Ajay - My New Neighbor
I had no interest or intention to have a relationship for two years after the divorce. Even though I have a sexual urge and crave for it, I was managing with masturbation frequently. In my singlehood life again these stories played a good part in pacifying my urge. A few months back a young bachelor guy occupied next house. Initially, we were not having conversations. Later on, there were hi bye between us. In the meantime I came to know he is Ajay Kumar, a Ranchi guy, come to the city on a job. He was a handsome guy and with good manners. He never spoke or behaved anything like an adult guy. Generally, as I observed most adult guys try to act smart with women. Especially when a woman is single and staying alone at the next door. I had assumed him a decent guy. Once I was late from the office at around 11.30 pm. I had to cross his home before I reach my home. While I was walking towards home I accidentally happened to look into the open window of my new neighbor. I was taken aback. Ajay was watching porn video on his laptop, while he was taking himself a handjob. I could see his dick popping out between his fist. I felt awkward to see him in that position and I walked off. Somehow that view disturbed my mind. The effect of it felt when I went for sleep. Even though the day was filled loads of work and I was tired I was not getting sleep. The view of Ajay’s handjob, his dick and his red bulb popping out of his fist was coming into my mind. I had to finger myself for a long time before I sleep. That was the first huge orgasm for me while masturbating. From that day, I was getting carried away whenever I happened to see him or talk to him. I was getting restless each time we talked. Whenever I met him I was remembering his dick. That was making my breasts full, tighter and a feeling of butterflies in my abdomen. Without my knowledge, I was getting wet beneath. Since then I started to masturbate more frequently thinking of Ajay. I felt what I am missing in my age and my mind started to think of the extramarital affair. As the days passed I couldn’t resist myself from sexually indulging with Ajay. As a middle-aged woman, I was not in a position to discuss my intentions with him. After a lot of thinking, I found a way to make him also interested in me. That is to seduce him. I started to speak to him often. Most of the times I was managing to show my 34/30/36 curves by wearing skin fit dresses. In a few days, I could notice a change in Ajay as he was dragging our conversations. Also, he started to look at inappropriate places on my body. He changed the way he used to call me. Before he was calling me didi. After my adventure of seduction, he started to call me Ritika. I observed him looking into my breasts more often. That prompted me to show him my fair skinned cleavage and areola by wearing deep neck dresses. After all the exposing he started coming inside my home to stare at my body. It was the only success I had. I really wanted more from him. I wanted a good sexual relationship. I was so sure that he can satisfy my lust. He is a well-muscled guy and his dick was much longer and thicker than those I had come across. I was waiting for that magical day where Ajay explores my body and give me his manly thrusts. I finally had my luck when I caught liquor smell from him while he was home. I straight away asked him if he is drunk. He replied that he had consumed well before lunch and asked me if I don’t like. I said to him I don’t like if I am not included in the party. He laughed aloud and said we can party on Sunday noon. I agreed and offered home-cooked chicken against his party. I wanted to make the Sunday party a special one. For that, I had made preparation to look simple yet attractive. I had undergone skin tone treatment as well. I had cleared vast curly bush around my pussy. Sunday around 2 pm Ajay came home with a couple of bottles of beer and whiskey. By the time I had cooked chicken. We exchanged a few words and sat for partying. A couple of hours gone, I don’t know what is his intention was. But I was sure about my intentions. I wanted one last time with a man on the bed. On the day I saw him jerking off his dick my senses of eroticism woke up. I just imagined him every night I masturbated. At last, I found a topic of mutual interest when I saw a tattoo on his arm. I praised his tattoo and he was amused with that. Lucky for me is that he asked me back if I have a tattoo on me. Indeed I had a tattoo in the right place. I could seduce him such that he can feed my lustful intentions. I told him I have. He wanted to see. He asked if he can have a look at my tattoo which was on the upper part of my breast. Though I am a lusty woman I had to take care that he shouldn’t feel I am lusty. He was forcing me to show. Before I lose my opportunity, I agreed. I unzipped my sleeveless tank top from the back, dragged my sleeves off my shoulder so he can see the tattoo. Also part of my fairy breast and deep canal between my 34C melons. He was amused (don’t know sexually or for the tattoo). I was in a state of mind to offer him to take complete control of me and fuck me however he likes. For that reason, I preferably forgot to zip my top keeping my breasts fully visible except my nipple. He was cool after 2 pegs of whiskey. I was also cool. But my mind and body were lustier. I was acting as if I am in high on alcohol. That trick worked to suit my intention. I could see his shorts had a tent. Ajay was looking excited despite the alcohol. Ajay changed his place to next to me. My heart was pumping unusually as he sat next to me. I felt the first giggle when Ajay kept his hands over my half covered breast. He stealthily pulled my top uncovering my breast fully. He sat quietly for some time hoping for my reaction. I pretend the same as in high. Ajay was lustfully looking at uncovered part of my breast and my light brown nipples.