I had just settled into my new flat in Ahmedabad after landing that software job, still shy about the big-city vibe despite my toned physique and handsome features that turned heads. The first time I spotted Pummy, my next-door neighbor, she was striding down the lane in skin-tight gym leggings that hugged every curve of her full ass and a cropped t-shirt leaving her midriff bare. I froze, mesmerized, and she caught me staring—yet instead of looking away, she held my gaze with a sly smirk before vanishing around the corner.
For months, our encounters became a slow-burning game of eye contact. I'd nod politely on the stairs, and she'd reply with a witty quip like, "Eyes up here, neighbor, or is my ass the only view worth your commute?" Her confidence was magnetic; she never shied from proximity, brushing past me in the lift with a laugh that left me aching. I remained the shy one, but her bold stares fueled my fantasies, building tension like monsoon clouds over the Sabarmati.
One humid morning, her scooter sputtered dead just as she rushed for exams. Her father and brother were away, and she spotted me on my day off. "Rahul, right? My ride's kaput and I'm late—think your car can save a damsel who doesn't need saving?" she called, hands on hips, ass accentuated in her usual leggings. Impressed by my flat's respectable setup from prior chats, she agreed after I offered to wait at her college.
The drive was electric with dialogue. "So, the quiet guy finally speaks," she teased, adjusting her seat. "Don't think I haven't noticed those lingering looks. What's the story—my ass got you hooked?" I chuckled nervously, "Guilty, but your wit keeps me coming back. Exams stressing you?" She shot back, "Stress? Nah, but your company might distract me nicely." The air thickened with unspoken heat as we arrived.
After her exam, she aced it and her parents invited me to dinner as thanks. That evening, Pummy appeared in even tighter gym-style leggings that sculpted her big ass perfectly, paired with a low neckline. During the meal, she never missed a chance to lean close, whispering, "Caught you staring again—hungry for more than the food?" Her parents chatted obliviously while her foot brushed mine under the table.
Post-dinner, she walked me to my flat under the pretext of returning a book. Inside, the door clicked shut and months of tension exploded. She pushed me against the wall, strong hands roaming my chest. "No more games, shy boy—I've been wet thinking about this," she purred, her voice husky. I felt my cock harden instantly as she ground her ass against me.
We tore at clothes, her leggings peeling down to reveal smooth skin. She dropped to her knees for a teasing blowjob, lips wrapping my hard cock while I groaned, "Pummy, your mouth is magic." She looked up wickedly, "Told you my ass wasn't the only asset." Panting, I lifted her onto the counter, fingers finding her dripping pussy, making her moan and buck.
She mounted me on the couch, riding with fierce rhythm, her ass slapping against my thighs. "Fuck, you're so wet and tight," I gasped as she clenched around my cock. Sweat beaded on our bodies; she came first, crying out, then milked me until I exploded, cum spilling hot inside her. We collapsed, horny aftershocks rippling, her strong frame pinning me with a grin.
As she dressed, leaving me spent and sweating, she winked, "Dinner was nice, but this? Round two awaits when the parents are gone for good."
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