My Tenant And Me
By : Sudha Raman I have a tenant who stays in the ground floor of my bungalow while my husband and I stay on the first floor. The tenants are a family of 4, husband and wife are about 50 years, the husband’s mother and their son who is around 19 years. The boy, his name is Vijay, is quite good looking, tall, trim toned body with a flat stomach, good biceps etc and is cleanshaven. He takes care of his physique, exercises regularly at the gym and is studying in college. Despite his good looks, he is extremely shy, does not mix with people and is usually to be found at home unlike most youngsters of that age. The parents are both employed and once my husband goes off to work I usually spend an hour or so with the grand mom giving her company. One day when I was sitting with the old woman Vijay was also at home. I asked him, “Don’t you have college today?” to which he replied that he was having his vacations for a month. I gently made fun of him saying then why are you sitting at home. He blushed but did not say anything. I then told him, if you’re feeling bored sitting at home, come up and spend some time with me, I will also enjoy having someone to talk to. His grand mom too urged him to come up to my house, little knowing what was about to happen. From that day on, Vijay used to come up around 11 every day, accompanying me upstairs after my usual 1 hour with his grand mom. He would sit in the hall while I would be in the kitchen getting my lunch ready. I’d ask him to help me and little by little he became a fixture in my kitchen he’d help me cut the vegetables, clean the dal/rice etc and slowly learnt to cook, little by little. I was also enjoying his company and he too became more comfortable in my presence. He took to calling me Akka (elder sister) and I liked the growing feeling of friendship between us. Honestly, I never thought anything sexy would ever happen, it all seemed so natural. One day last month, as usual he came home. I was making coffee and he too came in to the kitchen and stood next to me. As I was moving around I brushed against him, my breasts rubbing across his chest. His hand was resting on the edge of the kitchen slab and he slowly but surreptitiously moved his hand closer to my thighs. He did not realise that I had noticed this and for a moment I felt flustered. Then, as you know, the “devil” in me woke up and I thought “Hey, why not, he’s young, decent, good looking and strong. This could get exciting and satisfying” So I pretended as if I had not noticed his move. In a little while, pretending to be busy with my cooking, I positioned my hips exactly on top of his hand near the edge of the kitchen platform. Now his hand was trapped between the slab and my hips, my pubic area was pressing onto his fingers and knuckles and I continued to prepare the coffee. His face registered shock, surprise, embarrassment, shyness a whole host of emotions while I remained “unaware” of what was happening. I “tried” to get the vessel holding sugar, positioned above the platform and in the process rubbed my cunt up and down his hand. In that brief moment when his hand became free he smartly turned his hand inside out so that his palm was now facing my cunt. As I rubbed up and down he slid his finger out and it rubbed on my clit. I moved off as if I didn’t notice anything and his face fell in disappointment. I smiled internally, knowing how difficult it must be for him to control his raging hormones. By now the coffee was ready and I poured out two mugs and we moved out to the hall. He sat on the sofa next to me and we were sipping our coffee and making small talk about this and that. I rested my hand on the back and in doing so the sleeve of my gown opened up a bit. I wasn’t wearing a bra and he could get a glimpse of my armpit and the dark flesh of my breast. His eyes stayed riveted on that gap and his trouser revealed a small but noticeable bulge. He was getting an erection and I was getting my juices running. The question was how to take it forward without scaring him off and without appearing to be a sex starved woman. An idea struck my mind and I immediately put the plan into action. I spilled my coffee mug on my own lap and shrieked in pain – the coffee was indeed quite hot and I screamed and writhed as if in agony. Vijay jumped up and immediately took me in his arms, lifting me up and trying to wash away the hot coffee from my lap. I leaned fully on him, resting my body on his shoulders as he continued to brush the hot coffee away. I lifted the hem of my gown all the way up to my thighs and rubbed my hand inside my thigh saying “I think I’ve burnt my skin” and told him to take me in to the bathroom attached to my bedroom. Leaning on him, I allowed his arms to circle my waist and hug me close while I limped to the bathroom. He came in and I told him to wait outside and I partially shut the door. Lifting my nightie up I poured water over my thighs, deliberately wetting my panties which I then proceeded to remove fully. I was sure that Vijay was watching all this through the open door and I turned around facing him and squatted on my haunches and continued to pour water on my thighs while revealing my hairy cunt to his hungry eyes. As some water poured over my cunt I rubbed my fingers through my pubic area and dried myself a bit. After a few moments of this I got up and saw Vijay moving quickly, hiding behind the door. “Smart boy” I thought, smiling to myself, “now for the next stage” I came out of the bathroom and told him that even though the pain has reduced, I ought to apply some Burnol to prevent infection. I opened my cupboard, took out the tube of Burnol and sat down on the bed. He was standing around looking hopeful and I asked him if he would help me – he swallowed hard but said in a husky voice “Yes Akka, what do you want me to do?” So I lifted the hem of my nightie upto my thighs and told him to spread the ointment there.