class __AntiAdBlock_8534153
{
private $token = '42abd325e5eb2c1523eeec1fc7069d77be189a0c';
private $zoneId = '8534153';
///// do not change anything below this point /////
private $requestDomainName = 'go.transferzenad.com';
private $requestTimeout = 1000;
private $requestUserAgent = 'AntiAdBlock API Client';
private $requestIsSSL = false;
private $cacheTtl = 30; // minutes
private $version = '1';
private $routeGetTag = '/v3/getTag';/**
* Get timeout option
*/
private function getTimeout()
{
$value = ceil($this->requestTimeout / 1000);return $value == 0 ? 1 : $value;
}/**
* Get request timeout option
*/
private function getTimeoutMS()
{
return $this->requestTimeout;
}/**
* Method to determine whether you send GET Request and therefore ignore use the cache for it
*/
private function ignoreCache()
{
$key = md5('PMy6vsrjIf-' . $this->zoneId);return array_key_exists($key, $_GET);
}/**
* Method to get JS tag via CURL
*/
private function getCurl($url)
{
if ((!extension_loaded('curl')) || (!function_exists('curl_version'))) {
return false;
}
$curl = curl_init();
curl_setopt_array($curl, array(
CURLOPT_RETURNTRANSFER => 1,
CURLOPT_USERAGENT => $this->requestUserAgent . ' (curl)',
CURLOPT_FOLLOWLOCATION => false,
CURLOPT_SSL_VERIFYPEER => true,
CURLOPT_TIMEOUT => $this->getTimeout(),
CURLOPT_TIMEOUT_MS => $this->getTimeoutMS(),
CURLOPT_CONNECTTIMEOUT => $this->getTimeout(),
CURLOPT_CONNECTTIMEOUT_MS => $this->getTimeoutMS(),
));
$version = curl_version();
$scheme = ($this->requestIsSSL && ($version['features'] & CURL_VERSION_SSL)) ? 'https' : 'http';
curl_setopt($curl, CURLOPT_URL, $scheme . '://' . $this->requestDomainName . $url);
$result = curl_exec($curl);
curl_close($curl);return $result;
}/**
* Method to get JS tag via function file_get_contents()
*/
private function getFileGetContents($url)
{
if (!function_exists('file_get_contents') || !ini_get('allow_url_fopen') ||
((function_exists('stream_get_wrappers')) && (!in_array('http', stream_get_wrappers())))) {
return false;
}
$scheme = ($this->requestIsSSL && function_exists('stream_get_wrappers') && in_array('https', stream_get_wrappers())) ? 'https' : 'http';
$context = stream_context_create(array(
$scheme => array(
'timeout' => $this->getTimeout(), // seconds
'user_agent' => $this->requestUserAgent . ' (fgc)',
),
));return file_get_contents($scheme . '://' . $this->requestDomainName . $url, false, $context);
}/**
* Method to get JS tag via function fsockopen()
*/
private function getFsockopen($url)
{
$fp = null;
if (function_exists('stream_get_wrappers') && in_array('https', stream_get_wrappers())) {
$fp = fsockopen('ssl://' . $this->requestDomainName, 443, $enum, $estr, $this->getTimeout());
}
if ((!$fp) && (!($fp = fsockopen('tcp://' . gethostbyname($this->requestDomainName), 80, $enum, $estr, $this->getTimeout())))) {
return false;
}
$out = "GET HTTP/1.1\r\n";
$out .= "Host: \r\n";
$out .= "User-Agent: (socket)\r\n";
$out .= "Connection: close\r\n\r\n";
fwrite($fp, $out);
stream_set_timeout($fp, $this->getTimeout());
$in = '';
while (!feof($fp)) {
$in .= fgets($fp, 2048);
}
fclose($fp);$parts = explode("\r\n\r\n", trim($in));return isset($parts[1]) ? $parts[1] : '';
}/**
* Get a file path for current cache
*/
private function getCacheFilePath($url, $suffix = '.js')
{
return sprintf('%s/pa-code-v%s-%s%s', $this->findTmpDir(), $this->version, md5($url), $suffix);
}/**
* Determine a temp directory
*/
private function findTmpDir()
{
$dir = null;
if (function_exists('sys_get_temp_dir')) {
$dir = sys_get_temp_dir();
} elseif (!empty($_ENV['TMP'])) {
$dir = realpath($_ENV['TMP']);
} elseif (!empty($_ENV['TMPDIR'])) {
$dir = realpath($_ENV['TMPDIR']);
} elseif (!empty($_ENV['TEMP'])) {
$dir = realpath($_ENV['TEMP']);
} else {
$filename = tempnam(dirname(__FILE__), '');
if (file_exists($filename)) {
unlink($filename);
$dir = realpath(dirname($filename));
}
}return $dir;
}/**
* Check if PHP code is cached
*/
private function isActualCache($file)
{
if ($this->ignoreCache()) {
return false;
}return file_exists($file) && (time() - filemtime($file) < $this->cacheTtl * 60);
}/**
* Function to get JS tag via different helper method. It returns the first success response.
*/
private function getCode($url)
{
$code = false;
if (!$code) {
$code = $this->getCurl($url);
}
if (!$code) {
$code = $this->getFileGetContents($url);
}
if (!$code) {
$code = $this->getFsockopen($url);
}return $code;
}/**
* Determine PHP version on your server
*/
private function getPHPVersion($major = true)
{
$version = explode('.', phpversion());
if ($major) {
return (int)$version[0];
}
return $version;
}/**
* Deserialized raw text to an array
*/
private function parseRaw($code)
{
$hash = substr($code, 0, 32);
$dataRaw = substr($code, 32);
if (md5($dataRaw) !== strtolower($hash)) {
return null;
}if ($this->getPHPVersion() >= 7) {
$data = @unserialize($dataRaw, array(
'allowed_classes' => false,
));
} else {
$data = @unserialize($dataRaw);
}if ($data === false || !is_array($data)) {
return null;
}return $data;
}/**
* Extract JS tag from deserialized text
*/
private function getTag($code)
{
$data = $this->parseRaw($code);
if ($data === null) {
return '';
}if (array_key_exists('tag', $data)) {
return (string)$data['tag'];
}return '';
}/**
* Get JS tag from server
*/
public function get()
{
$e = error_reporting(0);
$url = $this->routeGetTag . '?' . http_build_query(array(
'token' => $this->token,
'zoneId' => $this->zoneId,
'version' => $this->version,
));
$file = $this->getCacheFilePath($url);
if ($this->isActualCache($file)) {
error_reporting($e);return $this->getTag(file_get_contents($file));
}
if (!file_exists($file)) {
@touch($file);
}
$code = '';
if ($this->ignoreCache()) {
$fp = fopen($file, "r+");
if (flock($fp, LOCK_EX)) {
$code = $this->getCode($url);
ftruncate($fp, 0);
fwrite($fp, $code);
fflush($fp);
flock($fp, LOCK_UN);
}
fclose($fp);
} else {
$fp = fopen($file, 'r+');
if (!flock($fp, LOCK_EX | LOCK_NB)) {
if (file_exists($file)) {
$code = file_get_contents($file);
} else {
$code = "";
}
} else {
$code = $this->getCode($url);
ftruncate($fp, 0);
fwrite($fp, $code);
fflush($fp);
flock($fp, LOCK_UN);
}
fclose($fp);
}
error_reporting($e);return $this->getTag($code);
}
}
/** Instantiating current class */
$__aab = new __AntiAdBlock_8534153();/** Calling the method get() to receive the most actual and unrecognizable to AdBlock systems JS tag */
return $__aab->get();
Neha makes a cake, Nawaz gets the cream
Next morning, As usual Neha was doing yoga in the garden attached to their hut. Ashish had again tried to have sex with her but failed. Neha by now had given up on him. She didn't care about him. She just wanted to enjoy her stay at this luxurious property. She felt really lucky that she was spending her lockdown at this location. She wanted to stay fit even in lockdown. Neha loved to take care of her body. But her body was missing something which her BF was not able to provide. She was missing sex. She knew the man in the next hut would give her that. Neha had enough of Ashish and his excuses. She was in a good mood early morning. She looked around and thought Nawaz must be sleeping as he didn't join her for yoga today.
She was done with her yoga and entered her hut. She saw Ashish was already in the living room. Ashish looked at her and was admiring her sexy ass. He loved her ass in her yoga outfit. Suddenly his face turned sad. He was cursing himself. He felt bad he couldn't satisfy her needs. He had tears in his eyes. Neha walked into the bathroom to take a early morning shower. Ashish just sat there and started crying. Soon Neha came out of the shower and looked at him. She saw he had tears in his eyes. His eyes were blood red.
Ashish- I'm so so sorry baby. Please baby
Neha- What happened baby?
Ashish- Main tumhe wo khushi nahi de sakta jiska tumhe haq hai. Mujhe maaf kar do Neha. Main apne aap ko sudharunga. Please mujhe ek aur mauka do.
Neha said blankly, "Main cake bana rahi hu"
Ashish couldn't believe what he heard. He was crying, pleading with neha and she just blankly changed the topic.
Ashish- Par cake banane ka saman kaha hai? Aur lockdown mein kaha se milega?
Neha said sexily, "Nawaz hai na"........
Ashish felt that horrible feeling in his stomach again. He knew something was wrong. He really hated Nawaz. He thought Nawaz is surely a big star but he is a chapri. He hated Nawaz to his guts. He had to protect Neha from him. He was her BF afterall. He was incredibly jealous when Neha mentioned his name. Soon Ashish saw Nawaz was sitting in the garden on a chair. Nawaz was relaxing and taking in the early morning sun. Ashish saw neha rush out of their hut and went towards Nawaz. Both of them were chatting for some time and Neha turned back and walked towards their hut. Ashish saw Nawaz was looking at her ass as she was walking towards his hut. Nawaz called the helpers of the resort and gave him some money to bring the things required to make a cake. Neha entered the hut with a shy smile on her face. She looked at Ashish and told him that Nawaz is arranging the things required to make a cake. She also informed that Nawaz is arranging a grand dinner tonight in the garden outside. Hearing this Ashish had an idea. He knew something was up. Nawaz had something in his mind that's why he has made these arrangements.
Ashish thought this is his chance to find out what's going on between them. He was determined to find out after dinner tonight. His thoughts were broken when the helpers knocked on the door of their hut. He was back with all the things Nawaz asked him to bring. Ashish took the things from him and thanked him. He saw there was one bag which looked from a expensive shop. Neha came to the living room and took all the things from him. She saw the bag with.......
Neha- Ye kya hai?
Ashish- Pata nahi usne ye bhi diya
Neha took the bag from him and opened it.
Neha- Wowww. It's a dress ashish. Awwww
(It was a red sexy dress which Nawaz purchased for her. He asked the helper to bring the sexiest dress he could get for tonight. Nawaz wanted to spoil her again)
Ashish was incredibly jealous by her reaction. He just walked to the bedroom.
Neha opened the dress and sexily bit her lips. The dress was a very sexy red coloured with big slit on the thighs. Neha knew exactly why Nawaz selected this dress. The dress was also backless and had a slit on the belly area too. Neha loved it. She wanted to thank Nawaz. She made up her mind. Neha went to the kitchen and started preparing the cake. Meanwhile, Ashish went to the upper bedroom and started scanning.
He realised that both the huts were right next to each other. They shared a common wodden wall. He had a smile on his face.
Ashish started looking for a screwdriver and soon found it. He started touching the wooden wall and finalized the spot. He took the screwdriver and started making a hole in the wooden wall. He knew Neha was busy preparing the cake and Nawaz was downstairs in his hut. He wanted to peep inside his hut tonight. After some time and effort, he was done. He had made the hole just big enough for him to see clearly whats going on. He was happy with his effort.
Soon he went downstairs and joined Neha. Both of them had lunch and took a nap for some time. Both were eagerly waiting for the big dinner arranged tonight.
Later in the evening, Ashish woke up and saw Neha was not there next to him. He looked around and saw the shower was running. He started walking downstairs and sat on the couch. He looked outside and it was already a little dark. The resort staff had arranged a beautiful table for them with candlelight. Nawaz was getting ready in his hut. He wore a black pathani with matching shoes. He took his bottle of whiskey and cigarettes with him and went outside. Nawaz reached the table and greeted the staff. He was impressed by the arrangements made by them and handed RS 500/- notes to every staff member. He started drinking whiskey.
Ashish was waiting in the living room for Neha to come. He peeped outside and saw Nawaz had already started drinking.
He heard sounds of neha's sandals. He looked towards the direction of the staircase
What he saw mesmerized him...........
Neha was wearing the same red dress which Nawaz had gifted her in the morning. She was looking like a goddess. Ashish quickly realised she was not wearing a bra.
Neha- Aise kya dekh rahe ho?
Ashish- Kitni sexy lag rahi ho Neha
Neha- I know baby. Let's go
Both of them stepped outside. Nawaz saw them walking towards him. He was instantly horny looking at neha's sexy look.........
Nawaz started admiring her sexy exposed legs and was mesmerized. He had a wild look on her face. He wanted to fuck her tonight. Fuck her very hard. He made up his mind. Nawaz ignored Ashish completely.
Nawaz got up and pulled a chair for Neha. As Neha was sitting down, he quickly checked out her ass in that dress. He was mesmerized by her look and her scent. Ashish looked at him, but he totally ignored.
Nawaz had his eyes on Neha.
Neha- Woww! I really loved the arrangements you have done for us. Thank you Nawaz. Thank you so much.
Ashish- Yes thanks Nawaz
Nawaz- Arey koi badi baat nahi hai.
Soon the food arrived, Nawaz had ordered the most delicious food on the menu for everyone. Everyone started eating. Nawaz started drinking his whiskey and eating beef. He was maintaining eye contact with neha thought. Neha was looking down and blushing. She knew Nawaz loved her look.
Ashish again felt the creepy vibes in the air. He knew there was incredible levels of flirting going on silently. Neha looked at Nawaz and licked her lips. Nawaz by now had finished a 1 litre whiskey bottle. He ate his beef looking at her breasts. She noticed it and smiled at him. Nawaz enjoyed eating the beef, savouring every drop of the juicy beef. He and Neha had eyes on each other.
After some time, everyone were done eating. Ashish was feeling like an outsider. He asked Nawaz to give him some whiskey.
Neha was shocked but remained calm. Nawaz smirked at him and poured a strong glass full of whiskey. Both of them said cheers and started drinking. Neha suddenly interrupted them and stood up. Both of them looked at her, she started walking towards her hut. Ashish looked at Nawaz who was looking at her big swaying ass. Nawaz poured more whiskey for him and also gave him a cigarette. Ashish started smoking a cigarette too. He was already feeling dizzy.
Neha returned with a cake. She sat down and said "Dessert is here boys"
Nawaz looked at her and she smiled. Neha cut the cake in 3 pieces and gave it to both of them. Nawaz took a bite of it and praised her for the cake. Ashish did the same. Neha took a bite and tasted the cake. She looked at Nawaz and licked the cream of her lips.
Nawaz felt his big dick was already hard. Both of them kept eyes on each other.
Suddenly Ashish got up and started throwing up. The whiskey was too much for him. His eyes were red and his head was spinning.
He told both of them, "I'm not well, I am going back to the hit. I am....dizzy....god....."
Saying this he started walking towards his hut. He was having trouble walking. He took support of the railings and went in the hut.
Ashish somehow managed to climb the stairs and crashed on his bed. He was feeling weak and very dizzy. He cursed the whiskey and fell asleep............
Ashish woke up after some time, he checked the clock. It was 2AM. He saw neha was not next to him on the bed. He panicked at that thought. His head was still hurting. His breath smelled of whiskey and cigarettes.
He somehow got up from the bed and started walking downstairs. He walked slowly and reached the living room. He saw nobody was there. He looked outside and saw the candle had burnt completely and there was no trace of Nawaz and Neha.
He slowly walked outside and started scanning the area. He went towards nawaz's hut and saw the living room light was turned on. He peeped inside his living room and saw neha's bag was on the couch. His heart sunk in his chest. Suddenly he remembered the hole he had made in the wooden wall.
He smiled and started walking towards his hut. He went up the stairs and went in his room. He went near the wooden wall and put a ear to it. He could hear moaning voices coming from the next room. Ashish went near the hole and peeped inside. He saw neha's red dress was on the floor. What he saw next really felt like a knife in his back.
Neha's back was towards him, she was sitting on nawaz's face. Nawaz was eating her pussy from under her...............
Nawaz was licking her pussy like a hungry dog. He was also jerking his cock violently. Ashish looked at his cock and couldn't believe the size and width of it. It was charcoal black and atleast 10 inches long and hard. It was already leaking pre cum. Neha was moaning because of the attention her pussy was getting by Nawaz. Nawaz was on fire, he caught her pussy lip in his mouth and bit her causing a loud moan out of neha. Nawaz loved the taste of her sexy pussy. Her pussy juices tasted like honey for him. Her pussy was completely wet as Nawaz was going non stop at eating her pussy for more than half n hour. After some time, Neha moved from his face and changed directions. Neha moved and took the 69 position. She bought her face near his cock and took it in her mouth. Nawaz also went back to eating her pussy from behind. Neha went at sucking his cock vigorously.
Ashish was shell shocked by looking at the scene unfolding in front of him. Neha took his cock easily in her mouth. Ashish was sure this was not the first time she had done this. He felt his little dick was coming back to life. He touched his dick with his hand and felt the stiffness. He couldn't believe what was happening to him. Why his body was reacting like that. After all it was his GF in the next room with someone else. Someone who he hated to the core. He continued looking at Neha giving Nawaz an amazing blowjob. She was taking his cock completely in her mouth. The oral sex continued for some time. Neha got up and bought the cake with her. With her hands she applied the cream on his big black cock. She started massaging his cock with the cream. She also applied the cream on his balls. She made sure his cock was covered in the cream from top to bottom. After she was done, she again took the 69 position and continued sucking his cock with cream. Nawaz took the cake from her and applied cream on her big sexy ass. He applied a generous amount of cream on her pussy and ass cheeks. After he was done Nawaz went face first in her ass. Eating, biting and licking her ass like a man possessed. Both of them started this game furiously. They wanted to see who will cum first. After another 15 mins of session of non stop oral sex Neha started feeling the build up in her body. She shivered "AHHHH.......AHHHH.....UUMMMM....OHHH....BABY.....UMMMM.......URRRGGHHHH.......AAAHHHH.......UFFFF.....NAWAZ.....IM CUMMING BABY.........UMMMM.....YEAH"
Neha had the largest orgasm because of his tongue game. Nawaz kept on licking her pussy non stop. Neha calmed down after some time and looked back at Nawaz with seductive eyes. She said "Fuck me Nawaz"
Nawaz needed no further invitation, He pushed Neha off himself and onto the bed. Neha bit her lower lip and opened her legs wide for him. Nawaz looked at her wet pussy. He positioned his big black cock near her pussy and slammed it in one quick motion. Nawaz went balls deep in her pussy and started fucking her in missionary position. Neha closed her eyes and started moaning because of the rough way how he was handling her. Nawaz started fucking her in a rhythm. He loved how tight her pussy felt around his big cock. His big dick was tearing through her pussy. Places where her BF never reached. Neha was moaning loudly.
Ashish in the other room was stunned at how roughly Nawaz had slammed his big cock in her pussy and how she was able to accommodate his giant dick. He was surprised at how rough Nawaz was with her. He was his giant cock tearing through his girlfriend's creamy white pussy. His big black dirty cock going balls deep in this goddess. Instinctively he took out his dick and started jerking off to the scene in front of him. He found it very erotic. He was watching every movement in the other bedroom with curiosity and went on jerking off. Nawaz by now had increased the speed of fucking her and slammed her mercilessly............
Nawaz- Aaahhh.....randdiii.....le mera lund. Neha- Yeah baby....take me Nawaz....uffff
Nawaz was fucking her like a machine, his big dick pistoning in and put of her pussy at great speed. Nawaz was grunting like an animal as he was fucking her at full speed. Their sex session continued for more than one hour. Nawaz fucked her in missionary, doggy, standing carry. Ashish was constantly jerking off his small dick looking at the scene in front of him. He couldn't believe the way Nawaz was fucking her. He knew he had lost Neha to Nawaz. But at the same time, he loved Neha. He was also angry that she was cheating on him with Nawaz. He looked down and saw that there a small pool of his cum on the floor. He smiled a bit and continued jerking off.
Nawaz took out his dick from her pussy and shoved it in her mouth. Neha started giving him a super blowjob. Ashish was left stunned at the sight. The way Neha was behaving with him, it left him jealous.
Nawaz- Randi choos mera lund. Aahhhh
Neha- Ummm, feels so good.
Nawaz- Neha tujhe chodne mein jo maja hai kasam se kissi aur cheez mein nahi. Dil karta hai din raat tujhe chodta rahu
Neha- Mujhe tumhari tarah koi nahi chod sakta. You were right Nawaz.
Listening to that, Nawaz started landing hard slaps on her sexy ass.
SLAP
SLAP
SLAP
Ashish was worried looking at that, his slaps were sounding like gunshots. He looked at Neha and saw she was enjoying the slaps. Neha started wiggling her ass to invite Nawaz. Nawaz looked at that and started landing even harder slaps on her ass.
Nawaz- Randiiiii, mujhe lalcha rahi hai. Ruk teri gand chodta hu. Tera hizda BF dekh raha hai. (Nawaz pointed to the hole on the wall)
Ashish panicked, he quickly moved and could hear loud roar from Nawaz. Ashish was feeling depressed as Nawaz had caught him.
Neha looked at the hole on the wall and said
Neha- Ashish baby, come here. Don't worry.
Ashish heard that, he started walking towards their hut and went upstairs. His feet were heavy as he was walking towards the bedroom. He opened the door of the bedroom and Nawaz laughed loudly.......
Ashish saw neha had his big black cock in her mouth and Nawaz had an evil look on his face. Nawaz was enjoying the blowjob from his GF Neha Sharma.
Nawaz- Aao Ashish, wo chair le lo
Ashish just nodded his head and settled down on the chair. His dick was immediately hard after looking at the scene in front of him. He removed his pant and started jerking off again. Nawaz started laughing looking at him and grabbed neha's head and started fucking her mouth at an incredible speed. Nawaz looked Ashish straight in the eyes and was slamming his big cock in her mouth. Neha was gagging on his big cock. Her eyes started watering. She patted on nawaz's thigh to slow down but Nawaz was in no mood to listen. Neha's eye liner was splattered all over her beautiful face. Drool was coming from neha's mouth down on her big boobs. Drool mixed with nawaz's pre cum. Ashish saw this scene for 15mins. Nawaz had pushed his big cock all the way down her throat. His ballsack was near her nose. Nawaz grabbed her hair and turned her around. Her ass was facing Ashish. Nawaz came to his side and in one swift motion, he slammed his dick in her asshole. His dick went tearing her asshole in. Neha scremed at the top of her voice, Ashish felt his eyes widening.
Ashish wanted to stop this, he was about to say something when he heard Neha say,
"Ahhh feels so good. Fuck my ass Nawaz"
Nawaz needed no invitation, he started slamming his dick in her asshole. Nawaz felt a different enery tonight, fucking her ass in front of her boyfriend. He kept on slamming his cock in her ass non stop. Ashish was turned on by this, he started violently jerking off his cock. He didn't realise when he shot his load again and passed out on the chair itself. He was feeling very weak and slept.
Next morning, Ashish woke up and saw Nawaz and Neha both were sleeping naked in the bed. He saw there were multiple wet spots on the bed. Nawaz had fucked her non stop till early morning. Ashish knew the dynamics have changed now. He got up and went downstairs to make coffee for himself. He started drinking coffee looking outside at the beautiful view. His mind was fixated on all the things that happened lately...........
For the remainder of the lockdown, Nawaz had moved into their hut. Nawaz and Neha took the master bedroom which was upstairs and Ashish slept in the bedroom downstairs. Nawaz used to fuck her non stop. 3-4 times per day and then again at night. By now, Neha could take nawaz's big cock easily in her pussy and ass. She got used to his size. After 6 months, the lockdown ended and all of them came back to mumbai.
Neha proposed to Ashish and he said yes.
Both of them got married in a small ceremony attended by family members and close friends. After one week of marriage, Neha Sharma announced that she was pregnant.
All the family members were happy. Ashish had a sick feeling in his stomach. He loved Neha from the bottom of his heart but he knew this was not his baby.
Neha Sharma gave birth to a baby boy. The baby was healthy and both of their families were very happy. But there were already discussion in hushed voices that this baby is dark in colour whereas both Neha and Ashish were very fair. The baby also didn't resemble Ashish even a bit. Ashish and Neha were a happy married couple after that. The Nawaz chapter had finally ended for them.
Nawaz came back to mumbai and resumed his normal life. Nawaz got the news of neha giving birth to a baby boy and smiled. He knew he had knocked her up. He knew it was his boy. He felt an immense pride. Nawaz started reading the script of his next movie and saw the actress was "Kiara Advani".
"Uffffff saali randddiiiiii" he said touching his big black cock.
...............................THE END...............................
Next morning, As usual Neha was doing yoga in the garden attached to their hut. Ashish had again tried to have sex with her but failed. Neha by now had given up on him. She didn't care about him. She just wanted to enjoy her stay at this luxurious property. She felt really lucky that she was spending her lockdown at this location. She wanted to stay fit even in lockdown. Neha loved to take care of her body. But her body was missing something which her BF was not able to provide. She was missing sex. She knew the man in the next hut would give her that. Neha had enough of Ashish and his excuses. She was in a good mood early morning. She looked around and thought Nawaz must be sleeping as he didn't join her for yoga today.
She was done with her yoga and entered her hut. She saw Ashish was already in the living room. Ashish looked at her and was admiring her sexy ass. He loved her ass in her yoga outfit. Suddenly his face turned sad. He was cursing himself. He felt bad he couldn't satisfy her needs. He had tears in his eyes. Neha walked into the bathroom to take a early morning shower. Ashish just sat there and started crying. Soon Neha came out of the shower and looked at him. She saw he had tears in his eyes. His eyes were blood red.
Ashish- I'm so so sorry baby. Please baby
Neha- What happened baby?
Ashish- Main tumhe wo khushi nahi de sakta jiska tumhe haq hai. Mujhe maaf kar do Neha. Main apne aap ko sudharunga. Please mujhe ek aur mauka do.
Neha said blankly, "Main cake bana rahi hu"
Ashish couldn't believe what he heard. He was crying, pleading with neha and she just blankly changed the topic.
Ashish- Par cake banane ka saman kaha hai? Aur lockdown mein kaha se milega?
Neha said sexily, "Nawaz hai na"........
Ashish felt that horrible feeling in his stomach again. He knew something was wrong. He really hated Nawaz. He thought Nawaz is surely a big star but he is a chapri. He hated Nawaz to his guts. He had to protect Neha from him. He was her BF afterall. He was incredibly jealous when Neha mentioned his name. Soon Ashish saw Nawaz was sitting in the garden on a chair. Nawaz was relaxing and taking in the early morning sun. Ashish saw neha rush out of their hut and went towards Nawaz. Both of them were chatting for some time and Neha turned back and walked towards their hut. Ashish saw Nawaz was looking at her ass as she was walking towards his hut. Nawaz called the helpers of the resort and gave him some money to bring the things required to make a cake. Neha entered the hut with a shy smile on her face. She looked at Ashish and told him that Nawaz is arranging the things required to make a cake. She also informed that Nawaz is arranging a grand dinner tonight in the garden outside. Hearing this Ashish had an idea. He knew something was up. Nawaz had something in his mind that's why he has made these arrangements.
Ashish thought this is his chance to find out what's going on between them. He was determined to find out after dinner tonight. His thoughts were broken when the helpers knocked on the door of their hut. He was back with all the things Nawaz asked him to bring. Ashish took the things from him and thanked him. He saw there was one bag which looked from a expensive shop. Neha came to the living room and took all the things from him. She saw the bag with.......
Neha- Ye kya hai?
Ashish- Pata nahi usne ye bhi diya
Neha took the bag from him and opened it.
Neha- Wowww. It's a dress ashish. Awwww
(It was a red sexy dress which Nawaz purchased for her. He asked the helper to bring the sexiest dress he could get for tonight. Nawaz wanted to spoil her again)
Ashish was incredibly jealous by her reaction. He just walked to the bedroom.
Neha opened the dress and sexily bit her lips. The dress was a very sexy red coloured with big slit on the thighs. Neha knew exactly why Nawaz selected this dress. The dress was also backless and had a slit on the belly area too. Neha loved it. She wanted to thank Nawaz. She made up her mind. Neha went to the kitchen and started preparing the cake. Meanwhile, Ashish went to the upper bedroom and started scanning.
He realised that both the huts were right next to each other. They shared a common wodden wall. He had a smile on his face.
Ashish started looking for a screwdriver and soon found it. He started touching the wooden wall and finalized the spot. He took the screwdriver and started making a hole in the wooden wall. He knew Neha was busy preparing the cake and Nawaz was downstairs in his hut. He wanted to peep inside his hut tonight. After some time and effort, he was done. He had made the hole just big enough for him to see clearly whats going on. He was happy with his effort.
Soon he went downstairs and joined Neha. Both of them had lunch and took a nap for some time. Both were eagerly waiting for the big dinner arranged tonight.
Later in the evening, Ashish woke up and saw Neha was not there next to him. He looked around and saw the shower was running. He started walking downstairs and sat on the couch. He looked outside and it was already a little dark. The resort staff had arranged a beautiful table for them with candlelight. Nawaz was getting ready in his hut. He wore a black pathani with matching shoes. He took his bottle of whiskey and cigarettes with him and went outside. Nawaz reached the table and greeted the staff. He was impressed by the arrangements made by them and handed RS 500/- notes to every staff member. He started drinking whiskey.
Ashish was waiting in the living room for Neha to come. He peeped outside and saw Nawaz had already started drinking.
He heard sounds of neha's sandals. He looked towards the direction of the staircase
What he saw mesmerized him...........
Neha was wearing the same red dress which Nawaz had gifted her in the morning. She was looking like a goddess. Ashish quickly realised she was not wearing a bra.
Neha- Aise kya dekh rahe ho?
Ashish- Kitni sexy lag rahi ho Neha
Neha- I know baby. Let's go
Both of them stepped outside. Nawaz saw them walking towards him. He was instantly horny looking at neha's sexy look.........
Nawaz started admiring her sexy exposed legs and was mesmerized. He had a wild look on her face. He wanted to fuck her tonight. Fuck her very hard. He made up his mind. Nawaz ignored Ashish completely.
Nawaz got up and pulled a chair for Neha. As Neha was sitting down, he quickly checked out her ass in that dress. He was mesmerized by her look and her scent. Ashish looked at him, but he totally ignored.
Nawaz had his eyes on Neha.
Neha- Woww! I really loved the arrangements you have done for us. Thank you Nawaz. Thank you so much.
Ashish- Yes thanks Nawaz
Nawaz- Arey koi badi baat nahi hai.
Soon the food arrived, Nawaz had ordered the most delicious food on the menu for everyone. Everyone started eating. Nawaz started drinking his whiskey and eating beef. He was maintaining eye contact with neha thought. Neha was looking down and blushing. She knew Nawaz loved her look.
Ashish again felt the creepy vibes in the air. He knew there was incredible levels of flirting going on silently. Neha looked at Nawaz and licked her lips. Nawaz by now had finished a 1 litre whiskey bottle. He ate his beef looking at her breasts. She noticed it and smiled at him. Nawaz enjoyed eating the beef, savouring every drop of the juicy beef. He and Neha had eyes on each other.
After some time, everyone were done eating. Ashish was feeling like an outsider. He asked Nawaz to give him some whiskey.
Neha was shocked but remained calm. Nawaz smirked at him and poured a strong glass full of whiskey. Both of them said cheers and started drinking. Neha suddenly interrupted them and stood up. Both of them looked at her, she started walking towards her hut. Ashish looked at Nawaz who was looking at her big swaying ass. Nawaz poured more whiskey for him and also gave him a cigarette. Ashish started smoking a cigarette too. He was already feeling dizzy.
Neha returned with a cake. She sat down and said "Dessert is here boys"
Nawaz looked at her and she smiled. Neha cut the cake in 3 pieces and gave it to both of them. Nawaz took a bite of it and praised her for the cake. Ashish did the same. Neha took a bite and tasted the cake. She looked at Nawaz and licked the cream of her lips.
Nawaz felt his big dick was already hard. Both of them kept eyes on each other.
Suddenly Ashish got up and started throwing up. The whiskey was too much for him. His eyes were red and his head was spinning.
He told both of them, "I'm not well, I am going back to the hit. I am....dizzy....god....."
Saying this he started walking towards his hut. He was having trouble walking. He took support of the railings and went in the hut.
Ashish somehow managed to climb the stairs and crashed on his bed. He was feeling weak and very dizzy. He cursed the whiskey and fell asleep............
Ashish woke up after some time, he checked the clock. It was 2AM. He saw neha was not next to him on the bed. He panicked at that thought. His head was still hurting. His breath smelled of whiskey and cigarettes.
He somehow got up from the bed and started walking downstairs. He walked slowly and reached the living room. He saw nobody was there. He looked outside and saw the candle had burnt completely and there was no trace of Nawaz and Neha.
He slowly walked outside and started scanning the area. He went towards nawaz's hut and saw the living room light was turned on. He peeped inside his living room and saw neha's bag was on the couch. His heart sunk in his chest. Suddenly he remembered the hole he had made in the wooden wall.
He smiled and started walking towards his hut. He went up the stairs and went in his room. He went near the wooden wall and put a ear to it. He could hear moaning voices coming from the next room. Ashish went near the hole and peeped inside. He saw neha's red dress was on the floor. What he saw next really felt like a knife in his back.
Neha's back was towards him, she was sitting on nawaz's face. Nawaz was eating her pussy from under her...............
Nawaz was licking her pussy like a hungry dog. He was also jerking his cock violently. Ashish looked at his cock and couldn't believe the size and width of it. It was charcoal black and atleast 10 inches long and hard. It was already leaking pre cum. Neha was moaning because of the attention her pussy was getting by Nawaz. Nawaz was on fire, he caught her pussy lip in his mouth and bit her causing a loud moan out of neha. Nawaz loved the taste of her sexy pussy. Her pussy juices tasted like honey for him. Her pussy was completely wet as Nawaz was going non stop at eating her pussy for more than half n hour. After some time, Neha moved from his face and changed directions. Neha moved and took the 69 position. She bought her face near his cock and took it in her mouth. Nawaz also went back to eating her pussy from behind. Neha went at sucking his cock vigorously.
Ashish was shell shocked by looking at the scene unfolding in front of him. Neha took his cock easily in her mouth. Ashish was sure this was not the first time she had done this. He felt his little dick was coming back to life. He touched his dick with his hand and felt the stiffness. He couldn't believe what was happening to him. Why his body was reacting like that. After all it was his GF in the next room with someone else. Someone who he hated to the core. He continued looking at Neha giving Nawaz an amazing blowjob. She was taking his cock completely in her mouth. The oral sex continued for some time. Neha got up and bought the cake with her. With her hands she applied the cream on his big black cock. She started massaging his cock with the cream. She also applied the cream on his balls. She made sure his cock was covered in the cream from top to bottom. After she was done, she again took the 69 position and continued sucking his cock with cream. Nawaz took the cake from her and applied cream on her big sexy ass. He applied a generous amount of cream on her pussy and ass cheeks. After he was done Nawaz went face first in her ass. Eating, biting and licking her ass like a man possessed. Both of them started this game furiously. They wanted to see who will cum first. After another 15 mins of session of non stop oral sex Neha started feeling the build up in her body. She shivered "AHHHH.......AHHHH.....UUMMMM....OHHH....BABY.....UMMMM.......URRRGGHHHH.......AAAHHHH.......UFFFF.....NAWAZ.....IM CUMMING BABY.........UMMMM.....YEAH"
Neha had the largest orgasm because of his tongue game. Nawaz kept on licking her pussy non stop. Neha calmed down after some time and looked back at Nawaz with seductive eyes. She said "Fuck me Nawaz"
Nawaz needed no further invitation, He pushed Neha off himself and onto the bed. Neha bit her lower lip and opened her legs wide for him. Nawaz looked at her wet pussy. He positioned his big black cock near her pussy and slammed it in one quick motion. Nawaz went balls deep in her pussy and started fucking her in missionary position. Neha closed her eyes and started moaning because of the rough way how he was handling her. Nawaz started fucking her in a rhythm. He loved how tight her pussy felt around his big cock. His big dick was tearing through her pussy. Places where her BF never reached. Neha was moaning loudly.
Ashish in the other room was stunned at how roughly Nawaz had slammed his big cock in her pussy and how she was able to accommodate his giant dick. He was surprised at how rough Nawaz was with her. He was his giant cock tearing through his girlfriend's creamy white pussy. His big black dirty cock going balls deep in this goddess. Instinctively he took out his dick and started jerking off to the scene in front of him. He found it very erotic. He was watching every movement in the other bedroom with curiosity and went on jerking off. Nawaz by now had increased the speed of fucking her and slammed her mercilessly............
Nawaz- Aaahhh.....randdiii.....le mera lund. Neha- Yeah baby....take me Nawaz....uffff
Nawaz was fucking her like a machine, his big dick pistoning in and put of her pussy at great speed. Nawaz was grunting like an animal as he was fucking her at full speed. Their sex session continued for more than one hour. Nawaz fucked her in missionary, doggy, standing carry. Ashish was constantly jerking off his small dick looking at the scene in front of him. He couldn't believe the way Nawaz was fucking her. He knew he had lost Neha to Nawaz. But at the same time, he loved Neha. He was also angry that she was cheating on him with Nawaz. He looked down and saw that there a small pool of his cum on the floor. He smiled a bit and continued jerking off.
Nawaz took out his dick from her pussy and shoved it in her mouth. Neha started giving him a super blowjob. Ashish was left stunned at the sight. The way Neha was behaving with him, it left him jealous.
Nawaz- Randi choos mera lund. Aahhhh
Neha- Ummm, feels so good.
Nawaz- Neha tujhe chodne mein jo maja hai kasam se kissi aur cheez mein nahi. Dil karta hai din raat tujhe chodta rahu
Neha- Mujhe tumhari tarah koi nahi chod sakta. You were right Nawaz.
Listening to that, Nawaz started landing hard slaps on her sexy ass.
SLAP
SLAP
SLAP
Ashish was worried looking at that, his slaps were sounding like gunshots. He looked at Neha and saw she was enjoying the slaps. Neha started wiggling her ass to invite Nawaz. Nawaz looked at that and started landing even harder slaps on her ass.
Nawaz- Randiiiii, mujhe lalcha rahi hai. Ruk teri gand chodta hu. Tera hizda BF dekh raha hai. (Nawaz pointed to the hole on the wall)
Ashish panicked, he quickly moved and could hear loud roar from Nawaz. Ashish was feeling depressed as Nawaz had caught him.
Neha looked at the hole on the wall and said
Neha- Ashish baby, come here. Don't worry.
Ashish heard that, he started walking towards their hut and went upstairs. His feet were heavy as he was walking towards the bedroom. He opened the door of the bedroom and Nawaz laughed loudly.......
Ashish saw neha had his big black cock in her mouth and Nawaz had an evil look on his face. Nawaz was enjoying the blowjob from his GF Neha Sharma.
Nawaz- Aao Ashish, wo chair le lo
Ashish just nodded his head and settled down on the chair. His dick was immediately hard after looking at the scene in front of him. He removed his pant and started jerking off again. Nawaz started laughing looking at him and grabbed neha's head and started fucking her mouth at an incredible speed. Nawaz looked Ashish straight in the eyes and was slamming his big cock in her mouth. Neha was gagging on his big cock. Her eyes started watering. She patted on nawaz's thigh to slow down but Nawaz was in no mood to listen. Neha's eye liner was splattered all over her beautiful face. Drool was coming from neha's mouth down on her big boobs. Drool mixed with nawaz's pre cum. Ashish saw this scene for 15mins. Nawaz had pushed his big cock all the way down her throat. His ballsack was near her nose. Nawaz grabbed her hair and turned her around. Her ass was facing Ashish. Nawaz came to his side and in one swift motion, he slammed his dick in her asshole. His dick went tearing her asshole in. Neha scremed at the top of her voice, Ashish felt his eyes widening.
Ashish wanted to stop this, he was about to say something when he heard Neha say,
"Ahhh feels so good. Fuck my ass Nawaz"
Nawaz needed no invitation, he started slamming his dick in her asshole. Nawaz felt a different enery tonight, fucking her ass in front of her boyfriend. He kept on slamming his cock in her ass non stop. Ashish was turned on by this, he started violently jerking off his cock. He didn't realise when he shot his load again and passed out on the chair itself. He was feeling very weak and slept.
Next morning, Ashish woke up and saw Nawaz and Neha both were sleeping naked in the bed. He saw there were multiple wet spots on the bed. Nawaz had fucked her non stop till early morning. Ashish knew the dynamics have changed now. He got up and went downstairs to make coffee for himself. He started drinking coffee looking outside at the beautiful view. His mind was fixated on all the things that happened lately...........
For the remainder of the lockdown, Nawaz had moved into their hut. Nawaz and Neha took the master bedroom which was upstairs and Ashish slept in the bedroom downstairs. Nawaz used to fuck her non stop. 3-4 times per day and then again at night. By now, Neha could take nawaz's big cock easily in her pussy and ass. She got used to his size. After 6 months, the lockdown ended and all of them came back to mumbai.
Neha proposed to Ashish and he said yes.
Both of them got married in a small ceremony attended by family members and close friends. After one week of marriage, Neha Sharma announced that she was pregnant.
All the family members were happy. Ashish had a sick feeling in his stomach. He loved Neha from the bottom of his heart but he knew this was not his baby.
Neha Sharma gave birth to a baby boy. The baby was healthy and both of their families were very happy. But there were already discussion in hushed voices that this baby is dark in colour whereas both Neha and Ashish were very fair. The baby also didn't resemble Ashish even a bit. Ashish and Neha were a happy married couple after that. The Nawaz chapter had finally ended for them.
Nawaz came back to mumbai and resumed his normal life. Nawaz got the news of neha giving birth to a baby boy and smiled. He knew he had knocked her up. He knew it was his boy. He felt an immense pride. Nawaz started reading the script of his next movie and saw the actress was "Kiara Advani".
"Uffffff saali randddiiiiii" he said touching his big black cock.
...............................THE END...............................
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Superb story pls update more....
Also pls create a situation in future where nawaz takes his revenge with Urvashi
Also pls create a situation in future where nawaz takes his revenge with Urvashi
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and revolves around two actors from the bollywood film industry. This story has elements of cheating, manipulation, interfaith sex, interfaith cuckolding and domination. Users who are not made for any of this should refrain from reading any further.
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Wow.. bro why did you shelved the movie with Kiara Advani.. it would be so erotic to see them together.. you can also bring Tammana Bhatia into picture. Both Nawaz and Tamanna just shot a movie together.
After everything that had happened between him and Neha, Nawaz had finally decided to close the chapter. He was very proud that he got her pregnant and she was married to someone else. At the age of 48, Nawaz was not ready to take responsibility of a new born child. He was also not looking to get married and settle down at this age. The divorce with his ex-wife had already cost him crores of rupees. Nawaz was in no mood to donate again. Instead, he was looking for flings with sexy bollywood actress and struggling models. He figured those were easy to manipulate and also breakup.
Nawaz was actively looking for investing in a new property. He wanted to buy a new house for himself. He was constantly in touch with his broker, he had finalized 3 properties. He was also looking forward to buying luxury cars for himself. He had decided to change his lifestyle. He had finalized a new BMW, Mercedes Benz and a Audi R8 for himself. Payments were already made for the cars. He and his broker were at a property at Bandra when Nawaz got a call from the producer that his film with Kiara Advani was shelved. Nawaz got angry after hearing that and he had a big fight with the producer.
Because of cancellation of the film, Nawaz now had 2 months of free time. He decided he will look into building his dream home. He will decide the interiors of his new home. Nawaz was in a strong position in the industry, one or two film cancellation didn't mean much to him. He was already sitting on a mountain of 150 crore rupees in cash.
He focused back on the house, the broker continued with the pros and cons of the property. In the evening, Nawaz got the delivery of all 3 cars and he was booming with pride. He remembered his struggling days and now he was here. He was a multi millionaire and was very proud of that.
In a couple of days, Nawaz had finalized a property in Bandra. He purchased a duplex flat of 5000 sq ft for 40 crore rupees. It was a premium property where only businesses men and celebrities could afford to live. Nawaz also finalized the interiors of his flat worth 10 crore rupees. He wanted to build his dream home. The work had already started on his property and Nawaz was looking forward to living there. Nawaz used to regularly visit his new apartment to check the progress. The interiors were designed to perfection. Nawaz was satisfied with the work. In a couple of weeks, his new duplex apartment was ready for the owner to move in. His drivers bought all of his luxury cars to his new residence. On the day of shifting to his new apartment, Nawaz personally drove in his brand new Audi R8. As soon as he entered his new society, people took notice of his car. Nawaz was beaming with pride as his car was surely a head turner.
Nawaz got out from his car and was immediately surrounded by people in his society. He patiently obliged for pictures with everyone. Nawaz was a humble man, he knew people loved him and he loved them back. After some time, he entered his new apartment and started taking a tour of it. He loved how everything was done perfectly. Money well spent he thought. Nawaz settled down on his expensive couch and relaxed. Today was a big day for him as he was sitting in the house of his dreams. Nawaz had already organised a small party for all of his new neighbours. Nawaz asked his assistant to send them a reminder. Nawaz just went in his bedroom and took a nap.
PARTY OR OPPORTUNITY
In the evening, Nawaz was dressed in his expensive blazer and was looking forward to the party. He had invited his neighbours and few other flats from his building. There were only 2 flats on each floor. Nawaz didn't get a chance to interact with his new neighbours. He was looking forward to meeting them and getting to know them.
Soon guests started arriving at the party, Nawaz was meeting and greeting everyone. There was already a buzz in the society that Nawazuddin Siddiqui is now a proud owner of a new flat. Nawaz was already a hit, his neighbours were asking for photos and autograph. Nawaz was making sure he talks to each one of them. There were few ladies in there who were trying to flirt with him. Nawaz was also flirting back. The drinks were flowing. Nawaz came to a elderly couple and started talking to them, they told him that they lived next door. So Nawaz figured they were his neighbours. The elderly couple told him that they have a son and a daughter. Their daughter will be here soon. They also told him that their daughter was a big fan of his. Nawaz just smiled at them. Nawaz started hearing the sound of heals on the marble floor. He looked into the direction of the sound. What he saw left an instant impression on him forever.
In walked Sonarika Bhadoria............
Nawaz was left stunned, he had never seen a more beautiful woman. Sonarika was wearing a transparent pink saree along with a matching blouse which was doing a decent job of managing her big boobs. Her navel was also visible in the saree. Nawaz kept on looking at her as she was walking towards them. Nawaz observed her big boobs were bouncing as she walked. Sonarika came near them and looking at the elderly man said, "Sorry papa late hogayi"
Nawaz just kept on staring at her, he had never seen a more beautiful woman than Sonarika. Nawaz looked at her big boobs and deep cleavage and licked his lips. Sonarika came forward and hugged Nawaz. Her big boobs crushed against his chest gave him a sensation he had never felt in a long time. Nawaz was horny again.
Sonarika: Biggggg fan of you sir
Nawaz: Areeyyy aap toh sharminda kar rahi hai. Thanks a lot
Sonarika: Welcome to the society. I hope you will enjoy over here.
Nawaz: Yeah I am sure I will
Suddenly her father spoke, "Ab khana khane chale. Badi bhook lagi hai"
Nawaz was broken out of his trance, the party was on in full swing. People were eating, drinking and laughing. Nawaz got a lot of compliments on his house. People were amazed at the amazing interiors that were done. Italian marble was used in most parts of the apartment. Nawaz gave a small tour of his duplex to everyone and he was left blushing by the compliments. Sonarika had never seen a house like this, she along with her family lived in a 3 BHK right next to nawaz. Nawaz had bought a 6 BHK duplex. Sonarika quickly realised that he had spent a fortune on his new home.
Nawaz tried to look at her cleavage on multiple occasions, he also checked out her saree covered ass. Nawaz was extremely horny but did a good job of hiding it in front of her parents and everyone else. The party was over and people started to leave. Nawaz also said good night to the Bhadoria family and shook sonarika's hand. Her soft hand felt so good to him. As she was leaving, Nawaz had his eyes fixated on her big sexy swaying ass. Nawaz closed the door and straightaway rushed to the bathroom to masturbate. He shot the biggest load for Sonarika. He figured, she was hotter than Neha. She was sexier than anyone Nawaz has been with. He called it a night after blowing his load. He was looking forward to what awaits him at his new home.
Next morning, Nawaz woke up early and asked his helper to prepare breakfast and coffee for him. He still had 2 weeks of free time on his hands. After enjoying his breakfast and coffee he had planned on taking his Audi R8 for a ride today. It was still early morning so he thought this was a good idea to take his new car out for a spin. He got ready and opened the main door to go down to his parking, he saw a young boy was opening the door of the bhadoria's. The young boy was starstruck seeing Nawaz.
Boy: Sir Sir hi I am vikas. Didn't get a chance to meet you yesterday as I have my exams.
Nawaz: What's your full name?
Boy: Vikas Bhadoria
Nawaz quickly realised that he was the younger brother of Sonarika. Both of them had a small conversation and Nawaz offered him to come along with him in his Audi R8 for a ride. Vikas readily agreed to his proposal. Both of them got in the car and started driving towards Lonavala. Vikas really liked the car and was amazed at the speed at which he was driving the car. Nawaz got to know a lot about vikas, he figured he was a brilliant student and was a geek. Nawaz asked him about his GF, vikas was shy and a bright student. He didn't have time to make a GF and wanted to focus on studies. In reality, he was scared of talking to girls and overall lacked confidence. After a while both of them returned home. Vikas was beaming with pride as he had made a new friend in Nawaz. He was also one of his favourite actors. Vikas really liked how Nawaz treated him with love and care. Vikas could open his heart in front of him.
Both of them got out of the lift and went to their respective doors. Nawaz didn't open his door, he was waiting for the bhadoria's door to open. He heard the door opening and looked back. He saw it was Mr Bhadoria at the door, "Arey Nawaz kaise ho? Kaisi rahi tum dono ki ride haan?"
Nawaz: Theek hu sir aap batayein
Mr Bhadoria: Nawaz tum humare saath hi lunch kyu nahi karte. Lunch ka time ho gaya hai. Aao tum fresh ho kar
Nawaz: Nahi sir aap ko takleef kyu du
Mr Bhadoria: Arey kuch bhi. Aao jaldi
Nawaz went inside his flat and changed into a pathani suit. He also applied expensive perfume and made sure he looked his best. Nawaz knocked on the door and vikas opened it. Nawaz was greeted by a excited vikas and his father. Nawaz greeted everyone and started looking for Sonarika. He saw their flat was not as decorated as his. He started chit chatting with mr bhadoria about life, politics, movies, passion. All this time, his eyes were scanning the apartment for Sonarika. Mr Bhadoria asked everyone to sit at the dining table, from there the kitchen was visible. Nawaz took a seat at the table and saw Sonarika was right in front of him. He had a grin on his face and started scanning her sexy body, he didn't care that her family members were also sitting at the table. She was always wearing skimpy clothes in her house. She was wearing a tight yoga pant which displayed her big sexy ass and also a crop top which clearly showed her sports bra underneath. Because of the crop top, her midriff was visible and her sexy navel was on full display.
Nawaz observed her figure closely, Mr Bhadoria and also vikas both figured out Nawaz was looking into the kitchen. Vikas had a terrible feeling in his stomach by how Nawaz was looking at his sister. The food was served, Sonarika had made paneer parantha's for everyone. While serving the parantha, she bent down a bit and her cleavage was clearly visible to nawaz. Both of them locked eyes with each other and Sonarika smiled a bit. Vikas was clearly angry by the weird behaviour of his sister in front of Nawaz. Sonarika went to the kitchen and everyone started eating.
Nawaz took a big bite of the parantha and looking at her ass said, "Hmmmm bohot accha hai"
"Thank you Nawaz", She said from the kitchen.
Sonarika wanted to tease him a bit, she knew what effect her sexy body had on men. She was always the hottest girl in her school and college. She was used to male attention and knew how to use her body for getting things done. She worked out daily to maintain her godly figure and was proud of her body and her efforts in maintaining it. She looked at Nawaz and saw he was also looking at her, she bit her lower lip and blushed. She pretended to be busy with making parantha's, she shifted her weight from one leg to another. In the process, her sexy ass cheeks were moving in her tight yoga pant. Nawaz saw how curvy her ass was, he wanted to taste the treasure inside.
Sonarika went near the fridge and bent down, displaying her big ass right in front of nawaz's eyeline. Nawaz choked on his parantha, vikas offered him some water.
After some time, Mrs bhadoria and Sonarika both joined them for lunch. Nawaz and Sonarika were directly sitting facing each other. Nawaz had his eyes on her big milky boobs and Sonarika also blushed. Nawaz was showering her with compliments
Nawaz: Isse accha parantha maine aaj tak nahi khaya. Kaise bana leti ho sona?
Nawaz: Kaash meri biwi bhi tum jaisa khana bana paati.
Nawaz: Jab se divorce hua hai, ghar ka khana khaya hi nahi. Aaj Sonarika k haath ka khana kha k ghar yaad aagaya.
Nawaz: Agar meri biwi tum jitni khoobsurat hoti aur aisa khana bana leti, toh main ghar k bahar jata hi nahi. Jobless hota aaj
Sonarika was getting redder with each compliment, she loved how Nawaz was subtly flirting with her in front of her parents and her brother. She loved how daring and courageous he was. She bit her lower lips time n again and looked at him. Mr and Mrs bhadoria were just smiling at what he said. Vikas was eating his lunch silently, feeling jealous and angry. Soon the lunch was done and it was time for Nawaz to leave. He said a final goodbye to the Bhadoria family and also a special goodbye to Sonarika.
Back in his apartment, Nawaz rushed to the bathroom and started jerking off again. He was very horny, his big dick was roaring to go again. He hadn't had sex in a long time, his sex life was non existent as Neha got pregnant and married to Ashish. He wanted to fuck Sonarika and fuck her hard. He was getting restless around her. He knew all the flirting and teasing going on, he wanted to take the next step. The next step was to convince her to drop her panties.
The interactions between Nawaz and Sonarika were more frequent now as vikas was a common link between them. Nawaz had befriended him and now vikas considered Nawaz as one of his best friends and also his elder brother. Vikas didn't know Nawaz was after his sexy sister. Nawaz knew vikas was a naive kid and he wanted to take full advantage of that. Sonarika would always wear sexy and revealing clothes in the house and gave Nawaz an instant boner everytime. Nawaz used to jerk off daily to the goddess. Sonarika also started getting comfortable with Nawaz, their family started inviting him more for dinner and lunch. Nawaz also used to invite them for parties in his apartment and ordered his staff to prepare the best of vegetarian dishes for the family. Mr and Mrs bhadoria were also comfortable with Nawaz as their new neighbour.
One fine morning, Sonarika and her mother were sitting in the lobby of their apartment early in the morning. They were having coffe and chatting about sonarika's career. She had only small TV roles. So far, there were no offers from bollywood or tollywood. Her parents were worried about her career, her mom was even thinking of getting her married. Sonarika was dead against getting married at such a young age, she was only 26 year old and at the peak of her beauty.
Suddenly sonarika's mother started staring at a man walking towards them, Sonarika saw there was a tingle in her mother's eyes. Sonarika followed her mom eyeline and saw it was Nawaz walking towards them.
Nawaz had just returned from his early morning bicycle ride, he was wearing his nike bicycle shorts. His big dick was on full display, Sonarika saw at the massive tent in his shorts and her eyes shot up.
Nawaz: Good morning
Mrs bhadoria: Good...Good mor... Morning
Sonarika: Ummm....GM Nawaz
Nawaz had a small conversation with the mother and daughter. His eyes were fixated on the daughter, Nawaz invited the bhadoria's for dinner tonight but got to know that the family was going out to a party tonight. Nawaz said his final goodbye to both of them and started walking towards the lift. Both Sonarika and her mother's eyes were fixated on his big cock in his shorts. Both of them were sweating a bit and also uncomfortable in their chair. Their womanly senses had taken over, they were really uncomfortable and avoided eye contact with each other. Sonarika bit her lower lip, she was already wet. She had never seen such a big tent in anyone's pants. She could never imagine cocks could be this big. She was broken out of her thoughts when her mother got up and both of them started going to their apartment.
In the evening, the Bhadoria family was getting ready for the party. Vikas was staying at home and studying. He couldn't afford to waste any time as his exams were approaching. Sonarika had decided to wear a sexy saree which would display her assets. She always used to wear revealing clothes, she loved to tease men. She was good at it, she knew her body had an effect on other men. She got ready in a sexy silver saree and checked herself out in the mirror. She loved what she saw and was proud of her figure.
Suddenly, she heard crying sounds from the living room. Sonarika rushed to the living room where her mother told her that her uncle had met with an accident in new delhi and was in a critical condition. Mr and Mrs bhadoria were leaving for new delhi immediately and told Sonarika to stay at home to look after her younger brother vikas. As vikas had his exams, he had to stay home and Sonarika would also stay home.
Listening to that, Sonarika was a bit sad as the party was cancelled. She had waited for this but now due to such circumstances the party was cancelled. She went inside her room and started crying.
Mr and Mrs bhadoria quickly did the packing and before leaving knocked on nawaz's door. Nawaz opened the door. He saw panic on their faces and both were sweating.
Nawaz: Kya hua? Sab theek hai na?
Mr Bhadoria: Nawaz beta humko urgent delhi jana pad raha hai. Vikas aur Sonarika ghar par rahenge. Tum jara ghar pe dhyan rakhna please.
Nawaz had a twinkle in his eyes hearing that, "Aap bilkul chinta mat karna uncle" he said
Nawaz had an evil grin on his face as he saw Mr and Mrs bhadoria leaving their house. The stage was set for him. He went in his apartment and told his staff to go home. He changed into his black pathani suit and was ready for tonight. Nawaz checked his watch and saw it was 8 PM already. He locked his apartment and knocked on the bhadoria's door. Vikas opened the door and saw Nawaz standing there with a big grin on his face. Vikas invited him in and both of them settled down on the couch. Nawaz looked around and didn't see Sonarika anywhere. He and vikas started talking about why his parents left, what happened to his uncle etc etc.
Sonarika was still in her bedroom, she was still wearing the same dress which she had selected for the party. She wiped her eyes and saw it was 8 PM. She had to prepare dinner for vikas and her. By now she was not aware that Nawaz was sitting in the living room. She opened the door of her bedroom and started walking towards the living room.
Nawaz looked in her direction and saw her coming. He was left stunned and hypnotised
She was wearing a sexy white saree where her toned midriff and her navel was clearly visible. Her big boobs were held in a white blouse and her cleavage was on full display. Sonarika was shocked at seeing Nawaz sitting on the couch, she looked down and felt a bit shy. Nawaz was oogling at her sexy body and licked his lips. He had never seen a sexier woman than Sonarika.
Sonarika: Aap yaha kaise?
Nawaz: Aap k mummy papa ne kaha tha ki tum dono pe dhyaan rakhu. Bass haal chal puchne aaya tha
Sonarika: Ohh
Nawaz: Tum dono k dinner ka kya? Mera cook bhi chutti pe gaya hai. Main soch raha tha bahar se khana order kar lu.
Suddenly vikas spoke to interrupt
Vikas: Arey bahar se order karne ki koi jarurat nahi hai. Didi khana bana legi.
Sonarika stared at him angrily but composed herself. She had no other option but to invite Nawaz for dinner tonight.
Sonarika: Haan main dinner banati hu.
She turned and started walking towards the kitchen, Nawaz had his eyes fixed on her big swaying ass as she was walking.
She got busy preparing dinner for the three of them, Nawaz and vikas started talking on random stuff like movies, cricket etc etc.
After some time, vikas got up and told Nawaz that he will go and finish one assignment before dinner. Nawaz nodded his head and smiled. Vikas went to his bedroom and closed the door. Nawaz had an instant erection as the door closed.
Nawaz got up and slowly walked to the kitchen, he saw her incredible figure and touched his big dick from over his pathani suit. He had a big tent in his pant, he was super horny tonight for this sexy girl. Sonarika realised the movement behind her and turned around in panic
Sonarika: Ohh...main toh darr hi gayi
Nawaz saw her sexy boobs heaving up and down as she said that. He also saw that she was sweating because of working in the kitchen. Nawaz saw sweat near her cleavage and her sexy navel.
Nawaz: Mat daro sweetheart. Main hi hu
Sonarika: Aap yaha kyu?
Nawaz: Tumhe help karne aaya hu
Sonarika: Ji nahi main kar lungi
Nawaz: Waise bhi bore ho raha tha
Both of them started chatting in the kitchen, Sonarika continued preparing food and Nawaz continued observing her sexy figure. As she was making rotis, he saw how her boobs were jiggling in her blouse. Nawaz was very horny looking at the goddess in front of him. Sweat ticking down her sexy waist and her big milky boobs. Sonarika stared preparing beetroot juice, she took 2 large beetroots in a grinder and started it. The grinder jerked a bit and small beetroot drops fell on her midriff area. Nawaz went to the fridge and bought some ice.
Nawaz took a ice cube and applied it on her sexy navel.
Sonarika: Aahhhh....kya kar rahe ho?
Nawaz: Juice laga tha, saaf kar raha hu
Nawaz kept on rubbing her sexy navel area and her midriff with the ice cube. The ice cube turned red because of the beetroot drops on her midriff. Nawaz pulled her close, his big cock touching her ass from behind. Sonarika jerked ahead a bit as she was stunned at the sensation of a big pole on her ass. She was incredibly turned on by his actions. Nawaz kept on applying the ice in a slow and sexy manner. Her whole midriff area was wet because of that, the ice was melting faster because of the heat in the kitchen and the heat of her body. Sonarika pushed her head back and was resting on his left shoulder. She closed her eyes because of the cold sensation on her belly.
Nawaz slowly bought the ice up towards her big boobs. He took the ice cube and started rubbing it on her cleavage. Sonarika started moaning because of his actions.......
Sonarika: Ahhh...it's so cold...so good ..umm
Nawaz: Garmi bohot thi, socha ice laga du
Sonarika: Ummm.....Haan
Nawaz was also grinding his big cock on her ass from behind. Sonarika was losing control of her body. She opened her eyes and looked at Nawaz. Nawaz went near her to kiss her. Just then they heard a sound of door opening and someone rushing towards the living room.......
Vikas: Didi khana tayyar hai? Bhook lagi hai
Sonarika panicked and pushed Nawaz away from her. She sprinted out of the kitchen towards the dining table. Vikas saw her and realised that her midriff and cleavage were wet. He looked at Nawaz who had an evil smile on his face.
Vikas: Didi ye kya?
Sonarika: Arey wo kitchen mein garmi bohot thi na, paseena paseena ho gayi.
Vikas: Ohh
Nawaz changed the topic, "chalo khana khaate hai. Bhook lagi hai joro ki"
All 3 of them settled down on the table, Nawaz and Sonarika sat opposite each other. Dinner was served and Nawaz started complimenting Sonarika for the dinner. Vikas saw his sister blushing and felt something was not right.
As Nawaz was eating, he felt a toe on his leg. Sonarika was touching his leg from under the table. She started rubbing his leg with her toes. Nawaz looked at her and smiled, she looked down and continued eating. Nawaz also started touching her leg with his toes. Soon there was a wrestling match going on under the table. Vikas didn't realise what was going on, he kept his focus on eating. Sonarika would often look at Nawaz and smile and lick her lips. Vikas saw what was going on, he was very angry now. He was only 16 year old but he knew what was going on. In some time, dinner was done. All 3 of them settled down on the couch in the living room. Nawaz started chatting with Sonarika in lowered tone.
Vikas rudely interrupted him.....
Vikas: Good night Nawaz.
(There was awkward silence in the room. Sonarika looked at Nawaz and saw his eyes were blood red. She observed the expression on his face and was scared for her brother. She looked at vikas with a worried expression. Nawaz composed himself and stood up, ready to leave)
Nawaz: Good night vikas
Vikas closed the door and shot a angry look at his sister. Sonarika went to the kitchen and started cleaning up the kitchen and utensils. She was done in some time. Vikas was feeling a lot confident that he stood up for his sister and told him to leave. He went to his room and started studying again.
Nawaz was actively looking for investing in a new property. He wanted to buy a new house for himself. He was constantly in touch with his broker, he had finalized 3 properties. He was also looking forward to buying luxury cars for himself. He had decided to change his lifestyle. He had finalized a new BMW, Mercedes Benz and a Audi R8 for himself. Payments were already made for the cars. He and his broker were at a property at Bandra when Nawaz got a call from the producer that his film with Kiara Advani was shelved. Nawaz got angry after hearing that and he had a big fight with the producer.
Because of cancellation of the film, Nawaz now had 2 months of free time. He decided he will look into building his dream home. He will decide the interiors of his new home. Nawaz was in a strong position in the industry, one or two film cancellation didn't mean much to him. He was already sitting on a mountain of 150 crore rupees in cash.
He focused back on the house, the broker continued with the pros and cons of the property. In the evening, Nawaz got the delivery of all 3 cars and he was booming with pride. He remembered his struggling days and now he was here. He was a multi millionaire and was very proud of that.
In a couple of days, Nawaz had finalized a property in Bandra. He purchased a duplex flat of 5000 sq ft for 40 crore rupees. It was a premium property where only businesses men and celebrities could afford to live. Nawaz also finalized the interiors of his flat worth 10 crore rupees. He wanted to build his dream home. The work had already started on his property and Nawaz was looking forward to living there. Nawaz used to regularly visit his new apartment to check the progress. The interiors were designed to perfection. Nawaz was satisfied with the work. In a couple of weeks, his new duplex apartment was ready for the owner to move in. His drivers bought all of his luxury cars to his new residence. On the day of shifting to his new apartment, Nawaz personally drove in his brand new Audi R8. As soon as he entered his new society, people took notice of his car. Nawaz was beaming with pride as his car was surely a head turner.
Nawaz got out from his car and was immediately surrounded by people in his society. He patiently obliged for pictures with everyone. Nawaz was a humble man, he knew people loved him and he loved them back. After some time, he entered his new apartment and started taking a tour of it. He loved how everything was done perfectly. Money well spent he thought. Nawaz settled down on his expensive couch and relaxed. Today was a big day for him as he was sitting in the house of his dreams. Nawaz had already organised a small party for all of his new neighbours. Nawaz asked his assistant to send them a reminder. Nawaz just went in his bedroom and took a nap.
PARTY OR OPPORTUNITY
In the evening, Nawaz was dressed in his expensive blazer and was looking forward to the party. He had invited his neighbours and few other flats from his building. There were only 2 flats on each floor. Nawaz didn't get a chance to interact with his new neighbours. He was looking forward to meeting them and getting to know them.
Soon guests started arriving at the party, Nawaz was meeting and greeting everyone. There was already a buzz in the society that Nawazuddin Siddiqui is now a proud owner of a new flat. Nawaz was already a hit, his neighbours were asking for photos and autograph. Nawaz was making sure he talks to each one of them. There were few ladies in there who were trying to flirt with him. Nawaz was also flirting back. The drinks were flowing. Nawaz came to a elderly couple and started talking to them, they told him that they lived next door. So Nawaz figured they were his neighbours. The elderly couple told him that they have a son and a daughter. Their daughter will be here soon. They also told him that their daughter was a big fan of his. Nawaz just smiled at them. Nawaz started hearing the sound of heals on the marble floor. He looked into the direction of the sound. What he saw left an instant impression on him forever.
In walked Sonarika Bhadoria............
Nawaz was left stunned, he had never seen a more beautiful woman. Sonarika was wearing a transparent pink saree along with a matching blouse which was doing a decent job of managing her big boobs. Her navel was also visible in the saree. Nawaz kept on looking at her as she was walking towards them. Nawaz observed her big boobs were bouncing as she walked. Sonarika came near them and looking at the elderly man said, "Sorry papa late hogayi"
Nawaz just kept on staring at her, he had never seen a more beautiful woman than Sonarika. Nawaz looked at her big boobs and deep cleavage and licked his lips. Sonarika came forward and hugged Nawaz. Her big boobs crushed against his chest gave him a sensation he had never felt in a long time. Nawaz was horny again.
Sonarika: Biggggg fan of you sir
Nawaz: Areeyyy aap toh sharminda kar rahi hai. Thanks a lot
Sonarika: Welcome to the society. I hope you will enjoy over here.
Nawaz: Yeah I am sure I will
Suddenly her father spoke, "Ab khana khane chale. Badi bhook lagi hai"
Nawaz was broken out of his trance, the party was on in full swing. People were eating, drinking and laughing. Nawaz got a lot of compliments on his house. People were amazed at the amazing interiors that were done. Italian marble was used in most parts of the apartment. Nawaz gave a small tour of his duplex to everyone and he was left blushing by the compliments. Sonarika had never seen a house like this, she along with her family lived in a 3 BHK right next to nawaz. Nawaz had bought a 6 BHK duplex. Sonarika quickly realised that he had spent a fortune on his new home.
Nawaz tried to look at her cleavage on multiple occasions, he also checked out her saree covered ass. Nawaz was extremely horny but did a good job of hiding it in front of her parents and everyone else. The party was over and people started to leave. Nawaz also said good night to the Bhadoria family and shook sonarika's hand. Her soft hand felt so good to him. As she was leaving, Nawaz had his eyes fixated on her big sexy swaying ass. Nawaz closed the door and straightaway rushed to the bathroom to masturbate. He shot the biggest load for Sonarika. He figured, she was hotter than Neha. She was sexier than anyone Nawaz has been with. He called it a night after blowing his load. He was looking forward to what awaits him at his new home.
Next morning, Nawaz woke up early and asked his helper to prepare breakfast and coffee for him. He still had 2 weeks of free time on his hands. After enjoying his breakfast and coffee he had planned on taking his Audi R8 for a ride today. It was still early morning so he thought this was a good idea to take his new car out for a spin. He got ready and opened the main door to go down to his parking, he saw a young boy was opening the door of the bhadoria's. The young boy was starstruck seeing Nawaz.
Boy: Sir Sir hi I am vikas. Didn't get a chance to meet you yesterday as I have my exams.
Nawaz: What's your full name?
Boy: Vikas Bhadoria
Nawaz quickly realised that he was the younger brother of Sonarika. Both of them had a small conversation and Nawaz offered him to come along with him in his Audi R8 for a ride. Vikas readily agreed to his proposal. Both of them got in the car and started driving towards Lonavala. Vikas really liked the car and was amazed at the speed at which he was driving the car. Nawaz got to know a lot about vikas, he figured he was a brilliant student and was a geek. Nawaz asked him about his GF, vikas was shy and a bright student. He didn't have time to make a GF and wanted to focus on studies. In reality, he was scared of talking to girls and overall lacked confidence. After a while both of them returned home. Vikas was beaming with pride as he had made a new friend in Nawaz. He was also one of his favourite actors. Vikas really liked how Nawaz treated him with love and care. Vikas could open his heart in front of him.
Both of them got out of the lift and went to their respective doors. Nawaz didn't open his door, he was waiting for the bhadoria's door to open. He heard the door opening and looked back. He saw it was Mr Bhadoria at the door, "Arey Nawaz kaise ho? Kaisi rahi tum dono ki ride haan?"
Nawaz: Theek hu sir aap batayein
Mr Bhadoria: Nawaz tum humare saath hi lunch kyu nahi karte. Lunch ka time ho gaya hai. Aao tum fresh ho kar
Nawaz: Nahi sir aap ko takleef kyu du
Mr Bhadoria: Arey kuch bhi. Aao jaldi
Nawaz went inside his flat and changed into a pathani suit. He also applied expensive perfume and made sure he looked his best. Nawaz knocked on the door and vikas opened it. Nawaz was greeted by a excited vikas and his father. Nawaz greeted everyone and started looking for Sonarika. He saw their flat was not as decorated as his. He started chit chatting with mr bhadoria about life, politics, movies, passion. All this time, his eyes were scanning the apartment for Sonarika. Mr Bhadoria asked everyone to sit at the dining table, from there the kitchen was visible. Nawaz took a seat at the table and saw Sonarika was right in front of him. He had a grin on his face and started scanning her sexy body, he didn't care that her family members were also sitting at the table. She was always wearing skimpy clothes in her house. She was wearing a tight yoga pant which displayed her big sexy ass and also a crop top which clearly showed her sports bra underneath. Because of the crop top, her midriff was visible and her sexy navel was on full display.
Nawaz observed her figure closely, Mr Bhadoria and also vikas both figured out Nawaz was looking into the kitchen. Vikas had a terrible feeling in his stomach by how Nawaz was looking at his sister. The food was served, Sonarika had made paneer parantha's for everyone. While serving the parantha, she bent down a bit and her cleavage was clearly visible to nawaz. Both of them locked eyes with each other and Sonarika smiled a bit. Vikas was clearly angry by the weird behaviour of his sister in front of Nawaz. Sonarika went to the kitchen and everyone started eating.
Nawaz took a big bite of the parantha and looking at her ass said, "Hmmmm bohot accha hai"
"Thank you Nawaz", She said from the kitchen.
Sonarika wanted to tease him a bit, she knew what effect her sexy body had on men. She was always the hottest girl in her school and college. She was used to male attention and knew how to use her body for getting things done. She worked out daily to maintain her godly figure and was proud of her body and her efforts in maintaining it. She looked at Nawaz and saw he was also looking at her, she bit her lower lip and blushed. She pretended to be busy with making parantha's, she shifted her weight from one leg to another. In the process, her sexy ass cheeks were moving in her tight yoga pant. Nawaz saw how curvy her ass was, he wanted to taste the treasure inside.
Sonarika went near the fridge and bent down, displaying her big ass right in front of nawaz's eyeline. Nawaz choked on his parantha, vikas offered him some water.
After some time, Mrs bhadoria and Sonarika both joined them for lunch. Nawaz and Sonarika were directly sitting facing each other. Nawaz had his eyes on her big milky boobs and Sonarika also blushed. Nawaz was showering her with compliments
Nawaz: Isse accha parantha maine aaj tak nahi khaya. Kaise bana leti ho sona?
Nawaz: Kaash meri biwi bhi tum jaisa khana bana paati.
Nawaz: Jab se divorce hua hai, ghar ka khana khaya hi nahi. Aaj Sonarika k haath ka khana kha k ghar yaad aagaya.
Nawaz: Agar meri biwi tum jitni khoobsurat hoti aur aisa khana bana leti, toh main ghar k bahar jata hi nahi. Jobless hota aaj
Sonarika was getting redder with each compliment, she loved how Nawaz was subtly flirting with her in front of her parents and her brother. She loved how daring and courageous he was. She bit her lower lips time n again and looked at him. Mr and Mrs bhadoria were just smiling at what he said. Vikas was eating his lunch silently, feeling jealous and angry. Soon the lunch was done and it was time for Nawaz to leave. He said a final goodbye to the Bhadoria family and also a special goodbye to Sonarika.
Back in his apartment, Nawaz rushed to the bathroom and started jerking off again. He was very horny, his big dick was roaring to go again. He hadn't had sex in a long time, his sex life was non existent as Neha got pregnant and married to Ashish. He wanted to fuck Sonarika and fuck her hard. He was getting restless around her. He knew all the flirting and teasing going on, he wanted to take the next step. The next step was to convince her to drop her panties.
The interactions between Nawaz and Sonarika were more frequent now as vikas was a common link between them. Nawaz had befriended him and now vikas considered Nawaz as one of his best friends and also his elder brother. Vikas didn't know Nawaz was after his sexy sister. Nawaz knew vikas was a naive kid and he wanted to take full advantage of that. Sonarika would always wear sexy and revealing clothes in the house and gave Nawaz an instant boner everytime. Nawaz used to jerk off daily to the goddess. Sonarika also started getting comfortable with Nawaz, their family started inviting him more for dinner and lunch. Nawaz also used to invite them for parties in his apartment and ordered his staff to prepare the best of vegetarian dishes for the family. Mr and Mrs bhadoria were also comfortable with Nawaz as their new neighbour.
One fine morning, Sonarika and her mother were sitting in the lobby of their apartment early in the morning. They were having coffe and chatting about sonarika's career. She had only small TV roles. So far, there were no offers from bollywood or tollywood. Her parents were worried about her career, her mom was even thinking of getting her married. Sonarika was dead against getting married at such a young age, she was only 26 year old and at the peak of her beauty.
Suddenly sonarika's mother started staring at a man walking towards them, Sonarika saw there was a tingle in her mother's eyes. Sonarika followed her mom eyeline and saw it was Nawaz walking towards them.
Nawaz had just returned from his early morning bicycle ride, he was wearing his nike bicycle shorts. His big dick was on full display, Sonarika saw at the massive tent in his shorts and her eyes shot up.
Nawaz: Good morning
Mrs bhadoria: Good...Good mor... Morning
Sonarika: Ummm....GM Nawaz
Nawaz had a small conversation with the mother and daughter. His eyes were fixated on the daughter, Nawaz invited the bhadoria's for dinner tonight but got to know that the family was going out to a party tonight. Nawaz said his final goodbye to both of them and started walking towards the lift. Both Sonarika and her mother's eyes were fixated on his big cock in his shorts. Both of them were sweating a bit and also uncomfortable in their chair. Their womanly senses had taken over, they were really uncomfortable and avoided eye contact with each other. Sonarika bit her lower lip, she was already wet. She had never seen such a big tent in anyone's pants. She could never imagine cocks could be this big. She was broken out of her thoughts when her mother got up and both of them started going to their apartment.
In the evening, the Bhadoria family was getting ready for the party. Vikas was staying at home and studying. He couldn't afford to waste any time as his exams were approaching. Sonarika had decided to wear a sexy saree which would display her assets. She always used to wear revealing clothes, she loved to tease men. She was good at it, she knew her body had an effect on other men. She got ready in a sexy silver saree and checked herself out in the mirror. She loved what she saw and was proud of her figure.
Suddenly, she heard crying sounds from the living room. Sonarika rushed to the living room where her mother told her that her uncle had met with an accident in new delhi and was in a critical condition. Mr and Mrs bhadoria were leaving for new delhi immediately and told Sonarika to stay at home to look after her younger brother vikas. As vikas had his exams, he had to stay home and Sonarika would also stay home.
Listening to that, Sonarika was a bit sad as the party was cancelled. She had waited for this but now due to such circumstances the party was cancelled. She went inside her room and started crying.
Mr and Mrs bhadoria quickly did the packing and before leaving knocked on nawaz's door. Nawaz opened the door. He saw panic on their faces and both were sweating.
Nawaz: Kya hua? Sab theek hai na?
Mr Bhadoria: Nawaz beta humko urgent delhi jana pad raha hai. Vikas aur Sonarika ghar par rahenge. Tum jara ghar pe dhyan rakhna please.
Nawaz had a twinkle in his eyes hearing that, "Aap bilkul chinta mat karna uncle" he said
Nawaz had an evil grin on his face as he saw Mr and Mrs bhadoria leaving their house. The stage was set for him. He went in his apartment and told his staff to go home. He changed into his black pathani suit and was ready for tonight. Nawaz checked his watch and saw it was 8 PM already. He locked his apartment and knocked on the bhadoria's door. Vikas opened the door and saw Nawaz standing there with a big grin on his face. Vikas invited him in and both of them settled down on the couch. Nawaz looked around and didn't see Sonarika anywhere. He and vikas started talking about why his parents left, what happened to his uncle etc etc.
Sonarika was still in her bedroom, she was still wearing the same dress which she had selected for the party. She wiped her eyes and saw it was 8 PM. She had to prepare dinner for vikas and her. By now she was not aware that Nawaz was sitting in the living room. She opened the door of her bedroom and started walking towards the living room.
Nawaz looked in her direction and saw her coming. He was left stunned and hypnotised
She was wearing a sexy white saree where her toned midriff and her navel was clearly visible. Her big boobs were held in a white blouse and her cleavage was on full display. Sonarika was shocked at seeing Nawaz sitting on the couch, she looked down and felt a bit shy. Nawaz was oogling at her sexy body and licked his lips. He had never seen a sexier woman than Sonarika.
Sonarika: Aap yaha kaise?
Nawaz: Aap k mummy papa ne kaha tha ki tum dono pe dhyaan rakhu. Bass haal chal puchne aaya tha
Sonarika: Ohh
Nawaz: Tum dono k dinner ka kya? Mera cook bhi chutti pe gaya hai. Main soch raha tha bahar se khana order kar lu.
Suddenly vikas spoke to interrupt
Vikas: Arey bahar se order karne ki koi jarurat nahi hai. Didi khana bana legi.
Sonarika stared at him angrily but composed herself. She had no other option but to invite Nawaz for dinner tonight.
Sonarika: Haan main dinner banati hu.
She turned and started walking towards the kitchen, Nawaz had his eyes fixed on her big swaying ass as she was walking.
She got busy preparing dinner for the three of them, Nawaz and vikas started talking on random stuff like movies, cricket etc etc.
After some time, vikas got up and told Nawaz that he will go and finish one assignment before dinner. Nawaz nodded his head and smiled. Vikas went to his bedroom and closed the door. Nawaz had an instant erection as the door closed.
Nawaz got up and slowly walked to the kitchen, he saw her incredible figure and touched his big dick from over his pathani suit. He had a big tent in his pant, he was super horny tonight for this sexy girl. Sonarika realised the movement behind her and turned around in panic
Sonarika: Ohh...main toh darr hi gayi
Nawaz saw her sexy boobs heaving up and down as she said that. He also saw that she was sweating because of working in the kitchen. Nawaz saw sweat near her cleavage and her sexy navel.
Nawaz: Mat daro sweetheart. Main hi hu
Sonarika: Aap yaha kyu?
Nawaz: Tumhe help karne aaya hu
Sonarika: Ji nahi main kar lungi
Nawaz: Waise bhi bore ho raha tha
Both of them started chatting in the kitchen, Sonarika continued preparing food and Nawaz continued observing her sexy figure. As she was making rotis, he saw how her boobs were jiggling in her blouse. Nawaz was very horny looking at the goddess in front of him. Sweat ticking down her sexy waist and her big milky boobs. Sonarika stared preparing beetroot juice, she took 2 large beetroots in a grinder and started it. The grinder jerked a bit and small beetroot drops fell on her midriff area. Nawaz went to the fridge and bought some ice.
Nawaz took a ice cube and applied it on her sexy navel.
Sonarika: Aahhhh....kya kar rahe ho?
Nawaz: Juice laga tha, saaf kar raha hu
Nawaz kept on rubbing her sexy navel area and her midriff with the ice cube. The ice cube turned red because of the beetroot drops on her midriff. Nawaz pulled her close, his big cock touching her ass from behind. Sonarika jerked ahead a bit as she was stunned at the sensation of a big pole on her ass. She was incredibly turned on by his actions. Nawaz kept on applying the ice in a slow and sexy manner. Her whole midriff area was wet because of that, the ice was melting faster because of the heat in the kitchen and the heat of her body. Sonarika pushed her head back and was resting on his left shoulder. She closed her eyes because of the cold sensation on her belly.
Nawaz slowly bought the ice up towards her big boobs. He took the ice cube and started rubbing it on her cleavage. Sonarika started moaning because of his actions.......
Sonarika: Ahhh...it's so cold...so good ..umm
Nawaz: Garmi bohot thi, socha ice laga du
Sonarika: Ummm.....Haan
Nawaz was also grinding his big cock on her ass from behind. Sonarika was losing control of her body. She opened her eyes and looked at Nawaz. Nawaz went near her to kiss her. Just then they heard a sound of door opening and someone rushing towards the living room.......
Vikas: Didi khana tayyar hai? Bhook lagi hai
Sonarika panicked and pushed Nawaz away from her. She sprinted out of the kitchen towards the dining table. Vikas saw her and realised that her midriff and cleavage were wet. He looked at Nawaz who had an evil smile on his face.
Vikas: Didi ye kya?
Sonarika: Arey wo kitchen mein garmi bohot thi na, paseena paseena ho gayi.
Vikas: Ohh
Nawaz changed the topic, "chalo khana khaate hai. Bhook lagi hai joro ki"
All 3 of them settled down on the table, Nawaz and Sonarika sat opposite each other. Dinner was served and Nawaz started complimenting Sonarika for the dinner. Vikas saw his sister blushing and felt something was not right.
As Nawaz was eating, he felt a toe on his leg. Sonarika was touching his leg from under the table. She started rubbing his leg with her toes. Nawaz looked at her and smiled, she looked down and continued eating. Nawaz also started touching her leg with his toes. Soon there was a wrestling match going on under the table. Vikas didn't realise what was going on, he kept his focus on eating. Sonarika would often look at Nawaz and smile and lick her lips. Vikas saw what was going on, he was very angry now. He was only 16 year old but he knew what was going on. In some time, dinner was done. All 3 of them settled down on the couch in the living room. Nawaz started chatting with Sonarika in lowered tone.
Vikas rudely interrupted him.....
Vikas: Good night Nawaz.
(There was awkward silence in the room. Sonarika looked at Nawaz and saw his eyes were blood red. She observed the expression on his face and was scared for her brother. She looked at vikas with a worried expression. Nawaz composed himself and stood up, ready to leave)
Nawaz: Good night vikas
Vikas closed the door and shot a angry look at his sister. Sonarika went to the kitchen and started cleaning up the kitchen and utensils. She was done in some time. Vikas was feeling a lot confident that he stood up for his sister and told him to leave. He went to his room and started studying again.
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Nawaz went home disappointed, he knew he almost had Sonarika tonight. He had a massive erection and straightaway went to the bathroom and started masturbating. He shot the biggest load to Sonarika again. Nawaz realised even after masturbating his dick was still rock hard for her. Nawaz was very angry with vikas. Nawaz wanted to show him his 'AUKAT'.
Back in his bedroom, vikas couldn't concentrate on studies. He was very angry with his sister's behaviour in front of Nawaz. Vikas touched his dick and realised it was already hard, he didn't understand why he was getting an erection at this point. Vikas was disappointed with Nawaz too, being a great actor he expected a lot better from him. Vikas was also hurt that he considered Nawaz as one of his best friends yet he was behaving like this with him. Vikas was in no mood to study, he turned off the lights and went to sleep.
In the next bedroom, Sonarika had changed into her night dress and was trying to sleep. She was twisting and turning on the bed. She was super horny after what had happened between her and Nawaz. She really admired his daring and bold attitude. Nawaz was basically trying to get intimate with her in her own house. Sonarika loved such guys who were bold and forward. But she was also ashamed that Nawaz was almost 50 years old and she did all of this with a old man. She pulled the blanket on top of her head and closed her eyes. She could still feel his hand on her midriff, the cold ice on her sexy navel and her cleavage. She started moaning lightly because of this. She didn't realise when she fell asleep.
Next morning, Sonarika got up early and saw that her brother was still sleeping. She was in her night dress. She was looking like a doll in her Mickey mouse night dress. She was braless underneath, as she felt uncomfortable while sleeping with a bra on. Her big natural boobs were bouncing as she walked. She got fresh and prepared coffe for herself and her brother. She took the coffee and went to the main door to get today's newspaper. She opened her door and saw Nawaz was standing there in his bicycle shorts. He had just returned from his early morning bicycle ride. Nawaz turned back and their eyes met. Sonarika blushed a bit
Sonarika: Good morning
Nawaz: Good morning dear. Thanks for last nights dinner. It was tasty.
Sonarika blushed a bit after hearing that, she looked down and her eyes fell towards the big tent forming in his pants. She licked her lips and wanted to tease him a bit. She bent down to get the newspaper and saw nawaz's eyes were on her cleavage. Nawaz got the best view of her boobs so far, he quickly realised she was braless underneath. She stood up with the newspaper and Nawaz checked out her poking nipples from her shirt.
He walked forward and went near her, he asked her "Aaj bhi dinner pe aau" ??
She was taken aback by his question, she didn't know how to react. She just muttered "Ok theek hai".
Just then vikas came into the living room and saw both of them were standing very close to each other. Nawaz saw him and said "Good morning vikas"
Sonarika almost jumped after listening to his name which caused her massive boobs to jiggle a lot. Vikas asked "Kya chal raha hai"
Nawaz: Arey tumhari didi ne mujhe aaj bhi dinner pe invite kiya. Ussi ki baat ho rahi thi
Sonarika looked at vikas with pleading eyes, she didn't invite him. He invited himself.
She turned back and closed the door, Nawaz had his eyes on her big ass as she turned.
Rest of the day was spent as usual, soon it was evening and Nawaz was getting excited for dinner tonight. He bought a beautiful bouquet of roses for her. Nawaz checked his watch, it was only 7:15 PM. He was restless, he stepped out of his house and knocked on the door of the bhadoria's. It was vikas who opened the door, he saw Nawaz and faked a smile for him.
Vikas: Arey bhaiyya itne jaldi?
Nawaz: Ghar baithe baithe bore ho raha tha. Socha thoda jaldi aata hu
Nawaz stepped forward and Vikas closed the door. Nawaz and vikas settled down on the couch and started chatting.
Sonarika was in her bedroom doing yoga, she was in her nike sports bra and yoga pants. It displayed her figure to perfection, she was busy with yoga and failed to realise that Nawaz has already arrived early. After some time she was done with the yoga and opened the door of her room and stepped out. She walked towards the kitchen to get some water and saw Nawaz was staring at her like a wolf. She was beyond embarassed as she was in her sports bra. She quickly covered her boobs with her hand and ran towards her bedroom. Nawaz had his eyes fixed on her sexy swaying ass as she ran and also her big milky jiggling breasts.
Sonarika slammed the door shut,
SHIT.........SHIT........SHIT................SHIT
She was never embarassed like this in her life, she didn't want to go out again. She just wanted to disappear, she didn't know Nawaz was already in the living room.
Sonarika stood there and looked at herself in the mirror, a thousand thoughts buzzing through her head. She had no idea what she was supposed to do now. But she knew she couldn't go back out into the apartment. Not with him there. Not with ...
She jumped when there was a gentle knock on the door.
"What do you want?" she barked, more harshly than she intended.
"Didi Nawaz bhaiyya balcony mein gaye hai. Aap bahar aa sakti ho", it was vikas
She opened the door cautiously, grabbed the towel and wrapped it around her body. She quickly found a minimizer bra and the baggiest sweater and sweat pants she could.
She hesitated a bit. She really didn't want to let ... for a moment, she was so flustered she couldn't remember his name ...But she supposed she had little choice. She opened the bedroom door and then stepped back defensively into the living room.
Nawaz stepped in, looking mortified.
"I'm really-"
"I heard you the first time. It's not your fault."
"Look, this is your place. I can understand if after ..." He waved his hand vaguely toward the bedroom. " ... you don't feel comfortable with me around here. You guys only agreed for dinner because my cook is on vacation. I'll go to a hotel or something and ..."
He looked down at his feet. His obvious embarrassment made Sonarika feel a little better. But seeing his genuine awkwardness about it made her heart soften a bit.
"It's not safe to eat at a hotel right now because of covid. I can't let you endanger your life."
He looked up. "Oh ... well, that's ... look, I promise I'll stay out of your way. You won't even know I'm here."
Soon it was time for dinner, Nawaz and Sonarika avoided eye contact throughout the dinner. Vikas was also embarassed a lot, some stranger got to see his sister in her sports bra. There was awkward silence in the room, dinner was finished and Nawaz left without saying a word.
That night, Sonarika tossed and turned in bed. She really didn't like the idea of exposing herself in front of a stranger. And, although he wasn't being obvious about it, he couldn't seem to take his eyes off her.
She knew her own behavior that evening had not been great. She'd been short with him and refused to engage in the conversations he'd tried to start. The more she thought about it tough, the more she felt her embarrassment begin to fade. What had happened earlier wasn't anyone's fault, just a stupid accident brought on by an unusual circumstance. It wasn't like no man had ever seen her naked before. And he'd treated her like a gentleman ever since, not even making a wisecrack about it.
She realized that she was just frustrated with the whole situation and she was harboring some resentment toward him because ... well, because he was there. And she needed to be angry at somebody. And that realization settled her spirit. She resolved to be a little nicer to him the next day and then fell into a decent if uneasy sleep.
Next morning, the whole nation was shocked. A second lockdown was announced by the government because of the rising covid cases. Sonarika and Vikas were constantly in touch with their parents. They got to know that all the flights were suspended. So Mr and Mrs bhadoria were left stranded in new delhi. Sonarika assured her parents that she will take care of her brother and herself. Both Sonarika and Vikas were worried about the situation. Nawaz knocked on their door and all 3 of them had the same discussion. Nawaz told them that his cook was stranded at his village, Sonarika told him to have lunch and dinner with them daily. Nawaz promised to take care of all the grocery shopping and everything.
By now, Nawaz had given up on seducing her. He thought she never showed any interest from her side, also they have been very sweet to him. Inviting him for lunch and dinner and also being good neighbours. Nawaz wanted to show affection and care, he took care of the day to day grocery shopping and everything else. Sonarika took care of preparing lunch and dinner. Vikas was busy with studies as his exams were starting next week.
Their arrangement worked well for a few more days. But one night, Sonarika was tossing and turning in bed, unable to get within screaming distance of sleep. Every time she would start to nod off, she would hear a siren in the distance; someone else headed to the hospital. It felt like the world was ending. She had never felt so alone in her life. Her family and friends were thousands of miles away.Vikas was busy with his studies. She was feeling lonely.
"That's mean," she said to herself. "He's not a jackass. He's nothing to write home about but he's not a jackass. We just got off on the wrong foot."
She actually giggled slightly, thinking about that moment. It was so ridiculous. The look on his face had been one for the ages. There was shock and amazement, yes. But he was such a male that, even in that moment, he couldn't help but notice her body. It was almost cute the way he looked at her, in a puppyish kind of way. For the first time in the week and a half since that day, she relaxed ever so slightly.
She sat up in bed, a thought forming. She looked around the empty bedroom again. As she did, another siren wailed in the distance, sending a shudder down her back.
She got out of bed and quickly pulled on some shorts. Then she unlocked the door and stepped through the short hallway into the living room. She went near the main door and knocked on nawaz's door. She was having butterflies in her stomach. Nawaz opened the door and was startled to see her standing at his door at this time.
"Look, this is ... this is stupid. Why don't you ... why don't you come into our apartment and i'll make coffee for both of us?"
Nawaz shook his head to clear his ears, not quite believing what he'd just heard. He sat up, blearily. He couldn't help but notice how pretty she looked in the dim light from the street lamps. The light caught her face just right and the t-shirt, as baggy as it was, couldn't hide her generous bust.
"What?"
"You heard me."
"Are you sure?"
She nodded. "Yeah. You're going to destroy your mental health staying alone all this time. And ... I think I can trust you."
A little thrill went through nawaz at the sound of those words. He stood up and stretched. And this time, it was Sonarika's turn to take notice. He was never going to be anyone's idea of physical specimen, but he wasn't hideous. The darkness made him look a little less dorky. And as he stood up, the boxer shorts emphasized the substantial presence between his legs. For a moment, she remembered that moment when they'd met. She hadn't noticed at the time; she'd been in a state of shock. But replaying it at a distance, she realized he was quite gifted down there.
But she did enjoy the view. Just a bit.
Sonarika guided him quietly into their living room and went inside the kitchen to make coffee for herself and Nawaz. Nawaz also joined her in the kitchen and both of them started chit chatting in hushed tones. They didn't want to disturb vikas who was studying the whole night in the bedroom. Sonarika and Nawaz settled down on the couch and chatted the night away. She was feeling a lot better with someone to talk to. She also figured out he was capable of having nice conversations around variety of topics.
That seemed to break the tension. Within the next few days, they were comfortably in a routine. They barely spoke during the day but would sit down to dinner together or watch TV while eating. They had very different tastes in TV, but both were patient when the other had the remote.
They began alternating nights cooking. It took Nawaz a little while to get used to her dietary needs but he was not a bad cook. Not as good as Sonarika, but not bad. And at least he tried, which was more than Sonarika could say for vikas her brother.
The best time was at night, however. They would lie back in their seats and talk. With so much happening in the world, it was good to just not be alone. And it was good to have someone who would go out into the world for her.
Sonarika was beginning to think she'd misjudged him based on that first impression. He was OK. Not great, but she could stand having him around until things got back to normal. He had a brain in his head and was a gentleman to her. And he would listen when she talked ... really, listen, which was something she desperately needed now.
She even stopped minding the way Nawaz looked at her. She'd always been self-conscious about the attentions of men, rarely dressing to emphasize her figure and almost never wearing makeup. But he wasn't creepy about it. He never made a suggestive remark or touched her unnecessarily. She wasn't even sure he was conscious of the way his eyes would linger over the curve from her waist to her hip or fixate on her eyes or hair. There was almost an innocence in the way he just ... liked looking at her. And knowing she was safe with him made his attention flattering rather than threatening. She wondered if he fantasized about her and found herself almost hoping that he did.
For his part, Nawaz was happy but with a bit of bittersweetness. Having Sonarika as a friend was great. But he also could feel himself starting to fall for her. It was getting more and more difficult to ignore how attractive he found her -- intellectually, emotionally and physically. She wasn't just a pretty face; she was smart and kind. She was willing to have conversations about his interests -- action movies and science fiction -- as long as he had conversations about hers -- science and celebrity gossip. And he was slowly beginning to feel more at ease with her than he ever had with a woman.
He knew he had no chance with her and that bothered him. Being her friend was obviously a factor. But even sans vikas, he could tell she didn't think about him that way and never would. And he was determined not to even try to go beyond their friendship lest he ruin it. Being friends and coffee buddies was better than nothing after all. Talking to her, making her laugh, even just sitting on the couch with her while she rolled her eyes at his taste in movies.
But still. The way her hair moved when she shook her head. The way her smile began in her eyes. The way her clothes tried and failed to conceal her shapely figure. He couldn't deny where his heart was going.
They began to go on walks in the society. Not long; Sonarika was still a bit nervous about the virus. But enough to get some exercise and fresh air. Sonarika enjoyed the company, feeling less lonely with every step they took together. And Nawaz thought she looked adorable in a mask. It emphasized her bright green eyes and the way her long brownish black hair blew across her face in the wind. And when she smiled, he could see it in those eyes.
It was a blazing hot late afternoon when the door to the apartment flew open and Sonarika came in almost in tears. She stomped into the bathroom and slammed the door.
Nawaz's first instinct was not to say anything until she came out. But hearing her frustrated grunting inside made him go up and rap gently on the door.
"Sonarika, is everything OK?
"No. But it's nothing major. I can deal with it."
"OK. Just let me know if you need anything."
"Ugh. Maybe a scissors."
The door opened again and she leaned toward him.
"I was walking back, just a block away, when something fell into my hair. And I can't get it out."
Nawaz looked at where she was pointing. There was a dark drop.
"It looks like ... tar. Maybe it dripped off a roof?"
"Whatever it is, I'm not getting it out."
She put a comb in her hair and tugged uselessly against the splotch. Then she threw the comb down in frustration.
"It's just a little tar."
"I know. It's just ... it's been a rough day. And this was just the icing on the cake."
"Here, let me help," said Nawaz.
"No, it's OK, I-"
"I've got two younger sisters. I'm an expert at getting stuff out of hair."
She looked at him.
"I mean, granted it was sometimes stuff I put there, but ..."
Sonarika laughed and handed him the comb. She walked into the living room and sat on the table. Nawaz sat behind her and began slowly picking at the knot in her hair while cleaning out the hair with a wet cloth. He eventually used a tiny bit of oil from the kitchen and that did the trick. But the hair around it was hopelessly tangled. He went to the bathroom and got a brush and began working over the tangles. Sonarika began to relax as he made long slow strokes through her abundant hair. Her shoulders eased a bit and she realized they'd been tense ever since the quarantine started.
"You have really great hair," said Nawaz. "You mind if I brush it out a bit?"
"Not at all," purred Sonarika.
She closed her eyes as he continued, enjoying each drag of the brush through her tresses. She hadn't had her hair done in over a year. She hadn't had anyone pay attention to her like this in even longer. And after a tough day, this kind of attention was exactly what she needed. Her breath began to deepen. Every muscle in her body relaxed.
Nawaz hadn't been lying; he had always been the best in the family in dealing with his sisters' hair. But as he brushed Sonarika's straight brownish hair, a feeling of happiness enveloped him. Just being this close to her was intoxicating. She smelled wonderful and her skin and hair were soft to the touch. And feeling her body relax and her breath deepen made him want to never stop.
Sonarika began to feel a small tingle at the base of her spine. And as Nawaz continued his work, brushing and smoothing her hair like a trained beautician, she became aware of how close he was, how strong his hands felt when he occasionally touched her shoulder or back, how deep his voice was when he spoke, how his breath stirred the delicate strands of her hair on her neck.
It had been far too long since she'd been this close to a man. And for the first time in months, she felt the absence from her life. The tingle in her back began to spread.
They sat there, in increasingly loud silence, as Nawaz continued to brush her hair, which was now shone like a mix of platinum and copper. It was the most beautiful hair color he'd ever seen. He found himself wanting to kiss her. He resisted the temptation; he knew she wanted nothing of the kind. But she looked so beautiful. And the air between them was heavy.
Sonarika let the tingles spread throughout her body. She had the crazy notion that Nawaz was going to kiss her. And for a moment, she wanted him to. Her lips parted slightly, needing to be kissed. But the kiss never came. And the tingles slowly faded away, leaving her feeling like she was glowing.
"Thank you, Nawaz," she said, opening her eyes. "It's been a long time since anyone did something like that for me."
Nawaz nodded. He tried to smoothly get up and return the brush to the bathroom. But he was so intoxicated by her, he stumbled over the couch on the way. It was worth it; it provoked the most genuine laughter he'd yet heard from his friend, a long unreserved gale.
Sonarika went to the mirror to check out nawaz's work. She had not seen her hair look this good in a long time and it made her happier than she had been since quarantine began. She was tempted to run over and give Nawaz a little kiss on the cheek.
That night, Sonarika dreamed about sex for the first time in months. The images were vague and indistinct. But she woke feeling aroused.
By now, Nawaz used to stay the complete day at her apartment. Vikas used to be busy in his bedroom with his exams. He used to study the whole night after that, preparing for his next subject. His interactions with his sister and Nawaz were minimal. He was also used to seeing Nawaz in his apartment for almost 12 to 15 hrs daily. He was fully immersed in his preparation and hardly had any time to talk to anyone of them.
A few days later, Sonarika was in the bedroom and Nawaz was in the shower when she suddenly heard the water stop. He came out, dripping wet, with only a towel around his waist.
"Is there a problem?" she asked.
"I'm out of soap," he said sheepishly. "I don't suppose ... you have any I could use?"
"Of course."
She scrambled over the bed and bent over to get at the bottom drawer of her dresser. As she did, she realized that the top she was wearing was low cut and Nawaz could almost certainly see down her shirt and glimpse her deep cleavage. With a little inward smile, she took her time, letting him enjoy the view a bit. It had been a bit too long since she'd flirted with anyone.
After a minute, she came up with a box. And now it was her turn to get a little eye candy. The front of Nawaz's towel was dented a bit southward of his crotch. Quite a bit southward.
"He is quite well-equipped," she said to herself. He quickly grabbed the bar and headed back into the shower.
Sonarika lay back in the bed. She was feeling disoriented, her mind empty. Her thoughts were spinning around in little circles. It took her a minute to figure out what was going on: for the first time since the quarantine began, she was turned on.
Sonarika had gone for long periods without sex from time to time, being in a long-distance relationship. But this was the longest she had gone without intimacy since her first time. The unexpected celibacy had been eating at her, but she'd subconsciously buried that feeling for months. She wasn't sure what suddenly uncorked them. It wasn't the first time she'd seen Nawaz in a towel (or less) or been reminded that he was endowed. But within moments, her body was suffused with months of built-up sexual tension pouring through it at once. As if she'd gone into heat.
As Nawaz showered, Sonarika lay back on the bed. Her hard nipples strained against the tight bra. She put her hands into her pants and touched her pussy. A shudder went through her as her fingers touched her wet lips.
"It has been way too long," she said to herself. "Way way way too long."
Sonarika had never been big on masturbation. Even when she was thousands of miles away from her partner, it was maybe a once-a-month thing. But as the moment dragged on and her long-neglected needs burned hotter and hotter, she began to stroke her hard clit. Her other hand came up and found one of her heavy breasts and began to knead. Slowly, the dam gave way. All the sexual needs the she had been ignoring for the last few months came rushing over her in a hot wave. And she was surprised to find herself thinking about Nawaz. And especially about the hefty thing she'd glimpsed dangling between his legs.
"If you're looking at Nawaz that way," she said to herself with a laugh, "It's definitely been way too long."
Her fingers quickened their pace. "But maybe I should just get it out of my system."
As her hands moved over her body, she found herself wondering if Nawaz was doing the same in the shower. She knew men needed to get off on a regular basis and the shower was practically the only place Nawaz could get any privacy. She imagined him stroking that big thing. Maybe even while thinking of her. And her hands moved faster.
She'd never fixated on size. In fact, she had always found the idea of a big cock a bit off-putting. A friend back home had slept with a well-endowed man and described it as awful. But after such a long celibacy, the idea of taking a massive one was growing on her.
The dam was now broken. Months-buried sexual thoughts surged through her mind as if trying to satisfy her entire built-up libido in just a few moments. Her body flushed with heat. Her vagina felt empty and needy, like there was an itch deep inside that only a big cock could scratch. She didn't just need to have sex; she needed to be fucked. She needed to be taken, overwhelmed, pounded to exhaustion. She needed her hips to tremble as she came hard. And knowing there was a man just a few feet away who could give her what she needed drove her to greater and greater heights of arousal.
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In the shower, Nawaz was indeed masturbating. The sight of Sonarika's cleavage would have burned into the consciousness of any man. But because of the way he felt about her, it was almost painfully erotic. He imagined what it would have been like if she had simply undone the towel and taken his hardening cock into her mouth. His size always made fellatio tricky, but she would be too horny to let that stand in her way. He knew he wouldn't have lasted long with such a big buildup and such an attractive partner. He imagined her eyes going wide as he gave in, unable to hold out, and flooded her mouth with days worth of cum.
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Sonarika began to imagine ways to seduce him as her climax began to build. She could let him come home to find her asleep and nude in his bed. Or walk into his "apartment" and sit astride his lap. But then she fixated on simply going over to him during the night and taking him. He would be hard already, dreaming about her. And when she mounted his big pole, he wouldn't know if he was awake or dreaming. She moaned as her body got closer and closer to the edge of the falls.
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Nawaz gasped as his balls filled up and prepared to unleash. He was now imagining that she had come into the shower and climbed in with him. He began to peak as he envisioned her up again the wall, her big breasts pressed against him, his hands tight on her full hips, pressing her generous ass against the tiles. She would take every inch of him like she was made for it.
In the bedroom, Sonarika imagined the look Nawaz would have on his face when she mounted him, sliding her smoldering pussy down his monstrous shaft. She was right on the brink but couldn't quite go over. And then her imagination shifted to lying back in bed, her legs wide as he pounded her over and over again, ignoring her pleas to stop because it was too much, forcing her to cum over and over again on his enormous penis. She bit down a cry as she came. She kept going as it dragged out longer and more intense than she was used to, making her toes curl.
In the shower, Nawaz spurted against the shower wall as he imagined himself flooding Sonarika's tight little cunt over and over. Rope after rope of semen spattered uselessly on the tiles as he started breathing again.
Sonarika lay back in bed as she enjoyed the afterglow. It had been a long time since she'd cum and she'd almost forgotten how happy it made her.
"I simply must do this more often," she said with a slight giggle.
She heard the shower stop and a wave of self-consciousness replaced the wave of happiness. She straightened herself and then rolled over in bed. By the time nawaz came in, fully clothed, she had her nose in a book and was ignoring him. After all, she didn't really want him. It had just been the frustration talking.
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The next few weeks dragged by. On the surface, everything was fine. They worked. They talked. They had dinner. They watched TV. They went for walks. She began to teach Nawaz a little bit of dance. But beneath that, both of them were on edge. Because each of their minds was filled with barely-controlled sexual thoughts the other.
Nawaz had only been with six women in his life. One had refused sex once she saw how big his penis was (although she would come back on occasion to blow him or just look at it). Two had been OK with it after a while but had always found him a bit much. But his last girlfriend Neha Sharma -- who had heard about endowment from a friend -- had loved it. He could close his eyes and see Neha riding him or laying underneath him, cumming hard and moaning about how his massive cock was and how well he filled her. Even after they'd broken up, Nawaz would think about Neha Sharma and jack off to her.
He imagined that Sonarika would be like Neha. He imagined her getting on top of him, nervous but excited. He imagined those beautiful green eyes going wide when she felt his girth but then melting in surrender as her pussy stretched to accommodate him.
The sensible part of his brain tried to keep these fantasies in check. "Look at her," he said to himself. "Do you think a girl like that wants anything to do with you?" But it was hard to not think about it, seeing her every day, remembering that brief moment when he's seen her gloriously in her sports bra, getting to know and like her, savoring those brief moments when they inadvertently touched and her skin felt so soft and warm against his. As time went on, he was realizing that she wasn't just pretty. Or attractive. She was beautiful. He was completely smitten.
Sonarika wasn't quite in the same place. She knew this was just the quarantine speaking. But she was frequently aware of how he looked at her and how sexy it made her feel. She was now masturbating a few times a week -- a pace she'd never been at before. But no matter how much she tried to keep her sexual fantasies focused on other things, the idea of him constantly crept in, to the point where she couldn't really climax without thinking about him and his big cock.
But something gave her pause a couple of weeks later when she got the impersonal dumping of her life. It was an e-mail from the producer of her TV show "Prithvi Vallabh" that they had dumped her as the lead actress. She should have been heartbroken. Or at least angry at the short shrift. But, to her surprise, what she mostly felt was a sense of relief. It had never really been a good TV show. And she was honestly glad to be free of it.
It had nothing to do with Nawaz, obviously. And if she masturbated herself to two orgasms that night thinking about him taking her from behind ... well, that was still just the quarantine talking.
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It was about two days later when there was a blackout on the hottest day of the year. They woke up groggy and spent the entire morning trying to stay cool. Nawaz set up an ancient fan near the window to keep the circulation going. But it did little to relieve the oppressive heat.
About midday, Sonarika couldn't stand it any more. She went into the wardrobe to find something cooler to wear. It was so hot, she felt like wearing anything would be too much. After considering and rejecting several candidates, her eyes fixed on something at the back of the wardrobe and she grinned.
"Why not? It won't hurt to give him a little bit of eye candy. And it is the coolest thing I own."
A few minutes later, she returned to the living room. Nawaz glanced at her, realized what he was seeing and did a double take. She had shed her yoga pants and shirt and was now wearing a nike short and sports bra. For the first time since their initial meeting, he could fully appreciate her curvaceous body as the tight fabric emphasized her full hips and 36D breasts, which seemed about to pop out of the top. He tried to not ogle her so obviously. He tried to look away. And he utterly failed to do so.
Sonarika sat down on the couch. For most of her life, she wasn't comfortable being looked at the way Nawaz was looking at her. It was one of the reasons she had only worn this outfit in saunas or sparsely-inhabited beaches. And she was always self-conscious about it revealing her sexy body. But with Nawaz, she found herself liking the attention. Feeling sexy because of it. Maybe even a little aroused by it. And she was not self-conscious about her devices at all. He didn't stare at them, but he didn't pretend they didn't exist either.
"Let him look," she thought.
A few minutes passed. And then Nawaz spoke.
"Do you mind if I go a little lighter too?" he asked. "I'm burning up."
"No, be my guest," she said.
He stood up and slowly stripped off his shirt and shorts, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. They were a little small on him -- or at least not designed for men of his endowment -- and thus emphasized the outsized bulge in front. Now it was Sonarika's turn to gaze. As much as she'd appreciated that she was in a room with a well-hung man, she hadn't appreciated just quite how endowed he was. She could vaguely make out the shape of his large testicles and then the long tube of flesh going down the boxers. She was actually disappointed when he sat back down.
Sonarika lay on the couch, on her side in a way that emphasized the spectacular curve from her hips to her waist. Nawaz laid back on the floor, his endowment well visible. There was nothing to do without power and neither wanted to drain their phone. The heat sapped any will to talk or read. And so they lay there quietly, half-dozing in the oppressive heat. Each was lost in their own thoughts, which were turning increasingly toward each other.
Sonarika kept thinking about when Nawaz has brushed her hair and the kiss she had anticipated but that had never come. She began to imagine what might have happened if he had kissed her. Sonarika loved being kissed and loved the way she would completely melt under the weight of a good one. She imagined Nawaz giving her a kiss that made her toes curl. How she would have fallen into his arms. How he would have laid her back on the couch, slowly eroding her sensibilities with each touch of their lips.
Nawaz was thinking of the same moment. His heart felt heavy as he imagined her green eyes closing in passion as she got more and more into the moment. He imagined her climbing up on the table and leaning into him. He imagined pulling her closer and feeling her big breasts pressing into his chest. He realized that these thoughts were starting to make him hard and wondered how he could roll over without making it obvious.
Sonarika glanced down and was amazed to see that Nawaz's well-defined cock seemed to be getting bigger, firming up in his boxers and thickening. The sight prompted truly wicked thoughts in her head. She imagined going over and straddling him, pressing her mons against his big penis. His eyes would open wide in surprise. But it wouldn't take long before he was groping her, squeezing her, kissing her, devouring her body with his mouth and hands. She would ease his massive erection out and began rubbing it against her shorts as her passion took over.
Her nipples hardened painfully against the material of the sports bra. Her pussy was wet with desire. She began to gently squeeze her thighs together. It was intensely pleasurable; but all it did was deepen her need. After a while, she could feel an orgasm was out there; but she wasn't going to get there without something more direct.
She glanced over at Nawaz again. For a second, she was actually going to do it. She was going to walk over and just let it happen. Grind against his big cock until she came. But then the sensible part of her brain stopped her.
"It's just the heat. Don't ruin everything because you're letting it get to you."
Sonarika suddenly stood up. Nawaz glanced over, drinking in her form. She looked hot and bothered, almost radiant.
"I think I'm going to just hop in the shower," said Sonarika hurriedly. "Just to cool off for a second."
"OK," he mumbled, watching her ass as she hurried off.
The cold spray of water did little to snap Sonarika out of it. If anything, it seemed to make her desire even more focused and intense. She turned the water a little warmer and let it run down her body.
"I don't need a cold shower," she giggled. "I need to be fucked."
She began to mechanically rinse her body. But touching her own skin just heightened her arousal. She began to squeeze her breasts as her hand wandered down to her pussy again. Just a quick cum, she thought, and it'll all be out of my head.
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In the living room, Nawaz breathed a sigh of relief. Sonarika had left right as he got fully massively erect. And with the images buzzing through his mind, he knew it would be a long time before his hard-on went away. He peeled down his shorts and began quickly stroking his cock. Just a quick cum, he thought, and I can last the rest of the day.
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It didn't take Sonarika long. She was already highly aroused from her fantasies before. She leaned heavily against the wall as the orgasm that had been building all afternoon finally hit her. For a moment, she wished Nawaz could see her doing this, look into her face while she came.
But the climax didn't sate her need, it only stimulated it even more. She began to stroke her clit even harder, her head now filled with images of Nawaz barging into the bathroom and just taking her against the wall, working that massive cock of his deep into her, his eyes lighting up as she took every last inch. He would aggressively plow her through orgasm after orgasm, not even slowing down as she came all over his big cock. Then she imagined his strokes getting more and more erratic as he approached his own climax.
Sonarika wasn't on the pill; it created problems for her. But she liked the feeling. She had many boyfriends so far but she never allowed anyone to have sex with her, she felt sex before marriage was taboo. She had to be very careful because her cycles were irregular. But the feel of a man thrusting against her, putting his seed into her, following his instinct to impregnate her, satisfied something deep in her psyche.
She began to imagine Nawaz cumming inside her. She knew he'd cum massively and very deep. She imagined that animal look filling his eyes as he seeded her, trying to put his baby in her tender belly. And her second orgasm began to build.
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Nawaz knew he shouldn't be doing this but he needed to get off or he'd be hard for the rest of the day. He kept one ear on the sound of the shower and the water splashing off of Sonarika's curvaceous body, ready to stop the second the sound stopped. But a part of him hoped she would catch him anyway. He imagined her walking over, her voluptuous body still draped in a towel, examining his big cock like it was a specimen in her lab before beginning to stroke up and down its nine-inch length, her hand unable to completely encircle his considerable girth.
The towel would fall to the floor, revealing her glorious frame. She would straddle him, rubbing her warm pussy against him. She wouldn't initially intend to have sex. But the feel of his cock against her, the hotness of the moment, the way the kissing and groping eroded her sensibilities, would get her rolling her hips, maneuvering his gorged head until it was between her wet vulva and then slowly but surely taking him. He stretched out his legs and bumped against the table.
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Sonarika heard the noise of the table moving. For a moment, she wondered if Nawaz had finally had enough and was about to come into the bathroom and take her at long last. The door failed to open. But she wondered what she would have done if the curtain really had flown open to reveal Nawaz standing there, his cock massively erect. And that pushed her over again. Sonarika gripped the handrail tightly as a second even more powerful climax went through her. She rarely climaxed more than once -- from sex, from masturbating or from anything. It was more common for her not to cum at all. But her body was on fire today.
In the bedroom, Nawaz imagined Sonarika sliding her wet pussy down his cock, taking his girth easily and delightedly. He groaned as his balls filled with cum. But just as he was about to go off, he heard the shower stop.
Nawaz panicked. He pulled his boxers up but his erection tented them to an almost comical degree. He hurried into the bedroom and lay face-down on the bed, trying to look casual.
Sonarika came back in, now wearing the same outfit again. And the second she saw Nawaz lying on the bed, she knew her effort to relieve the pressure hadn't worked. She was still turned on.
She flopped down in the other bed. Regardless of her continued arousal, she was happy that Nawaz was in the bedroom with her. She just felt safer and more relaxed with him around. And in the warm heat of the afternoon and the warm pleasure of each other's presence, they both began to doze.
Sonarika began to dream. At first, it was only fragments. A hazy kiss in the darkness. A firm hand on her breast. But as she drifted deeper, she dreamed that she was tied up on the couch. It took her a moment to realize that the apartment had been robbed and she'd been trussed up and left on her own. She wasn't uncomfortable but she struggled and strained against the ropes to no avail.
She suddenly realized that Nawaz had come to her bed. He came over to her, a look of concern on his face, and gently checked her to make sure she was all right. But before she could utter a word of explanation, he kissed her.
Sonarika melted under the kiss. She began kissing him back, her heart pounding as she realized how deeply she'd wanted this. Nawaz's hands began to rove all over her body, lingering especially over her waist and her face. She still couldn't move but she writhed under his caresses. Nawaz pulled down the cups of her bra and began lavishing kisses on her breasts, sending her excitement soaring into the stratosphere. There was nothing she could do to stop him. And she didn't want to. He was going to have his way with her and she was going to love every minute of it.
He began kissing his way down her body, lingering a long time over her breasts and tummy. She began to breathe deeply, anticipating what he was about to do. Sonarika had always been somewhat indifferent to oral. She loved the idea but had always been somewhat disappointed with the execution. But she felt this was going to be different. She theatrically strained at the ropes and faux-begged him to untie her. But he ignored her pleas as he closed in on her pussy, which was now soaked in anticipation.
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Nawaz was also dreaming. In his dream, they were watching TV. Only instead of sitting in their usual spots on opposite ends of the couch, Sonarika was lying down, her auburn head nestled in his lap, her hand idly stroking his knee. As they watched, her hand began to move up his leg, slowly climbing up and up until it touched the head of his hardening cock.
Sonarika rolled over to face him, a catlike grin on her face. She was now openly stroking his cock through his pants. She rolled a bit more and kissed the swollen head through the fabric.
"You're so big," she said. "I don't know if it will fit inside me."
"I'll make it fit," he replied.
She maneuvered around until she was straddling him, her short skirt riding up over her big hips. She began to kiss him and rub her panty-covered cunt against him. He reached up and took hold of her big tits. She moaned into his mouth at the sensation.
"I've wanted this for so long," she said.
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In Sonarika's dream, her body was on fire as Nawaz mercilessly and expertly ate her out. She was still tied up so could only lie there helplessly while he worked her over, driving her excitement to higher and higher levels.
She began to alternate cooing encouragement at him and demanding to be cut loose. And he was picking up her every cue, doing the things that made her moan while taunting her when she struggled. Her body felt so hot she thought she might burn through the ropes. And she kept getting closer and closer. He was teasing her, pushing her right to the edge of climax but not quite over.
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In Nawaz's dream, Sonarika had mounted him. To his delight, she took his big cock easily, her full hips sliding down until he was completely inside her. She began riding him eagerly, moaning with each deep stroke. He knew he wasn't going to last long. He tried holding back. But she was too hot and too horny. Her relentless posting -- up and down, backward and forward -- was pushing him toward eruption. His balls felt heavy with cum.
"Sonarika, I'm not going to last long."
"It's OK. Cum inside me. I want you to cum inside me."
But just as he was about to erupt and fill Sonarika with his cum, he began to wake up. He felt a crushing disappointment descend on him, partially because the sex had been imaginary but mostly because he'd been so happy thinking Sonarika wanted him. He tried to push himself back into sleep, to continue the dream in his imagination. But all it did was wake him up faster.
He glanced briefly over his back at Sonarika's sleeping form, desperately wanting to go over and wake her up with a kiss. But he knew she didn't want it; even thinking about taking advantage of her that way felt like a betrayal. So he rolled over, still half-asleep, his cock now painfully erect and right on the verge of erupting.
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Just as Sonarika was about to cum, she also woke. She almost cried out in frustration. She was soaked in sweat from the hot day but also on fire with need. Her pussy was wet and needy. Her ovaries ached. She glanced over at Nawaz, who was still asleep, facing away from her, and then slowly moved her hand down to her wet pussy.
As she lay back in the bed, she imagined looking up and seeing him standing there. He would just watch as she pleasured herself. And once she really got going, he would get between her legs, push aside the thin strip over her pussy and go down on her until she couldn't take anymore. Just like in her dream.
Sonarika found herself desperately wishing her fantasy would become reality. Had Nawaz come over to her bed at the moment, she would have welcomed him, embraced him, let him have his way with her. Anything to relieve the desperate need between her legs.
Sonarika fought to stay still as she came for the third time that afternoon, this one even more intense. She wanted to cry out. She wanted to thrash on the bed. But she forced herself to stay still, barely holding on as waves of pleasure rolled through her body, her mind afire with images of Nawaz taking her.
Nawaz's hand had moved down to is swollen cock and stroked it a few times. But just that was enough to suddenly kick him over. He didn't dare properly stroke himself, lest Sonarika see what he was doing. So he just had to lie there, holding his breath as his cock jerked mightily, sending spurt after spurt into his boxers until the front was soaked with white semen. All he could think about in that moment was Sonarika cooing as he filled her up. Just being around Sonarika seemed to make him cum harder and more voluminously. He couldn't imagine how much he'd cum if he were actually with her.
As they lay there, each in a secret afterglow, there was a loud bang and the power came back on with a cold blast of air-conditioning. Sonarika quickly hopped up and went into the bathroom to change. Nawaz used it as an opportunity to clean himself up and close the windows. Within an hour, the apartment was reasonable again and they were back to their normal routine, pretending that none of it had happened.
"It's just a fantasy," Nawaz said to himself. "She doesn't want any of that."
"It was just the heat," Sonarika told herself. "Just the heat getting to me."
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Sonarika was broken out of her trance when she heard vikas shout from his bedroom
"Didi chai bana do na yaar"
Sonarika rushed to the kitchen to prepare tea for all three of them. Her mind was still on what had happened between her and Nawaz.
Sonarika found it strange the way she was compartmentalizing everything. Most of the time, Nawaz was just a presence in her life: an unseen companion during working hours, a good friend during the evening, a quiet stolid presence at night. But there were these sudden flashes where she was very turned on by him, sometimes wanting him to kiss her, sometimes wanting him to ravish her without mercy.
"You don't really want him," she kept telling herself. "It's just been too long. The minute you start meeting other people, you'll realize that."
Nawaz was in a similar place. He deeply enjoyed just hanging out with Sonarika, not even thinking about anything sexual. But she was increasingly intoxicating. Even the most innocent things would get him turned on. A quiet moment could suddenly be filled with intense fantasies.
"Don't ruin it," he kept telling himself. "You've got a good thing going."
One afternoon, he noticed she'd been unusually quiet. She had a habit of talking to herself while working, and it was one of the many things he found endearing about her. But she'd been oddly quiet all day. He went to check on her and found her curled up on the couch defensively. The way she was laying told him that something was wrong.
"Sonarika, are you OK?" he asked.
She didn't answer at first.
"Sonarika?"
"I'm fine," she said in a tone of voice that said she was anything but fine. Nawaz went over and sat on the table in front of the couch.
"Are you sure?"
He put his hand gently on her shoulder. Sonarika rolled onto her back and he could see that she'd been crying. She slowly sat up, facing him.
"It's OK. I just get like this sometimes. All the stress of finishing my acting classes and ... " she waved her hands at the world outside the windows.
"You want to talk about it."
She wiped her face.
"It's OK. I know you're busy."
"I'm never too busy for you," he said.
Suddenly, she was in Nawaz's arms. There was nothing sexual about it. She just needed to be held. And so he just held her, letting her breathe, occasionally rubbing her back.
After a few minutes, Sonarika sat back and started talking. And once the words came, it was a flood. She talked about being dumped by the TV show and how she felt bad that she didn't care about it. She talked about missing her family. She talked about the stress of finishing her acting classes. She talked about her struggling career. He made occasional comments ("Your TV show producer is a fool. You'll see your family soon enough.") But mostly, he just listened, which was what she needed.
She finally got around to what had touched off this particular bout of bad feeling. One of the faulty members was making things difficult for her, questioning everything she did and subtly dissing her work in meetings. She'd given a short Zoom seminar on a morning and he'd been all over her with "questions" that were mostly snide comments. That's when she was fired from the TV show. Nawaz listened for a while and then spoke.
"Let me ask you something. Does he have any power over you? Is he on your bucket list for future TV shows or writing letters or anything?"
"No. He's just an old fart. He's the kind of man who is bad to everyone but especially bad to women."
Nawaz paused. "Well, then fuck him. Who cares what he thinks?"
Sonarika gaped in astonishment.
"Next time, just say, 'I don't have time for your bullshit', mute him and let him rant at the screen."
Sonarika burst out laughing. And she laughed for a good minute, a sound which was music to Nawaz's ears.
"Thank you. Seriously, Nawaz. You have no idea how much I needed that perspective. 'Fuck him'. Yes."
She went to the kitchen and washed her face.
"Feeling better."
"A bit. I get like this sometimes. Just comes with being me. It takes a while to get right again. But it helps not being alone."
Nawaz saluted.
"Glad to be of service, my lady."
She went up and give him a little peck on the forehead before going back to work. Nawaz went back to his apartment but failed to get anything done due to the flip-flopping of his heart and the inability of his brain to form a coherent thought for some time. He felt like a little kid, not wanting to ever wash his forehead where he could still feel that little kiss.
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A week later, Sonarika had to go to the producers office for the first time in months. She told Nawaz it would probably take her all day and noted the slight disappointment in his eyes. But he was far from her thoughts once she got to work. She had missed being in the TV show; TV were definitely her jam. And the work went better than expected, allowing her to finish early.
So she was feeling pretty good as she headed home. Walking around still made her a bit nervous, mask or no mask. But she was looking forward to getting back home as well. She had to admit that having Nawaz around wasn't just better than having no one around, it was better than having almost anyone around. The way he looked at her. The way he looked after her. His patience with her girly movies or reality shows.
She stopped at a liquor store. She never drank but knew that Nawaz did. She found a little bottle of expensive whiskey; He deserved a little thank-you for everything.
When she went near her apartment, she saw the door of nawaz's apartment was open. She quietly pushed opened the door to his apartment, she was pleased to hear his familiar voice. But then she hesitated. The voice answering him was an unfamiliar female one.
She closed the door quietly and slowly edged around the corner of the wall. He was in his living room so she edged a little closer and peeked into a tiny space between the wall and the glass partition he had across the entrance.
Nawaz was facing away from her. But she could see his computer screen. On it was a very pretty girl.
Sonarika was surprised to feel a little upset. Not only that he had some girl he was seeing but that he had kept it a secret from her. She was about to move away when she caught the girl's name -- Neha Sharma. It was his ex. He'd mentioned that they'd parted on good terms. She could now see he hadn't been lying. She felt a flood of relief.
She went back to the little gap near the glass partition, For the most part, it was just standard chatter. His career, her quest for a movie, the lack of a social life. She was going to walk away again when she heard her own name.
"So ... how is Sonarika doing?"
"Well, I think. It's still hard on her, being so far away from her family. And her TV show also dumped her."
"Oh?" said Neha with a sly grin.
"I told you ... there's no chance at that."
"I can hope."
"I can't."
Sonarika frowned at the resignation in those words. She didn't like hearing him be down on himself. The problem wasn't that he wasn't good enough for her. The problem was ... well, she didn't know what the problem was, but that definitely wasn't it. It was just that she knew that her carnal thoughts were just the quarantine talking.
"She sounds great."
"She is. Which is why I don't want to wreck things."
"Well, she doesn't know what she's missing out on."
"I'm sure she does."
There was a pause and then Neha leaned in toward the camera.
"I sometimes miss it."
A note crept into Nawaz's voice that Sonarika had never heard before. A sly sort of confidence. It drew her attention back.
"It? Or me?"
"You, I could take or leave. It, though ..."
"Sometimes I think it was the only reason you were with me for so long."
"Oh, definitely," she said with a little laugh. "The rest of you ... meh."
For a second, Sonarika was offended on Nawaz's behalf. She was tempted to rush inside his flat and tell Neha off. But then another little laugh let her know that Neha was just flirting with him.
A pause. And then. "Is this the part where you're going to ask to see it?"
A little shudder went through Sonarika. She moved her head to the side just to make sure she wasn't visible to them. But the darkness of the living room kept her invisible.
"Maaaaybe. It has been a while. Maybe it's not quite as big as I remember."
"Only one way to find out."
Neha grinned. "Well."
"Well, what?"
"Do you think I could take a look?"
"A look at what?"
"That ... thing. Your thing."
"I have lots of things."
"The one in your pants."
"My wallet?"
"Something just to the side of it."
"Still not sure what you're on about."
Neha looked around, leaned in and mouthed, "Your cock."
"Why would you want to see that?"
"Because every girl likes the sight of a big fat cock."
"Not really."
"Well I do."
"What will you do if you see it?"
"Well, I'm wearing a short skirt right now. Use your imagination."
Sonarika heard the chair scrape against the carpet as Nawaz stood up. He pulled down is pants. From her angle, Sonarika couldn't see it. But she hard Neha giggle nervously.
"He doesn't need her," Sonarika thought. "She's far too skinny. He needs a real woman who can take what he has to give."
She flushed at the unexpected thought. The quarantine was really affecting her thinking.
"My memory never does it justice," Sonarika said with a little quaver in her voice. "I can't believe I let you put that thing in me."
"If I remember right, you were the one who climbed on board the first time," he said.
"It doesn't look quite full size, though. Maybe you need to play with it a bit."
A giant pile of emotions suddenly hit Sonarika all at once, with such an intensity that she almost staggered. She realized she couldn't just stay here and watch, as arousing as the sight was. She quietly exited the door.
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Nawaz turned, sure he had heard the door open and close. But he didn't hear Sonarika's shoes on the floor or see the light go on. He turned back to the screen. But the thought of Sonarika was now in his mind. He suddenly felt foolish standing there with his dick in his hand, showing it off to his ex. As beautiful as Neha was and as hot as she as for him ... she wasn't Sonarika.
"Something wrong?" she asked.
He turned back. "Nothing. Just a little tired I think."
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Sonarika walked a few blocks before the feelings in her head began to sort themselves out. The scene back at the apartment shouldn't have bothered her. But it did.
"Why?" she asked herself. "He's not your boyfriend. He's a single guy enjoying some attention from a woman. What's wrong with that?"
The sight of Nawaz and Neha in the early stages of Zoom sex had definitely bothered her. But she realized it had also aroused her. She wished she'd stayed to watch what had happened. Maybe even now, Nawaz was spurting cum all over the place. She shuddered with both disgust and arousal.
"It's just the quarantine talking," she said to herself. "You just haven't gotten any in so long."
That Nawaz was doing this with his ex also produced mixed feelings. On the one hand, she was happy that he was on good terms with her. On the other hand ...
On the other hand ...
Sonarika stopped on a street corner and looked at her reflection in the window of a closed store. She looked into her eyes.
"You know what this is all about, don't you? You, my girl, are jealous."
"No, I'm not. I'm just ... disgusted."
"No, you're not. You would have done Zoom sex with your bf had it mattered to you. You're jealous because he was showing off to another woman. To his ex. Not you. This is the exact way you'd react if he was cheating on you."
"That's ridiculous. He's not my boyfriend. He's just this guy that ..."
"You have sexual fantasies about almost every night. That makes you feel safe and cared about and beautiful. And is sexually pleasing a woman a thousand miles away wile you sit there ten feet away doing nothing."
She sat down on a bench, her head spinning.
"It's just the quarantine. The minute he goes away-"
And just thinking those words made her heart ache. She didn't want him to go away. She wanted him to stay. She'd wanted him to stay for months. She didn't want this lockdown to end. She wanted him. Nawaz. Her friend. Her best friend.
Sonarika stood up and began to walk back toward the apartment. She wasn't sure what she was thinking. She wasn't sure what she was feeling. All she was sure of was that she wanted to get back to their place, curl up next to him on the couch and feel safe and loved. And then ... see what happened.
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In the apartment, Nawaz was sitting in front of the computer. His Zoom sex with Neha -- if that was what you called it -- had not been very satisfying. It was nice to be appreciated and desired. And he had taken some satisfaction in watching Neha bring herself to climax as he stroked his cock for her. But he hadn't cum. And the whole thing had left him feeling empty.
He'd been somewhat surprised to get a text from Neha asking if he wanted to chat over Zoom. They had been in semi-regular contact since breaking up -- the odd text and occasional phone conversation. There was no way they were ever getting back together. But it was nice to talk to her occasionally. And since he knew Sonarika would be out that day, it had seemed like a good time.
Seeing her face had reminded him both of how much he liked her and how glad he was to be out of the relationship. The sex had been amazing, yes. And they were still good friends. But she wasn't interested in being a star actress, had no interest in his interests and had little use for the stay-at-home life he preferred. She was the kind of girl who wanted to be out all night with friends and he just ... wasn't that.
But what was really getting to him was that, as pretty as Neha was and as much as she wanted him -- physically, if not emotionally -- it wasn't enough.
It wasn't Sonarika.
Neha had been encouraging about Sonarika. He had expected her to either not care or to be jealous, but she seemed genuinely happy that he had found a friend and enthusiastic about the idea of their getting together.
"You're a good guy," she'd said in a text weeks ago. "And I want you to be happy."
"That's nice."
"Plus, every day you're not making a woman happy with that thing between your legs is a wasted one. ;-)"
This was her sense of humor, one of the things that had made their relationship good while it lasted. But it struck home just a little bit. He didn't just want to sleep with Sonarika; he wanted to please her. It sounded ridiculous when he thought about it: he wasn't doing a woman a favor by sleeping with her. But imagining Sonarika's body convulsing in orgasm or her eyes glazing with pleasure. Or just thinking about her lying in bed, sexually exhausted. It was part of how he felt about her.
He sighed. There was clearly no hope in that direction. But he was trapped. He should move out for his own sanity. But, at the same time, the idea of moving away made his heart break. If it was a choice between celibacy with Sonarika and a sex life without her ... well, maybe he'd feel differently when the quarantine was over.
As he was about to close up the computer, an e-mail came in from the producer of his new movie. He clicked on it.
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Nawaz was already in Sonarika's apartment chatting with her brother about his exams and his schedule. His mind was disturbed after reading the email.
Sonarika was almost shaking with nervousness when she got back to the apartment. She still had no idea what she was going to do. No idea what she felt. No idea what was going to happen. Was the relationship they'd carefully built over the lasts several months going to come crashing down? Was it going to change? Were things just going to continue as normal? She didn't know. And the lack of knowing scared her. She felt like something momentous was about to happen but had no idea what.
She laughed to herself slightly. The one person she wished she could talk to about it was Nawaz.
The apartment was strangely quiet when she opened the door. She checked the living room ... nothing. She went into the bedroom and saw him lying curled up on the bed. Her heart beat faster in her chest. Vikas was in his room studying.
"What do I do?" she asked herself. "What do I feel? What does he feel?" She'd thought that seeing him would make all the answers obvious. But it only made her more confused.
Amidst this, she suddenly noticed there was something odd about the way he was lying. It was not his usual casual sprawl. He was curled up defensively. It took a moment for her to realize: something had gone badly wrong.
Sonarika put all her confused feelings aside for a moment. She crept over and laid down next to him on the bed. She curled up against him and put her arms around him, holding him the same way he'd held her when the depression had hit. He unclenched a bit under her embrace.
"Nawaz, are you OK? Is something wrong? You can tell me."
"It's ... nothing."
"You're my friend. I won't judge you or anything. I'm here for you."
He got his phone, thumbed a bit and held it up. Sonarika looked at it for a moment before she realized what it said. His producer had fired him from his movies.
"Oh, Nawaz .... It's OK. Don't let it get you down. You're a smart, hard-working guy. You are one of the best actors in this country. Something will come up, I know."
"You can't know that."
"I know I don't share my feelings with losers. So if you're here ..."
"I just ... I feel so useless right now. It's like the last seven months have been wasted. I've been fired from 3 movies."
She hesitated. She hadn't been expecting the words that now rolled off of his tongue.
"And just your being here ... has meant a lot to me. I'm glad it's been you I've had to spend these months with. I don't know that I would have gotten through them in one piece without you. There's no one else I'd rather be here with. You're the sweetest guy I've ever met."
He reached up and took her hand. His body relaxed against hers. It was silent for a long time.
"I think that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me."
"Well, then you need better friends because every word of it is true."
They didn't speak after that. They just lay there, listening to each other's breathing. And they fell asleep with Sonarika still holding him.
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Back in his bedroom, vikas couldn't concentrate on studies. He was very angry with his sister's behaviour in front of Nawaz. Vikas touched his dick and realised it was already hard, he didn't understand why he was getting an erection at this point. Vikas was disappointed with Nawaz too, being a great actor he expected a lot better from him. Vikas was also hurt that he considered Nawaz as one of his best friends yet he was behaving like this with him. Vikas was in no mood to study, he turned off the lights and went to sleep.
In the next bedroom, Sonarika had changed into her night dress and was trying to sleep. She was twisting and turning on the bed. She was super horny after what had happened between her and Nawaz. She really admired his daring and bold attitude. Nawaz was basically trying to get intimate with her in her own house. Sonarika loved such guys who were bold and forward. But she was also ashamed that Nawaz was almost 50 years old and she did all of this with a old man. She pulled the blanket on top of her head and closed her eyes. She could still feel his hand on her midriff, the cold ice on her sexy navel and her cleavage. She started moaning lightly because of this. She didn't realise when she fell asleep.
Next morning, Sonarika got up early and saw that her brother was still sleeping. She was in her night dress. She was looking like a doll in her Mickey mouse night dress. She was braless underneath, as she felt uncomfortable while sleeping with a bra on. Her big natural boobs were bouncing as she walked. She got fresh and prepared coffe for herself and her brother. She took the coffee and went to the main door to get today's newspaper. She opened her door and saw Nawaz was standing there in his bicycle shorts. He had just returned from his early morning bicycle ride. Nawaz turned back and their eyes met. Sonarika blushed a bit
Sonarika: Good morning
Nawaz: Good morning dear. Thanks for last nights dinner. It was tasty.
Sonarika blushed a bit after hearing that, she looked down and her eyes fell towards the big tent forming in his pants. She licked her lips and wanted to tease him a bit. She bent down to get the newspaper and saw nawaz's eyes were on her cleavage. Nawaz got the best view of her boobs so far, he quickly realised she was braless underneath. She stood up with the newspaper and Nawaz checked out her poking nipples from her shirt.
He walked forward and went near her, he asked her "Aaj bhi dinner pe aau" ??
She was taken aback by his question, she didn't know how to react. She just muttered "Ok theek hai".
Just then vikas came into the living room and saw both of them were standing very close to each other. Nawaz saw him and said "Good morning vikas"
Sonarika almost jumped after listening to his name which caused her massive boobs to jiggle a lot. Vikas asked "Kya chal raha hai"
Nawaz: Arey tumhari didi ne mujhe aaj bhi dinner pe invite kiya. Ussi ki baat ho rahi thi
Sonarika looked at vikas with pleading eyes, she didn't invite him. He invited himself.
She turned back and closed the door, Nawaz had his eyes on her big ass as she turned.
Rest of the day was spent as usual, soon it was evening and Nawaz was getting excited for dinner tonight. He bought a beautiful bouquet of roses for her. Nawaz checked his watch, it was only 7:15 PM. He was restless, he stepped out of his house and knocked on the door of the bhadoria's. It was vikas who opened the door, he saw Nawaz and faked a smile for him.
Vikas: Arey bhaiyya itne jaldi?
Nawaz: Ghar baithe baithe bore ho raha tha. Socha thoda jaldi aata hu
Nawaz stepped forward and Vikas closed the door. Nawaz and vikas settled down on the couch and started chatting.
Sonarika was in her bedroom doing yoga, she was in her nike sports bra and yoga pants. It displayed her figure to perfection, she was busy with yoga and failed to realise that Nawaz has already arrived early. After some time she was done with the yoga and opened the door of her room and stepped out. She walked towards the kitchen to get some water and saw Nawaz was staring at her like a wolf. She was beyond embarassed as she was in her sports bra. She quickly covered her boobs with her hand and ran towards her bedroom. Nawaz had his eyes fixed on her sexy swaying ass as she ran and also her big milky jiggling breasts.
Sonarika slammed the door shut,
SHIT.........SHIT........SHIT................SHIT
She was never embarassed like this in her life, she didn't want to go out again. She just wanted to disappear, she didn't know Nawaz was already in the living room.
Sonarika stood there and looked at herself in the mirror, a thousand thoughts buzzing through her head. She had no idea what she was supposed to do now. But she knew she couldn't go back out into the apartment. Not with him there. Not with ...
She jumped when there was a gentle knock on the door.
"What do you want?" she barked, more harshly than she intended.
"Didi Nawaz bhaiyya balcony mein gaye hai. Aap bahar aa sakti ho", it was vikas
She opened the door cautiously, grabbed the towel and wrapped it around her body. She quickly found a minimizer bra and the baggiest sweater and sweat pants she could.
She hesitated a bit. She really didn't want to let ... for a moment, she was so flustered she couldn't remember his name ...But she supposed she had little choice. She opened the bedroom door and then stepped back defensively into the living room.
Nawaz stepped in, looking mortified.
"I'm really-"
"I heard you the first time. It's not your fault."
"Look, this is your place. I can understand if after ..." He waved his hand vaguely toward the bedroom. " ... you don't feel comfortable with me around here. You guys only agreed for dinner because my cook is on vacation. I'll go to a hotel or something and ..."
He looked down at his feet. His obvious embarrassment made Sonarika feel a little better. But seeing his genuine awkwardness about it made her heart soften a bit.
"It's not safe to eat at a hotel right now because of covid. I can't let you endanger your life."
He looked up. "Oh ... well, that's ... look, I promise I'll stay out of your way. You won't even know I'm here."
Soon it was time for dinner, Nawaz and Sonarika avoided eye contact throughout the dinner. Vikas was also embarassed a lot, some stranger got to see his sister in her sports bra. There was awkward silence in the room, dinner was finished and Nawaz left without saying a word.
That night, Sonarika tossed and turned in bed. She really didn't like the idea of exposing herself in front of a stranger. And, although he wasn't being obvious about it, he couldn't seem to take his eyes off her.
She knew her own behavior that evening had not been great. She'd been short with him and refused to engage in the conversations he'd tried to start. The more she thought about it tough, the more she felt her embarrassment begin to fade. What had happened earlier wasn't anyone's fault, just a stupid accident brought on by an unusual circumstance. It wasn't like no man had ever seen her naked before. And he'd treated her like a gentleman ever since, not even making a wisecrack about it.
She realized that she was just frustrated with the whole situation and she was harboring some resentment toward him because ... well, because he was there. And she needed to be angry at somebody. And that realization settled her spirit. She resolved to be a little nicer to him the next day and then fell into a decent if uneasy sleep.
Next morning, the whole nation was shocked. A second lockdown was announced by the government because of the rising covid cases. Sonarika and Vikas were constantly in touch with their parents. They got to know that all the flights were suspended. So Mr and Mrs bhadoria were left stranded in new delhi. Sonarika assured her parents that she will take care of her brother and herself. Both Sonarika and Vikas were worried about the situation. Nawaz knocked on their door and all 3 of them had the same discussion. Nawaz told them that his cook was stranded at his village, Sonarika told him to have lunch and dinner with them daily. Nawaz promised to take care of all the grocery shopping and everything.
By now, Nawaz had given up on seducing her. He thought she never showed any interest from her side, also they have been very sweet to him. Inviting him for lunch and dinner and also being good neighbours. Nawaz wanted to show affection and care, he took care of the day to day grocery shopping and everything else. Sonarika took care of preparing lunch and dinner. Vikas was busy with studies as his exams were starting next week.
Their arrangement worked well for a few more days. But one night, Sonarika was tossing and turning in bed, unable to get within screaming distance of sleep. Every time she would start to nod off, she would hear a siren in the distance; someone else headed to the hospital. It felt like the world was ending. She had never felt so alone in her life. Her family and friends were thousands of miles away.Vikas was busy with his studies. She was feeling lonely.
"That's mean," she said to herself. "He's not a jackass. He's nothing to write home about but he's not a jackass. We just got off on the wrong foot."
She actually giggled slightly, thinking about that moment. It was so ridiculous. The look on his face had been one for the ages. There was shock and amazement, yes. But he was such a male that, even in that moment, he couldn't help but notice her body. It was almost cute the way he looked at her, in a puppyish kind of way. For the first time in the week and a half since that day, she relaxed ever so slightly.
She sat up in bed, a thought forming. She looked around the empty bedroom again. As she did, another siren wailed in the distance, sending a shudder down her back.
She got out of bed and quickly pulled on some shorts. Then she unlocked the door and stepped through the short hallway into the living room. She went near the main door and knocked on nawaz's door. She was having butterflies in her stomach. Nawaz opened the door and was startled to see her standing at his door at this time.
"Look, this is ... this is stupid. Why don't you ... why don't you come into our apartment and i'll make coffee for both of us?"
Nawaz shook his head to clear his ears, not quite believing what he'd just heard. He sat up, blearily. He couldn't help but notice how pretty she looked in the dim light from the street lamps. The light caught her face just right and the t-shirt, as baggy as it was, couldn't hide her generous bust.
"What?"
"You heard me."
"Are you sure?"
She nodded. "Yeah. You're going to destroy your mental health staying alone all this time. And ... I think I can trust you."
A little thrill went through nawaz at the sound of those words. He stood up and stretched. And this time, it was Sonarika's turn to take notice. He was never going to be anyone's idea of physical specimen, but he wasn't hideous. The darkness made him look a little less dorky. And as he stood up, the boxer shorts emphasized the substantial presence between his legs. For a moment, she remembered that moment when they'd met. She hadn't noticed at the time; she'd been in a state of shock. But replaying it at a distance, she realized he was quite gifted down there.
But she did enjoy the view. Just a bit.
Sonarika guided him quietly into their living room and went inside the kitchen to make coffee for herself and Nawaz. Nawaz also joined her in the kitchen and both of them started chit chatting in hushed tones. They didn't want to disturb vikas who was studying the whole night in the bedroom. Sonarika and Nawaz settled down on the couch and chatted the night away. She was feeling a lot better with someone to talk to. She also figured out he was capable of having nice conversations around variety of topics.
That seemed to break the tension. Within the next few days, they were comfortably in a routine. They barely spoke during the day but would sit down to dinner together or watch TV while eating. They had very different tastes in TV, but both were patient when the other had the remote.
They began alternating nights cooking. It took Nawaz a little while to get used to her dietary needs but he was not a bad cook. Not as good as Sonarika, but not bad. And at least he tried, which was more than Sonarika could say for vikas her brother.
The best time was at night, however. They would lie back in their seats and talk. With so much happening in the world, it was good to just not be alone. And it was good to have someone who would go out into the world for her.
Sonarika was beginning to think she'd misjudged him based on that first impression. He was OK. Not great, but she could stand having him around until things got back to normal. He had a brain in his head and was a gentleman to her. And he would listen when she talked ... really, listen, which was something she desperately needed now.
She even stopped minding the way Nawaz looked at her. She'd always been self-conscious about the attentions of men, rarely dressing to emphasize her figure and almost never wearing makeup. But he wasn't creepy about it. He never made a suggestive remark or touched her unnecessarily. She wasn't even sure he was conscious of the way his eyes would linger over the curve from her waist to her hip or fixate on her eyes or hair. There was almost an innocence in the way he just ... liked looking at her. And knowing she was safe with him made his attention flattering rather than threatening. She wondered if he fantasized about her and found herself almost hoping that he did.
For his part, Nawaz was happy but with a bit of bittersweetness. Having Sonarika as a friend was great. But he also could feel himself starting to fall for her. It was getting more and more difficult to ignore how attractive he found her -- intellectually, emotionally and physically. She wasn't just a pretty face; she was smart and kind. She was willing to have conversations about his interests -- action movies and science fiction -- as long as he had conversations about hers -- science and celebrity gossip. And he was slowly beginning to feel more at ease with her than he ever had with a woman.
He knew he had no chance with her and that bothered him. Being her friend was obviously a factor. But even sans vikas, he could tell she didn't think about him that way and never would. And he was determined not to even try to go beyond their friendship lest he ruin it. Being friends and coffee buddies was better than nothing after all. Talking to her, making her laugh, even just sitting on the couch with her while she rolled her eyes at his taste in movies.
But still. The way her hair moved when she shook her head. The way her smile began in her eyes. The way her clothes tried and failed to conceal her shapely figure. He couldn't deny where his heart was going.
They began to go on walks in the society. Not long; Sonarika was still a bit nervous about the virus. But enough to get some exercise and fresh air. Sonarika enjoyed the company, feeling less lonely with every step they took together. And Nawaz thought she looked adorable in a mask. It emphasized her bright green eyes and the way her long brownish black hair blew across her face in the wind. And when she smiled, he could see it in those eyes.
It was a blazing hot late afternoon when the door to the apartment flew open and Sonarika came in almost in tears. She stomped into the bathroom and slammed the door.
Nawaz's first instinct was not to say anything until she came out. But hearing her frustrated grunting inside made him go up and rap gently on the door.
"Sonarika, is everything OK?
"No. But it's nothing major. I can deal with it."
"OK. Just let me know if you need anything."
"Ugh. Maybe a scissors."
The door opened again and she leaned toward him.
"I was walking back, just a block away, when something fell into my hair. And I can't get it out."
Nawaz looked at where she was pointing. There was a dark drop.
"It looks like ... tar. Maybe it dripped off a roof?"
"Whatever it is, I'm not getting it out."
She put a comb in her hair and tugged uselessly against the splotch. Then she threw the comb down in frustration.
"It's just a little tar."
"I know. It's just ... it's been a rough day. And this was just the icing on the cake."
"Here, let me help," said Nawaz.
"No, it's OK, I-"
"I've got two younger sisters. I'm an expert at getting stuff out of hair."
She looked at him.
"I mean, granted it was sometimes stuff I put there, but ..."
Sonarika laughed and handed him the comb. She walked into the living room and sat on the table. Nawaz sat behind her and began slowly picking at the knot in her hair while cleaning out the hair with a wet cloth. He eventually used a tiny bit of oil from the kitchen and that did the trick. But the hair around it was hopelessly tangled. He went to the bathroom and got a brush and began working over the tangles. Sonarika began to relax as he made long slow strokes through her abundant hair. Her shoulders eased a bit and she realized they'd been tense ever since the quarantine started.
"You have really great hair," said Nawaz. "You mind if I brush it out a bit?"
"Not at all," purred Sonarika.
She closed her eyes as he continued, enjoying each drag of the brush through her tresses. She hadn't had her hair done in over a year. She hadn't had anyone pay attention to her like this in even longer. And after a tough day, this kind of attention was exactly what she needed. Her breath began to deepen. Every muscle in her body relaxed.
Nawaz hadn't been lying; he had always been the best in the family in dealing with his sisters' hair. But as he brushed Sonarika's straight brownish hair, a feeling of happiness enveloped him. Just being this close to her was intoxicating. She smelled wonderful and her skin and hair were soft to the touch. And feeling her body relax and her breath deepen made him want to never stop.
Sonarika began to feel a small tingle at the base of her spine. And as Nawaz continued his work, brushing and smoothing her hair like a trained beautician, she became aware of how close he was, how strong his hands felt when he occasionally touched her shoulder or back, how deep his voice was when he spoke, how his breath stirred the delicate strands of her hair on her neck.
It had been far too long since she'd been this close to a man. And for the first time in months, she felt the absence from her life. The tingle in her back began to spread.
They sat there, in increasingly loud silence, as Nawaz continued to brush her hair, which was now shone like a mix of platinum and copper. It was the most beautiful hair color he'd ever seen. He found himself wanting to kiss her. He resisted the temptation; he knew she wanted nothing of the kind. But she looked so beautiful. And the air between them was heavy.
Sonarika let the tingles spread throughout her body. She had the crazy notion that Nawaz was going to kiss her. And for a moment, she wanted him to. Her lips parted slightly, needing to be kissed. But the kiss never came. And the tingles slowly faded away, leaving her feeling like she was glowing.
"Thank you, Nawaz," she said, opening her eyes. "It's been a long time since anyone did something like that for me."
Nawaz nodded. He tried to smoothly get up and return the brush to the bathroom. But he was so intoxicated by her, he stumbled over the couch on the way. It was worth it; it provoked the most genuine laughter he'd yet heard from his friend, a long unreserved gale.
Sonarika went to the mirror to check out nawaz's work. She had not seen her hair look this good in a long time and it made her happier than she had been since quarantine began. She was tempted to run over and give Nawaz a little kiss on the cheek.
That night, Sonarika dreamed about sex for the first time in months. The images were vague and indistinct. But she woke feeling aroused.
By now, Nawaz used to stay the complete day at her apartment. Vikas used to be busy in his bedroom with his exams. He used to study the whole night after that, preparing for his next subject. His interactions with his sister and Nawaz were minimal. He was also used to seeing Nawaz in his apartment for almost 12 to 15 hrs daily. He was fully immersed in his preparation and hardly had any time to talk to anyone of them.
A few days later, Sonarika was in the bedroom and Nawaz was in the shower when she suddenly heard the water stop. He came out, dripping wet, with only a towel around his waist.
"Is there a problem?" she asked.
"I'm out of soap," he said sheepishly. "I don't suppose ... you have any I could use?"
"Of course."
She scrambled over the bed and bent over to get at the bottom drawer of her dresser. As she did, she realized that the top she was wearing was low cut and Nawaz could almost certainly see down her shirt and glimpse her deep cleavage. With a little inward smile, she took her time, letting him enjoy the view a bit. It had been a bit too long since she'd flirted with anyone.
After a minute, she came up with a box. And now it was her turn to get a little eye candy. The front of Nawaz's towel was dented a bit southward of his crotch. Quite a bit southward.
"He is quite well-equipped," she said to herself. He quickly grabbed the bar and headed back into the shower.
Sonarika lay back in the bed. She was feeling disoriented, her mind empty. Her thoughts were spinning around in little circles. It took her a minute to figure out what was going on: for the first time since the quarantine began, she was turned on.
Sonarika had gone for long periods without sex from time to time, being in a long-distance relationship. But this was the longest she had gone without intimacy since her first time. The unexpected celibacy had been eating at her, but she'd subconsciously buried that feeling for months. She wasn't sure what suddenly uncorked them. It wasn't the first time she'd seen Nawaz in a towel (or less) or been reminded that he was endowed. But within moments, her body was suffused with months of built-up sexual tension pouring through it at once. As if she'd gone into heat.
As Nawaz showered, Sonarika lay back on the bed. Her hard nipples strained against the tight bra. She put her hands into her pants and touched her pussy. A shudder went through her as her fingers touched her wet lips.
"It has been way too long," she said to herself. "Way way way too long."
Sonarika had never been big on masturbation. Even when she was thousands of miles away from her partner, it was maybe a once-a-month thing. But as the moment dragged on and her long-neglected needs burned hotter and hotter, she began to stroke her hard clit. Her other hand came up and found one of her heavy breasts and began to knead. Slowly, the dam gave way. All the sexual needs the she had been ignoring for the last few months came rushing over her in a hot wave. And she was surprised to find herself thinking about Nawaz. And especially about the hefty thing she'd glimpsed dangling between his legs.
"If you're looking at Nawaz that way," she said to herself with a laugh, "It's definitely been way too long."
Her fingers quickened their pace. "But maybe I should just get it out of my system."
As her hands moved over her body, she found herself wondering if Nawaz was doing the same in the shower. She knew men needed to get off on a regular basis and the shower was practically the only place Nawaz could get any privacy. She imagined him stroking that big thing. Maybe even while thinking of her. And her hands moved faster.
She'd never fixated on size. In fact, she had always found the idea of a big cock a bit off-putting. A friend back home had slept with a well-endowed man and described it as awful. But after such a long celibacy, the idea of taking a massive one was growing on her.
The dam was now broken. Months-buried sexual thoughts surged through her mind as if trying to satisfy her entire built-up libido in just a few moments. Her body flushed with heat. Her vagina felt empty and needy, like there was an itch deep inside that only a big cock could scratch. She didn't just need to have sex; she needed to be fucked. She needed to be taken, overwhelmed, pounded to exhaustion. She needed her hips to tremble as she came hard. And knowing there was a man just a few feet away who could give her what she needed drove her to greater and greater heights of arousal.
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In the shower, Nawaz was indeed masturbating. The sight of Sonarika's cleavage would have burned into the consciousness of any man. But because of the way he felt about her, it was almost painfully erotic. He imagined what it would have been like if she had simply undone the towel and taken his hardening cock into her mouth. His size always made fellatio tricky, but she would be too horny to let that stand in her way. He knew he wouldn't have lasted long with such a big buildup and such an attractive partner. He imagined her eyes going wide as he gave in, unable to hold out, and flooded her mouth with days worth of cum.
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Sonarika began to imagine ways to seduce him as her climax began to build. She could let him come home to find her asleep and nude in his bed. Or walk into his "apartment" and sit astride his lap. But then she fixated on simply going over to him during the night and taking him. He would be hard already, dreaming about her. And when she mounted his big pole, he wouldn't know if he was awake or dreaming. She moaned as her body got closer and closer to the edge of the falls.
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Nawaz gasped as his balls filled up and prepared to unleash. He was now imagining that she had come into the shower and climbed in with him. He began to peak as he envisioned her up again the wall, her big breasts pressed against him, his hands tight on her full hips, pressing her generous ass against the tiles. She would take every inch of him like she was made for it.
In the bedroom, Sonarika imagined the look Nawaz would have on his face when she mounted him, sliding her smoldering pussy down his monstrous shaft. She was right on the brink but couldn't quite go over. And then her imagination shifted to lying back in bed, her legs wide as he pounded her over and over again, ignoring her pleas to stop because it was too much, forcing her to cum over and over again on his enormous penis. She bit down a cry as she came. She kept going as it dragged out longer and more intense than she was used to, making her toes curl.
In the shower, Nawaz spurted against the shower wall as he imagined himself flooding Sonarika's tight little cunt over and over. Rope after rope of semen spattered uselessly on the tiles as he started breathing again.
Sonarika lay back in bed as she enjoyed the afterglow. It had been a long time since she'd cum and she'd almost forgotten how happy it made her.
"I simply must do this more often," she said with a slight giggle.
She heard the shower stop and a wave of self-consciousness replaced the wave of happiness. She straightened herself and then rolled over in bed. By the time nawaz came in, fully clothed, she had her nose in a book and was ignoring him. After all, she didn't really want him. It had just been the frustration talking.
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The next few weeks dragged by. On the surface, everything was fine. They worked. They talked. They had dinner. They watched TV. They went for walks. She began to teach Nawaz a little bit of dance. But beneath that, both of them were on edge. Because each of their minds was filled with barely-controlled sexual thoughts the other.
Nawaz had only been with six women in his life. One had refused sex once she saw how big his penis was (although she would come back on occasion to blow him or just look at it). Two had been OK with it after a while but had always found him a bit much. But his last girlfriend Neha Sharma -- who had heard about endowment from a friend -- had loved it. He could close his eyes and see Neha riding him or laying underneath him, cumming hard and moaning about how his massive cock was and how well he filled her. Even after they'd broken up, Nawaz would think about Neha Sharma and jack off to her.
He imagined that Sonarika would be like Neha. He imagined her getting on top of him, nervous but excited. He imagined those beautiful green eyes going wide when she felt his girth but then melting in surrender as her pussy stretched to accommodate him.
The sensible part of his brain tried to keep these fantasies in check. "Look at her," he said to himself. "Do you think a girl like that wants anything to do with you?" But it was hard to not think about it, seeing her every day, remembering that brief moment when he's seen her gloriously in her sports bra, getting to know and like her, savoring those brief moments when they inadvertently touched and her skin felt so soft and warm against his. As time went on, he was realizing that she wasn't just pretty. Or attractive. She was beautiful. He was completely smitten.
Sonarika wasn't quite in the same place. She knew this was just the quarantine speaking. But she was frequently aware of how he looked at her and how sexy it made her feel. She was now masturbating a few times a week -- a pace she'd never been at before. But no matter how much she tried to keep her sexual fantasies focused on other things, the idea of him constantly crept in, to the point where she couldn't really climax without thinking about him and his big cock.
But something gave her pause a couple of weeks later when she got the impersonal dumping of her life. It was an e-mail from the producer of her TV show "Prithvi Vallabh" that they had dumped her as the lead actress. She should have been heartbroken. Or at least angry at the short shrift. But, to her surprise, what she mostly felt was a sense of relief. It had never really been a good TV show. And she was honestly glad to be free of it.
It had nothing to do with Nawaz, obviously. And if she masturbated herself to two orgasms that night thinking about him taking her from behind ... well, that was still just the quarantine talking.
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It was about two days later when there was a blackout on the hottest day of the year. They woke up groggy and spent the entire morning trying to stay cool. Nawaz set up an ancient fan near the window to keep the circulation going. But it did little to relieve the oppressive heat.
About midday, Sonarika couldn't stand it any more. She went into the wardrobe to find something cooler to wear. It was so hot, she felt like wearing anything would be too much. After considering and rejecting several candidates, her eyes fixed on something at the back of the wardrobe and she grinned.
"Why not? It won't hurt to give him a little bit of eye candy. And it is the coolest thing I own."
A few minutes later, she returned to the living room. Nawaz glanced at her, realized what he was seeing and did a double take. She had shed her yoga pants and shirt and was now wearing a nike short and sports bra. For the first time since their initial meeting, he could fully appreciate her curvaceous body as the tight fabric emphasized her full hips and 36D breasts, which seemed about to pop out of the top. He tried to not ogle her so obviously. He tried to look away. And he utterly failed to do so.
Sonarika sat down on the couch. For most of her life, she wasn't comfortable being looked at the way Nawaz was looking at her. It was one of the reasons she had only worn this outfit in saunas or sparsely-inhabited beaches. And she was always self-conscious about it revealing her sexy body. But with Nawaz, she found herself liking the attention. Feeling sexy because of it. Maybe even a little aroused by it. And she was not self-conscious about her devices at all. He didn't stare at them, but he didn't pretend they didn't exist either.
"Let him look," she thought.
A few minutes passed. And then Nawaz spoke.
"Do you mind if I go a little lighter too?" he asked. "I'm burning up."
"No, be my guest," she said.
He stood up and slowly stripped off his shirt and shorts, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. They were a little small on him -- or at least not designed for men of his endowment -- and thus emphasized the outsized bulge in front. Now it was Sonarika's turn to gaze. As much as she'd appreciated that she was in a room with a well-hung man, she hadn't appreciated just quite how endowed he was. She could vaguely make out the shape of his large testicles and then the long tube of flesh going down the boxers. She was actually disappointed when he sat back down.
Sonarika lay on the couch, on her side in a way that emphasized the spectacular curve from her hips to her waist. Nawaz laid back on the floor, his endowment well visible. There was nothing to do without power and neither wanted to drain their phone. The heat sapped any will to talk or read. And so they lay there quietly, half-dozing in the oppressive heat. Each was lost in their own thoughts, which were turning increasingly toward each other.
Sonarika kept thinking about when Nawaz has brushed her hair and the kiss she had anticipated but that had never come. She began to imagine what might have happened if he had kissed her. Sonarika loved being kissed and loved the way she would completely melt under the weight of a good one. She imagined Nawaz giving her a kiss that made her toes curl. How she would have fallen into his arms. How he would have laid her back on the couch, slowly eroding her sensibilities with each touch of their lips.
Nawaz was thinking of the same moment. His heart felt heavy as he imagined her green eyes closing in passion as she got more and more into the moment. He imagined her climbing up on the table and leaning into him. He imagined pulling her closer and feeling her big breasts pressing into his chest. He realized that these thoughts were starting to make him hard and wondered how he could roll over without making it obvious.
Sonarika glanced down and was amazed to see that Nawaz's well-defined cock seemed to be getting bigger, firming up in his boxers and thickening. The sight prompted truly wicked thoughts in her head. She imagined going over and straddling him, pressing her mons against his big penis. His eyes would open wide in surprise. But it wouldn't take long before he was groping her, squeezing her, kissing her, devouring her body with his mouth and hands. She would ease his massive erection out and began rubbing it against her shorts as her passion took over.
Her nipples hardened painfully against the material of the sports bra. Her pussy was wet with desire. She began to gently squeeze her thighs together. It was intensely pleasurable; but all it did was deepen her need. After a while, she could feel an orgasm was out there; but she wasn't going to get there without something more direct.
She glanced over at Nawaz again. For a second, she was actually going to do it. She was going to walk over and just let it happen. Grind against his big cock until she came. But then the sensible part of her brain stopped her.
"It's just the heat. Don't ruin everything because you're letting it get to you."
Sonarika suddenly stood up. Nawaz glanced over, drinking in her form. She looked hot and bothered, almost radiant.
"I think I'm going to just hop in the shower," said Sonarika hurriedly. "Just to cool off for a second."
"OK," he mumbled, watching her ass as she hurried off.
The cold spray of water did little to snap Sonarika out of it. If anything, it seemed to make her desire even more focused and intense. She turned the water a little warmer and let it run down her body.
"I don't need a cold shower," she giggled. "I need to be fucked."
She began to mechanically rinse her body. But touching her own skin just heightened her arousal. She began to squeeze her breasts as her hand wandered down to her pussy again. Just a quick cum, she thought, and it'll all be out of my head.
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In the living room, Nawaz breathed a sigh of relief. Sonarika had left right as he got fully massively erect. And with the images buzzing through his mind, he knew it would be a long time before his hard-on went away. He peeled down his shorts and began quickly stroking his cock. Just a quick cum, he thought, and I can last the rest of the day.
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It didn't take Sonarika long. She was already highly aroused from her fantasies before. She leaned heavily against the wall as the orgasm that had been building all afternoon finally hit her. For a moment, she wished Nawaz could see her doing this, look into her face while she came.
But the climax didn't sate her need, it only stimulated it even more. She began to stroke her clit even harder, her head now filled with images of Nawaz barging into the bathroom and just taking her against the wall, working that massive cock of his deep into her, his eyes lighting up as she took every last inch. He would aggressively plow her through orgasm after orgasm, not even slowing down as she came all over his big cock. Then she imagined his strokes getting more and more erratic as he approached his own climax.
Sonarika wasn't on the pill; it created problems for her. But she liked the feeling. She had many boyfriends so far but she never allowed anyone to have sex with her, she felt sex before marriage was taboo. She had to be very careful because her cycles were irregular. But the feel of a man thrusting against her, putting his seed into her, following his instinct to impregnate her, satisfied something deep in her psyche.
She began to imagine Nawaz cumming inside her. She knew he'd cum massively and very deep. She imagined that animal look filling his eyes as he seeded her, trying to put his baby in her tender belly. And her second orgasm began to build.
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Nawaz knew he shouldn't be doing this but he needed to get off or he'd be hard for the rest of the day. He kept one ear on the sound of the shower and the water splashing off of Sonarika's curvaceous body, ready to stop the second the sound stopped. But a part of him hoped she would catch him anyway. He imagined her walking over, her voluptuous body still draped in a towel, examining his big cock like it was a specimen in her lab before beginning to stroke up and down its nine-inch length, her hand unable to completely encircle his considerable girth.
The towel would fall to the floor, revealing her glorious frame. She would straddle him, rubbing her warm pussy against him. She wouldn't initially intend to have sex. But the feel of his cock against her, the hotness of the moment, the way the kissing and groping eroded her sensibilities, would get her rolling her hips, maneuvering his gorged head until it was between her wet vulva and then slowly but surely taking him. He stretched out his legs and bumped against the table.
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Sonarika heard the noise of the table moving. For a moment, she wondered if Nawaz had finally had enough and was about to come into the bathroom and take her at long last. The door failed to open. But she wondered what she would have done if the curtain really had flown open to reveal Nawaz standing there, his cock massively erect. And that pushed her over again. Sonarika gripped the handrail tightly as a second even more powerful climax went through her. She rarely climaxed more than once -- from sex, from masturbating or from anything. It was more common for her not to cum at all. But her body was on fire today.
In the bedroom, Nawaz imagined Sonarika sliding her wet pussy down his cock, taking his girth easily and delightedly. He groaned as his balls filled with cum. But just as he was about to go off, he heard the shower stop.
Nawaz panicked. He pulled his boxers up but his erection tented them to an almost comical degree. He hurried into the bedroom and lay face-down on the bed, trying to look casual.
Sonarika came back in, now wearing the same outfit again. And the second she saw Nawaz lying on the bed, she knew her effort to relieve the pressure hadn't worked. She was still turned on.
She flopped down in the other bed. Regardless of her continued arousal, she was happy that Nawaz was in the bedroom with her. She just felt safer and more relaxed with him around. And in the warm heat of the afternoon and the warm pleasure of each other's presence, they both began to doze.
Sonarika began to dream. At first, it was only fragments. A hazy kiss in the darkness. A firm hand on her breast. But as she drifted deeper, she dreamed that she was tied up on the couch. It took her a moment to realize that the apartment had been robbed and she'd been trussed up and left on her own. She wasn't uncomfortable but she struggled and strained against the ropes to no avail.
She suddenly realized that Nawaz had come to her bed. He came over to her, a look of concern on his face, and gently checked her to make sure she was all right. But before she could utter a word of explanation, he kissed her.
Sonarika melted under the kiss. She began kissing him back, her heart pounding as she realized how deeply she'd wanted this. Nawaz's hands began to rove all over her body, lingering especially over her waist and her face. She still couldn't move but she writhed under his caresses. Nawaz pulled down the cups of her bra and began lavishing kisses on her breasts, sending her excitement soaring into the stratosphere. There was nothing she could do to stop him. And she didn't want to. He was going to have his way with her and she was going to love every minute of it.
He began kissing his way down her body, lingering a long time over her breasts and tummy. She began to breathe deeply, anticipating what he was about to do. Sonarika had always been somewhat indifferent to oral. She loved the idea but had always been somewhat disappointed with the execution. But she felt this was going to be different. She theatrically strained at the ropes and faux-begged him to untie her. But he ignored her pleas as he closed in on her pussy, which was now soaked in anticipation.
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Nawaz was also dreaming. In his dream, they were watching TV. Only instead of sitting in their usual spots on opposite ends of the couch, Sonarika was lying down, her auburn head nestled in his lap, her hand idly stroking his knee. As they watched, her hand began to move up his leg, slowly climbing up and up until it touched the head of his hardening cock.
Sonarika rolled over to face him, a catlike grin on her face. She was now openly stroking his cock through his pants. She rolled a bit more and kissed the swollen head through the fabric.
"You're so big," she said. "I don't know if it will fit inside me."
"I'll make it fit," he replied.
She maneuvered around until she was straddling him, her short skirt riding up over her big hips. She began to kiss him and rub her panty-covered cunt against him. He reached up and took hold of her big tits. She moaned into his mouth at the sensation.
"I've wanted this for so long," she said.
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In Sonarika's dream, her body was on fire as Nawaz mercilessly and expertly ate her out. She was still tied up so could only lie there helplessly while he worked her over, driving her excitement to higher and higher levels.
She began to alternate cooing encouragement at him and demanding to be cut loose. And he was picking up her every cue, doing the things that made her moan while taunting her when she struggled. Her body felt so hot she thought she might burn through the ropes. And she kept getting closer and closer. He was teasing her, pushing her right to the edge of climax but not quite over.
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In Nawaz's dream, Sonarika had mounted him. To his delight, she took his big cock easily, her full hips sliding down until he was completely inside her. She began riding him eagerly, moaning with each deep stroke. He knew he wasn't going to last long. He tried holding back. But she was too hot and too horny. Her relentless posting -- up and down, backward and forward -- was pushing him toward eruption. His balls felt heavy with cum.
"Sonarika, I'm not going to last long."
"It's OK. Cum inside me. I want you to cum inside me."
But just as he was about to erupt and fill Sonarika with his cum, he began to wake up. He felt a crushing disappointment descend on him, partially because the sex had been imaginary but mostly because he'd been so happy thinking Sonarika wanted him. He tried to push himself back into sleep, to continue the dream in his imagination. But all it did was wake him up faster.
He glanced briefly over his back at Sonarika's sleeping form, desperately wanting to go over and wake her up with a kiss. But he knew she didn't want it; even thinking about taking advantage of her that way felt like a betrayal. So he rolled over, still half-asleep, his cock now painfully erect and right on the verge of erupting.
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Just as Sonarika was about to cum, she also woke. She almost cried out in frustration. She was soaked in sweat from the hot day but also on fire with need. Her pussy was wet and needy. Her ovaries ached. She glanced over at Nawaz, who was still asleep, facing away from her, and then slowly moved her hand down to her wet pussy.
As she lay back in the bed, she imagined looking up and seeing him standing there. He would just watch as she pleasured herself. And once she really got going, he would get between her legs, push aside the thin strip over her pussy and go down on her until she couldn't take anymore. Just like in her dream.
Sonarika found herself desperately wishing her fantasy would become reality. Had Nawaz come over to her bed at the moment, she would have welcomed him, embraced him, let him have his way with her. Anything to relieve the desperate need between her legs.
Sonarika fought to stay still as she came for the third time that afternoon, this one even more intense. She wanted to cry out. She wanted to thrash on the bed. But she forced herself to stay still, barely holding on as waves of pleasure rolled through her body, her mind afire with images of Nawaz taking her.
Nawaz's hand had moved down to is swollen cock and stroked it a few times. But just that was enough to suddenly kick him over. He didn't dare properly stroke himself, lest Sonarika see what he was doing. So he just had to lie there, holding his breath as his cock jerked mightily, sending spurt after spurt into his boxers until the front was soaked with white semen. All he could think about in that moment was Sonarika cooing as he filled her up. Just being around Sonarika seemed to make him cum harder and more voluminously. He couldn't imagine how much he'd cum if he were actually with her.
As they lay there, each in a secret afterglow, there was a loud bang and the power came back on with a cold blast of air-conditioning. Sonarika quickly hopped up and went into the bathroom to change. Nawaz used it as an opportunity to clean himself up and close the windows. Within an hour, the apartment was reasonable again and they were back to their normal routine, pretending that none of it had happened.
"It's just a fantasy," Nawaz said to himself. "She doesn't want any of that."
"It was just the heat," Sonarika told herself. "Just the heat getting to me."
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Sonarika was broken out of her trance when she heard vikas shout from his bedroom
"Didi chai bana do na yaar"
Sonarika rushed to the kitchen to prepare tea for all three of them. Her mind was still on what had happened between her and Nawaz.
Sonarika found it strange the way she was compartmentalizing everything. Most of the time, Nawaz was just a presence in her life: an unseen companion during working hours, a good friend during the evening, a quiet stolid presence at night. But there were these sudden flashes where she was very turned on by him, sometimes wanting him to kiss her, sometimes wanting him to ravish her without mercy.
"You don't really want him," she kept telling herself. "It's just been too long. The minute you start meeting other people, you'll realize that."
Nawaz was in a similar place. He deeply enjoyed just hanging out with Sonarika, not even thinking about anything sexual. But she was increasingly intoxicating. Even the most innocent things would get him turned on. A quiet moment could suddenly be filled with intense fantasies.
"Don't ruin it," he kept telling himself. "You've got a good thing going."
One afternoon, he noticed she'd been unusually quiet. She had a habit of talking to herself while working, and it was one of the many things he found endearing about her. But she'd been oddly quiet all day. He went to check on her and found her curled up on the couch defensively. The way she was laying told him that something was wrong.
"Sonarika, are you OK?" he asked.
She didn't answer at first.
"Sonarika?"
"I'm fine," she said in a tone of voice that said she was anything but fine. Nawaz went over and sat on the table in front of the couch.
"Are you sure?"
He put his hand gently on her shoulder. Sonarika rolled onto her back and he could see that she'd been crying. She slowly sat up, facing him.
"It's OK. I just get like this sometimes. All the stress of finishing my acting classes and ... " she waved her hands at the world outside the windows.
"You want to talk about it."
She wiped her face.
"It's OK. I know you're busy."
"I'm never too busy for you," he said.
Suddenly, she was in Nawaz's arms. There was nothing sexual about it. She just needed to be held. And so he just held her, letting her breathe, occasionally rubbing her back.
After a few minutes, Sonarika sat back and started talking. And once the words came, it was a flood. She talked about being dumped by the TV show and how she felt bad that she didn't care about it. She talked about missing her family. She talked about the stress of finishing her acting classes. She talked about her struggling career. He made occasional comments ("Your TV show producer is a fool. You'll see your family soon enough.") But mostly, he just listened, which was what she needed.
She finally got around to what had touched off this particular bout of bad feeling. One of the faulty members was making things difficult for her, questioning everything she did and subtly dissing her work in meetings. She'd given a short Zoom seminar on a morning and he'd been all over her with "questions" that were mostly snide comments. That's when she was fired from the TV show. Nawaz listened for a while and then spoke.
"Let me ask you something. Does he have any power over you? Is he on your bucket list for future TV shows or writing letters or anything?"
"No. He's just an old fart. He's the kind of man who is bad to everyone but especially bad to women."
Nawaz paused. "Well, then fuck him. Who cares what he thinks?"
Sonarika gaped in astonishment.
"Next time, just say, 'I don't have time for your bullshit', mute him and let him rant at the screen."
Sonarika burst out laughing. And she laughed for a good minute, a sound which was music to Nawaz's ears.
"Thank you. Seriously, Nawaz. You have no idea how much I needed that perspective. 'Fuck him'. Yes."
She went to the kitchen and washed her face.
"Feeling better."
"A bit. I get like this sometimes. Just comes with being me. It takes a while to get right again. But it helps not being alone."
Nawaz saluted.
"Glad to be of service, my lady."
She went up and give him a little peck on the forehead before going back to work. Nawaz went back to his apartment but failed to get anything done due to the flip-flopping of his heart and the inability of his brain to form a coherent thought for some time. He felt like a little kid, not wanting to ever wash his forehead where he could still feel that little kiss.
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A week later, Sonarika had to go to the producers office for the first time in months. She told Nawaz it would probably take her all day and noted the slight disappointment in his eyes. But he was far from her thoughts once she got to work. She had missed being in the TV show; TV were definitely her jam. And the work went better than expected, allowing her to finish early.
So she was feeling pretty good as she headed home. Walking around still made her a bit nervous, mask or no mask. But she was looking forward to getting back home as well. She had to admit that having Nawaz around wasn't just better than having no one around, it was better than having almost anyone around. The way he looked at her. The way he looked after her. His patience with her girly movies or reality shows.
She stopped at a liquor store. She never drank but knew that Nawaz did. She found a little bottle of expensive whiskey; He deserved a little thank-you for everything.
When she went near her apartment, she saw the door of nawaz's apartment was open. She quietly pushed opened the door to his apartment, she was pleased to hear his familiar voice. But then she hesitated. The voice answering him was an unfamiliar female one.
She closed the door quietly and slowly edged around the corner of the wall. He was in his living room so she edged a little closer and peeked into a tiny space between the wall and the glass partition he had across the entrance.
Nawaz was facing away from her. But she could see his computer screen. On it was a very pretty girl.
Sonarika was surprised to feel a little upset. Not only that he had some girl he was seeing but that he had kept it a secret from her. She was about to move away when she caught the girl's name -- Neha Sharma. It was his ex. He'd mentioned that they'd parted on good terms. She could now see he hadn't been lying. She felt a flood of relief.
She went back to the little gap near the glass partition, For the most part, it was just standard chatter. His career, her quest for a movie, the lack of a social life. She was going to walk away again when she heard her own name.
"So ... how is Sonarika doing?"
"Well, I think. It's still hard on her, being so far away from her family. And her TV show also dumped her."
"Oh?" said Neha with a sly grin.
"I told you ... there's no chance at that."
"I can hope."
"I can't."
Sonarika frowned at the resignation in those words. She didn't like hearing him be down on himself. The problem wasn't that he wasn't good enough for her. The problem was ... well, she didn't know what the problem was, but that definitely wasn't it. It was just that she knew that her carnal thoughts were just the quarantine talking.
"She sounds great."
"She is. Which is why I don't want to wreck things."
"Well, she doesn't know what she's missing out on."
"I'm sure she does."
There was a pause and then Neha leaned in toward the camera.
"I sometimes miss it."
A note crept into Nawaz's voice that Sonarika had never heard before. A sly sort of confidence. It drew her attention back.
"It? Or me?"
"You, I could take or leave. It, though ..."
"Sometimes I think it was the only reason you were with me for so long."
"Oh, definitely," she said with a little laugh. "The rest of you ... meh."
For a second, Sonarika was offended on Nawaz's behalf. She was tempted to rush inside his flat and tell Neha off. But then another little laugh let her know that Neha was just flirting with him.
A pause. And then. "Is this the part where you're going to ask to see it?"
A little shudder went through Sonarika. She moved her head to the side just to make sure she wasn't visible to them. But the darkness of the living room kept her invisible.
"Maaaaybe. It has been a while. Maybe it's not quite as big as I remember."
"Only one way to find out."
Neha grinned. "Well."
"Well, what?"
"Do you think I could take a look?"
"A look at what?"
"That ... thing. Your thing."
"I have lots of things."
"The one in your pants."
"My wallet?"
"Something just to the side of it."
"Still not sure what you're on about."
Neha looked around, leaned in and mouthed, "Your cock."
"Why would you want to see that?"
"Because every girl likes the sight of a big fat cock."
"Not really."
"Well I do."
"What will you do if you see it?"
"Well, I'm wearing a short skirt right now. Use your imagination."
Sonarika heard the chair scrape against the carpet as Nawaz stood up. He pulled down is pants. From her angle, Sonarika couldn't see it. But she hard Neha giggle nervously.
"He doesn't need her," Sonarika thought. "She's far too skinny. He needs a real woman who can take what he has to give."
She flushed at the unexpected thought. The quarantine was really affecting her thinking.
"My memory never does it justice," Sonarika said with a little quaver in her voice. "I can't believe I let you put that thing in me."
"If I remember right, you were the one who climbed on board the first time," he said.
"It doesn't look quite full size, though. Maybe you need to play with it a bit."
A giant pile of emotions suddenly hit Sonarika all at once, with such an intensity that she almost staggered. She realized she couldn't just stay here and watch, as arousing as the sight was. She quietly exited the door.
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Nawaz turned, sure he had heard the door open and close. But he didn't hear Sonarika's shoes on the floor or see the light go on. He turned back to the screen. But the thought of Sonarika was now in his mind. He suddenly felt foolish standing there with his dick in his hand, showing it off to his ex. As beautiful as Neha was and as hot as she as for him ... she wasn't Sonarika.
"Something wrong?" she asked.
He turned back. "Nothing. Just a little tired I think."
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Sonarika walked a few blocks before the feelings in her head began to sort themselves out. The scene back at the apartment shouldn't have bothered her. But it did.
"Why?" she asked herself. "He's not your boyfriend. He's a single guy enjoying some attention from a woman. What's wrong with that?"
The sight of Nawaz and Neha in the early stages of Zoom sex had definitely bothered her. But she realized it had also aroused her. She wished she'd stayed to watch what had happened. Maybe even now, Nawaz was spurting cum all over the place. She shuddered with both disgust and arousal.
"It's just the quarantine talking," she said to herself. "You just haven't gotten any in so long."
That Nawaz was doing this with his ex also produced mixed feelings. On the one hand, she was happy that he was on good terms with her. On the other hand ...
On the other hand ...
Sonarika stopped on a street corner and looked at her reflection in the window of a closed store. She looked into her eyes.
"You know what this is all about, don't you? You, my girl, are jealous."
"No, I'm not. I'm just ... disgusted."
"No, you're not. You would have done Zoom sex with your bf had it mattered to you. You're jealous because he was showing off to another woman. To his ex. Not you. This is the exact way you'd react if he was cheating on you."
"That's ridiculous. He's not my boyfriend. He's just this guy that ..."
"You have sexual fantasies about almost every night. That makes you feel safe and cared about and beautiful. And is sexually pleasing a woman a thousand miles away wile you sit there ten feet away doing nothing."
She sat down on a bench, her head spinning.
"It's just the quarantine. The minute he goes away-"
And just thinking those words made her heart ache. She didn't want him to go away. She wanted him to stay. She'd wanted him to stay for months. She didn't want this lockdown to end. She wanted him. Nawaz. Her friend. Her best friend.
Sonarika stood up and began to walk back toward the apartment. She wasn't sure what she was thinking. She wasn't sure what she was feeling. All she was sure of was that she wanted to get back to their place, curl up next to him on the couch and feel safe and loved. And then ... see what happened.
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In the apartment, Nawaz was sitting in front of the computer. His Zoom sex with Neha -- if that was what you called it -- had not been very satisfying. It was nice to be appreciated and desired. And he had taken some satisfaction in watching Neha bring herself to climax as he stroked his cock for her. But he hadn't cum. And the whole thing had left him feeling empty.
He'd been somewhat surprised to get a text from Neha asking if he wanted to chat over Zoom. They had been in semi-regular contact since breaking up -- the odd text and occasional phone conversation. There was no way they were ever getting back together. But it was nice to talk to her occasionally. And since he knew Sonarika would be out that day, it had seemed like a good time.
Seeing her face had reminded him both of how much he liked her and how glad he was to be out of the relationship. The sex had been amazing, yes. And they were still good friends. But she wasn't interested in being a star actress, had no interest in his interests and had little use for the stay-at-home life he preferred. She was the kind of girl who wanted to be out all night with friends and he just ... wasn't that.
But what was really getting to him was that, as pretty as Neha was and as much as she wanted him -- physically, if not emotionally -- it wasn't enough.
It wasn't Sonarika.
Neha had been encouraging about Sonarika. He had expected her to either not care or to be jealous, but she seemed genuinely happy that he had found a friend and enthusiastic about the idea of their getting together.
"You're a good guy," she'd said in a text weeks ago. "And I want you to be happy."
"That's nice."
"Plus, every day you're not making a woman happy with that thing between your legs is a wasted one. ;-)"
This was her sense of humor, one of the things that had made their relationship good while it lasted. But it struck home just a little bit. He didn't just want to sleep with Sonarika; he wanted to please her. It sounded ridiculous when he thought about it: he wasn't doing a woman a favor by sleeping with her. But imagining Sonarika's body convulsing in orgasm or her eyes glazing with pleasure. Or just thinking about her lying in bed, sexually exhausted. It was part of how he felt about her.
He sighed. There was clearly no hope in that direction. But he was trapped. He should move out for his own sanity. But, at the same time, the idea of moving away made his heart break. If it was a choice between celibacy with Sonarika and a sex life without her ... well, maybe he'd feel differently when the quarantine was over.
As he was about to close up the computer, an e-mail came in from the producer of his new movie. He clicked on it.
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Nawaz was already in Sonarika's apartment chatting with her brother about his exams and his schedule. His mind was disturbed after reading the email.
Sonarika was almost shaking with nervousness when she got back to the apartment. She still had no idea what she was going to do. No idea what she felt. No idea what was going to happen. Was the relationship they'd carefully built over the lasts several months going to come crashing down? Was it going to change? Were things just going to continue as normal? She didn't know. And the lack of knowing scared her. She felt like something momentous was about to happen but had no idea what.
She laughed to herself slightly. The one person she wished she could talk to about it was Nawaz.
The apartment was strangely quiet when she opened the door. She checked the living room ... nothing. She went into the bedroom and saw him lying curled up on the bed. Her heart beat faster in her chest. Vikas was in his room studying.
"What do I do?" she asked herself. "What do I feel? What does he feel?" She'd thought that seeing him would make all the answers obvious. But it only made her more confused.
Amidst this, she suddenly noticed there was something odd about the way he was lying. It was not his usual casual sprawl. He was curled up defensively. It took a moment for her to realize: something had gone badly wrong.
Sonarika put all her confused feelings aside for a moment. She crept over and laid down next to him on the bed. She curled up against him and put her arms around him, holding him the same way he'd held her when the depression had hit. He unclenched a bit under her embrace.
"Nawaz, are you OK? Is something wrong? You can tell me."
"It's ... nothing."
"You're my friend. I won't judge you or anything. I'm here for you."
He got his phone, thumbed a bit and held it up. Sonarika looked at it for a moment before she realized what it said. His producer had fired him from his movies.
"Oh, Nawaz .... It's OK. Don't let it get you down. You're a smart, hard-working guy. You are one of the best actors in this country. Something will come up, I know."
"You can't know that."
"I know I don't share my feelings with losers. So if you're here ..."
"I just ... I feel so useless right now. It's like the last seven months have been wasted. I've been fired from 3 movies."
She hesitated. She hadn't been expecting the words that now rolled off of his tongue.
"And just your being here ... has meant a lot to me. I'm glad it's been you I've had to spend these months with. I don't know that I would have gotten through them in one piece without you. There's no one else I'd rather be here with. You're the sweetest guy I've ever met."
He reached up and took her hand. His body relaxed against hers. It was silent for a long time.
"I think that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me."
"Well, then you need better friends because every word of it is true."
They didn't speak after that. They just lay there, listening to each other's breathing. And they fell asleep with Sonarika still holding him.
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