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We continued the same for more than a year and were not tired of the same routine. Each time would be a new experience.
A couple of months later, I traveled to the US for work and would return in 20 days. After coming back, I could not concentrate on work as there were some ongoing issues in my family. Due to this, I was avoiding everyone, including Jasmine.
Not knowing what was going on with me, she would fight and yell at me. I did not want to leave her but make her understand and explain what was happening. We went on like this for 6 months. We could not go back to our original selves and finally decided to break up.
This broke me mentally, and I could not come out of it. I somehow managed to fight the depression and come out of it, which took 6 months. In this period, I tried to talk to her but in vain. So I finally decided that she was not going to come back.
Fast forward 6 months, I managed to fight depression. The issue in my family got sorted, got my fitness on track. I looked like I was still 20 years old but was 27 years.
Sometime later, I heard from a colleague that Jasmine had married someone from our office. I was sad. But I got over it as I knew what had happened.
A couple of months passed when a new tenant occupied the empty flat opposite mine. I saw him and recognized him to be from my office. He was a normal-looking guy. He introduced himself as Arun, and we became familiar with each other.
He later told that he is married and has come to clean the house and get it ready. For the next week, many things were coming that were necessary to live in a rented apartment. Till then, I did not know that he was the one that married Jasmine.
A couple of days later, I returned home after playing football on a Saturday morning. I noticed the opposite house door open. Out of curiosity, I just glanced into the house. I was shocked to see Jasmine standing there in a conventional nighty and watering a small plant hanging on the window.
I stood there in shock for a couple of seconds. Without uttering a word, I entered my home and locked the door. Out of curiosity, I peeped through the peephole of the door. I saw her standing in disbelief, not knowing what to do and closed the door.
A couple of days later, I saw her standing at the door and cleaning the window. I didn’t utter a word and was about to close the door. Then I heard her calling my name. She said she didn’t know that I stayed opposite her. I said fine and closed the door. This went on for a couple of months.
Usually, in April, our office has a user interaction conference held in various parts of the world. People from the various team are sent for this. As I had already been to America on my previous trip, I opted out and told my colleague to go. Had it been to any other country, I would have gone.
The next morning I met Arun in the lift lobby. I generally started to chat with him and asked if he was going. He said that he was leaving that weekend and wouldn’t be here for 25 days, and he was sending his wife home. Hearing that, I had a sigh of relief.
Next week, I went about my usual routine without being disturbed by Jasmine. On a Sunday evening, I came home after hanging out with a few friends. To my horror, I saw the opposite house door was open. I assured myself that I could not be seen by her.
But fate had other plans. I glanced into the house and found her sweeping as it had been locked for a week. I didn’t say anything and went into my house. Close to 9.30, as I was preparing dinner, the doorbell rang. Assuming it to be one of my friends, I opened the door.
Jasmine was standing there in a pink color knee-length gown. She said, “Sorry to disturb you, but can you please help me change the gas cylinder.” I tried to avoid it but couldn’t. I went and changed the cylinder and left her house. As I stepped out of her house, she asked, “Have you finished dinner?”
I said, “No. why are you asking ?” She very calmly suggested as if nothing had happened, “why don’t we eat together.” I was reluctant but finally managed to agree to eat together. I took what I made to her house. I was finding the situation very awkward. I was silently eating. She, too, was silent.
She then broke the ice and said, “I am sorry. I shouldn’t have taken such a big decision.” I said, “It is over now. Nothing can be done. You should have had the patience to listen to me when I was going to say something.” The dinner was turning into a fight.
I yelled at her, saying that this was a bad idea, and left from there. The next morning, I saw her again, and she said that she was sorry. I said fine and asked her how come she came back. She said that the in-laws’ house had some construction work and decided to come back here.
This was turning out to be regular talks while seeing each other. That Friday, I receive a WhatsApp message stating, “How about we have dinner again. Don’t worry. It wont be like last time.” I was heavily reluctant, but her persuasive powers are very strong.
She said come home directly. Don’t cook anything. So I went home, had a bath and then went to her house around 9. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt and grey track pants. Since it was the opposite house, I just wore a blue t-shirt and black shorts. We chatted for a while, watched TV, had dinner.
We were relaxing on the balcony on a couple of bean bags. The view from the balcony is very nice. There is a large lake with a lot of trees. There is no house visible. Then came the most life-changing moment. She very patiently asked what exactly happened.
I started narrating the entire story of the issue in my family and how it affected my work and everything. By the time I finished narrating, I had started to cry. Seeing me cry, she felt sorry for me and apologized so many times for not understanding.
Seeing me weep so badly, she came over to my bean bag. She sat on my lap, hugged and consoled me. In that pathetic state, I didn’t realize that she had pressed my head in between her boobs. She tried consoling me further. She gave a gentle kiss on my forehead and said sorry for what she had done.
She continued kissing and planted one kiss on my lips. That moment I realized that what was happening was wrong and pushed her and said to stop. I told her it was wrong. I wanted to leave from there. She held my hand and said, “I know it is wrong. But after hearing all you said, I realize my mistake.”
She pulled me close to her and kissed me. I knew it was wrong but couldn’t resist the temptation. I finally gave in and surrendered to the feeling. She switched off the hall and dining room light and switched on a small table lamp kept in the corner of the hall.
She made me sit on the sofa, got on top of me in a cowgirl position. We slowly started to kiss each other. The kiss slowly started to get more intense. I could feel my cock getting hard. She gently started to grind her pussy against my hard cock. I gently started to massage her ass.
Both of us were beginning to enjoy the moment. I left her ass and started to play with her boobs. That dim light, the gentle breeze from the fan and the balcony, only increased the feeling for each other to explore more of ourselves. The kiss started to become more and more vigorous.
Both of us were getting horny, and we started to rub our hands all over each other. In the meantime, I inserted both my hands into her t-shirt and started to feel her bare skin. She tried to do the same but was not able to. She pulled me a bit front, removed my t-shirt and threw it towards the dining table.
She broke the kiss and started to kiss my chest. As she was doing this, I removed her t-shirt, which exposed her boobs which had grown a bit bigger. She was wearing a black and neon green sports bra. I removed the bra to release her breasts.
When I removed her bra, her boobs bounced. Seeing them bounce, I squeezed them hard, making her moan in pain and pleasure. She then got down from that position, removed her track pant and red panty. She went and sat on the corner of the L-shaped sofa she had.
She tied her hair into a nice bun, leaned back on to the corner, raised her legs and kept each leg on each side of the sofa. She spread her legs to reveal her cleanly shaved pussy. She gave her wet pussy a gentle rub and indicated that I would come to her.
I went and kneeled between her legs and rested my hands on either side of her stomach. She stretched her left hand out, placed it behind my neck, pulled me closer, kissed me and whispered into my ear, “Make me cum.” She pushed my head down towards her pussy.
I took a deep breath near her pussy. She still had the same aroma when we were in a relationship. I went up to her ear and whispered, “You still smell the same way.” Hearing this, she giggled and pushed my head down towards her pussy. I kissed the top of her pussy and slowly went downwards.
I give her pussy lip a good lick. I separated her pussy lips to expose her clit. I kissed and licked the clit. She immediately withered. She was getting wet. While teasing her clit with my mouth, I inserted my middle finger into her pussy. I slowly started to finger her.
Once her pussy got adjusted to my middle finger, I inserted my middle and ring finger together inside. She let out a small moan. I was gentle till now. I increased my pace. I would alternate between licking her clit and fingering her. After doing it for some time, she breathed heavily and squirted a few drops.
She did have an orgasm. I kept fingering till she came back to normal and told me to stop. She had a few drops of sweat on her forehead and a few drops of sweat rolling down between her breasts. She came close to my ear and whispered, “You still are the same.”
She took her t-shirt, wiped my mouth, her pussy, her sweat and my fingers and kept it aside. I sat next to her as my knees started to pain being in that position.
After sitting next to her, I adjusted my aching cock, which was stuck inside my boxers. As I sat down, she immediately got up, stood in front of me, spread my legs wide and knelt between my legs. She undid my shorts and pulled my shorts and boxers in one go.
Removing the boxers and shorts made my cock pop out like a spring. It was such a relief to have my cock freed. I stroked it just a few times. Immediately Jasmine slapped my hand and told, “It is my time to play. Do not touch me.” She stroked it a few times, sucked it a few times and said, “I need you in me.”
I was about to get up. She immediately pushed me onto the sofa and said, “I am gonna ride you.” She stood up on the sofa, with her legs on either side, placed her hands on shoulders and knelt. She held my cock with her left hand, gave a gentle stroke.
I asked her if she had condoms. She said no and said that it was her safe time. She guided my cock into her wet, warm pussy. She gave a slight moan of pain. I asked, “What happened?” She nodded, saying, “Nothing.” She had to repeat that 4-5 times to adjust to my size.
Once it was going in smoothly, she sat on my cock, and my cock had fully gone into her pussy. After being in that position, she slowly and gently started to ride me. My hard cock rubbed against the inner flesh of her pussy. It was a heavenly feeling.
She had placed both her hands on my shoulders and used that as a grip to ride me. She gradually started to increase her pace. I had placed my hands on her hips and guided her pace. As the pace increased, her boobs started to bounce.
Seeing them bounce in such an erotic manner, I left her hips and started to fondle her boobs, suck her nipples. I left a couple of love bites on her boobs. All that riding and bouncing was tiring her. She stopped for a couple of minutes, kissed me hard and started to ride again.
We both were sweating mildly. All this riding was building my climax. I buried my face between her boobs and hugged her tight. She hugged me back and started to ride hard. I matched her movement by pushing my cock deeper when she would come down.
I managed to whisper into her ear, “I cannot hold it any longer.” She stopped for a second, gazed into my eyes and started to ride me hard. We didn’t break that gaze. She kept riding me hard. I knew I couldn’t hold it longer and, with a moan of pleasure and relief, shot my entire load into her warm pussy.
It seemed like both of us had an orgasm at the same time. She threw her head back and let out a moan of pleasure. I kept shooting even after she had stopped riding me. She rested her head on my right shoulder.
Both of us were sweating and breathing heavily. I could feel cock still throbbing due to the orgasm inside her. She looked at me, kissed me and whispered into my ear, “Sorry that I fought with you.” I said, “Leave it. Nothing can be done now.” She added, “That was great. Never had such an orgasm till now.”
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