Hi and
welcome to this page, my name is Karthi I am a software engineer working in
Chennai. This is a real life experience of how I developed physical
relationship with a neighbour turned friend of mine Preeti.
As being a regular reader of ISS the post has
awakened me to share some of my experience in the real world for you people and
would like to narrate the above stated incident from the angle of Preeti as
much as possible More.
Hi my name is Preeti, Im 34 yearsI am a
divorcee mother of a 5-year-old boy. I am a very conventional house wife
married woman working for an accounting firm. I and my son reside at Guindy in
a gated community and my brother and his family lives with me occasionally as I
am a single parent head of the family.
Karthi, a 29 years unmarried man, lives in the
same floor of the building as we live. He is a 5, 7, fair young man of a lean
built appearance. The only time we acknowledge each other was when we met in
the lift and even then we just nodded. Before this event we were strangers and
did not know anything about each other.
One day as usual I was coming to the apartment
lift and I found my neighbhour Karthi in the lift. He realized I was
approaching him and opened the lift door for me to enter into it, i also joined
him in smiling and thanked him. I entered the lift when my son’s school called
me informing that he fell while at play, and he wanted me to visit the hospital
immediately. This time I was scared the moment I saw it right across my face,
tears rolled down my cheeks.
I was getting anxious to go to the hospital as
early as possible and was looking for a cab but none was available. Karthi saw
this and asked me what has happened. He said it to me after learning about the
accident of my son and handed out the keys of his car saying that it would be
better if I go soon.
I said
to him that I did not know how to drive hence he had to follow me to the
hospital.
We came to know there that having fallen down
the stairs, my son had fractured his arms. I was able to talk with the doctor
and did not want to be out of my son’s sight even for a moment.
Knowing this, Karthi went ahead to help me
with all the formalities that were required in the hospital and also brought us
dinner, medicine and fruits himself.
As it was still late, I said to him sincerely
and requested to go home. He agreed and I stayed home to take care of my son
that night, the following day I was free to go to the city.
The following morning he came to the hospital
brought us some breakfast and asked bout the health of my son. As I perceived
him to be kind and helpful I than opened up for him about son and his diseases.
I also became good friends with him after that and usually exchanged a few words
with him each time we met.
He always inquired about my son’s arms and his
well-being when we met and one or two times he came to play around the children
for several weekends which my son was in the hospital and my son and him also
became very close friends.
Later I came to know that he is a Bcom
Graduated native of Coimbatore but lives alone in Chennai for his job.
I offered to have lunch together with him once
in a while the weekends as my way of repaying him and he was always there to
help me whenever he could but my brother or friends were not around. Until
then, there was no sexual relationship between us two and we were just friends
until then.
The
following week, because of some rains, the ceiling of my home began to leak and
there was water on the floor. I asked Karthi if he had anyone he knew who could
fix the leak and he gave me some numbers and came along to inquire with them
since he was not busy and wanted to drive his car before he takes it for
servicing. I decided to go with this and I proceeded to visit several service
shops.
When i asked the serviceman, they said that
will take one week to repair the ceiling and they wanted us to go outside for
one week while theys plaster the entire ceiling.
This did not please me at all since I felt
awkward of having to spend a week in a hotel. Karthi being a good friend that
he is, he was the first to grasp the state of affairs and offered me his
apartment for a week. He being a civil also said that he would be moving to his
friend’s house for one week and the house would be empty for us and my son for
the week. I did not protest when making the setup because I was pleased with
them and got a bit apprehensive before accepting it. This was great help from
his side and he did without compromising me or putting me in the least of
uncomfortable position.
From this conversation, I and Karthi went to
my house and see its current condition and I found Karthi was moving some
furniture to avoid contact with dripping water.
The floor was wet by rain water and on a one
occasion he wanted to carry some heavy furniture on the floor, he slipped and
fell down on the floor, with all the furniture in his hands. He immediately
started bleeding as some of the nails also pierced his arms. I ran to him,
bandaged him slightly and then drove him to the hospital. Before we got to the
hospital In other words
we both
had hand-hold the whole journey and he was nearly dozing but was holding my
hand very tightly.
We visited the doctor and he said that my
child should remain idle for one week and should not move his hands anymore as
there was a hairline fracture on both his hands and legs and had several
stitches done on his joints, especially the right hand.
Upon hearing this I felt very bad. He could
have done so much for us and now not only has he developed blisters on his
hands but also he injured them as he tried to help me in lifting something up
So, I decided that for one week, I was going to cook for him and help him in
any way possible. He was a little reluctant at first and he was not in a
position to decline either. Therefore they both agreed to avail my help in
certain capacities.
The next day, I took my kid and would leave
him here and go straight to his house, clean up and give him food before
heading to the office around 11am. On the first day, he had a spoon to eat
with, which he held in his left which was not harmed but he then splattered
some food in his clothes. So the next day, I started feeding him with a spoon
so as to ensure that he complied with the diet I had set for him. This was when
both of us started getting some funny feeling and became a bit conscious.
As I was having this feeling, I couldn’t help
but not be a little excited about it. I was at last developing interest in a
man after 4 years of divorce. I used to like this man and wished to be around
him. But I also did not wish to impose anything in the process which could ruin
the good friendship that I had built with him and betray his trust. So I suppressed
the feelings of joy and made an attempt to look as nonchalant as I could
possibly muster.
He has
finished his dinner and now he desired to lie down in the sunshine for several
minutes. So I stood him up and get him to relocate to another area on the balcony.
To stand up, he had to use his left arm to put it behind my neck or around my
shoulder, I do not remember which one. That was when he touched me for the
first time and I simply reacted like a young girl in love. I blushed with young
hormones on the rampage within me and thoughts on what he was feeling about
this made me often glance and study his face. He was doing all he could to
ensure that he didn’t make eye contact with me and keep a straight face.
While we sat on the balcony, my neighbhour cum
friend said thanks for all my help and commented that he was in a way very glad
to have had this accident so that he could have leisure to spend some time with
me alone. I could have gone ahead and asked further to him why he said so but I
remained silent to avoid raising my voice. He had been staring at me from the
neck down, I felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to go in. Thus, I asked and
raised him with the same amount once more. This time he put his hand in my hip
; this is the next thing that happened between me and him.
At the time of the event, I was dressed in an
orange coloured cotton saree and this provided ample of chest area coverage.
However the part of my hips closer to the belly button was out.
Regarding my physical appearance, I am a 5ft 4
inches in height and of brown complexion. I am fairly built of small frame and
rather pale of complexion with regular features. Although, most of the public
men hardly notice me due to my dressing in traditional Ugandan dresses and
aloof character I always felt that I was sexually attractive and had a good
figure.
Now,
coming back to the story, while I was supporting Karthi to come back inside the
apartment, he placed his hands on the exposed side hips of mine. This made me
feel goose pimples all over my body. And I was pretty much confident that
Karthi also shared the same feeling. But I did not complain and started pulling
him a little closer to me with my other hand. Karthi took it as an encouraging
sign and as we moved closer to the apartment, I could feel him gripping my hip
bone. His thumb and index finger began massaging a pocket of flab on my belly
and I noticed his middle finger sliding in and out over my abdomen button.
Only in this very process that I was showered
thoroughly in this newly discovered pleasure, I was still piddling around
questioning whether it is right or not that I am doing it.
wasn’t I permitted to be happy after the
divorce? Will my actions impact on my son? Is involvement in the life of a
bachelor going to ruin the life that I lead as a bachelor?
Apparently, Karthi caught me staring deep in
thoughts and he removed his hand from my hips and started moving away from me.
That was not discussed between both of us
either. But, I went on supporting him in all the ways I could just to assist
him due to his averCCCC torn arm. We have dinner almost every day and even
discussed with each other the events of our daily, work and home experience. I
was able to learn that he was seeing a lady for 4 years and they called it quit
a year ago due to some issues from their families.
I spoke
about my ex-husband and problems which we had that led to our divorce. He was
an alcoholic and was taking this family to hell with drug as well as gambling
problems. My mother-in-law and my brother helped me to leave him and the
arrangement was made to get a new home in another city.
When we were gradually growing to become close
friends, we began joining each other in playing badminton, going shopping and
occasionally watching movies with my son. Likewise we went to the Pantaloons
clothing in the same way with the purpose of buying a dress for me and dress
for my son on his birthday. By now, Karthi joined me and helped, or rather
advised me to pick up a saree and salwar.
Well I did try many dresses and wore them down
to him to get his reactions and I could see his eyes check me out while
checking. We also observed sometime felt tension during shopping but didn’t let
it escalate to the extent as seen there.
Since I heard that he preferred orange, I got
an orange saree with a sleeveless blouse and narrated a situation whereby I
wanted to know his opinion on it. He saw that dress and so he just did not even
bother to utter a word for a while, and after being dumb folded for a while he
said it was fabulous. I liked this kind of compliment after being alone for
over 4 years and it took something inside me and I decided to open up more.
When fitting in the trial room one of the
dresses required a zip on the back side which required pulling from behind. I
could not talk to any of the ladies as none were around so I had to call
Karthi. It was beyond doubt that I was going wrong. But within me I desired his
company and rationalized that this was innocuous work, there was no ill will
from my side.
The
sleeveless top which had a small portion of navel was the only additional dress
I bought and I was mostly in my petticoat. The zip in the sleeveless top the
had fallen had to be pulled up. Karthi reached near that trail room. I invited
him to come into the room and assist me in putting the dress on and I shut the
door.
He entered a little happy and the corners of
his mouth, which curled up into the habitual smile, were clearly discernible.
And I looked back at him and gave him the half bear back movement. Karthi
appreciated by saying look good and even said that I should try going for a
slimmer size. I had a smile on my lips but inside I was fuming and did not say
anything back.
He moved slowly and came quite near to me
standing right behind me and was almost touching my neck. I sensed him zipping
up and down slowly and deliberately. I said to him, what is taking you so long,
he paused and said there is something on your back, and began rubbing my back
in the process of washing it. Once again I found myself over the moon. I could
not believe what was going on, yet at the same time, I wished it to happen in
the clandestine.
Now my bachelor neighbhour started caressing
with both his hands on my back and reached my navel from behind through the
dress. He was not joking when he said to me that I will be able to wear a dress
that is a level smaller than the current size I wear. His two huge palms were
nearly fitting in my abdomen and his fingers were almost getting into my panties.
While he was as far as touching and reaching my navel, he was hugging me
completely from behind. Further he kept his chin close to the face and put his
chin over the shoulders and he was almost touching the ears with the cheeks and
beard.
We both
had come to that stage where we no longer had to pretend and Karth also came to
realize it. Now his movements were rather daring and I began to pant. I was
staring at the both of us through the mirror staring at us and found myself
getting wet just by checking us out through the mirror.
He slowly moved his hand over my tummy and
then went up to my chest. He began blowing gently into my ears. I lost it
completely now and was throwing my hands behind to try and get hold of him. I
was grinding my waist on his pants sideways and felt a large lump. He also
began to twerking his manhood on my dress.
I undressed him from behind unidentified the
buttons of his pants from behind and was trying to put my hand into it. And he
took one hand from my chest and drew it in my ass. The other hand grabbed one
of my breasts over the bra even though the fabric was thick. He put one finger
into the bra to rub over my nipples. As with a wiper of the car, he began to
trace the contours of my nipples with his fingers from the right and left
sides. And his other hand went down my ass and found the wetness of my vagina
from the back. He was so soft spoken and at the same time so vulnerable.
Having fun in that way for some time, I too
wished to respond the same and with a lot of struggle did weaken the connection
and faced her.
Karthi
placed his hands on my shoulders from both sides and apologized if he had what
forced me into going this way and that he can stand down if that was what I
wanted. Listening to this I knew that it was not wrong simply because it was
lustful and that I actually liked him. I informed Karthi about this for the
first time that I loved him and then kissed him softly. He kissed back. We did
not speak, release words from our mouth, but we embraced each other being in
touch physically.
The shop was becoming crowded and we could
sense that from the noise that began from the outside. I said to Karthi, “Let’s
go home, I want you fully without any disturbance” He sighed deeply and smiled.
We both then proceeded to go home and have sex
several times. And it went on in several occasions. But that is a story for the
next part.
Thanks for reading.
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