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She was flashing me again. As I pretended to be interested in the movie on the television, I continued to watch Renu’s well-trimmed pubic hair. 

She had moved in with us a month ago. Shirley and me were happy to have her. She was an old acquaintance; we had stayed next door to Renu and her family in the previous city we had been in. For two years we had lived side by side and a friendship had developed. So it wasn’t surprising when her father called us and asked if his daughter to stay with us. She had got a job in the city we were in and since they didn’t have any relatives here they had decided against her joining. But Renu had reminded them that we were in this city and maybe she could stay with us. Shirley, in her typical manner, invited her over without hesitation. 

The first week had been pretty normal as we got her settled in and on our part got used to having her around the house. My wife and I are pretty physical and it used to be normal for us to drop whatever we were doing and fuck where ever we were, whenever it took our fancy. But now those expressions of love and want were restricted to the bedroom. 

Shirley’s work timings are from noon to 10 pm and that meant that Renu and me would be alone in the house for about 3 hours every evening. I am not sure when she started displaying herself, but I noticed it for the first time when she wore an extremely transparent nightdress one evening. She usually gets home first, but that day I had been home earlier and was in the living room when she came out after changing. Surprisingly she never noticed my gaping look or she chose to ignore it. Today I know it was the latter.

Being the oversexed character I am, I had found dozens of reasons to keep getting up and returning to my seat so that I could look at her each time I passed her. She seemed, at that time, totally ignorant of what I was doing. When Shirley’s car drove up, Renu went in and put on a shirt that covered the top and then the nightgown didn’t look as bad.

From then on things pretty much followed a pattern. She would flash for me till Shirley got home. On my part, I never indicated that I was looking and she never overtly flashed. Most of the time I would have to watch her carefully to get a glimpse. This game of cat and mouse had been going on for over two weeks now. 

Today she was in a dress that buttoned down the front. The dress ended at exactly her knees. As she sat down she unbuttoned the last two buttons. She sat on the sofa to my left and crossed her legs so that they were under her body, like in the yoga posture. Since the buttons were removed, the dress fell to either side of her thighs. It revealed wonderfully sexy thighs and whenever there was a bright scene in the movie I could get a glimpse of her pubic hair. As the movie progressed I noticed that more buttons at the top of the dress were coming off. I never saw her undo any of them, she always seemed to do it at the times when I was concentrating on the movie. Soon one of her breasts popped out. I let my eyes wander on the beautifully sculputed breast. Her breast was exactly as I liked them – pointed and erect nipples which stood out and small, dark areola. 

By the time Shirley got home Renu was down to one button. The moment the car drove up, Renu got up.

“I better get dressed”, she said and left the room.

It was the first acknowledgement of what was going on. 

The day had gone badly for me. All through it I knew what was in store for me when I got back. I kept debating with myself the right and the wrong of it. At times I convinced myself that since she was asking for it, there was no harm in giving it to her. On the other hand I also knew that it was wrong and if my wife ever found out, it would be the end of us as a couple. Almost all through the day I had carried with me a very uncomfortable hard-on. Now it was time to head home. 

The lift seemed to take ages to arrive and when it did, the journey to my sixth floor apartment seemed even longer. On the journey up I reached a decision on the dilemma and I decided that I was not about to risk my marriage for a quick romp in the bed. It was with this new found resolution that I opened the door to the apartment.

“Hi”, she called out from her couch. 

She was sitting on the long couch, her back on the hand rest and the rest of her stretched out along the length of the couch. She was wearing a top which showed off her entire shoulders, the sleeves were an excuse, they ended before they started, and elastic just below her breasts gathered the fabric there and below that the top flared for a couple of inches leaving her stomach completely exposed. Through the flimsy material that I could make out her delicious boobs just waiting for my attention. The lower part of her body was ‘covered’ by a skirt that was at the maximum about 5 inches in length. Her legs were crossed and so I couldn’t see if she had any panties on.

“Like what you see?” she asked.

“Listen Renu, we need to talk”, I said as I sat on one of the single couches.

“Hmmm, sure”, she said dreamily. She hooked one of her legs on the back of the couch, thus spreading her legs apart. She reached out and took my hand.

“Why don’t you feel what I have as we talk?” she asked coyly and led my hand to her cunt. I felt her slimy juices on the insides of her thighs, I wondered how long she had lain like that, all turned on and hot.

I remembered my resolution and pulled my hand away. 

“Renu, this is not right and I will not fall into this. I’m going in to change, by the time I am back I expect you to be dressed properly.”

I tried to keep my voice as stern as possible as I said this and then left her lying on the couch as I went in to my bedroom. As I closed the door I ensured that it was locked before taking off my clothes and going for my bath. My penis stood out, it seemed like all the blood in my body was rushing to fill it and if possible break lose through it. I walked shakily to the bathroom and turned on the shower. The jets of water hit me like needles. I let the water flow over me and hoped it would relax me. But my hopes were in vain, my penis twitched and shook like a fish on the shore. I knew that there was only one way out of it and I grabbed it. I began pumping myself, a few strokes and I felt my ejaculation build. The sperm shot out of me like bullets and landed on the wall in front. I just kept coming and coming, I couldn’t help it. Then it was over. I felt weak and tired. I let myself down slowly. The water continued to flow over me. But now I felt much better. I cleaned up my sperm and then toweled myself.

When I went back to the living room Renu was still dressed as she was earlier. The moment I saw her, my penis began to grow again.

“Do you know that you are very cruel?” she asked me.

“What makes you say that?” I asked casually as I strolled to the kitchen to make myself a coffee.

“How else could you leave me here like this? You saw how wet I was.” She called out to me.

“I could make the same accusation, you know? It must take a twisted mind to want to make me put my marriage at stake.”

“Not a twisted mind, just a horny, hungry cunt”, she was at the door of the kitchen when she said this.

“Renu, look. I won’t deny it, you are attractive and goddamn it I want to fuck you right now, but..”

“Then do it, please. I want to feel your hard penis ramming into my cunt.”

Then in a conspiratorial whisper she said, “Nobody needs to know.”

“I’ll know and that’s sufficient.” I took my coffee and left the kitchen. As I passed her I made sure I didn’t touch her.

She followed me and plonked herself next to my sofa, on the floor. Her fingers traced designs on my calf and thighs.

“I stand outside your door every night. I listen to the sounds of you making love. I play with myself, but it’s never enough. I want to feel you.”

“Renu, I’m sure that there are a hundred guys in this city who’d gladly drop their pants to give you what you want. So why don’t you go out and lay one of them?”

“Because I want you. I want to scream my orgasm like Shirley does it every night. I hear her telling how when she’s cumming. God! She sounds so satisfied. I’ve never felt that. Can’t you give it to me just once?”

I finished my coffee and her hands were now at my penis. She had slipped it up the legs of my shorts and was pumping it. It was such a wonderful feeling, seeing this young girl sitting on the floor in front of me, looking up at me and pleading to be fucked. I was beginning to lose it. I somehow found the strength to push her hand away.

“Have you fucked her here?” she asked me.

“Where?”

“Here, in front of the television.”

“What difference does it make where I fucked her?”

“Nothing. I know you wont give me what I want, at least lets talk sex for a while. Please!”

I was exasperated. Right now all I wanted to do was leave the house and go away somewhere, but I was not about to be chased away from my own house. 

“Yes, we have.”

“While watching porn?”

“How do you know that?”

“I would have done it. Nothing more exciting than being fucked while watching porn.”

“Yeah, we have.”

Her fingers were on my calves again. It felt so good.

“I can imagine it”, she said and fell backwards. She bent her legs so that her knees stuck out in the air and spread her thighs.

“Her lying here watching the action on the screen, you above her”, as she said this she stuck two fingers into her cunt and began to fuck herself. Her juices flowed out of her cunt with each time that the fingers went in.

“Oh yes, oh yes, fuck me”, she kept crying as she continued to play out her role.

I watched in fascination, I had never seen a woman fuck herself before. With her free hand she reached out and grabbed my hand. She pulled me off the sofa.

“Fuck me with your fingers, please. I need it”, she cried.

I reached out and slipped my fingers into her cunt. I kept finger fucking her until she squeezed her thighs together and wriggled as her orgasm hit her.

After it was over the grip of her thighs relaxed. I didn’t pull my fingers out. Her breather returned to normal slowly. She pulled my fingers out of her cunt and brought them to my lips.

“Taste me”, she said in a husky voice.

I parted my lips and sucked her juices off my fingers.

“Fuck me now”, she said in the same voice.

I undid the button on my shorts and pulled my penis out. I got on top of her and slip my penis in. I was rock hard from her performance and I was soon banging my cock into her with a steady rhythm. We didn’t change positions or slow down. After about 15 minutes of ramming her I felt my ejaculation coming.

“I’m cumming”, I told her.

“Shoot it, shoot it into me”, she urged me.

I picked up the tempo of my ramming and shot my load into her cunt. I groaned as my ejaculation peaked and then collapsed over her.

After a while I got off her.

“See? That wasn’t so difficult. Tomorrow another room. Okay?” 

I nodded, the fuck had been great and I wanted more.
