Let’s start the story. My name is Kiran (name changed). I was done with my graduation and after a year I did not know what to do with my life. Then somehow I managed my parents and started my own business (mobile shop).<\/p>\n
Everything was going well for 4 to 5 months. I was earning good enough money. Then a lady named Sandhya entered my life. First, I’ll tell you about her. She was married (32 years old, having 2 kids of around 4 years young, the elder one 6 years old) with a nice physique. Once anyone sees her, they want her to be in their bed.<\/p>\n
Even after having two kids, she was good enough to look fit. Her husband was doing some daily wage work. He used to go at morning 9 and return at 6 in the evening.<\/p>\n
One day, she came to my shop and asked for tempered glass and cover. I changed the glass, but the cover that she asked for was not in my shop of that design. So I said –<\/p>\n
Me: I will get you that next week.<\/p>\n
She said okay and smiles were exchanged. I had no intentions of any kind as she was my customer (customer is like God for shopkeepers). After a week, she came again and asked for the cover. I had already bought it from the market and gave it to her. She was happy.<\/p>\n
From that day, she became a regular customer of the shop for recharge or any phone-related issues. They were poor and lived in a small house where only the husband used to work.<\/p>\n
One day, Sandhya’s phone went off. She came to my shop around 2 pm.<\/p> \n\n
She: My phone suddenly got off. I don’t know what to do. If my husband comes to know this, he will scold me. Please do something and get it ready.<\/p>\n
I said: Ok, I will give it in an hour. Come after an hour.<\/p>\n
Then I asked for her number\u00a0and said –<\/p>\n
Me: If it is done, I will call you.<\/p>\n
She said: I have only 1 phone, and the SIM is in this phone.<\/p>\n
So I said: Ok.<\/p>\n
Then she left. I checked it and the clip of the battery was loose. I did some soldering and fixed it. She came and the phone was ready. I asked for 500 rupees.<\/p>\n
She said: I don’t have money now. I will give it next week.<\/p>\n
I said: No, I can’t give your phone like that.<\/p>\n
She was sad and looking disappointed. I was staring at her.<\/p>\n
She was like: Ok, take my phone number. Within 3 days, I will give you. If not, you have my number, call me.<\/p>\n
I was happy as I got her number and said: Ok.<\/p>\n
Then I asked for her name. That was the first time I got to know her name and it was ‘Sandhya’. I saved it and gave a missed call to check if it was working or not.<\/p>\n
In the evening, I put status in my WhatsApp, and she saw it. I understood that even she had saved my number. Then I tried to flirt.<\/p>\n
Me: Hi.<\/p>\n
I didn’t get any reply. I think her husband might be there or she might be at work. Later that night at 10, I got a reply, “Hello” back to my number. She was not good in English. She was replying in Hindi. And even I started texting in Hindi, asking her –<\/p>\n
Me: Where are you from?<\/p>\n
She was laughing at my Hindi. Three days passed and then I asked for money.<\/p>\n
She said: I don’t have the money.<\/p>\n
Then I said: What to do now?<\/p>\n
She said: I need a week. Where will I go? You can message me any time and come to my house.<\/p>\n
Then I gave work to my dirty mind and that night, I was thinking about my married customer. Somehow, I wanted to taste Sandhya whatever may happen. I started texting her like a friend.<\/p>\n
We stayed in Bangalore and I had a house car. She had seen me coming to the shop in the car 3-4 times. Since her house was on the way to my shop, she was showing some interest in me.<\/p>\n
One day, she wore a saree and came to the shop and gave me money and said, “Thank you for your help”.<\/p>\n
I said: It’s ok.<\/p>\n
Suddenly, she asked my age.<\/p>\n
I said: 23.<\/p>\n
She said: You are still a small boy.<\/p>\n
I asked: Why did you say that?<\/p>\n
She didn’t reply to anything and gave a smile and went off.<\/p>\n
That night :-<\/p>\n
Me: Why did you say? Small boy?<\/p>\n
Sandhya: Yes, you are a small boy.<\/p>\n
Me: Can I call you?<\/p>\n
Sandhya: No, my husband is sleeping next to me.<\/p>\n
Then I sent a sad emoji.<\/p>\n
Sandhya: What do you want to talk to me?<\/p>\n
I didn’t reply to her.<\/p>\n
Sandhya: Tomorrow morning after my husband leaves, I will call you.<\/p>\n
I was very happy to listen to this and sent a love emoji.<\/p>\n
Sandhya: Oh oh, what love emoji and all?<\/p>\n
And the conversation began. She gave immediate replies and I was happy about this.<\/p>\n
Sandhya: Do you have a girlfriend?<\/p>\n
Me: I had but now broke up with her.<\/p>\n
Sandhya asked: Why?<\/p>\n
I said: Because of some unavoidable reasons, we broke up.<\/p>\n
Sandhya: Sad to hear. You look good, you didn’t love again?<\/p>\n
Me: Yes, I want to love. But I am looking for my career to settle.<\/p>\n
She smiled and said: Good boy.<\/p>\n
She asked about my ex: Whether you people engaged?<\/p>\n
Then she went deep into the topic. I was explaining to her that-<\/p>\n
Me: I just kissed and hugged her not more than that.<\/p>\n
For that, she said: Then you are still a small kid again.<\/p>\n
Me: I am not a small kid.<\/p>\n
Sandhya: Prove me.<\/p>\n
Me: How?<\/p>\n
Sandhya: Show me something. Then I will tell you whether you are grown up or not.<\/p>\n
Me: What?<\/p>\n
Sandhya: Ahhh.<\/p>\n
Me: Yes, tell me.<\/p>\n
Then I got an image from her. I opened it and it was her. I was shocked to see that it was the picture of her top part with a black bra covering her nipples. And most of her tits were visible!<\/p>\n
I didn’t reply for a few minutes and waited for her reply. Already my dick was getting hard from pants. Then those fair tits were in my mind. After a few minutes, she said –<\/p>\n
Sandhya: What happened? No reply?<\/p>\n
I was still in shock. I didn’t know what to reply and I sent a picture of my dick which was 6 inches long with a red top like strawberry on the top.<\/p>\n
Sandhya: Oh my god, you are really grown up. You are not a kid.<\/p>\n
Me: Yes, I am grown up and I am not a kid.<\/p>\n
Sandhya: I want to see it directly.<\/p>\n
Me: Yes, you can see it, touch it, feel it, anything you want to.<\/p>\n
Sandhya: My husband never fucks me till I get satisfied. He does it for a few minutes and leaves me alone in the bed. I have been waiting for a guy like you. So, tomorrow morning, I will come to your shop. You can talk to me there.<\/p>\n
Me: No, you showed me only half. I want to see you fully. Can you do a video call?<\/p>\n
Sandhya: My husband is there.<\/p>\n
Me: Go to the washroom and do it for me.<\/p>\n
Sandhya: Ok, wait for a few minutes. I will do it.<\/p>\n
Me: Ok-ok.<\/p>\n
And I sent another pic of my hard dick with precum on the top.<\/p>\n
Sandhya: Don’t tease me, I want it now.<\/p>\n
Me: Come, I will give it to you. Then play with it, suck it.<\/p>\n
Soon, her call came. I was too shy to face her. But the lust I had for her gave me strength. Then she slowly started to open her churidar top and now she was in her black bra. Her fair body was very sexy. I was in full mood to see her like that and soon I started masturbating while seeing her.<\/p>\n
Slowly, she removed her pants and now she was only in her inner red underwear and black bra.<\/p>\n
She: Baby is crying.<\/p>\n
And she went off. I was very sad. Then I masturbated thinking of her and was waiting for her message.<\/p>\n
Sandhya: Was that enough?<\/p>\n
Me: I wanted more.<\/p>\n
Sandhya: You will get it soon (and she sent a smile emoji).<\/p>\n
Me: Come to my shop tomorrow.<\/p>\n
What happened the next day, I will tell you in part 2. It will be the most exciting story. See you in the next part guys. Any girls from Bangalore, I am available. Send me an email at the ID given below, if interested.<\/p>\n
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