Rahul (me) – Freelancer, 25, newly shifted into the apartment. Life was simple and organized: work, gym, sleep, and repeat.
Rhea – Mature woman, a corporate lady around 38-40. (She also shifted into this apartment 3-4 months after me.)
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When I moved into the apartment, I didn’t know anyone. People tend to avoid talking to a newcomer. The building is like every other in Kolkata: grey walls, half-working elevators (sometimes they work, sometimes they don’t).
My life was going normally, following my daily routine. Then one day, while coming from the gym, I heard that “Rhea aunty” had moved in near my flat. (I didn’t know her name at first, just heard from the guards: new tenant in 302, an older lady with a corporate job. Mine is 301.)
As I reached my floor, I saw her standing in the corridor with some grocery bags, trying to find her keys. She was mature and well-dressed, neat and clean. She looked tired, with one hand holding the grocery bags and the other searching for the key in her bag, so I asked her, “Do you need any help?”
She looked up, shocked for a moment, then gave a smile. There was maturity in her smile – no drama – just an acknowledgement of my presence.
“Only if you don’t mind,” she said.
I took the grocery bags from her and followed her to the door. I asked her, “New here?”
She replied, “Yeah, just moved in today. Transfer within the same company, different office.”
She tried to open the door but couldn’t. Then I told her, “This building has a weird lock. Just lift the handle a little and turn left, not right.”
She paused, tried it, and the door opened immediately. She let out a soft laugh. “You’re an expert.”
“Just learned it. You’ll also learn this building’s weird things after a few days.”
Her door was open, and she stepped inside, taking the bags from me.
“I’m Rhea, 302.”
“Rahul, 301.”
“Thank you. You saved me a fight with a door. I owe you a coffee sometime.”
A normal line, delivered casually.
We didn’t become close instantly. There was no dramatic spark or instant chemistry. We continued our daily routines and sometimes met in the elevator. We would ask each other how our day was – nothing flirtatious, no drama, just simple talk like other neighbors.
One evening, I saw her sitting on the stairs with her heels beside her, barefoot, rubbing the skin near her toes. I asked her what happened.
She replied, “Rough months at work. Clients think I am a robot.”
We spoke for fifteen minutes. She told me she worked in strategy — endless calls, numbers, and presentations. I told her I was a freelancer — design, social media, anything that paid. We became familiar in the way neighbors do: not friends, not strangers, just two people sharing the same hallway.
On a Sunday afternoon, she called me to help her set up a shelf she had bought online. Her hands were covered in dust from trying to assemble it, but she couldn’t. I assembled it by looking at the guidebook and with help from YouTube.
“You look like someone who knows how to use tools properly,” she said.
I replied, “I look like someone who has YouTube.”
She laughed. Inside her apartment, I noticed it was a little messy: some books on the coffee table, a shawl thrown over the sofa. She cleared things and asked me to sit.
“I’ll make a coffee for you,” she said.
She brought me coffee. We talked, not deeply, but honestly. She mentioned she didn’t have family nearby and lived alone by choice. I liked the way she spoke. She didn’t try to impress. She didn’t overshare. She simply told the truth, one piece at a time.
After talking for a while, I told her, “I need to leave now; I have to go somewhere, otherwise I’ll be late.”
She thanked me, and I left.
One day, on a humid Wednesday night, I had almost fallen asleep when my phone rang. It was Rhea.
“Can you come over? If you don’t mind.”
I knocked once. She opened the door immediately. Her hair was down, her eyes slightly red from fatigue. She was still in her office clothes and looked really tired.
“Sorry, I called and disturbed you at this time. I just got a stiff back, and it really hurts. You once said you know some massage techniques… so I called you.”
Her voice carried embarrassment.
“Only if you’re comfortable,” I said.
“I wouldn’t call if I weren’t comfortable.”
“Just sit here. I’ll go to the bedroom and change into something easy so you can massage me properly. I need a full-body massage; I need full relaxation. My body is aching a lot.”
After a while, she called me into the bedroom.
As I entered the bedroom, I saw her lying on her back with just a towel covering her butt. I was getting horny seeing her bare back and legs.
“If you want, you can also change. There’s a towel on the bed.”
I also removed my clothes and tucked a towel around my waist. I took the oil bottle, poured some oil into my hands, and rubbed it. I put some on her legs and started massaging them up to her knee, pulling her leg toes one by one. Her body was so soft.
I asked her, “Is the pressure okay?”
“Yeah, it’s okay. You’re massaging so well. My legs are getting so relaxed.”
After massaging her legs, I started massaging her thighs up to the towel, pressing softly and rubbing my hand from down to up, but I didn’t touch under the towel.
Now I sat over her butt, not fully, and put oil on her back, massaging her spine and shoulders. Sometimes my body touched her butt over the towel, and I got an erection from this.
“If you don’t mind, can you massage my butt?”
“Okay.”
I massaged her butt over the towel, and then she told me, “Can you please put some oil and massage it by removing the towel?”
So I removed her towel. She had a nice ass. I put some oil on it and massaged her butt and inner thighs. She spread her legs so I could massage her inner thighs properly. I massaged her buttline and rubbed my finger near her pussy lips but didn’t touch it. She moaned slowly but didn’t say anything.
Now I loosened my towel knot a little, hoping it would fall while I was massaging her.
I went back to her shoulders, sitting on her butt, massaging them and sometimes touching the sides of her boobs. After a while, she pulled her shoulders slightly so I could massage her boobs. I pressed my hands under her body and massaged her boobs, touching her nipples. Her boobs were firm and in good shape.
Suddenly, my towel fell, and my dick touched her butt, rubbing against it as I massaged her boobs. Then she placed a hand on my dick, touching it for a few minutes before setting it in her buttline. I was so amazed.
I moved my dick up and down, massaging her boobs. She was moaning slowly, which made me hornier.
“You massage me so well, Rahul. Now, please give me full relaxation.”
I moved from over her and spread her legs. I put oil on her pussy and rubbed my finger on it. She was also rubbing her hand on my dick.
After massaging her pussy for a while, I put one finger in her pussy and fucked her with my finger, starting at a slow pace and then increasing it. She moaned loudly without hesitation and also gave me a handjob.
Her pussy was warm; I could feel it on my hand. I rubbed her lips with my thumb and, with my other hand, rubbed her ass.
After a while, she released her cum. It was white and thick, coming out from her pussy lips. I put my face there, licking her pussy and cum by putting my tongue on it. I swallowed all her cum.
Now I moved and placed my dick over her buttline, putting some oil and rubbing it slowly. I touched her boobs and kissed her neck and ears. After a few strokes, I came on her ass. She touched my dick, rubbing it through the cum, and after that, she licked her fingers.
Now we were relaxed and lying on the bed.
She told me, “You made me so relaxed after so many years.”
*****
It was just the beginning of the night. If you want to know what happened after that, just reach me via email, and if you like it, I will post it later.
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