Hi, I am Sameer (name changed) from a small city in Telangana. I am 24 years old. I am fair-skinned due to my genes, and I don’t look like an average Indian. My eyes are brown, and I have reddish hair, which has faded slightly because of the Indian environment. I have a good, muscular body with slightly visible abs as I play a lot of sports. My penis is 6 inches long with a white and pink head.
I’m a big fan of this site and started reading stories when I was still in college. From a young age, I began observing people’s behavior very closely. I even caught one of my teachers in a relationship at college because I could understand people’s attitudes well (I’ll explain that in another story).
This story happened a few years back when I was 18+ years old and moved to Hyderabad for my engineering. Initially, I stayed in a PG (paying guest accommodation), but I wasn’t comfortable with the food. Since I belong to a Deccani family, I shifted to another PG, but I wasn’t happy there either. Then I decided to move into a room where I could cook for myself.
I started searching for a room and finally found one in a society. It was a penthouse 1RK, and the rent was also low. The house was owned by a couple Asif (now 45, then 39) and his wife Roqsana (now 36, then 30) (then I was 18 years old). They didn’t have any children; I later came to know the reason.
I felt comfortable in the room and bought all the necessary items. Asif was a very good man, and his wife was also kind. They made sure I had everything I needed. They even provided me with a gas stove that they hadn’t used for many days.
After some time, I started facing problems managing my cooking and studies. Luckily, I came to know about Hyderabadi meals that served food to bachelors in that area. I liked the food because it was purely Hyderabadi, and it cost only ₹3000 per month. I was very happy with my life.
Asif was running a ladies emporium shop. He leaves at 10 am and returns at 10 pm, though sometimes he would take even longer to return. He was a fair, good-looking guy who didn’t look his age. Roqsana was good-looking too, but she wouldn’t look straight at me. Mostly, she wore a hijab whenever we met.
After one month, one day Asif invited me to his home on the ground floor. It was an independent house, and my penthouse was on the rooftop. I entered his home for the first time, and it looked fabulous inside. Asif asked me to sit on the sofa.
Then something happened that I never expected. Roqsana came from the kitchen carrying a tray with three cups of tea. She looked very beautiful. Her hair was loose, and she was wearing a red saree. Her navel was slightly visible, and my eyes were fixed on her perfectly fitted blouse.
I lost my mind. Her face was very pretty, and her body was fit even at the age of 30. I hadn’t noticed her earlier because she always wore a hijab, but now her hair was free.
She came closer and offered me tea with a smile. It was the first time I saw her from such a close distance. Her skin was very fair, and she had moles on her face just like me. The fragrance from her body when she came near took me to another world.
She then sat on the sofa. Asif sat to my left, and Roqsana sat on a single sofa to his left. I sat slightly turned toward Roqsana.
As I took my first sip, Asif asked me:
Asif: “How are your studies going?”
Me: “Very well. My first semester exams are coming up.”
Asif: “Any problems here?”
Me: “Everything’s fine for now… just having problems with breakfast.”
Asif: “Yes, Roqsana mentioned that. It seems you have issues with food.”
I replied that I was adjusting for now. Then Asif offered to arrange my breakfast, lunch, and dinner at their home if I paid the amount along with rent. Roqsana smiled and said there was no problem, as they usually cooked only for two people anyway.
I was very happy and thanked them both sincerely. It was basically like a paying guest arrangement. They trusted me because I was well-mannered and went to namaz daily with Asif.
That same day, I had my first lunch with them at their dining table. Roqsana cooked very well, and the food gave me homely vibes. Every day I used to have my breakfast and collect my lunch box before leaving for college.
I always used to stare at Roqsana; what a beautiful woman she was. Asif used to be in his bed as he woke up late in the morning. Roqsana and I had a chit chat every morning. Our relationship built very well.
Sometimes when I collected my lunch box, I got a touch of her hand which drove me crazy. Also, at dinner many times Asif was not available, so Roqsana and I had it without him. We both used to talk a lot during dinner.
She’s such an amazing woman. Her eyes were so crystal clear. Her navel was so perfect, and her back — every time I wanted to hold it and place my head on her soft-looking buttocks.
Whenever she was in the kitchen, I would go for drinking water and smell her from close. My feelings were building for her, but I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. I was just enjoying the phase of observing her daily.
After a month, one day Asif was out of town for a week. He asked me to stay in his home at night because Roqsana was scared to stay alone. She prepared my bed in the second bedroom of their house.
That evening, I came home at 8:30 PM after playing badminton with my college friends. I took a shower and went for dinner. Since I was planning to stay at Asif’s home, I locked my room.
As I knocked on the door, Roqsana opened it. She was wearing a nighty, as she had become very friendly with me. I always used to stare at her but never took any step because Asif was always at home. Also, that day I didn’t have any initial plans, as I was tired from the badminton match.
I entered her home. Dinner was already on the table. I quickly washed my hands and took my seat. Roqsana was sitting opposite me, facing me. I was very hungry and started eating. Then the conversation started.
R: “Where were you? I’ve been waiting since so long. I was very hungry too.”
Me: “I’m sorry. You should have eaten. Why were you waiting for me?”
R: “How can I eat alone? Anyway, where did you go? You didn’t tell me.”
Me: “Oh! I was playing badminton with friends. That’s why I’m very tired today. I’m very hungry too.”
R: “What happened? Did you win or lose?”
Me: “Of course I won. We don’t lose.” (Hyderabadi slang)
She smiled and replied, “Oh, is that so?”
Me: “Does the TV not work? It’s always off.”
R: “It works, but only I watch it when Asif is at the shop. We don’t use it much because of mobile phones.”
Me: “Can I use it tonight? Tomorrow is Sunday and I want to watch some movies.”
R: “Yes, of course. But keep the volume low. I need to go to the shop in the morning. Which movie do you want to watch?”
Me: “I’ve heard Gully Boy is good.” (I had a pirated copy.)
We talked about my family and about where Asif had gone. She told me he would return after one week, as he had gone to visit his family, and she wasn’t very interested in his family.
After dinner, Roqsana went into her bedroom, and I started watching the movie. I fell asleep on the sofa while watching it because I was tired.
When I woke up in the morning, Roqsana was getting ready for the shop. I said, “Assalamualaikum,” and she replied, “Walikumsalam.”
There was a bedsheet on me, which Roqsana had covered me with while I was asleep. She looked very beautiful after taking a shower. I was watching her like a kid as she got ready and walked around. I couldn’t believe my eyes while watching her.
R: “What happened? Was the movie that boring?”
Me: “No, I was tired, so I didn’t realize when I fell asleep. Did you cover me with this bedsheet?”
She said she had covered me when she woke up to drink water.
R: “I need to leave for the shop. Freshen up and have breakfast. It’s kept on the table.” (She handed me the house keys.) “Keep these with you. Lunch is also ready, have it on time. Finish the movie too.” (She laughed softly.) “Lock the door when you go out.”
I was shocked by the trust she had in me. When I turned on the TV, I was shocked again — the movie was paused at Ranveer and Alia’s kissing scene. I became a bit tense. I thought she didn’t see it.
I logged into my friend’s Netflix account and started watching an erotic movie. During that time, I masturbated many times on the sofa. I brought a tissue box from my room to clean myself.
After cleaning each time, I threw the tissue in the dustbin. I started watching the movie “Unfaithful” at 7 PM. I got tired after masturbating many times; the tissue box was placed beside me. I don’t know when I fell asleep; the movie was still running.
At 8:30 PM, Roqsana came back home and saw the intimacy scene playing on the TV. She turned off the TV and woke me up. I was shocked and afraid. My pant button was also open.
She asked, “Are you going to have dinner?”
I was scared and replied, “No.”
R: “Okay, I’ll order something. Freshen up and come back.”
I went to my penthouse, still scared, and took a shower. I kept thinking about what had happened. Did she know what I was doing? Why didn’t she react if she saw everything? Then I received a call from her.
R: “What’s wrong? Dinner has arrived… come and let’s eat together.”
Me: “Yes, I’m coming.”
I was very afraid to go back to her home, but I went and took my seat at the table. I remained silent.
R: “How was your day? It seems you only watched movies today.”
Me: “Yes.” (In a low voice.)
R: “Which movies did you watch that made you fall asleep again?” (She was asking in a funny way but smiled because I was scared.)
Me: “Yes, that… I’m sorry.”
R: “But why?”
Me: (Gathering some courage) “That movie I was watching wasn’t good. Maybe you didn’t like it. I didn’t know you would come back. I was about to turn off the TV, but I don’t know when I fell asleep.”
R: “Oh, there’s no need for that. Anyway, such scenes are common in movies these days.”
Me: “I’m really sorry. I won’t do it again.”
R: “Sameer, it’s okay. You can watch movies. I won’t tell Asif… don’t worry.”
I was very happy hearing this but still confused by her reaction. Then she asked another question.
R: “Whose tissue box is that?”
Me: “It’s mine. I brought it from my room.”
R: “Oh, what for?”
Me: (Afraid again) “I have a cold… so I needed it.”
R: “Oh. Is there any good movie for tonight? I want to watch one too. Tomorrow is a state holiday, so the shop is closed.”
Me: “Yes, I’ll find a good movie for you.”
We completed our dinner, and I started playing the movie “Ae Dil Hai Mushkil.” Actually, she suggested it because she liked the songs and hadn’t watched it before. I was hesitant but started playing it.
During the Anushka and Ranbir kissing scene at the beginning, I went to the washroom to avoid it. When I came back and sat down, Roqsana asked, “Have you watched this movie before?”
Me: “Yes, many times.”
R: “Oh, is that why you went to the washroom to avoid the scene?”
Me: (Shocked, with a small smile) “No, I just needed to use the restroom.”
R: “Oh, it’s okay. Don’t hesitate so much. Feel free and watch the movie.”
The whole house was dark, and we were both sitting on the sofa watching the movie. Her words made me think about taking one step forward. I was afraid too.
The movie was half completed, and Aishwarya’s introduction scene was about to come. When the scene arrived, my breathing became heavy. I was sitting to the right of Roqsana. Her right hand was resting on the sofa.
With some courage, I slowly moved my left hand toward her hand. My little finger touched her little finger. I was checking if she accepted it or not by touching gently. Then I slowly placed my little finger on her hand. It was a green signal.
I slowly placed my full hand over her hand and started holding it. She responded by holding back, and she began breathing heavily and biting the nails of her right hand. I moved slightly closer, still holding her hand, and slowly rested my head on her shoulder.
With my right hand, I lowered the volume of the TV so I could hear her breathing. It was very heavy. I could smell her body fragrance; it was so intoxicating that it made me mad. It was my first time being this close to a woman. My hands and legs became cold and started shivering.
She then placed her left hand on my head, feeling me and comforting me. I didn’t know what to do next. Slowly, I lifted my head and stared at her. She slowly turned her face and looked into my eyes.
I can never forget that moment when we stared at each other. I moved a bit closer and started smelling her neck. She had taken a shower while I was in my room. That fragrance drove me crazy; it was so fresh.
I placed my hand on the other side of her neck and started kissing her neck. I licked her neck crazily with my lips and tongue. She was breathing heavily and moaning softly. Then I put my left hand on her waist; it was so soft and narrow.
My hands were cold; she felt it when I touched her and panicked a little bit. Then I switched my hands. My left hand was on her neck, right was on her waist, kissing madly on the right side of her neck and down to her chin.
My left knee was on the sofa; I was upon her. She was breathing heavily. Her fingers were rolling into my hair, pushing my head toward her. I also licked her ears.
Then I held her face in my hands and looked into her eyes. I slowly moved toward her lips. There was just an inch gap between our lips. At that moment, I didn’t kiss her. We both were experiencing the silence before the kiss.
My heartbeat was rising like never before. I had never felt anything like this; it felt like heaven to me. We were both listening to our breathing, looking into each other’s eyes. We were in the same position for a while, then I placed my lips on her lower lip, for which she shivered a bit.
Our lips were dry because of the intense moments; it was also the beginning of November, the start of winter, which felt so cold. I started kissing her lower lip, then her upper lip. She enjoyed it at the beginning and started responding to it.
She was also a bold kisser. We were kissing like mad, playing with our tongues, exchanging saliva. Our lips became slippery and soft due to saliva. I was also kissing her cheeks, biting them softly in between. She closed her eyes all the time, enjoying every bit of it. It felt like I was eating her.
I moved away from the kiss, took a second of pause. My knee was still on the sofa. She opened her eyes, staring at me. While looking into her eyes, I started removing my t-shirt. I saw a spark in her eyes as she looked at my body.
I think she was so hungry from a long time; she immediately pulled me and started kissing and licking my body. While licking my body, she laid me on the sofa and came upon me. She was sniffing my smell, kissing my abs and chest, biting my nipples.
I was on cloud nine, moaning so badly. I took the remote and turned off the TV. Then with the other remote, I switched on the blue lights in the hall, which were dim.
Roqsana was still playing with my body. She started unbuttoning my pants. I stopped her, made her sit on the sofa. I got on my knees; I’m 6 feet tall, so I was able to reach her neck even on my knees.
She was wearing a saree. I started kissing her thighs and moved to her navel. The waist was so soft; I again placed a kiss on her neck and started licking it, but this time I started removing the hooks of her blouse.
She was taking a deep breath every time I removed one hook. When I unhooked all, she stopped me and covered her blouse with her hands and faced the other side.
Then I placed a kiss on her hand and pulled her two hands off. I removed the blouse; now I was able to see her bra which was holding her breasts. The upper part of her breasts was visible, which was milk-white in color. There was a mole on her right breast.
I started licking the visible part of her breasts; she was rolling her fingers on the back of my head. For a moment, she held my head in her hand and placed a kiss on my forehead. I looked into her face and smiled, for which she responded back with a cute smile.
Then I started kissing on the lower part of her breasts, then removed her bra with my hands around her. I was kissing and licking every part that was available to me. She then pushed me away from her, and I was watching her as she completely removed her bra and threw it away.
Her pair of breasts was completely visible now. I was not expecting that she has pink nipples and her breasts were milk-white in color. They were perfect in size and round in shape. I was witnessing real breasts for the first time in my life. My body was shivering watching them.
I quickly surrounded my hands around her, pulled her towards me, and started sucking her breasts. First, I started sucking her right breast and then went for the left one.
She responded with, “Ah Sameer… slowly slowly… now, everything is yours.”
When I bit her nipple, she said, “No, please don’t… ahhh Sameer, please don’t.” I didn’t listen to her.
For the next 10 minutes, I was sucking them and biting. I made her lie on the sofa and again started sucking her breasts. Roqsana was pushing my head towards her.
She was moaning like hell. Roqsana was enjoying every bit of it, still making sounds, “No! No! ahhhhhh.” Her skin was smooth like ‘Malai’ (cream).
Roqsana pushed me back. Now she was on her knees; I was sitting on the sofa with my legs wide. She kissed my chest and abs, then started unbuttoning my pants. She pulled out my jeans and threw it away, then my underwear. She was so happy when she saw my penis, looked at me, and she started smiling. I responded with a smile.
Then I bent a little and, holding her head, I placed a kiss on her lips. She was holding my penis in her hands, started giving a few strokes, and it got erect to full size.
I always kept my penis clean, so it was the same color as my skin, never darkened. I had already shaved the hair, so the penis was clearly visible in full size. Also, I had a circumcision for my penis. Roqsana placed her lips on the pink head of my penis. I cannot explain the feeling I had at that moment. When she slowly took it in her mouth, I started moaning. When Roqsana gave her first blow, I was moaning so hard.
I held her head with her hair between my fingers, and she was giving the blowjob. That “Chup Chup” sound when she increased the pace was taking me to the clouds.
I was telling her, “Ahhh, slowly, babe, ahhhh! That’s so good, yeahhh!”
She was sucking my penis for the next 10 minutes and didn’t want to stop because she liked my penis very much. Roqsana looked like she had been hungry for the penis for a long period.
To be continued.