Sex Escapade With Reshma
Couple
Submit Report Hi and this is Sunil from Dwarka Delhi,age 28,height 5' 10".This is my real incident that I want to share with you. About a couple of years back, I changed jobs and as a result, moved into an apartment block in Dwarka sector 6, Delhi. Having just joined the company, I was busy learning the ropes. So it was mainly left to my wife to set up the new pad and get to know the neighbors. On a weekend noon, I was busy on my laptop when my wife came around and asked me to lend a helping hand to our next door neighbor. We walked into the neighbor’s flat and my wife guided me towards the kitchen. I saw an old lady desperately trying to fit a regulator on a gas cylinder. I greeted her – she was my neighbor’s maid – and examined the regulator. It was clear that the regulator had jammed and so, I tried to wrench it off the cylinder. Shortly after I began my efforts, a young woman walked into the kitchen and started chatting to my wife. After a minute or so, my wife realized that I hadn’t been introduced to our neighbor and did so. Her name was Reshma and she worked for an investment banking firm in Delhi. After a few minutes, all I had succeeded was in breaking out in a sweat. Reshma perhaps felt awkward for indulging in inane conversation with my wife as I was struggling to help her. She said so much to my wife, walked towards me, stooped down and tried to get the regulator off. As we both kept up our effort, her fingers brushed mine time and again. I was tensed my wife would see this and flip. Luckily, through the corner of my eye, I noticed she had buried herself in a fashion magazine. Within a minute I managed to yank the regulator out. I said a quick bye and returned to my flat, leaving my wife and Reshma to continue their chat. Over the next six months or so, I ran into Reshma over a dozen times, mostly in the elevator or car park. But our conversations hardly progressed beyond exchanging pleasantries. However, all this changed when Reshma came looking for my wife on a Friday morning. As she had a meeting that day, my wife had left earlier than usual. I was working from home that day and so invited Reshma in. We had an extended conversation and covered almost everything under the sun – our likes and dislikes, hobbies, previous relationships, etc. I came to know that though her family had many business interests in Coorg, Reshma had moved to Delhi as she wanted to be on her own. I gathered that she wasn’t close to her family and longed to be in a relationship. But according to her, most men she’d met in Delhi were incapable of looking beyond her tits and ass. I was taken aback by this rather blunt comment. For the first time, I scanned her body and realized she was certainly attractive, that too in a sexual way. At 5 feet 11, she was almost an inch taller than me. She had hazel eyes, milky white skin, nicely rounded breasts, a pert bottom and shoulder length hair. While I was busy feasting my eyes on my nubile neighbor’s body, she kept talking nineteen to the dozen. Suddenly Reshma stopped talking and followed my gaze. During the conversation, her short top had ridden up and I was admiring her pierced navel. I went beetroot as I realized she’d caught me red handed. To make light of the situation, I muttered how I found it unbelievable that guys got stuck with her tits and ass when she had such a tantalising navel. That did the trick as she burst out laughing and we soon resumed our conversation. That Friday proved to be a watershed in our relationship as we soon started swapping text messages. As time progressed, the messages got more and more risqué. Brief meetings at the apartment soon turned exciting and we flirted shamelessly with each other. I spared no opportunity to pass explicit comments on Reshma’s voluptuous body. Though we both knew our relationship had turned lustful, we never made an effort to take things to the next level. But I knew it was just a matter of time before things got out of control as the sexual tension was palpable each time we came face to face. That day arrived when my wife left for her native place. I invited Reshma for lunch that Sunday and ordered her favorite Chinese food. Though we spoke during lunch, the conversation lacked the usual spark – I guess both of us were feeling nervous as we had an inkling of what could happen. The weather was overcast and it soon began drizzling. All through the afternoon, I kept visualizing Reshma’s naked body and what I wanted to do with it. To take my mind off, I offered to make us some hot chocolate and went into the kitchen. When I came out with two steaming mugs of cocoa, I saw her leaning against the window, peering down to see the garden below. She was enjoying the music that I had put on sometime back and her hips were swaying to the rhythm. Her tank top had ridden up at the back, exposing the small of her back. She wore a white Tracie bottom that clung to her body. I could make out her butt cheeks and her ass crack. I crept up behind her and leaned forward to place a mug of coca in her hands. While doing so, I deliberately pushed my crotch against her ass. Her body jerked forward and she turned her head involuntarily. I smiled and she managed a nervous giggle in response. I decided to take my time and started a conversation. We were both now looking out through the window and talking about random stuff. Gradually, I placed my arms on either side of the windowsill and slowly edged my body close to hers. Before long, I had Reshma sandwiched between me and the window. I could smell her perfume and the feeling was exhilarating. I slowly started grinding my crotch against her ass and we continued this for a while. We had stopped talking and I had my eyes closed, taking in the moment. My whole body was itching to feel Reshma’s naked body. I then placed my right hand on her stomach and started caressing it.