A WELCOME GUEST

It was a quiet and lazy afternoon in the month of June, which made it even more difficult for him to step out of the bed. He had slept early in the morning after a movie marathon last night. He managed to drag himself to the refrigerator to look for some juice but didn’t quite get lucky.

He switched on the television only to find out that the cable connectivity was off. He thought of hooking himself up on the play station but remembered that his friend Ashwin had taken it away for a day. And it wasn’t a bright idea to go out on a bright summer afternoon. He was cursing himself to be all alone in his posh 3 bedroom apartment in West Delhi, with nothing to do and no one to talk to.

Hi. This was me, Zubin, in the summer of 2006. I was then a 20 year old, doing my engineering from a far off college in Chennai. I was back home after a gap of 2 long years, hoping that I would be catching up with old pals and would be among some better looking chics than the ones you would normally find in the mechanical stream of an engineering college. But perhaps, I had chosen the wrong time of the year. Dad was in office and so was mom, and Priya (my sister who is 2 years elder to me) had just left for a long due day long session with her beautician before the day started for me. So, here I was, sitting in the dining hall of my home, and wondering to myself how I would spend the next few hours. Just then the doorbell rang, and unwillingly, I pushed myself to say “no” to an unwanted salesman or a charity organization treasurer or just about anybody at all. I am glad that I did not ignore the bell;) I opened the door and stood frozen for the next 5 seconds. I saw a spotless fairy standing at my door.. the least I expected on a drowsy afternoon at around 2 pm. “Hi.. I am Bhavna”, said the angel, who had stepped down from heaven that day to brighten up my day. I replied saying “Hi”, not wanting to know who she was or why she was here, but wanting her inside at any cost. Bhavna was 22, but looked slightly mature because of her well developed assets. She was draped in a light blue cotton saree with a floral pattern, which was slightly transparent and did give more than a subtle hint about her contours. Her sleeveless blouse of the same color complemented her saree well. A red lipstick was the only bit of makeup on her glowing face. She was so fair and naturally beautiful that she did not require any makeup. Her waist long hair was tied with a white clip and fell nicely on her shoulders and back, almost completing a perfect close up. Her arms were so smooth and silky that her saree almost slipped on that skin. Her boobs were well developed (34 c) for her age and protruded out of her blouse demanding due attention. Her belly button, though well behind the saree could be spotted above the helm of her underskirt, just adding to her sexiness. Her waist bulged only slightly, giving her the right curves at the right places. All in all, she was a package to die for.“Is Priya there?”, she asked in a soft voice as I stood transfixed. I brought myself back to senses (from a steamy dream in which I had smooched her already) and asked her, “Are you Priya’s friend?”, a question whose answer was almost a foregone conclusion by now. “We study together, I came to collect her French notes” came her prompt reply. My eyes had almost instantly fallen on her luscious bosom which demanded attention even from blind eyes. I told myself to control my animal instincts for the second time in a short span. “Oh, please come in”, I said and welcomed her inside. I saw her walk past myself, as I closed the door. I ushered her to the hall watching her well crafted back swing to the swift movement of her feet. I admired her smooth back, which was on show right from the end of her blouse to the start of her underskirt. She was a wet dream, I thought to myself. My thoughts were already running wild in search of ideas to trap this beauty. I made her sit on the sofa in the hall. Damn, I so dearly wanted to sit right next to her and feel the touch of her bare skin on mine. “This is it, you will control yourself now and play smart if you wish to get lucky today”, I almost instructed myself as I sat on the sofa adjacent to her. “Priya would be back any moment” I told her, knowing fully well that a customary visit to the parlour every fortnight would take at least 4 hours. “Would you have something”, I asked her noticing her curves in minute details. “I will have water”, she said wiping off the droplet of sweat (which had just emerged) with her pink handkerchief. “Sure”,

I said to excuse myself to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water. I had my mind running and brimming with ideas to floor the woman in the hall and ultimately take her to the bed. I came back with the glass of water from the kitchen and occupied my place next to her. As she drank water from the glass, I imagined myself to be a drop in the glass, which would notoriously slide down her luscious lips, move over the shapely chin, and dive deep into the long neck and move further downwards into heavenly pastures. Thousands such thoughts eroded my mind, as I sat just inches away from this thing of beauty, who was quite a tease for a level headed person like me. “You must be Zubin” she initiated a conversation for the first time after she kept down the glass of water and I was overjoyed. “Yes, I am Zubin”, I replied with a self congratulatory smile. There was a split second silence before I spoke again. “You are talked about often at my house”, I gave her a teaser. As expected, she fell for it and asked “Oh is it?”. I said “Yes, mom often tells Priya to be like you and learn from you”. She gave a silly smile and I saw her blush for the first time in front of me, which made her look even more beautiful. I continued, “Really, she tells her so and today I know why.” That last sentence perhaps got her interested in the talk and she asked, “Tell me why”. For a moment, I was dumbstruck and did not know what to say. Praise her dressing sense when in doubt, it almost always works. It certainly did for me. I proceeded, “You have a great dress sense. I mean, most girls would opt for a western outfit when meeting friends, you have opted for a saree and you are carrying it off so well”. She was so well dressed that she made me sound so genuine. She laughed and said, “That’s because my parents are looking for a guy to get me married and mom wants me to learn the art of wearing saree”. “You know it so well, trust me, you look amazingly feminine in that saree”, I complimented her. And she blushed for the second time which gave me some confidence. She enquired more, “Does your mom tell Priya about my dressing sense?” That is when I first felt that she had taken the bait, she wanted to know more about her praises in my house. I congratulated myself on the first bit of success. I told her, “Mom also talks about how well organized you are and expects Priya to follow your example”. She sat calmly and listened to what I said with a pleasing smile. Oh boy, she knew how to handle praise. I continued, “She often talks about how well maintained your things are, referring to your notebooks and way of dressing.

In fact, Priya herself says that you keep your room in a pretty orderly fashion.” She was listening with apt attention all this while. And my cruel mind had started dwelling on a cunning thought to lure this damsel into my bedroom somehow and I sprang this surprise on her, “Why don’t you help me setting up my room till the time Priya is back?”She was obviously discomforted by the question as she had been asked by her friend’s brother to help him clean up his room. Before she could say no after a second thought, I responded with all politeness, “Only if you don’t mind, may I request you to help me?” I had played a masterstroke and she was left with little choice but to accept my proposal and follow me into my room. I led the way to my room and opened the door. As expected, the room was in a mess. My undergarments were lying on the bed and 2-3 porn magazines showing unclad women on the cover page lent grace to the side tables. Bhavna was shocked a little and perhaps thought it was a wrong decision on her part to walk into that room. She regained composure though and said, “Your room is in real bad shape”. I replied sheepishly, “That’s why I need your expert help in cleaning it up”. I do not know what made me say that but Bhavna turned and gave me a if looks could kill stare, before we began cleaning up. Bhavna instructed me to clear my under wears from the bed as she quickly started picking up the magazines getting them out of sight at the earliest. As she was about to move away from the bed to place the magazines on the shelf, I stepped in the way making it look completely unintentional. She lost her balance and fell back on the bed. As luck would have it, her saree pallu betrayed her at the wrong time (maybe because of her extra smooth arms). I fell in the same motion with her, making her feel that it was all accidental. I leap on top of her, with her saree pallu dropped down, leaving her shapely boobs covered in just a sleeveless blouse beneath me.

My intention was to feel her lips with mine in the act of falling down. But she was quick enough to respond and turn her face to the left. Still, she could not prevent a sigh from escaping her mouth as I fell on her. I took the opportunity to press myself more on her, making her boobs crush under the pressure. She let another sigh out of her mouth. “Ouch”, she said in an extremely low voice. For the first time, a stranger had touched her sensitive breasts, and she felt a strange sensation tickling her from inside. She was in two minds, whether to retaliate and stop this young brat from proceeding further or to flow with the emotion and experience the excitement that had just started building up. As I pressed myself more on her, I complimented saying, “Bhavna, you look unbelievably sexy right now”. Saying so, I moved my face closer to her boobs. I moved my nose over her blouse clad boobs which aroused her no ends. I moved closer to her armpits to smell her sexy aroma, which enraged the beast inside me. My monster down there was well charged up by this time and poked into her shapely thighs. This caused her to regain her senses and she felt my weight on top of her. She requested, “Zubin, plssss get up”. I did not respond and lay still on top of her. After a moment, I replied mischievously, “What if I say I won’t”. She said, this time more authoritatively, “Zubin, you are crushing me, please get up”. I knew I could not let it end here but I could not force her either. So I decided to play my own trick. I stayed on top of her and quietly tied the fallen pallu of her saree to my belt. She said once again “Zubin, get up now, enough”. I moved swiftly and turned around quickly so that she would not notice the tied end of the pallu. She felt her saree unwrap unexpectedly. She was taken aback and I did not waste time in moving away from the bad, making more of her saree unwrap. It took her a moment to realize that her saree pallu was tucked on my belt and by that time, she was half unclothed. She shouted, “Zubin, what are you doing?”

I looked back at the unwrapped saree and said “Oh!” expressing my surprise. “I am so sorry”, I said and acted innocent, expertly untying the knot of the saree from the belt at the same time, without letting her know. Bhavna was now restless, “See what you have done, leave my saree pallu, and give it back to me”. I held the pallu in my hand and said, “Sure, you may take it”. I almost got mesmerized seeing her in just blouse from a distance now. “Come on, leave it now”, repeated Bhavna. I said calmly, “Bhavna, why don’t you drop your saree off while we are cleaning up. It will be easier for you”. This was totally unacceptable to her and she said, “Are you mad? Leave my saree; I am not helping you anymore”. I gathered courage and said, “Bhavna, I am extremely sorry for what happened but if the pallu of your saree gets stuck somewhere, you might topple and hurt yourself”. She listened to me but was still adamant on leaving her saree. I explained “Bhavna, you may place your saree in this corner and after cleaning up; you can wear it back again, this way you won’t get hurt”. “No, you please leave my saree”, Bhavna demanded. I explained more seriously now, “Bhavna, I have already seen you in blouse now and you are anyway well covered from below. There is nothing to feel shy about. So as a safety measure, you should keep your saree aside while we clean up”. With such conviction, she had very little to say and reluctantly agreed to drop off her saree in front of her friend’s brother. She said, “Alright, I will keep my saree aside”, and started unwinding her saree around her waist. I gave her another shock when I pulled at her saree pallu as she started to unwrap. “Zubin, what is this?”, she expressed her shock. I explained, “It would be so unchivalrous of me if I let you do this and I stand here watching”. Bhavna said “It is alright, I will…”. I cut her short by saying, “Bhavna, please let me be a gentleman and do this for you”. She could not question me anymore and allowed me to unfold her saree. As I pulled her saree pallu, she turned around to let her saree unwrap. I enjoyed seeing Bhavna lose her saree and feasted on her curves which were more prominently visible now. As the last bit of saree was about to come off, I gave her another shock by pulling hard at her saree pallu. This pulled her towards me as she tried to hold on to her saree. As a result she banged, right into my chest making her boobs crush against me once more. I enjoyed every bit of it while she was now wary of everything I was doing inside that room. She was feeling shy and uncomfortable after losing her saree in front of a young bloke. She mustered courage and said, “Let us quickly clean up the rest of the room and move out”. I said, “Sure” and looked up at the spider webs on the corner of the wall. She looked at me, expecting a chair or a stool to clean the corner. I said, “There is no stool in the house and we have to manage with this”, showing a relatively small broom in my hand. She did not understand what was coming her way. I expressed, “Bhavna, I will hold you up in my arms and you can clean the corner”. At first, she was quite hesitant, but with repeated requests, she obliged.

I played my trick yet again, and held her up from the lower part of her legs. As I pushed her up towards the corner, I let the underskirt slip up her silky legs making her come down in the process. I would push her up again, but without letting the underskirt drop. This exposed her smooth and non-ending legs to me inch by inch. I repeated the process several times to uncover her thighs completely and the underskirt had almost come up to its waist. “Hold me properly”, Bhavna would say knowing that her underskirt was pulled up in the process and her thighs were exposed. My hands were now almost kneading into her thighs to hold her up. I once again took my chance and planted a kiss on her thighs. Bhavna felt the kiss as I felt her body shiver in my hands but remained quiet. I guess she wanted to get done with it quickly. I played naughty yet again and bit on her thighs lightly. Bhavna immediately reacted, “What are you doing, Zubin?” I asked innocently, “What happened Bhavna?” She felt too shy to talk about what I did and said, “Hold me properly, else I would fall”. I smiled at her and said, “I am there to hold you even if you do”, which is exactly what she did not want. There is another trick that I played on her at this time.

Ever so lightly I pulled off the knot of the underskirt while I was holding her at her waist.After sometime, she called, “Pull me down, this corner is done”. I looked up and said, “Oh well done”, and I dropped her down from my hands. She was in for a rude shock, when she felt her underskirt drop down haplessly and forming a circle around her nude legs. She immediately bent down to pick up her underskirt but found my foot stepped on it. She said, “Take off your foot, and let me wear my underskirt back”. I said calmly, “Bhavna your underskirt is loose, that is why it dropped down. What if it opens up again and obstructs you in cleaning up. It could even hurt you if you topple on it” Bhavna said, “No no, it is not loose, you would have done something, please give my underskirt back”. I explained, “Bhavna, what would I do, it fell down because it was loose. You are lucky that it did not get stuck in your foot”. After some pursuance I managed to convince her again and she agreed to work without her underskirt.

She was now feeling more shy than ever in front of me and wanted the dilemma to just get over. I had other thoughts on my mind, I was thinking of ways to shed the rest of her clothes. She was back to dusting the shelf. I was admiring her nubile body, at the same time impressed by her choice of clothes. She was wearing a white thong with lacy borders and little red hearts painted all over it. She did have a choice for patterns, must say. Then suddenly, my eyes fell on the rubber lizard lying on the shelf, which made little movements because of the battery inside it. My mind started running again. I picked up the lizard in my hand. While Bhavna was still at the shelf, I quietly dropped the toy lizard from the back such that it went right inside her blouse. Bhavna was startled at something falling on her and let out a sharp scream. The lizard made slight movements inside her blouse which made her feel that a live lizard had gone inside. She started to scream, feeling uneasy about it. I acted quickly and without asking for her permission, started opening the hooks of her blouse. She thought of stopping me but the uneasiness of lizard let her allow me to open her blouse. I opened her blouse quickly and removed it. I made sure that I grabbed the toy immediately after I opened the blouse, so that she does not come to know of the bluff. I told her to remove her blouse completely, as lizard could still be inside. She did as I asked her to do and there was my angel in just 2 piece attire. She was wearing a matching brassiere of white color with similar red hearts all over it. She definitely knew how to look sexy. Bhavna was still trying to recover from what had happened, when I played dirty yet again. I asked her, “

Bhavna, the lizard could have bitten you anywhere inside, it could be dangerous, we need to check for the bites.” Bhavna said, “You are right, it could have”, feeling that I was genuinely concerned. I stepped forward to unhook her bra, when she covered her modesty with her hands. “Zubin, I will go and check in the bathroom, not here”. I said, looking concerned, “Come on Bhavna, it could be poisonous, we need to act quickly, there is nothing to fee shy about it”. Bhavna was unwillingly convinced and allowed me to unhook her bra. She folded her hands around her boobs as I snapped at her bra hook at the back and opened up her bra. I ran my hand on her smooth back on the pretext of checking for a lizard bite. Oh, what a feeling it was!!! She felt my hand on her bare skin and got nervous on my touch. I then took the bold step of removing her bra straps and coming to the front. She was pleading with her eyes, not to uncover her completely. I looked into her eyes and assured, “

I know my limits well but we need to check for your safety”. And I proceeded to drop off her bra from her boobs. And what lay beneath was a sight to behold. Two milky globes, almost spherical in shape and spotless, with brown nipples in the middle of them, making them look glorious. They were just big enough to provoke you and small enough to not need a bra support. They did not sag even one bit and looked awesome in the fairest of complexions. As I moved my fingers over them as an act of inspection, Bhavna closed her eyes out of shyness and shame. Her most private part had been exposed to a male, and that too a near stranger.I kept moving my hands on her boobs, enjoying her creamy boobs and she kept her eyes closed all the while. I moved my hand on every part of her boobs, without any resistance from her. I even flicked her nipples twice, which caused them to get aroused and gain some tautness. I loved paying with them to the delight of my heart.

Bhavna, on the other hand, had been topless in front of a male for the first time in her life. My touch was arousing her as well as making her feel shy at the same time. She did not know how to react to the situation. I took advantage of her helplessness and moved my finger downwards as a continuation of my act of inspection. She took it as an effort on my part to help her and did not object. She let me explore her bare waist and even her sexy belly button. She almost jumped when I inserted my finger inside her navel;) She was innocently letting me examine for any bites on her body. It was then I decided to plunge further downwards and slipped my hand inside her panty to touch her forbidden triangle. She could not believe she had it. She opened her eyes in utter shock and disbelief. She came to realize that she had been masterfully fooled by a guy 2 years younger to her and she had fallen prey to his tricks. He had taken her for a ride and reduced her to a state of no clothes without ever forcing himself upon her. But I think it was too late for her, her most intimate body part lay at the mercy of my hands now. She had kept her pussy clean shaven, which was a strong turn on for me. I was now moving my hand expertly at her pussy to seduce her. She raised her voice meekly “Stop it Zubin, you cheated on me”. I had reached a point of no return by now and continued moving my hand over her pussy lips. She tried to retreat but was held back by my other hand which had gone around her waist. She said once again “Leave me Zubin, don’t go any further”, not really meaning it though. She had by now surrendered to my erotic touch on her sacred triangle. I could sense her going weak in the knees now and her body was shivering. I decided that it was time for the final act. So I dropped the panty down with my hands, exposing her completely in front of me. My angel was stark nude without a piece of cloth on her and was craving for my touch. I lifted her in my arms and placed her on my bed. I looked at her from top to bottom once to admire before I was going to feast on her marvelous structure. Bhavna had closed her eyes by now and turned her face to a side. She was not in control of her emotions now; she just wanted things to happen as they were happening. I started planting kiss everywhere on her nubile body, not leaving any part unattended.

Bhavna also started responding to my touch in a few seconds and we both were lost into each other. She inadvertently opened up her legs to feel my masculinity. Her desire to be a woman in front of a man overrode all other thoughts and she let herself experience the “other sex” in full bloom. It was the first time Bhavna had felt an external object inside her and the experience was enthralling for her. Both of us got lost into each other and fell asleep in each other’s arms. Bhavna woke up after an hour with me lying over her and my organ still inside her. She felt uneasy being nude in the arms of her friend’s brother. She woke me up as well and asked me to step aside. I moved aside and we both saw the stains of lust on the bed sheet. She rushed to the washroom to clean herself up and I followed her. She tried to close the door but I forced my way inside. Inside the washroom, I placed my palms around Bhavna’s cheeks. She said angrily, “Leave me alone, you tricked me, and I got fooled thinking that you were honest”. A drop of tear flowed from her eyes as she said so. I wiped off the tear and said, “Bhavna, I am sorry for playing foul but I was always honestly passionate about whatever transpired between us, and so were you”. This gave her some solace. I continued, Bhavna, you are the most feminine thing I have ever come across in my life”. This compliment made her blush and brought a smile on her face and she embraced me tightly. We almost crushed into each other.

We got dressed up after we cleaned each other. We met several times after that and enjoyed with each other whenever we got some privacy. Her words echo in my ears till date, “I would always hate you for the way you trapped me but I would always love you for the way you seduced me”.