A week after that incident happened, it was my birthday. I invited both Poonam and her husband to a small party at home. Poonam’s husband apologized that he couldn’t come. He got a very important meeting to attend in a nearby district.
I told him that I would postpone the party and asked him when he would be free. He didn’t want me to postpone my plan for him and so asked me to carry on. I agreed and informed him that I would invite Poonam to my home for the celebration.
He said okay and suggested I celebrate in their home. My home is a little far from the city, and it might get late for Poonam to come back from there. I agreed to what he said and told Poonam that we would celebrate my birthday in their flat. She agreed.
It was just a small cake cut and food type and nothing else, no alcohol or anything. That day after the office, Poonam and I went to her flat. She had already ordered a cake for me which I saw in the fridge.
She told me to get her some good food tonight as it was a special day. I asked her what she liked. She told me a list, and I agreed. We cut the cake at around seven in the evening and ordered some good food. We sat to watch TV while waiting for the food order to arrive.
While we watched TV, the power got cut, and she sighed in disappointment. She switched on her phone’s backlight and stood up. She suggested that we go to the terrace till the power comes, and I agreed.
As we went upstairs, I followed her watching her ass sway in those leggings and kurti. It was dim but not dark on the terrace. There was a calm breeze, and I felt so relaxed. Poonam enjoyed the cold breeze, and I enjoyed the view of her.
We were all alone, and just like that, I asked her, “Hey, didn’t you get any gift for me?”
Poonam: Gift? I got the cake.Haha.(and winked)
Me: That’s not a gift.
Poonam: Haha, I don’t have much money to give you big gifts.
Me: You don’t need money to give gifts.
Poonam: Achcha? Then with what will I buy one?
Me: You don’t have to buy it either.
Poonam: What is it that you want, which is free of cost?
Me: A hug?
Poonam: Hmmm. Forget it.
Me: Please.
Poonam: What will you get from a hug?
Me: Maybe some happiness.
Poonam: Hmm, okay.
She came a little closer and gave a very small hug that barely lasted for a second and without much touching.
Poonam: Okay? Happy?
Me: Is that a hug?
Poonam: Is it not?
Me: At least for a minute. Only then it’s a proper hug.
Poonam: What? No way, birthday boy.
I started to request her, and after about ten minutes, she agreed. The dim light and cool breeze impacted both of us and made us talk and do things. Else, Poonam was not someone who would agree to such things.
She put her arms around me and came closer, leaving a little gap between her and me. I filled it by pulling her close, grabbing her waist. She tried to push me back a little and said, “Hey! What are you doing?”
Me: This is called a hug.
Saying so, I pulled her closer to me. She slowly gave in, resting her head on my shoulder with little resistance, trying to set a little loose. My hands were still on her waist, and her hands were around me. She said, “I think one minute is over,” and tried to get out. But I held her back and told her it’s not over yet.
Those soft tits against my chest rushed my blood towards my thing, and it stiffened inside my pants. I was sure that she felt that. She was startled and said, “Hey, now leave. It won’t be nice if someone sees this.”
I told her that there’s no one on the terrace and pulled her even closer. She conflicted but remained silent. We could feel each other’s hearts racing. I slowly slid my right hand towards her butt cheek while feeling her body over that kurta. And just then, the power came back, and it started raining.
She got out of my hug by pushing me away gently. We looked at each other, not understanding what we just did. She broke the silence saying, “Let’s go down. It started raining, and the power came back too.”
I said okay with my head held low and followed her back to her flat in the elevator. The elevator lights and wetness from the little rain showed a little skin and her bra through her kurta. She moved her hands over her dress to wipe off the little wetness and asked me about the food order that we placed.
I checked the status and told her that it’s almost here. We went to her flat, and she went into her room to change from her slightly wet clothes. I got the call from the delivery guy, and I went downstairs to get the food. I came back up with the food.
Poonam changed into her nighty. It’s not new for me to see her in a nighty. But this time, it reminded me of the picture that she sent me. I was getting hornier with time. The way I saw her kept changing every minute.
We had dinner, and she talked about a lot of things and how good the food was. I was having plans of making her my food tonight, but I was afraid. I hugged her a few minutes back on the terrace. But she didn’t even talk about it.
She kept talking about anything and everything except that. I felt like she talked about every other random topic to divert from the hug matter, but I wasn’t sure.
After having dinner, it continued raining, and there were zero chances that I am going out from there. She told me to stay back as it was raining heavily and informed her husband on the call. He agreed and told me that he would meet me in the morning. He also wished me a happy birthday and cut the call.
Poonam asked me if I want any of her husband’s clothes to change. I asked her if I can get a t-shirt and shorts or track pants. She asked me to go into their room and take it from the cupboard. I went in to change my clothes. I went to drop my clothes in the laundry basket.
That is where I saw her rain-wet dress, which she removed sometime before. My hands just went and took her kurta from which her bra fell. I don’t know what got into me. But I just immersed my head into her freshly removed bra to smell her.
That smell made me go mad. I felt like I was drugged with the smell of her tits.
Meanwhile, she knocked on the door and said, “What’s taking you so long? Come soon. We will watch some movie and go to sleep.”
I came back to my senses and opened the door after putting her wet clothes back into the laundry basket. We sat on the sofa to watch TV, and the power got cut again. She searched for a candle and finally found a candle and placed it on the table in front of us.
She kept ranting about the power cuts and then said, “What else?”
The power cut, cool weather, the rain sound outside, and the dim lighting got some courage in me again.
Me: Nothing much. Can I ask you something?
Poonam: Ya. What is it?
Me: Can I get another hug?
Poonam: No way, kid. No way. You got something more than what you deserve on the terrace. Why are you after hugs today? No.
Me: Please. It is my birthday today. Please. Only one hug.
She said no, but I pleaded with her a lot till she finally agreed after a few minutes. I jumped with joy inside and asked her to stand up. She sighed and stood up as if she didn’t want it. But somehow, she stood up and came close to me.
I couldn’t control myself, but I went slow on her and hugged her tight. This time she didn’t push me away. Caressing her back, I felt no bra and her soft breasts touched my chest gently.
This time, I slid my hands lower to press her butt cheek and lowered my hand. She didn’t say a word but removed my hand from her butt and placed it back on her waist.
Poonam: Don’t cross your limits, kid.
I was not in a situation to listen to her. My hands went further down towards her thighs and pulled up her nighty a little. She didn’t speak but kept stopping my hands from lifting her nighty.
Poonam: Hey! Stop. What is this? I don’t think this is called a hug?
Me: Please.
Poonam: What, please? Stop lifting my nighty first.
Listening to her commanding voice, I was a little frightened to go any further. But the things like that dim light and thought that her husband won’t be coming any time soon kept me going.
Touching her bare ass and braless tits through her nighty felt like some current passed through me. I felt the strength of an elephant and the excitement of a kid in a toy shop.
I took it to the next stage by kissing her on the neck and aiming at her lips in the darkness. She stopped me a few times. But she understood at a point that I am not someone who will give up on her.
She finally gave in and allowed me to kiss her by stiffening her body, feeling a little uncomfortable. I took time and caressed her back and shoulders while kissing her gently.
Her tight posture loosened, and I felt a little comfortable in my hands. I can feel her kissing me back, moving her lips, and giving me her tongue. We kissed each other and took very small gaps to take a breath.
I undid my pants. My pants dropped down, making my dick rub against her body over her nighty. I started lifting her nighty again, and she stopped my hands with hers.
Poonam: No. Just hug. No sex.
Me: Okay. Only hug, but please get naked.
Poonam: No. I let you do all this. Not naked. Leave it.
Me: Please. It will be great.
I requested her while she was still in my arms, and we were kissing and hugging each other. She finally said okay and said, “Not here. Lock the main door, and let us go into my room.”
We both saw the main door already locked, and I rushed her towards her room. We got into the room, and she switched on the air conditioner. I was already naked below and tried not to leave her out from my hug. I dry-humped and rubbed myself against her the whole time.
She kept stopping me and noticed me being naked on the bottom, and she screamed, “Oh! No, when did you remove your pants?”
Poonam: I don’t think this is appropriate.
Me: It will be good. Please. Only once. Please.
I started lifting her nighty. She stopped me, but this time I gave her time to say a word. I just removed her nighty off her body, and she cooperated by lifting her hands. Watching her naked shaved underarms and the whole body, I couldn’t control myself.
I just pushed her on the bed and fell on her hugging her tight and kissing her very passionately. She fell back and remained silent. She just closed her eyes and let me do whatever I did to her body.
At first, she seemed like she was waiting for it to over soon. But I kept watching her face while I was humping, hugging, and playing with her. She bit her lips and put her hands over my butt.
The game began after she started responding. My cock was rubbing against her stomach and thighs while I hugged her and rolled over and over on the bed. Her hands pressed my butt cheeks and caressed my back. She played with my hair while taking my head close to kissing me.
I was excited a lot but didn’t insert it into her yet. I was not in a situation to understand if it was a dream or a reality. Before I decided to insert it, her hand grabbed my stiff cock and guided it over to her heavenly fleshy hole, and rubbed my cock on it.
I couldn’t believe that she did it. I just went with the flow and pushed my cock into her pussy. She gasped and opened her eyes widely. That is when we looked at each other in shock, a dilemma, and with a thousand more mixed feelings in each others’ eyes.
She started breathing heavily, and I started to move my hip to fuck her slowly.
Poonam: What the hell did I do? Please don’t stop. Make it fast. Fuck me harder.
The next ten minutes after she asked me to fuck were the best ten minutes of my life. I increased my speed and rammed into her. It was an earthquake on the bed. We moaned louder and louder under our breaths on the way to reaching our climax together. It was epic and beyond description. I don’t have words.
Our bodies hit each other at parts that I can’t even tell while I fucked her in a missionary position. I gave my last stroke, and both our bodies shivered as we released our juices.
A minute or less than it after I came into her, the pleasure left my mind and body. A wave of regret hit both of us. She asked me to get up in a hurry and went it the washroom. I was on the bed, afraid of what’s going to happen next.
While I was overthinking and lost in thoughts with fear, Poonam came out from the washroom covering herself with a towel. She took her nighty, which was on the floor, and wore it within seconds.
I stood up with my head held low and wore my pants and t-shirt. She sat on the bed on edge. I sat beside her, not knowing what to do or say. The room was filled with silence, and she broke out into tears. I got frightened and tried to soothe her with my words.
I apologized to her and pleaded with her to stop crying. I told her what I went through, and I told her how and why I did that. She, too, opened up and cried, saying that her husband is a very good man and trusts her a lot. She regretted breaking his trust and being a bad woman for some time.
She cried, saying, “I shouldn’t have let you hug me like that.Sorry.”
I told her that it’s not her mistake and that I shouldn’t have asked for a hug or seen her that way. I told her that maybe it was just supposed to happen somehow, and I regret it too. All the sexual feelings and everything vanished, leaving both of us in deep regret.
“After all, it was our first time. Maybe that is how it will be,” I thought. I pleaded with her not to tell her husband. She, too, agreed that forgetting it then and there is better than sharing it with him and making him feel bad.
We finally talked our hearts out, and somehow I got her to stop crying. We were tired, confused, and full of regrets. Good sleep is what we wanted to reset our exhausted minds and bodies.
She asked me to sleep on the sofa and closed her door to sleep. I don’t know when I fell asleep. But in the morning, I felt a kiss okay my forehead, to which I woke up but didn’t open my eyes or get up from the sofa.
Then, I heard the door being opened and a male voice which was her husband’s. I got up and sat on the sofa, rubbing my eyes. Her husband wished me a good morning and belated birthday, to which I thanked him.
I didn’t know when Poonam got up and dressed up before opening the door, but she looked fresh. I don’t know if she slept the whole night or just stayed awake. Her husband went into the room to fresh up. She told me that she put my clothes in the other room and went to the kitchen without saying a word.
I changed my clothes and came out to tell the couple a bye. I waited in the hall for her or her husband to come out of the kitchen or his room so that I can tell them and go. Her husband came to the hall after getting ready. I stood up to tell him that I was leaving for my home.
He greeted me again and called Poonam from the kitchen to tell her that I was going. She came out hurriedly and said, “Wait, I will come down with you. I need to buy some vegetables in the street beside.”
We entered the lift, and both of us didn’t talk anything. She said, “Bye kid, sorry, not a kid anymore,” by looking at me and feeling a little shy.
She told me to forget everything and live a normal life back again. The lift doors opened. She went to buy vegetables, and I headed towards my bike.
I forgot to ask if she kissed me in the morning or if it was just my hallucination. But I felt really afraid in the daylight to talk to her. And after seeing her husband in the morning, most of my bad thoughts just blew off my mind.
That’s how Poonam and I got into physical relations. Did it continue?
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