Things seemed to be going fine. I was just out of college. Now, coming to the reality that the fun part of life is at a pause.
I always had friends. We were 4 guys always together since our childhood. After my college, I really wanted a break for at least 3 months, and so I took a break. We did a lot of things during that break.
We went for road trips, movies, but most of this time we smoked. We used to go to the gym after smoking, to restaurants after smoking, and some time to smoke with some other friends after smoking.
What to say? 20-24 is really a tough time, figuring out our career, passion, love, life, and the major emotion of lust. I have had sex quite a few times. Sometimes, it was sex with my girlfriends, sometimes just friends and at one time even a stranger. We’ll talk about it some other time if possible. But I have always fantasized about seducing a neighbour. Well, who hasn’t?
We have seen lots of movies, porn and even heard some stories of our friends, about how they made out with their neighbour, always one of the kinkiest, even if they were lying.
The 3 months passed and the break was over. I got a job in another city and went there so that I can experience that life for some time. When I came back after a month or so, there were two new kids playing in our apartment. Later, I found out that a new Muslim family had shifted to our apartment a few days ago.
I usually work out in our terrace whenever I was at home. I still remember that day, it was a bit cloudy. I took my yoga mat, my dumbbells, and my speaker to the terrace. I started some stretching exercises. Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching towards the terrace. I assumed that it was some person from our apartment.
When I turned back, to my surprise it was some new person that I had not seen before. I was able to see only her back. She was in a green salwar kameez, with a white shawl. I could only see the back of her neck. She was in a ponytail, she had silky hair. I am a sucker for the ponytail.
My muslim neighbour had come to get her hijab which was clipped out there for drying. When she turned after getting it, simultaneously I turned too. I cannot be abruptly looking at her like that or at least I felt so. She was at least 5 ft and 8 inches, taller than any girl I was with.
I feel that we can call tall women beautiful, though I do not want to hurt the feelings of shorter women, I’d rather mention them as pretty and cute. So, she naturally had that quality of attracting me, even before seeing her face and she was lean too.
From that moment, I was waiting for an opportunity to see her face, but time did not cooperate. When the anticipation was about to burst, I got that opportunity. My muslim neighbour came down to fetch water and I got 3 seconds to see her face.
I was literally stunned. She was gorgeous with such a perfect jawline, sharp nose, and those pink lips, as if they were perfectly carved of butter. Add to that, her highlighting eyes.
She had the typical kajal which Muslim girls wear. I was melting like a chocolate bar, yet our eyes did not meet. I found out her name, that her name was Sara. Wow, a name that suited her very well.
I started working out on the terrace on a regular basis, whenever I came home, hoping to melt like a bar of chocolate again. Days passed, and she started noticing me too. I felt like she just looked at me as an object which was in front of her sight, not that I am not good-looking, but she did not seem to care, and that tempted me even more.
That night, I was very horny and wanted to watch porn like usual. I opened Porn hub and was going through the categories. I chose “Arab” which was not surprising. There was this guy who was fucking a girl with her hijab on, just to make us believe that she was an Arab, it was a very blunt ploy. But I was caught up with the idea of it.
I just imagined, how it would be to fuck my hot muslim neighbour Sara like that with her hijab on. I closed my eyes and time traveled back to that time when I met Sara for the first time. I knew it was not a meeting, but I got to see her back figure. She seemed thin, but later I found out it was an illusion since she always wore loose attires.
My illusion continued. I dropped my dumbbells and went near her. There she was in a gorgeous shape. I was just a step away from her. I wrapped my arms around her and started kissing the back of her neck. I could feel the warmth of her body, and she started breathing heavily.
I was still closing my eyes, but by then, I had unzipped my pants and started stroking my dick with my right hand. I imagined it was her hand. Within a few seconds, I burst out my load. Fuck! I had never masturbated thinking of a neighbour until then. The very thought of it itself is getting me hornier than ever.
The days passed, but I never wanted to act desperate in front of her or be blunt about how I was thinking of her. Sara seemed to be a good girl. I guessed that she was single. I had seen her talking on the phone now and then, but it didn’t seem to be a conversation with a boyfriend or of that kind.
Our families got to know each other after a few months. I have heard my mother talking about them sometimes and mentioning Sara’s name a few times. At times, when I was working out on the terrace, Sara used to come and get some fresh air with her nephews, and they used to leave after playing for a while.
She would be to staying 10-15 minutes more. It would be just me and my muslim neighbour Sara all alone on the entire terrace. We used to be eye-gazing at each other. Every time while I was passing her, and day by day the gaze got intensified. In the beginning, I thought, she was just looking at me since I was looking at her, so I tried to find out if this was true.
So, this time while we were gazing, I smiled at her, not a big smile though, just a welcoming one and to my surprise, she smiled back. I had tiny butterflies flying in my stomach as it has always done with the other girls. She was prettier while smiling. Enough is enough, I gained some courage.
One day while we were crossing each other on the staircase, I initiated our very first conversation. I asked her, “What’s your name” even though I knew it.
She was surprised, and said, “Sara.” Fuck! What a soothing voice! I already started to imagine how she would moan with that voice while I was fucking her with the hijab on. I wanted to push her to that staircase wall, rip that dress apart, and fuck her holding her legs with my hands, of course with her consent.
But, I loved this. I loved waiting for the right time. I asked her if she knew my name, and she said, “Yes.” I wrote my number on a piece of paper and passed it to her.
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