Hey folks, I am back with another real story about me and my neighbour, Isha.
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The time I saw Isha, I was really taken aback. She stood in my doorway with one hand on her hip and the other holding a plate of laddoos. She said it was a gift from her to me, something to do for a neighbor.
The smell of cardamom and ghee was what I noticed, but what really caught my attention was the way Isha’s sari fit her body. Isha’s thighs were pressing against the silk, and her hips were very curvy.
Isha’s blouse was tight; it showed a little bit of what was underneath. She was a lot older than me – 10 years older – but that did not make her any less attractive. In fact, it made her more beautiful.
The years had changed her, making her very pretty, and I wanted to like every part of her. Experience had made her into a beautiful woman, and I wanted to love every single part of her body.
The woman was really something, and I wanted to be with her.
“Rishi, right?” she said in a low voice, like she had just gotten out of bed. Maybe she was tired from saying my name over and over.
“I am Isha,” she told me. “I just moved in next door, Rishi.”
Then she smiled a little when I looked at her mouth. Her lips were a dark red color.
“You are staring at my lips,” Isha said.
“I am appreciating,” I said, leaning against the doorframe.
The thing is, there is a difference when it comes to appreciating something. She laughed; it was a sound that really got to me.
“That is bold. I have to say I like that.”
Her fingers touched mine when she gave me the plate. They stayed there for a little bit longer than they had to.
“You should come to my place sometime; you can help me unpack my stuff.”
Oh, I would help her unpack, alright. I would start with that sari.
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Weeks went by. We got into a routine. She would come over with chai, and I would pretend to help her fix things that were not even broken.
Every time she came over, she would find a reason to touch me. She would put her hand on my arm when she was laughing, and when we sat on the couch, her leg would be up against mine.
The thing between us was like a live wire that was plugged in and sparking. The tension between us was ready to burst at any moment.
Then Christmas came around. To be honest, Christmas was not a big deal for either of us. But when she showed up at my door with two bottles of whiskey and a big smile on her face, I knew we were going to have a good time.
The smile on her face told me that we would be getting into some kind of trouble. Christmas was going to be fun because of her and the whiskey.
“No mistletoe,” she said as she stepped inside.
She was sure that we could figure something out on our own. The Christmas tradition of mistletoe was not going to stop us; she was sure of that. We would find a way to make it work without the mistletoe.
The first drink was easy to swallow. The second one went down even smoother. By the time she finished her drink, her sari was lying on my floor and she was sitting on my lap.
She was wearing a lace bra and a thin thong. The thong was so thin that I could see the hair between her legs through it. Her clothes were scattered over my floor as she sat on my lap in just her lace bra and thong.
“Good,” I said to Isha, my hands holding her hips tight.
Her skin felt so hot and soft. Her waist was just the right size for me to grab onto while I was with her. Isha had been making me feel this way for a while; it had been weeks, and it was really getting to me.
“Because I have been thinking about this since the day I met you,” she said, moving her hips around and rubbing against me through my pants. Her fingers got all tangled up in my hair, pulling my head back. “About how your mouth would look when it’s between my legs.”
I turned her onto the couch before she could finish what she was saying. She gasped. I put my fingers in her underwear and pulled them off. I could smell her; it was a little bit sweet and a lot sexy.
“Open your legs,” I told her.
I started kissing her right away. She tasted good. My tongue moved through her folds, licking up the wetness that covered her.
The sounds she made were very sexy; she seemed to really want it. Her hips moved up and down against my face as I touched her before putting two fingers inside her.
“Oh God. Rishi. Fuck-” Her nails scratched my back, and her thighs shook. “More. I need more.”
I did not make her beg twice. My cock came out as soon as I unzipped my pants. It was big, with some liquid coming out of the tip; the top part was already shiny.
Isha’s eyes got really dark when she put her hand around it. She was moving her hand up and down slowly, her thumb rubbing over the tip.
“Your cock is really big,” she said quietly, biting her lip. “It is going to make me feel really good.”
I stood there and said, “You can take it.” I got into position, playing with the idea of going into her. “You are going to take every inch of me.”
The time I was inside her, it felt amazing and painful at the same time. It was very tight and hot, like her body was holding me closely. Her muscles inside were moving fast as I went all the way in. She let out a noise, her back arching upward and her breasts moving up and down with each thrust.
“Yes, do it like that, Rishi. Make it harder. I want you to make love to me harder.”
I did what she wanted. The couch made a noise under us. You could hear our skin hitting together. Her moans were not smooth, and I was also making noises. When I pulled out, her body wanted me to go back in.
It was very wet, feeling like it was pulling me. I put my hand between us and rubbed the sensitive spot on her body, rubbing it in circles until her whole body became stiff. Her body squeezed mine tightly as she had an orgasm and screamed.
“That’s one,” I said.
Then I flipped her onto her stomach. Now I wanted her to take it from behind. I was being very firm with her; I expected her to do what I said. She made a noise but lifted her bottom up, giving me a great view of her shiny pussy and the small hole above it.
I spat on my fingers and rubbed the wetness on her bottom before I put the tip of my cock against it.
“Have you ever had someone touch you there, Isha?”
“No,” she said, her voice really shaky. She sounded like she really needed something. “I want this to happen. I want you to be the person I do this with. I want you to be my first.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. The burn felt really good as her body squeezed me tight, and I slowly went inside. She was breathing hard, her hands gripping the couch cushions so hard that her knuckles were white.
“Relax, baby,” I said softly, putting my hand on her back. “Just breathe.”
The burn was still there, a feeling as her body squeezed me tight. Then I hit rock bottom, and her breath caught.
“Oh damn-”
I set a brutal pace, my balls slapping against her pussy with every thrust. Her moans turned feral, her body shaking as I reached around to play with her clit again.
“You’re mine now,” I snarled, feeling her tighten.