to try my luck again. As usual, I came back from office at 5.30, went to the balcony, she was there in the kitchen, I smiled and gave a Salam and she too smiled back. I asked for mobile number but she nodded again. I just went inside my room, powered on the laptop, opened a word file, typed in my mobile number in maximum size in two rows and put the word file to full screen mode. I came back to the balcony and showed the laptop to her. She looked at it for few seconds and just smiled. I asked her to call me. She nodded again. I was disappointed. Next day evening again I asked her to call me, but she nodded again. This continued for few more days but she never called neither texted me. I was disappointed and losing interest in her. I stopped spending too much time standing in balcony watching her. I stopped giving Salams too, addressing her was restricted to a smile only. One evening while I was watching TV, around 7.30 I got a SMS from an unknown number. The text was: “Hi, This is Rekha here. Kal subah 11 baje ke baad muche call keejiye. Ye kisi se bathana math, please.