On the next Sunday evening, Aamir met Rashid Shaikh. He took the ‘pressure cooker’ that Rashid, and later Bashir, had reminded Aamir to ‘prepare’ inside his large travelling bag.
Rashid was a man in his early 30s. He had shaven his beard fully and was wearing formal clothing. He was sitting at a table in a rather lonely cafeteria. He had brought a travelling bag similar in size to that of Aamir.
As soon as the two met, Rashid switched off his phone, and Aamir followed. Aamir handed over his travelling bag.
“Okay, we shall soon see whether this one is ready. You can take my bag.”
“Thanks. What’s in this? It’s kinda heavy.”
“Some science books. I don’t want you to get patted down and later arrested for carrying around an empty travelling bag for no reason.”
Then, Aamir briefed him about his encounters with the neighbours, especially Komal. That made Rashid smile widely.
“Keep the women under your spell, Aamir. They’ll be valuable alibis to you in the future,” Rashid said, to which Aamir nodded his head, smiling.
“But don’t go to them too often, though. I don’t want you getting too weak or too distracted.”
“How often is too often?”
“More than twice a week. Anyway, now that Saeed, or should I say, “the new commissioner”, is on the job. Hopefully, things won’t be as hard as now.
“Just lay low for a while. I’ll let you know of your next mission soon, and while you’re laying low, study hard. You’re a college student after all,” Rashid said, leaving.
The next day, he got to know Ms Monica, his English teacher, who also stays at the same complex as he does. On Monday evening, he stayed at the college library till it was late. When he reached the bus stop, Monica was there. That’s how they got to talk to each other the first time.
They walked to the apartment complex together, but Aamir didn’t follow Monica to her apartment. Hers was on an upper floor. On Tuesday, too, Aamir was late to leave college and met Monica at the bus stop.
That evening also, he could talk to Monica. She was wearing a blue-coloured, shirt-sleeved long gown with a collar and a rather deep but thin cleavage.
“You know, Aamir, it’s good you stay late. I feel safer going home with you than alone.”
“Oh, that’s very nice to hear, Ms Monica.”
Then their bus came. But unlike the day before, this bus was badly crowded. It was dark because the lamps inside it weren’t working. Monica got on the bus, and Aamir followed right behind.
Due to the crowd, Aamir’s front got pressed between Monica’s ass cheeks while inside the bus. Aamir was afraid to get a hard-on. He didn’t know how Monica might respond, but he couldn’t hide it for long.
“Fuck it. I’m just going to apologize if she notices it,” Aamir thought.
As his bulge started growing, Monica could also notice it, and she looked at Aamir.
“I’m sorry, miss,” Aamir apologized in a low tone.
But Monica wasn’t mad. Instead, she smiled sensually.
“That’s ok, Aamir, I understand,” she said in a breathy tone before turning forward again.
Then, Aamir felt that Monica slowly pushed her back against his crotch. This was the green light Aamir was waiting for. He slowly placed his palms on the two sides of Monica’s waist and slowly slid them towards the opposite sides, hugging her from behind.
He then placed his chin on Monica’s left shoulder. She looked at her face, and she turned her face and looked at his.
“Aamir?”
“Yes?”
“Come with me when we get off at the stop, ok?”
“Sure.”
Aamir could guess what was up, but he didn’t say anything. On the bus, Aamir tried slowly sliding his right hand into Monica’s left bra cup. But she held his hand with her right hand and stopped him.
“Aamir, not here. Just wait till we’re at the apartment,” Monica murmured.
Later, Monica opened the door to her apartment. Aamir grabbed her from behind and stormed in, kicking the door into closing once he was in.
He then pulled Monica’s elbows towards her back and locked them using his left arm. With his right hand, he grabbed her jaw, turned her face towards his, and started eating her mouth crazily.
Monica also started eating Aamir’s mouth back as Aamir then slid his right hand into her cleavage and grabbed her left boob. Soon, Aamir pulled Monica’s gown down to her elbows and tucked it, holding her elbows in place.
He then turned Monica around, pushed her bra off her boobs, and grabbed them.
“Aah,” Monica moaned as Aamir started groping her boobs, sucking their nipples and lightly biting them now and then.
“Aaah, oh yeah, that feels so good.”
After doing this for a while, Aamir pulled her gown completely off her body. She was now in her panty, and her bra was off her boobs. Aamir then grabbed her by her hair and pushed her to her knees. He then pulled out his half-erect cock.
Aamir then started hardly fucking Monica’s mouth, making her gag. Later, Aamir pushed Monica’s face hard against his cock, pressing his palms against the back of his head.
When Monica started trying to push Aamir away, he let go of her face. He then grabbed her by her neck and pulled her to her feet. As Monica clung to Aamir’s wrists, he lifted her and threw her to her bed.
As Monica fell onto the bed, Aamir started taking off his clothes. Monica also pushed down and got rid of her panty. Aamir then knelt in bed, pulled Monica’s thighs away from one another, and started eating her pussy.
“Mmm…oh yeah, right there…aaah, yes, that’s it.”
Monica moaned, her eyes tight shut and mouth wide open. She arched her back backwards, grabbing Aamir’s hair and pressing his face against her pussy. She also grabbed a nearby wooden cupboard and scratched it hard.
After eating her pussy, Aamir was ready to fuck her. Monica was lying on her back. On her elbows, she lifted the upper part of her body. Her legs were straight but driven apart.
Aamir lay down on Monica face to face. He kept his upper part of the body on the outstretched arms, and his legs were together and located between Monica’s legs. As Aamir started fucking Monica, he seemed to be hanging over her. At first, he was slow.
“Come on, Aamir, fuck me harder. You’re not my first one.”
Then, Aamir threw his arms around Monica and held her tightly. He then started fucking her hard with all his energy. He roughly pushed his mouth against her and started licking and biting her face and neck now and then.
While he was fucking her, soon, her eyes rolled, and she shivered in his grip, tightly arching her body backwards. Soon after this, she came. Aamir stopped fucking her.
After Monica stopped coming, he grabbed her neck with both his hands and started fucking her again. Soon, Monica started coughing and tapping Aamir’s wrists. Aamir let go of her neck.
Aamir then stopped fucking her and knelt between her thighs. He held her thighs with both hands and pulled them up to his cock. Monica placed her elbows against the mattress. Her hands against her upper back to support her weight. Aamir started fucking her again.
But Aamir soon felt tired and fell aside. Then, Monica sat on his crotch with her legs to Aamir’s left side and started riding him. After Monica rode Aamir for a while, Aamir straightened his back. He grabbed Monica’s neck with both hands and pushed her to the bed.
As Monica was lying on her right side, Aamir pushed her left knee upwards. Then, grabbing her neck with both his hands, he started fucking her. Soon, Aamir was fucking Monica so fast that with each thrust, Monica’s head hit the mattress. She felt like the world around her was blurring.
After fucking her for a while, Aamir let go of her, pulled out, and came all over the outer side of her left thigh. As Monica lay on the bed, panting, Aamir wiped off his juice on her thigh, fell on the bed, and hugged her from behind.
“Oh wow, that was amazing,” Monica said, still panting. “I thought I would have to call in sick tomorrow,” Monica said as Aamir hugged her tightly from behind and closed his eyes.
To be continued.
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