Tripping Over My Fucking Hot Neighbour Ananya!

Hello, horny birds. I am Karan and I live alone in an apartment in Hyderabad city. There is not much necessity for my introduction here. I am a typical Indian guy, living far away from my home, searching for a job while working part-time at a local hotel and tutoring tenth-grade students in the evenings.

Now, you may immediately arrive at the false conclusion that I am either romantically involved with one of my students or their mothers. But sadly, surprise bitches! I am a nice kid and I don’t do such kind of stuff. Okay. I agree with you that I fantasize about them, but come on. I am an average looking guy and who cares for some little guy like me when girls can finger themselves looking at Hrithik Roshan’s dick.

So, life was pretty boring and I jerked off to Priyanka Chopra and Deepika Padukone’s pics. It was pretty much the same though. Over time, it feels the same even if you jerk off to a fucking borehole. I need a real pussy, man. And thanks to the dear god that he nodded a yes to my desires and there landed a fucking sex bomb in the next flat. This is when things got interesting.

It was one fine Sunday morning that my doorbell rang and I opened the door with my sleepy, still half-closed eyes when I saw her standing there. Right there, in front of me in a fucking green lehenga choli. Don’t look at her navel, damn it!

Her waist might have gotten a little bit folded, but don’t look at it. (Don’t ask me how I know that her waist has got a skin fold even though I haven’t looked at it). It was my chance to create an impression and I didn’t want to waste the chance.

So, I pretended that she-coming-to-my-door is a matter of fact thing and I wished her Good Morning. She smiled naughtily and said it is 12 in the noon. So, cut the fine Sunday morning part at the beginning of this paragraph and make it a ‘hot Sunday afternoon’. Because, boy, I invited her to come in and the noon got still hotter for me.

She entered in, still shyly smiling. That’s how Lakshmi goddess enters your home and she is my Shringar Lakshmi. That’s my way of saying she is my sex goddess.

“I am sorry to wake you up so early”, she said sarcastically.

“Um, sorry. I was up late till 3 in the morning watching films. Please don’t mind the clothes on the bed. Have a seat on the couch”, I said balling up all the clothes on my bed and threw them into the tub in the corner.

She said, “My name is Ananya. I live in the next door, and am new here,” while handing me a box of homemade vadas and sweets. “I made them today morning. Take a bite and tell me how they are.”

I replied, “Thank you. I am Karan. And sorry that I didn’t meet you this whole week. I saw you move-in last Sunday and didn’t see you around then.”

“Yeah, I haven’t been home this whole week. I had an entrance exam in Vijayawada and had been there. I returned yesterday night.”

“Oh! Speaking of that, I have to pack again for tomorrow morning”, she continued speaking while getting up to leave.

“Well, I am here for any help you need. Don’t hesitate to ask”, I said.

She waved a tender bye and left for her apartment.

Great. My first meeting went very well even though it wasn’t planned. But, after this meeting, I developed a sense of respect towards her and my heart felt something for her. It told me that it would do anything to please this lady. Well, I didn’t have to wait long for that opportunity.

She came back again that evening and asked me to help her get a suitcase down. The suitcase was above the cupboard in the bedroom. I got a chair and slowly pulled the case with my right hand supporting the weight with my left. She was holding the chair so that I don’t trip down.

The suitcase was heavy and full of books. I turned around and was ready to get down when the chair tripped and I fell over her, pushing her onto the bed. The suitcase got thrown away onto the other side of the bed. She was right at the height of my penis when I fell over her and my dick is kinda on her lips.

I slowly got an erection and could feel my penis pushing her lips down. I couldn’t move as my leg was stuck between the chair and cot, and the other way for her to get out was blocked by the suitcase.

So, she had to slide on her back between my thighs to get out and in the process, her lips, nose, eyes, and forehead rubbed along my dick while her boobs rubbed along my thighs. I was totally horny, even though my leg was still stuck and was paining a lot.

She lifted the chair and helped me get loose. I turned around to thank her and saw her looking down. She was feeling shy and at the same time, crossing her toes and scratching the floor.

I went closer to her, lifted her chin up and looked her in the eyes. She rose on her toes and seductively whispered in my ear, “I wanna feel you, Karan. Feel your love and warmth at much deeper levels”, and took my hand and placed it on her ass.

I lifted her up, with her legs on either side of me and pushed her back against the bedroom wall. She pulled down her pallu with her right hand and pushed my head into her bosom with her left.

I slid my right hand around my waist and unzipped my pants with my left. She was seductively moaning in my ears and biting my lobe.

I lifted her lehenga and shoved my manhood inside her. This woman was turning a boy into a man and I didn’t even know that I had it in me all this time. Our bodies moved in a rhythm like snakes does in their mating dance. She pushed me onto the bed and fell upon me and again whispered in my ear, “The chair didn’t fall on its own.”

Thank you, dear Lord, for letting this woman come into my life. That’s my story, guys. Hope you liked it.