Rakhi Ki Katha
He was seeing her through his window, standing leaning against the verandah wall she was looking down calling her 6-year-old son to have his evening breakfast. Rahul had rented a one bhk flat in this old building recently. His antics with previous society girls caused his landlord to ask him to vacate the old apartment. Rahul was 24 years old with sexual energy flowing high, his handsome looks did help him make girls go week in their knees for him. He had also eyed a couple of girls in his office but didn’t want to risk his job. He did not want a girlfriend for now but wanted to fulfill his sexual desires. He always wanted to have an affair with a married woman, this fantasy gave him a kick and wanted to tick it off his bucket list. Rakhi lived on the same floor as him and her figure had caught Rahul’s attention. Rakhi was in her early thirties with a curvy figure slightly dusky skin tone, a 34 C boob size gave her figure any guy would go crazy for. But her curvy ass was what had caught Rahul’s mind he wanted to dig his teeth into it. They had went pass each other in the building many times, smiled too but had never talked. Rahul was waiting to get introduced to her so he could start working his charm over her but in a fairly crowded society, he found it hard to talk to her without coming to the attention of people. Rahul had stayed home today as he was bored working on the same spreadsheets every day. The ever-bustling building would be very quiet in the afternoon as all the men went out to work and children would be in school. Thudd!! A tennis ball had entered from Rahul’s house window breaking a vase on his table and broke his sleep. Rahul picked up the ball and opened the door to see who it was. He thought it was the kids and had decided to scold them, what he saw surprised him as it was Rakhi that was approaching his house. “Sorry! Sorry!! She said it was by mistake that the ball entered your house. I was just playing with my son and the ball slipped from my hand.” Her face was apologetic, what Rahul was seeing was at her luscious lips and the amazing view of her slender neck and her tender yet big enough boobs slightly plunging out of her tight Punjabi dress top. “Oh fuck, she realized she had not covered it with her dupatta which was in her home.” Instinctively her left hand went up to cover her cleavage. Though in her home clothes her figure and Rahul’s imagination had caused a bulge in is track pants. “It’s ok,” said Rahul (In is thoughts he was thanking God for this opportunity). She saw from the door the pieces of a broken vase in Rahul’s house. “Ohh! She exclaimed sorry for this I will pay for your loss.” As Rahul moved behind she entered the house to look if anything else had broken. Rahul’s said it’s absolutely fine it was an old vase, but she persisted that he let her know the amount and she can pay the same. Rahul took the opportunity to ask her to bring him homemade lunch as he was hungry and bored of having outside food to cover the loss. She said ok and went home to bring him some lunch. She bought a delicious hot lunch for him, this time wearing a dupatta. She gave him the thali and was to leave when Rahul said “why don’t you sit with me. We can chit chat”. She was hesitant but didn’t say no. Her nervousness later diluted with Rahul’s charming behavior she got comfortable and was enjoying a young boys company. Rahul wanted to know about her so he kept the conversation around her. Her husband was a busy person and the marriage had matured. She kept herself busy with her son and his activities. Rahul got from her tone and talks that she was a lonely person. He asked whether he could be her friend to which she neither denied nor agreed as she got where this new friendship is going. In her thoughts, she was already drawn to Rahul but her marriage was what she was thinking about. She was thinking about the consequences of such an affair. But in reality a marriage which was just mechanical and husband who gave her no attention was making her life miserable. She was longing for sex. Her thoughts about sex made her pussy wet. Her son was sleeping in his bedroom. She locked his door and went to her bedroom undressed herself and was looking her voluptuous body in the mirror. She started thinking about her young neighbor. She laid on the bed naked and started feeling her body. Lightly grazing her nipples which had turned rock hard. She pinched them “aahhh!!” came her moan, her left hand went towards her pussy whilst she was pressing her boob with her right hand she was rubbing her pussy with left. She felt something weird as though she someone was watching her. She looked at her bedroom door and to her horror Rahul was standing there. She was shocked and instinctively her hands tried to cover her body but all in vain. She found a bedsheet to cover her and screamed at Rahul “How can you come here without my permission” He said the main door was open I came to return the plates. She said, “You should have knocked” “he said, “I did thrice, when no one answered I came in.” His was looking at her with still lust in his eyes. He said, “I can satisfy your thirst for sex.” She was taken aback by his boldness. She said I am married I cannot do this you should leave. He said I have been lusting for you for long and you seem to be longing for it too. No one will ever know. She took her face to another side not looking at Rahul. Rahul caught her weak moment and moved towards her bed sat and roughly held her by hair moved her face towards him and started kissing her. She was trying to push Rahul away but Rahul was determined slowly she gave in to the needs of her body. Rahul lay her down and undressed himself. She was looking at him getting undressed, not able to gather her thoughts just being a slave to her bodily needs her itching pussy, her thirsty lips, her breasts missing a man’s touch.