Hi Friends, Victor here with another encounter of mine. Names and professions of persons are changed because of privacy, but incidents and activities are real.
I am Victor, a 33-year-old resident of Ahmedabad, Gujarat. I live in my own apartment while my family is in my native place.
Here is the second part of how I fucked my beautiful neighbour to satisfy her lust and hunger for orgasm.
Riya walked ahead of me toward the bedroom. Her steps were unhurried, almost as if she wanted me to notice the sway of her hips, the soft curve of her waist. I followed her, pretending to look elsewhere. But in truth, I was unable to stop my eyes from admiring her ass.
The room was cool from the air conditioning. She stepped in and sat gently on the edge of the bed, adjusting her kurti as if suddenly aware of my gaze.
“Much better here,” she said softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. I placed the bag near the corner and replied, “Yes, I thought you’d be more comfortable inside.”
There was silence for a moment. Only the hum of the A/C filled the space. She traced her fingers along the bedsheet absently, her eyes avoiding mine. I leaned casually against the doorframe, watching her.
“Riya, can I ask you something?”
She looked up, meeting my eyes. “Hmm?”
Me: Are you always this strong? I mean, after the way your husband spoke to you just now. You held yourself so calmly. Most people would have broken down.
A faint shadow crossed her face.
Riya: What else can I do? He doesn’t mean harm. It’s just his work. His priorities. (She sighed, then added in a quieter tone) But sometimes, it feels like I don’t matter.
Her honesty hit me. I stepped closer, lowering my voice. “You do matter. More than you realise.”
She looked at me then, really looked. Our eyes locked, and I could feel something flicker between us–unspoken, fragile, but undeniable. To break the tension, she smiled faintly. “You talk as if you know me well already.”
I chuckled. “Some things don’t take long to understand. Sometimes one look says more than a hundred words.” I lean on her face and try to kiss her after completing this sentence, but she avoids me and looks away.
I was horrified that I had pissed her off. Her eyes were filled with tears, but she controlled herself and said
Riya: We just met. You helped me in my time of need. You understand me like a friend, but we might not cross our limits.
Me: I am not forcing you, but I can’t resist your beauty.
Riya: Okay.
Me: Feel comfortable and don’t worry. I am not a devil or anything
Riya: I am not afraid of the devil in bed. Actually, I like devils on bed.
Me: What?!
Riya: Don’t be happy, I am talking about sleeping in bed at night.
Me: Oh. I thought something else.
Riya: Yeah, that’s also true, what you thought.
Me: You are confusing me. Let’s clear things frankly.
Riya: What things?
Me: Let’s help each other and satisfy ourselves.
Riya: What? No, I can’t cheat my husband.
Me: I can clearly see lust in your eyes.
Riya: No, you misunderstood something.
Me: Okay, let’s be friends then?
Riya: Yeah, look, I am not telling that you are a bad or a wrong person. You look well. Your body is in great shape, and you live alone, so you had many fuck sessions on this bed with many girls. But I can’t overcome my feelings and cheat on my husband.
Me: Okay, your thinking is nice. I am STUD and fucked almost 10 partners on this bed, but with all limits set and mutual consent only.
Riya: Got it.
Her mobile rang, and she picked up. It’s her husband
Riya: Okay, call me once you reach
Me: What now?
Riya: He is coming home. I need to go, but after his call.
Me: So till that time, you are my…
Riya: What!?
Me: Guest. Don’t think about anything for now.
Riya: Okay
Me: At least one hug?
Riya: Yeah, come.
And she hugs me. I press her body on mine, and her breast feels awesome. My lips are near her ears, and I blow breath on her neck.
Riya: Ok, leave me now. You are very naughty
Me: Yeah, I am the devil you like in bed.
Riya: I don’t like you.
Me: You don’t have to try me in bed, that’s why.
Riya: Maybe something will try.
I free her from my hug and
Me: Really?
Riya: Why did you remove your hands?
Me: Women are very much aroused and seductive, but they hide it very well.
Riya said, “Let me go. We will meet someday and fulfil our wishes.”
We exchanged numbers and parted ways. She went to her apartment, and I watched her from my balcony.
Later that night, I messaged her, but she was not replying to or reading my message. After two days, she messaged me at noon, her husband gone to work, and she was at home.
Riya: Guests are at our home, and you message me, someday you will make big trouble.
Me: Sorry, I forgot.
Riya: What are you doing?
Me: Working.
Riya: Okay
Me: When to meet?
Riya: For what?
Me: We’re friends, yaar, there’s no reason for meeting.
Riya: Friends for what? Benefits?
Me: If you agree, only.
Riya: Oh, you have to try hard to agree with me.
Me: Then let’s go for dinner.
Riya: No, no no. I can’t come, my husband is at home.
Me: Let’s go for lunch then.
Riya: Now I will plan and tell you.
Me: Ok.
Riya: Bye for now.
She was making me do her work. She wants me, but can’t tell me, and makes me speak to her. Now I completely understand her game. She wants me so I can take further action.
In our society, the function of getting together is held. I see her and follow her here in the garden area. The lights were dim, and I held her hands. She gasped. I started kissing her first. She hesitated, but later gave up and started smooching me at the same pace. I rubbed her breast and kissed her neck wildly.
After 2-3 minutes of exploration out of our tongue, we separate without saying a word or hearing a word from her. After 12 AM, I message her. But not getting any reply. At nearly 12:45, I got a message, and immediately I saw. It’s from her.
Me: Still feeling my breath on your cheek, Riya?
Riya: Stop it. I told you someone would catch us.
Me: No one saw, but you felt it. Didn’t you?
Riya: Yes. And my heart is still racing.
Me: Good. I wanted it racing. I wanted you to lie awake tonight, thinking of how close my lips were, how much I wanted to take them lower.
Riya: Victor, don’t say such things at night. You’ll make it worse.
Me: That’s exactly what I want. Tell me, when you pressed your hand on my chest, what did you feel?
Riya: Warmth. Strong. My fingers didn’t want to let go.
Me: You don’t have to let go. Not when it’s just us. Imagine your hand sliding down from my chest, lower, feeling how hard you make me.
Riya: You’re shameless.
Me: And you love it. You know what I’m picturing now? Your saree tonight. That blue drape, I wanted to tug it free, let it fall, see what you were hiding underneath.
Riya: My whole body is hot reading this. I kept adjusting my pallu only because I thought everyone could see my skin burning.
Me: I wanted to pull that pallu aside myself, kiss every inch of that warm skin. From your shoulder down to your navel, slowly. Until you beg me to go lower.
Riya: Victor, if you keep typing like this, I won’t be able to sleep tonight.
Me: Good. I want you tossing in bed, restless, just like me. Hand slipping under your blanket, touching yourself where you wish it were my lips.
Riya: You’re inside my head. I already feel it.
Me: Then let me inside your body soon. Tell me, Riya, when Vishal leaves, do you want me in your room? Or will you sneak into mine?
Riya: Dangerous question. But my fingers are trembling as I type this. Your room. Safer. Dark. Hidden.
Me: Perfect. I’ll be waiting with the lights off, door unlocked. You have to walk in in that same blue saree, or maybe nothing at all.
Riya: Stop, I’m biting my lip too hard. My body’s aching.
Me: Touch yourself then. Right now. Pretend it’s my hand.
Riya: Already did. Couldn’t resist after that last line.
Me: Good girl. Keep going. Slide your fingers slowly, imagine my tongue replacing them.
Riya: Oh, Victor, I’m wet. Whispering your name under my breath.
Me: Cum for me, Riya. Let your husband sleep while you moan for me silently.
Riya: I did. My whole body shook. You’ve ruined me.
Me: No, I’ve only started. Next time, I won’t let you finish alone. I’ll be there to hold you, taste you, make you scream.
Riya: Victor, I can’t wait till he leaves. Every night is torture now.
Me: Then let the torture build. When it finally happens, Riya, it will be unforgettable.
Riya: You’re already unforgettable. Goodnight before I lose all control.
Me: Goodnight, my forbidden desire. Dream of me between your thighs.
This is the end of part 2, friends – please give your feedback, it helps and motivates me more to write.
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