Hey, this is Abhishek. I am from Delhi. This story dates back to the time when I used to live with my parents. I was 23 at that time.
I always had nasty feelings about my neighbours. They were always a sort of family with newborn kids or a very elderly couple. I never had a neighbour who had children of just my age.
So there was this family that shifted into one of the flats. They had a daughter who was 1 year younger than me. Her name was Ritika. My parents invited them for dinner because they were new to this society.
Initially, I wasn’t aware that there were new neighbours and they had a daughter. My mom told me they were having guests for dinner. I just nodded and went back to my room. At 9 pm, she called me for dinner. I went to the table and saw a girl from the back. She had long hair.
As I approached the table, my father introduced me to our neighbours. I greeted them all. I have this habit of twitching my facial muscles when nervous. I knew my muscles were twitching when Ritika’s father was introducing her. I couldn’t believe my neighbours had a beautiful daughter.
She had a dusky complexion, extremely charming features, and looked like a cute damsel. She was attractive in a simple way. Alluring she was. I sat at the dining table, fully conscious. I was overwhelmed with the thoughts of having a pretty lady as my neighbour.
I didn’t want to ruin my impression. So I talked less and focused more on my actions. During the conversation, it arose that she was studying at Delhi University and was in her final year of Bsc Economics. My parents told them briefly about me, my job and all the other stuff.
That is supposed to go between parents in the first meeting. I was trying to project a very calm face. But inside, I was cheering for my parents. ‘Keep up the good work, fellas. Talk more about me until that girl is impressed.’
There is this thing about the boys. Whether single or committed, they like to hear goodie-goodie things about themselves in front of other girls. I couldn’t have a good look at her figure as she was sitting. But when she got up to leave, I was just lost.
It was just perfect. I estimated it to be 34-26-34. Everything was well-shaped. It appeared to me that she used to play sports or do yoga. She just wore a black Henley neck top and sky-blue jeans. The dress was so simple yet captivating. Looked like the clothes were stitched perfectly after keeping them on her body.
That night my mind was focused on striking up a conversation with her without being perceived as desperate. I liked to walk on the terrace in the evening. She also started coming to the terrace. But she came at a time when I was finished and was going down.
We used to give each other a friendly smiles. But no one ever uttered a word. I didn’t want to change the timings of the terrace walk. It would appear that I had changed my schedule just because of her. I wanted to approach slowly and steadily.
The festive season is when you can interact with people in your society. It was Lohri. So all the residents had gathered for the occasion. I was standing in one corner, waiting for the ceremony to get over. After the ceremony, the residents organized a tombola game.
I was standing, and someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around to see. Ritika was there. At first, I was just perplexed. Then I took the ticket and asked her if she wasn’t playing. She showed me her ticket. Her father was the game’s coordinator. Therefore, she distributed the tickets. I took a chair and sat down.
Ritika was looking for a chair to sit down on. I signalled her to sit down beside me. She came and sat beside me. I was trying to keep it subtle. I asked her whether she enjoyed staying in society. She nodded and asked more about me my studies. We both were driving the conversation.
I thought of taking the conversation to the next level. I asked her whether she played any sport or practised yoga. She gave a wicked smile and asked what I meant. I told her she had a very fit body. She laughed a little and said you seem to be very keen. It made me blush a little.
There was a little silence. She told me it was because of yoga that she does daily. Tambola was ending. Ritika asked me whether I was on social media. It occurred to me that if we exchanged handles, we would only be caught in the endless cycle of posting and liking the photographs.
So I played a little smart and told her can we save that for later. She rolled her eyeballs and said, “Woah! I was not expecting that. What are the other options?” I bluntly told her why we didn’t walk on the terrace at the same time. She said it was a brilliant idea.
She told me it was very unconventional, and she liked the idea. Thinking out of the box while pursuing a girl is always good. They like it. I have always preferred face-to-face talks over chatting. So, we started at the same time on the terrace. We both used to enjoy that a lot talking about our daily stuff.
We developed a connection. It was the month of June. The rainy season had just arrived, and some days we had to miss the walk because of the rain. I used to miss her, and the feelings were mutual. By this time, we knew we wanted each other but could not get any initiation or perfect place.
This is reflected in our conversation. One day we had a walk, and suddenly it started raining. I went on to push the terrace door. It didn’t move. It was locked from the other side. Some kid might have done that, or someone might have closed the door thinking no one was on the terrace.
There wasn’t any shed on the terrace. We both got drenched. I called the guard and told him to open the door. He took 5 mins to arrive and open the door. We started walking down the stairs. Ritika suddenly remembered that no one was at home.
Her parents had gone to the marketplace, taking the keys with them. She forgot to take the other keys. My parents had gone to attend an engagement function, and they were expected to be back late. I took her to my place. I told her I could bring a towel for her, or she would catch a cold.
She was looking too hot in that wet hair. Her clothes were stuck to her skin. Her curves were just visible, and it diverted my mind. I was standing there and watching her dry her hair. It was just mesmerizing. I could stand there and watch her for hours.
But I didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable. I asked her whether she wanted something else. She told me she needed to dry her clothes. I told her she could use the dryer. Directed her to the balcony. I went into my room to change. As I was changing, I heard a knock on my door.
I asked her what the matter was. She said the drying machine was stuck and was making a sound. I told her I would come in a minute. I hadn’t changed and needed time. She was knocking frantically. I had to open the door. I was just in my bottoms and shirtless. She had wrapped a towel around herself.
Her hair was loose. We both stood there for some seconds, watching each other. She was seeing me shirtless for the first time. I was looking at her bare skin, shining due to drops of water. I just remembered about the dryer. So what is that thing which couldn’t wait?
She took me to the balcony. I readjusted the controls and turned around. She was standing there right behind me. We were close. It just created a moment. I was looking into her eyes, and she was looking at mine. I nervously leaned in for a kiss. She also moved forward.
Our lips touched. It was a small peck. Those tender lips of hers were heavenly. Just heavenly it was. We both were feeling cold because of the rain moments ago. But now, there was some heat building within us. That intense heat. After that small peck, we again started kissing with more passion.
I couldn’t get enough of those lips. Nor she seemed to be done. I started gliding my hand over her hips. They were just firm and round. The wonders of yoga, you know. I started kissing her neck, and she let out soft moans. I wanted to tease her before she started begging for it.
Both of us appeared to know how to kiss and were good at foreplay. I had some encounters in the past. I turned her around now her back was touching my chest. I kissed her bare shoulders. My hand were holding her waist tightly. Her perfectly round butts rested against my dick.
It started to bulge due to ecstasy. I moved my hands up through the waist and rested them on her cushiony breasts. Her boobs were just perfect, not loosely hanging, round and like melons. Holding them and crushing them was a next-level feeling which catalyzed my hard-on process.
She was letting short squeals, and we were doing all this on our balcony. One good thing about my balcony was it had sliding translucent glasses. I turned her around this time, and we changed positions. My back was facing the wall earlier now her back was facing it.
I held the towel end, which she had tucked at her chest. I opened the towel. She was fully naked in front of me. I held her in my arms, lifted her and pushed her against the wall, and kissed her more intensely. Her boobs were touching my bare chest.
I went down all the way, kissing her neck. Then circling her boobs with my tongue, and then I bit her nipples. She shrieked. I went down to her pelvic regions. It had a light fragrance yet was so inviting. I started kissing her cunt. I started gliding my tongue on her inner walls.
She was going mad and let out slow moans. The smell of her juices was making me charge on her with full force. She held my hair tightly. I moved up. She got rid of my pants and gave me a blowjob. She rolled her lips over my tip, circling it with her tongue.
She was good at it. She took my balls inside her mouth. I was just in another world. I started mouth fucking her by holding her hair. I lifted her, and I didn’t want to waste a minute. I quickly went to fetch a condom from my cupboard. This time I lifted her in my arms.
The idea was to fuck her against the wall. She crossed her legs around my waist, and I inserted my tool inside her. It went inside with some effort. It occurred to me that she wasn’t a virgin. As I increased my pace, she increased her moans. We both were sweating over bodies banging against each other.
I was kissing her in the meantime. We were lost in each other’s rhythm. Our bodies were resonating in the same manner. Suddenly I heard something. I chose to ignore it. Then again, I heard the sound of the door opening. Holy fuck. It was my parents.
How could they be so early, or had I lost track of time? Here we were, naked and having sex in the balcony. That too with a neighbour’s daughter. My mind had stopped working. I didn’t know what to do. Ritika asked me what had happened. I told her it was my parents.
Meanwhile, I was still inside her. I didn’t want to let go of this occasion. I heard footsteps approaching. I was still fucking Ritika and put one hand on the door, so it wouldn’t open. My mom asked me, “Abhishek, is that you?” I told her in a panting voice that the door was jammed.
She told me that she was calling the dad to push the door. I told her I would figure that out and they should change first. She insisted while trying to open the door. I told her to change, and then we will figure it out. I was still humping Ritika.
My one hand was on her mouth so that she doesn’t scream. My mom agreed and went towards her room. I could hear her retreating footsteps. We both cum at the same time. I told her to get dressed. I saw that no one was outside. I quickly opened the main door and let her out. It was a close shave for both of us.
That’s all, folks. I hope you liked my story. Please mail your feedback to [email protected]. I would also love to hear some similar stories like this when you were about to get caught.