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I’m back with my latest real-life incident. After the lovely experience I had with my Nepali maid Bhumi about 3 months back, I was quite frustrated as I was not getting any pussy….
So I decided to take a break from work and headed out to spend a week in my mountain house near Mumbai, in the hill station of Panchgani. I have a cozy 2 BHK flat overlooking the valley in a building that has 4 apartments. I reached there on Sunday afternoon and got my watchman and his wife to clean-up and settle the house as I was opening the house after about 4 months.
I went to the local market to pick up some food, snacks, salads and booze. At about 5 pm I got a call from my neighbor who is a very conservative Muslim chap whom I will call Ali Bhai (name changed). Ali and I had purchased the flats about 5 years back together from the developer. He was a strict devout Muslim who had a very pretty wife (always in Burka), but I had seen her without burka a few times. They had 3 daughters — Reshma, 19 yo, Minaaz, 19 yo and Naaz, 18 yo (current ages / all names changed). All 3 sisters were studying in the same boarding school in Panchgani. Ali had bought the flat so that he and his wife could come every 2 — 3 weeks and spend weekends with their daughters. I had briefly met all 3 girls once when we both were in Panchgani at the same time about 2 years back, when all 3 girls were younger.
This incident which happened end of December 2016 when schools were closing for Christmas vacation, is about Reshma, the eldest, who is now 19 years old. I really did not know what Ali did for a living and anything about their family as they were rather anti-social and hardly ever mixed up with other flat owners. It is only after the current incident when I learnt from Reshma that her father was a real estate agent and mostly dealt in properties belonging to their own community. While Ali lived and did business in Mumbai, his wife Zeenat worked from home as a translator of legal and other papers doing translations from Arabic and Farsi to English and Hindi. Not sure why they had put all their children into a boarding school.
Coming back to what happened….. Ali called me and I was a bit surprised to get a rare call from him. We exchanged pleasantries and he asked me for help saying that he was due to come to Panchgani today to fetch his 3 daughters, as their school is closing for vacation. Unfortunately, while driving to Panchgani, he had an accident where he hit a cyclist who had a kid ridding pillion and both the riders had been injured quite badly. This led to local people gathering and in the melee someone threw a stone at them and his wife got hit and was injured. Hence, for the police case and hospitalization of the riders and injury to his wife, he would not be able to make it to Panchgani to fetch his daughters. He had called the watchman and learnt that I was the only one who had just arrived to stay in the building at Panchgani and so he called me. Basically, what he wanted me to do was to go to the boarding school and fetch his 3 daughters and bring them to his flat which was next to mine and just keep an eye on them for a day or so, until he could come and fetch them.
Without hesitation, I agreed and told him not to worry and take care of Bhabhi, etc. He told me that by the time I would reach the school, he would have spoken to the principal asking her to release his 3 children to me by verifying my driver’s license for their safety. I took some time to find the school asking for directions and reached there at a time when the principal and some teachers were standing just inside the school gates waiting for the 3 girls. I showed my driving license and exchanged mobile numbers with one of the teachers and was introduced to the 3 girls. I could not recognize any escort pendik of them and simply said Hi to them and helped them load their bags in the boot of my car and then the 2 younger girls seated themselves on the back seat while Reshma got in the front. Reshma had worn a full burka and the younger 2 were wearing shalvars with head scarves. As soon as we moved from the school area, all 3 girls removed their respective head gear. The younger 2 were giggling about something and got busy with their mobiles. Reshma requested me to take them to the market which was enroute as she wanted to pick up some food She looked really mature physically, but, in reality she was just a school-going kid. I was a bit taken aback as to how she knew the local term for booze. So I said yes, its “daaru”. I asked her if her dad drank daaru. She said with wide eyes…. Nooo Uncle, my Dad says daaru is strictly against our religion and we should never even think about it……!!
I told her that I was used to having 2 drinks every night to relax and that it was like medicine for me. She just said Oh…ok and went back to seeing TV and I went to the terrace and put on FM channel on the radio. Some light pop number was playing as I sat down to enjoy my 2nd drink and my mind again went back to Reshma. I just wondered how her pussy would look like…. I was sure it would be a deep pink color and tight as hell. I wondered if she shaved her pussy area….. Just thinking about her pussy, I started getting a hard on. I just could not get the sight of her big tits out of my mind!! With my imagination running wild and a strong erection which could be seen in my boxers, I sipped my drink……
After about 20 minutes, I saw Reshma at the door of the terrace, so I asked her if her TV program was over. She nodded and was looking around the terrace and the sky. I invited her to come and sit out on the terrace as there was a nice cool breeze. The air was crisp and invigorating. She came and I told her to sit on the other chair across the coffee table on which my drink and snacks were kept. She had wrapped her shawl around her as the temperature had dropped to about 15 degrees and was looking at the sky, stars, and lights of the village in the distance. All this must be familiar to her as her father’s apartment next door had a similar terrace and view. I had covered my hard on by keeping a small cushion over my shorts. Just her presence sitting across me was not allowing my hard on to subside. Reshma had that horny look and electric effect and she looked really innocent and I wondered how she managed to control her raging teen hormones, which must be troubling her all the time. I was sure she knew the effect she had on men as her friends must have told her. I think her innocence came from the fact that her parents made them live at home and in school, in a kind of “closed “environment. Usually, in such cases, given half a chance, such girls could go wild…..
I saw Reshma looking at my glass that had a little whiskey in it. I asked her if she was hungry and offered her a papad. She took it and gently nibbled on the papad. I asked her if she had ever tried having a beer or similar drink, just for fun. Immediately, she was wide-eyed and vigorously shook her head saying Nooo… my Dad would kill me…. So I joked with her saying C’mon…you’ve been studying in a boarding school for years and I’m sure you’ve done some mischief with your friends, all boarders do all sorts of naughty things…. She looked at me a bit embarrassed, her face went red and she just shook her head again. God, she was soo beautiful…
I knew that her father would probably come by next day afternoon to fetch the girls, so if at all something was to happen between Reshma and me, istanbul escort the window of opportunity was NOW. She was an innocent school kid and had lived a closeted, protected and conservative life. I was sure she must be wanting desperately to break free. I had a Muslim GF long back who had been in a similar situation after she was married into a very conservative Muslim family. She wanted to revolt against all the strictness and rules for living and she did, by having a torrid affair with me for 2 years. She taught me how to fuck while standing. For some strange reason, she used to love standing and fucking. It was an amazing 2 years with her… She was always horny and insatiable. All she needed was a glass of red wine and would do anything after that… Including anal penetration while standing!
So I decided to get bold with Reshma. I knew she would not have the guts to tell her parents about anything we spoke about or did, so I decided to make a bold pass at her and see where it got us. I was quite desperate and horny and my erection was not going down. My dick had become so hard that it was hurting.
I winked at Reshma and asked her if she wanted a sip. She again vigorously shook her head. I told her, look you have only this evening to try something new and since her parents were not there, this was her only chance and that I will never tell anyone. She still shook her head saying No, I can’t uncle, my sisters would come to know and then big problems. So actually, she wanted to taste the whiskey but was reluctant and scared. So I went and made myself a fresh drink and I made another strong drink in a separate glass in which I poured coke and then squeezed some lime in it, mixing it well. This whiskey with coke was for Reshma. I went back to the terrace. I found her standing near the terrace wall looking out over the valley. I gave her the glass and said “cheers” to your good health.
She looked at the drink questioningly, I told her coke and lime, I think you will like it. She said she loves coke with lime and said thanks and took a nice swig. Then, as expected, she made a face and said.. Uncle, some funny taste…. I said maybe the lime was too bitter, so I will make you another one…. She said no..no. Uncle its ok, I’ll have this…. Much to my relief!
I noticed that after every sip she grimaced a bit. After she had finished half the glass, she said its getting a bit warm and took off the shawl and threw it on the chair. This is what I had been waiting for. Her tits came into full view…. What a sight! So I asked her to do you like dancing. She smiled and nodded her head, saying yes, I love dancing, but never in front of my parents…. I said I understand… I asked her if she knew how to jive. She said no but she had seen couples on TV doing it and there were some Christian girls in school who could do the jive. I told her that I jive well and that I could teach her if she wanted. (by this time she had almost finished the entire glass of the strong drink I had made for her). She nodded her head and said… Wow, uncle, you can jive? That’s great, please show me.
So I made the pop number playing a little louder and showed her a few steps as if holding an imaginary partner. Then, suddenly, with giving her a chance to think, I grabbed her waist with one hand and her right hand with my left hand and pulled her to the center of the terrace and started jiving….. She was a bit stunned and blushed and resisted a bit, but then relaxed and started looking at my feet and legs trying to follow my steps. Now in real jiving one actually lightly puts one hand on the girl’s back under her shoulder and the girl does the same. Also, in jiving, the partners usually do not come face-to-face, but dance at an angle so the knees don’t escort kurtköy bang into one another. But I was interested in feeling her legs and coming close to her.
As I lifted my legs, she would also lift her legs and our knees and calves were lightly touching. Slowly, from jiving steps, I was gradually doing ball room steps, moving my hips, looking at which she also was moving her hips. My hard on was now clearly pushing my shorts and I am sure Reshma must have seen it. The whiskey she had drunk with coke was now affecting her as her steps were going wonky and her face was flushed. I could make out that she was holding my hand quite tightly to keep herself steady. I was gradually reducing the gap between our bodies by holding her waist tighter and tighter.
We kept moving in a slow rhythm and then it happened….. Her boobs finally touched my chest briefly. I thought she would pull away. But she did not. She was looking sideways and at times would look up. Every time she looked up, I would pull her a little closer. Now 2 things happened at almost the same time. Her nipples were touching my chest and as we moved slowly side to side, my erect dick was grazing the exact area where her pussy was, under her pajama. My rock hard lund grazed her pussy and I felt her pussy hair. I slowed down our hip movements as I had gone completely mad. I just wanted to let my dick push against her pussy…. I wanted to crush her boobs on my chest…. I wanted badly to kiss her….. Yes, there was no turning back now, I wanted very very badly to fuck Reshma!
As I drew her closer to me I had almost stopped moving my hips, while Reshma was still moving her hips a little. My hard lund was rubbing across her pussy from left to right….. I was trying hard to push my lund against her pussy. I was holding her with both hands around her waist and I didn’t realize that she had one hand over my shoulder and the other was hanging loosely. We now almost cheek to cheek. I could smell the shampoo on hair. Her big boobs were flattened against my chest. I was sure that she was feeling the hardness of dick on her pussy. She slowly stopped moving her hips and my dick was now pressing hard against her pussy, as, I was holding just below her waist, keeping her hips firmly stuck to my body. I could feel the precum wetness that was oozing from my dick. I slightly adjusted my position so that I could push my dick against her cunt hole. I was so hot with lust now that I could have torn off her clothes and fucked her hard and fast. But, I moved my hands below her waist and held her firm buttocks. For a moment, I could not believe that I am holding this incredibly young and beautiful girl so tight against me. I could feel her hard nipples now on my chest.
Now I was moving my hips in a front and back motion, rubbing between her pussy lobes. It was like I was fucking her with our clothes on. I kept pressing her buttocks so that her pussy was pushing against my dick. Reshma’s breathing was getting rough… she was breathing hard and I could almost feel her heart beating fast. In about 2 minutes of this rubbing motion against her pussy, all of a sudden something unbelievable happened. Reshma, let out a small grunt and her body went into spasms. She had shut her eyes, clenched her fists and her firm body was shivering in spasms. Reshma was having an orgasm. Probably her first. In about one minute, her spasms subsided and she almost went limp in my arms. I had to literally hold her up. Her legs had lost strength. So I lifted her up in my arms and carried her to the bedroom and laid her down on the bed. She covered her face with both her hands and was trying to catch her breath, still breathing hard. It was then that I noticed a big wet patch on her pyjama around the area of her pussy. So much liquid and wetness could not have been from my precum. This was her pussy that had squirted. I got a strong smell pussy juice. I touched the wet pajama on her pussy and she jerked again, saying no. no… please! Her voice was coming in a slur. That means she was quite drunk.
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