Sex With Beautiful Muslim Neighbour Anjum
Hi, I am Sanjay, 26 years old, muscular body (I workout 5 times a week) with a height of 5 ft 9 inches. I got lucky with many beautiful girls while I was studying in college. I had 5 relations back then. Coming to the story, it was at the time when I completed my B.Tech and returned home with an idea to prepare for GRE in a passion to go to the USA and pursue higher studies. We live in govt quarters built around a big area as my father works as an executive in a govt company. Those were the boring days of life and days passed on without any idea. The adjacent house was empty and there was no one to even spend my time without getting bored. I made it a habit to visit the gym and build some body during that time. One such day, there were some noises of people talking from the neighbourhood. To my surprise, it was my new neighbours who came to inspect the quarter allocated to them. They were a muslim family comprising of an uncle, aunty and their daughter with one kid. My lusty eyes fell on their muslim daughter Anjum (I came to know her name later) who was so beautiful with perfect body shape. I can still remember she wore a maroon Punjabi dress which made her look even fair and hot by exposing her perfect curves. Anjum was so beautiful with a lusty pair of eyes, perfect boobs size and long hair. In one word, she was a combo of perfect assets. The neighbour aunty and uncle visited our house to enquire about the surroundings and also as an act to be friendly with their neighbours. My mother served them tea. They inquired about my studies and they were quite impressed with my academics too as I was an A-grade student passing out from a prestigious college. They even saw our house as they would get an idea to design their house and uncle got impressed with my gym equipment which I used to maintain in a separate room so that I can workout at home. During this conversation, I often looked at my neighbour Anjum and we shared a smile and had eye contact many times. As the elders were talking, I started talking with Anjum’s 4-year-old kid Rehan. We became good friends. They left our house and said that they will be coming to their new house in the coming week hearing which made me so happy. I was eagerly waiting for the day and the day came. I helped with unloading the lorry and arranged everything in their home. After completing the whole work, the uncle asked me to have a cup of coffee before leaving. I accepted. We were talking and it was Anjum walking from the kitchen to give me a coffee. She didn’t wear dupatta to cover her and I could see her curvy figure which gave me a hard erection. In addition to this, my muslim neighbour bent a little while offering me coffee and gave me an evil smile while I was watching her cleavage which even made me mad. That was the moment I developed a strong feeling to fuck Anjum. I used to visit their home in the pretext of playing with Rehan and sometimes teaching him alphabets and small words as he was a nursery kid. We used to exchange smiles and eye contact so often which used to turn me horny. Our homes had ample space to play games. We have a front yard and back yard, we grow plants in the garden, and water them every morning and evening. Soon our families became close. One day, my mother told us that Anjum was a divorcee and she had bad experiences as her husband used to be psychopath torturing her for every little mistake. Although Anjum was close to me, I never had an idea that she had such a disastrous married life. She was such breathtaking beauty. Soon my emotions got into a mix of pity and lust. One day, out of curiosity, I asked her about this and she literally cried telling all those horrible past experiences she went through. In an act of consoling her, I wiped my neighbour’s tears and consoled her not to feel bad. She became even close to me and used to ask about my relationship, hobbies, and friends. One day, I heard uncle shouting loud and it was on Anjum for leaving her husband for which she was crying. The kid was crying with her too. I calmed down uncle, asked aunty to look after Rehan and took Anjum to the nearby park which was at a walkable distance. Anjum couldn’t stop crying and I tried consoling her. She suddenly fell on my shoulders and I was shocked. I rolled over my hands on her shoulder and was consoling her. We were sitting on a bench and eventually it got us into a hug. I was feeling so happy that a beautiful lady is my arms seeking some love and care. The park was empty as it was winter and around 8 pm. I was feeling the hormonal surge throughout my body and in between that, I kissed on her forehead while saying everything will be ok. Anjum suddenly left me hugging and gave me a surprised look. Silence prevailed for a minute. Anjum was looking down, brushing her hair over ears with her fingers which once I read was a sign that women likes a man. Out of fear and anxiety, I gave a kiss on her cheek for which she was unresponsive. I saw a light smile on her face after I did that. Taking advantage of that, I rolled my hand over my muslim neighbour’s neck to move her hair and started kissing on her neck to which she shivered. I started chewing her neck area behind her ears and cheeks. Anjum was shivering and slowly she started responding, placing her hand on me and brushing my hair gently. Pulling me towards her, she gave a deep kiss on my lips. I placed my hand on her hips and our lips were exploring each other’s deeply with silent moans which we give while we run out of breath. I was pressing her hips and my hands started running over her boobs. I pressed them with the dress and bra on. She was moaning a bit loud now. Our body heat had reached the peak and we were kissing madly. I was kissing her neck in between which she was enjoying.