It’s been cloudy since morning. The cricket match would be cancelled if it rains today which I don’t want. I was thinking about these sitting near my window. The match would start from 2pm. So by one I had completed my lunch. Rahul was already informed to call me around 1.30. Rahul is my friend; he is also the opener of our cricket team.
In last match me and Rahul teamed up for a partnership of 96 run which resulted in winning the match. After that our fame has grown. I don’t know when I had fallen asleep thinking about these things. Just then I woke up from sleep. I looked at the clock and saw its two past five. Patted sum water in my face and ran down stairs to ask my mom if someone had come to call me. I was surprised to hear that no one had come. Last evening I had seen some problem in the breaks of my bike which I didn’t had time to rectify. I didn’t want to take any chance. Grabbed of my kit bag was kept just near the door and started walking towards Rahul’s house.
The thought of team reaching the ground by now made me feel angry as well as nervous. The distance between our houses was not much; it takes around 10 minutes by foot. But to my fate the storm started coming. As I neared his house the rain started dripping but when I reach his house, I was shocked to see his bike was not parked there, my heart skipped a beat. That idiot left be behind and must have took off. I knew that his parents are in office and the only two people who would be in the house would be his sister Sraddha and their maid Mithi. I rang the bell but there was no sound. Electricity must have been cut as most often it happens in this part of the city. I didn’t have any other option and started to call her sister by her name and banging the door. But there was no response from inside. I thought maybe they can’t hear it due to heavy rain which had already started in the meantime.
I was completely soaked by them but I was more worried about my kit which I was carrying with me. I knew that they had an alternate door at back of the house which is connected to the kitchen. I headed for that direction through the front garden minding the rose bushes that his dad had planted. The balcony behind the house was made of tin and sound the rain dropping on them was sounding beautiful. To my disappointment the back door was also locked. There was small bathroom window few meters ahead which I knew connects the sitting room. I thought if I could climb up there and call her she might hear me. As I pulled myself to the window and moved the glass of venetian blind to call her, the sight froze me. My heart stopped beating momentarily.
I was dumb struck and couldn’t come an inch. The only thing I could fell was my seven inch cock which wanted to jump up inside the white track pants that I was wearing. Sraddha was completely naked in the shower, just a feet away scrubbing hersle with loofa which she was holding. She was not wearing a single thread and only thing that covered small parts of her body was foam here & there. Her sand glass figure was incredible. Her wet hair long black hair ran till her butt crack, her pussy cat tattoo in her shoulder was shining in water, as if it was looking at me and mocking me at same time.
The water was dripping from her pink pointed nipples and falling down on the floor just missing her flat smooth stomach. The smell of the shower product, the sound of the rain & low humming of an old English song which she was singing, the spotless beauty combined with her curved figure, the wet touch of the cold parapet was driving me crazy and then it happened. My hand slipped and fell in the mud with a big thud. She looked from the widow towards me and said
– Neel!!! What on earth are you doing here…
– I… I… I… have come just now. I wanted to call someone but no one was answering the door.
– get up and come inside from the back kitchen door.
I dragged myself through the mud and reached back to the door. She was standing there in a pink bathrobe and towel wrapped in her head. She told me that if I wanted to come inside I have to open all my clothes and shoes as they are covered with mud and she doesn’t want to make the kitchen dirty. I had no option but to strip as I was feeling a bit cold. I unbuttoned my t-shirt, removed it and moved on to open my spikes and socks. Just as I was about to Step in I was stopped by Sraddha at once. She made an eye gesture intending that I have to open even my track pants. I began to untie the string and pulled down the track but to my horror my brief came down with it. I quickly pulled it up in embarrassment as fast as I could and she unwrapped the towel from her head had handed me. I could see the time smile at corner of her lips and the shine in her eyes which was now fixed towards my manhood.
– Was this your revenge? I asked her wrapping the towel around me
– You had seen me naked and I saw you now. We are even dear come in my Frog Prince.
I could not understand the term “Frog Prince” then but she told me later. Her voice has not sounding timed as usual but sexy.
– Isn’t Rahul home?
– No he left home around 12 noon
– What about Mithi?
– Why are you asking so many questions?
– I calling for a long time, but no one was answering the door.
– So you got the chance to see the movie.
– Yeah but it was only the trailer. I’m ready to buy ticket in black to watch the full movie.
We both laughed and my courage grew.
I thought this would be a great chance & I placed my hand over her left boob, gave a gentle squeeze.
It brought a small moan in her. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Aaaaaaaaa!
– Can I see them once more?
– Shut up! (But in more sweet voice, looking towards floor), go and sit in my room. I’ll bring you some brandy so u doesn’t catch cold.
I was in seventh heaven as I headed towards her room, as if I was flying and not walking just in a towel thanking the rain Rahul for not coming to pick me up for the match. Kindly comment if you all like the true incident which happened few months back. I’m Neel, in my mid-twenties and would be narrating the happening that followed after this with Sraddha, her maid Mithi & with her friends.
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To be continued in second chapter.
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