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BELA'S PRE-MARITAL PAST

The story of her past might again seem too tame and anti-climatic to some of you, but if you consider the town she grew up in, and how conservative her parents were, it is somewhat of a big deal.

Right from her c***dhood, Bela was known to be a very attractive girl. Her parents were very old-fashioned, conservative and obviously protective. So when their cute and pretty little daughter hit puberty and started blossoming into an undeniably gorgeous young woman, their protective instincts were heightened. Her mother and father started keeping a very strict and watchful eye over her.

They escorted her to and from school personally. She had already been put in an all-girls school. So there was no question of boys in school hitting on her. But her parents also made sure she didn't get friendly with any boys in her neighborhood. And of course, her mother kept brainwashing her about staying away from guys, saying girls from "good families" do not have affairs or boyfriends. Girls from "good families" are supposed to save themselves for their husbands.

Although Bela did well in school and could have gone to a better college, her father insisted on sending her to an all-girls college run by the local nuns. He said that as it is, they would get her married after college, so what was the point of going to a fancy college? At least by sending her to an all-girls college, they knew she would stay "pure".

All this might seem very draconian to you, as it did to me, but Bela insists that growing up, she never felt bitter or caged. Most of her female friends had been brought up in families like that too, and in their town, girls who had "boyfriends" were considered characterless sluts. So Bela was convinced she was doing the right thing by obeying her parents. A few times that guys would approach her, like at the movies or in the market, she spurned their advances. She dreamed about the time she would get married to her ideal guy (chosen by her parents) which would happen soon.

So by the time Bela finished college and got her bachelor's degree, she was 21 years old, extremely pretty, but had never as much as held hands with a boy, much less kiss or do anything more. Her parents might as well have fitted her for a chastity belt and it would not have made a difference. She also dressed more or less conservatively, with even the jeans and trousers she wore being of loose fitting.

After college, her mom started "training" her to become a suitable bride for some nice guy, by teaching her how to cook different things, do housework, laundry, dishes and so on. Her parents also started hunting for suitable grooms, and a couple of contenders even came to their house to "see" her, but things didn't work out for a variety of reasons. Bela's father thought the guys were either not qualified enough, or rich enough, or good looking enough, or then their horoscopes weren't perfect enough. He had brought up his pretty daughter to be a perfect catch and he'd be damned if he got her married to anyone but the perfect guy.

A few months later, her grandfather who lived in the village passed away, so her grandmother came to live with them. Their house wasn't too big. Her parents' room, her room, a kitchen, a dining room, a big living room and a couple of bathrooms on the ground floor. And on the roof was a small room (called a barsati in India) that served to accommodate guests when they came over.

The grandmother however was old and had dodgy knees, so could not live in the barsati. So it was decided that grandmother would stay in Bela's room and Bela would shift to the barsati. As it is, her father remarked, Bela would not living with them for too long. So Bela moved her stuff to the barsati and started sleeping there. During the day she would be busy with her "training" anyway, so the only use of that barsati was for sleeping.

And so it continued for a few weeks. Her father kept trying to find the perfect groom, and her mother kept training her in the ways of an ideal housewife. Then came that fateful night. They had some guests over, and by the time they left, and she finished helping her mother clean up the kitchen, it was past midnight. Exhausted, Bela went up to her room, and started changing into her night clothes.

At this point, a description of the surroundings might be useful. Bela's house shared a common wall with another house, that of their neighbors. The neighbors didn't have a room on their roof. They were an old retired couple whose k**s had moved to bigger cities, and the only other person living with them was their servant-cook Chandan. Chandan was about forty years old and had been with the family for many years. Bela and her family also knew Chandan and the guy had literally seen Bela growing up.

That night, when an exhausted Bela forgot to close the window, a window that faced the roof of the other house, she did not realize right away that Chandan was standing on the other side of the wall separating the two roofs, smoking. There were no lights on their roof, and when she walked to her room, she did not notice him, although he noticed her.

Bela took off her salwar and her kameez, and clad in her bra and panties, turned around and walked to her cupboard to get her night clothes. The cupboard was next to the window and that's when she realized to her horror that someone was standing on the neighbor's roof, looking at her. Instinctively, she darted behind the cupboard door to hide her semi-exposed body. Then she slowly poked her head out and saw Chandan standing there, cigarette in his mouth, staring at her.

Bela immediately put on her pyjamas, closed the window, turned the lights off and went to sleep. But she could not sleep. Her mind was very chaotic. There was an overwhelming sense of shame and guilt at having left the window open and let a man see her in just her underwear. But there was also an undeniable sense of excitement. She felt very strangely aroused by the thought that for the first time, a man had seen her like that.

It took a couple of hours before Bela went to bed. The next morning she thought of telling her mother what had happened. But she decided against it. She was sure her mother would yell at her for being careless enough to leave the window open. It wasn't Chandan's fault that he happened to be on the roof. He had a right to be on the roof. So Bela decided to keep mum and just be careful in the future.

The next night when she went up to her room, she saw Chandan was standing in the roof. Not only was he on the roof, he was right next to the wall separating the two roofs and facing the window of her room. She saw him and instantly turned her gaze downwards.

"Namaste memsaab." Chandan said, greeting her.

"Namaste." she curtly said, went inside her room and closed the door.

She then went to the window to close it, and saw Chandan standing there, smiling at her suggestively. She ignored him, closed the window, changed and tried to sleep.

After that every night for a couple of weeks, when she went up to her room, Chandan would be standing on the other roof. he would greet her, she'd reciprocate, close the door and the window, and go to sleep. But with each passing night, what had happened initially kept playing on her mind. She knew that he had enjoyed the show, and he was standing there hoping that she would repeat her mistake. She considered telling her mother but again decided against it.

Finally one night, after the whole routine had repeated itself - Chandan on the roof, she goes in the room, closes the door and the window, lies down on the bed, a thought struck Bela. She wondered, how long does he lounge around? So after about half an hour, she got up, softly walked to the window, opened it very slightly and peeked out. What she saw, disgusted and intrigued her.

Chandan was lying down on the short wall separating the two roofs. His pyjamas were undone, and his dick, erect, was out, and in his hand. And he was running his hands up and down the dick, with his eyes closed. Bela did not realize it right away, but Chandan was masturbating!

Bela knew about the birds and the bees and what went where, based on what her mom and some girlfriends had told her. But she did not know too much in detail, and she certainly did not know how exactly men masturbate. So she did not know what exactly Chandan was doing. All she knew was that his dick was out, and he was playing with it. And she did not realize it, but he was probably thinking of the time he saw her in her underwear while he was masturbating.

Bela was mesmerized by his erect dick. She had never actually seen one in person. Even the movies some of her girlfriends had shown her were softcore. So Bela's visualization of an erect penis for the first time had a big impact on her. And she could not help but watch spellbound.

After a couple of minutes, Chandan started cumming. She watched in amazement as his semen spurted out of his dick and sprayed all over his body and the wall. She opened the window a little more to get a better view of what was happening. That is when Chandan opened his eyes and sat up. Immediately, he realized that the window of Bela's room was open. When Bela saw Chandan look in her direction, she immediately closed the window, confirming his suspicions that the window hadn't just happened to open but that she had been watching.

A few minutes later, Bela heard a soft knock on the door. She knew who it was. It had to be Chandan. He must have jumped over the short wall, and come over to their side of the roof. But just to make sure it wasn't someone from her family, she asked,

"Who is it?"

"It is me, memsaab, Chandan." came the low voice from the other end.

"Go away. I am sleeping." she said, pulled her blanket over her face and closed her eyes.

Chandan knocked for a few more minutes. Then the knocking stopped. And Bela fell asleep after a while.

The next night when Bela went up, she was dreading seeing Chandan again. But to her relief, he wasn't around. She went into her room, changed and lay down on the bed. But she couldn't sleep. All day she had been replaying in her head what she had seen Chandan do. Thinking about his erect dick made her feel funny "down there". She knew it was wrong, but she could not help thinking about it on a loop.

After an hour of tossing and turning, she got up to drink water. Then, as if on some sort of a hunch, she went to the window and opened it. She almost yelled in horror when she opened the window and saw Chandan standing right in front of it, a couple of feet away.

"Namaste, memsaab." he said with an evil smile. "Did you miss me? Sorry, I was busy downstairs."

Bela immediately slammed the window shut and went back to the bed, terrified. Now he started knocking on the window.

"Come on, memsaab." he said. "I can understand if you don't want to open the door. But at least open the window. It has bars, so I can't do anything to you even if I wanted, which I don't want."

She said nothing and just sat there cowering.

"Open it, memsaab, or else I will have to tell your parents how you spied on me during my.....private time." he said.

That turned Bela's fear into anger. She got up, opened the window, and said to him,

"What??? I spied on you? You were the one spying on me when I was changing. I have half a mind to go down and tell my parents about you. They will speak to your employers and you will be fired."

"Ok, ok, memsaab." Chandan said, taking a couple of steps back in deference, "listen, how does it matter who spied on whom? Why tell anyone? Your parents will come to know, my employers will come to know, then everyone in the neighborhood and the town will come to know. No good will come out of it. I will lose my job and you know about you..."

"What about me?" Bela said, breathing fire.

"Well, what will people say...about a young woman from a nice family getting involved with some old servant. How will your parents find a nice groom for you?" he said.

"Me getting involved? I have done nothing wrong!" Bela shot back.

"Yes, I know that and you know that. But you know how people in this town love spreading rumors." Chandan said.

Bela quietened down and thought about it. She was too naive to realize that Chandan was just bluffing. If it came down to his word against her, she had such a squeaky clean reputation that no one would believe him. In fact everyone in the neighborhood would probably beat up Chandan for spying on a nice girl like Bela. But Bela did not realize it then.

"Okay fine, I won't tell anyone." she said reluctantly.

"I also promise I won't tell anyone." Chandan said.

Bela started closing the window when he stepped forward and grabbed it to stop her.

"Wait, one more thing." he said.

"Now what?" Bela asked, annoyed.

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"Did you like it?" Chandan asked with a wry smile.

"Did I like what?" Bela asked.

"You know, my...dick" he said, using the hindi slang, of course, not english.

"Eww... don't use such crude words." Bela said, blushing.

"Hehe, ok, did you like my thing?" Chandan asked, laughing.

"What's there to like or dislike? It's just a body part all men have." Bela said, hiding her true emotions. Yes, she told me, she had liked looking at it. It was the first dick she had ever seen after all.

"Yes, but you are a nice girl who has never seen it before, right? Everyone knows what a goody two shoes you are." Chandan continued.

Bela said nothing, just blushed some more.

"Have you ever had a boyfriend?" Chandan asked.

"No, of course not!" Bela said emphatically.

"Hmm, so you have never seen a man's dick... I mean thing." he corrected himself when he saw Bela make a face. "And you are going to get married soon, aren't you?"

"Yes." she said.

"Aren't you the least bit curious how your husband's thing will look like down there? On your wedding night? Won't you feel clueless?" Chandan asked.

"We shouldn't be talking about such things." Bela said, unsure of what to say.

"Okay, just answer my question. Did you feel nice and excited looking at my erect thing?" Chandan pressed on.

"You should go now." Bela said with some finality in her voice.

Chandan just looked at her and smiled. He took his hand off the window, and said to her,

"Okay, you are feeling shy. I understand. So here's what I am going to do. I am going to take my thing out again..."

"No! Please don't!" Bela said in an alarmed voice.

"Listen. I am just taking it out." Chandan said "You don't have to look at it. Close the window if you like. I'll go away. I'm just trying to help you become a good wife for your husband."

With that he started untying the knot on his pyjama. Bela immediately pulled the window and closed it shut. She bolted it and stepped back in horror. What a perverted old man, she thought to herself, wanting to show me his thing. She felt disgusted. But she also felt a little curious. Chandan was right. She had never seen a penis, and often got nervous thinking about her wedding night. What if she froze with shock when her husband got naked, and she could not do anything? What if he thought she was too immature and ignorant about sex? What if he started cheating on her?

All these thoughts started running through her mind as she stared at the closed window. And a small voice in her said, what's the harm in just looking? At least it will take the fear of unknown out of her heart. Maybe she should open the window and look, she thought to herself. Chances are that he must have already left. In fact, she should probably open the window to make sure he has left, she told herself.

It had been barely a minute since Bela closed the window, but to her it felt like an hour as thoughts cascaded through her mind. Finally she convinced herself that she should open the window just to make sure Chandan had left. And she stepped forward and opened the window.

Sure enough, Chandan was still standing there. His pyjamas were dropped and around his knees with his loose striped underwear. And sure enough, his dick was hanging out. Bela looked at it spellbound, now even closer than when she had previously seen it. It looked fascinating to her. It was fully erect, tilted slightly upwards, veins throbbing. Below it, she saw his hairy testicles handing from his body like two oranges.

As she stared at it, it seemed to be getting bigger and more erect. In a few seconds, it seemed like it was coming towards her. That's when she realized, Chandan was slowly advancing closer to the window. She felt like looking up at his face, and telling him to stop walking towards her. But she could not take her eyes off his dick. Finally the dick was almost touching the window sill. It was inches away from her hands, which she realized were gripping the window bars very tight.

"You can touch it if you like." said Chandan in a very kind and gentle voice, as if telling some c***d to help himself to ice cream.

Bela shook her head furiously, her eyes still riveted on his erect and throbbing dick.

"Go on, you know you want to. I won't tell anyone." Chandan said, and then she felt his rough callused hand on her fingers which were still wrapped around the bar.

He tried to pry her fingers loose. Bela resisted at first, but then her curiosity and instincts got better of her and she loosened her grip. Chandan took her dainty little hand into his strong thick hand and guided it towards his dick slowly. Bela was dreading and anticipating touching him in equal measure. To her mind, it seemed like her hand had been moving for days, until it finally came to a stop just half an inch away from the bulbous foreskin-covered head of his dick.

At that point, Chandan let go of her hand, and it was just suspended there in mid-air. If Bela wanted, she could have withdrawn it back. But she didn't. She just kept it right there, unsure of what she wanted. Then Chandan swung his dick, up and down a couple of times, as if teasing her. Bela watched transfixed as the small eye-shaped hole at the tip of his dick moved up and down, up and down, as if inviting her.

Finally, Bela's insticts got the better of her and she reached out and touched it. Chandan stopped swinging his dick and stood still. Bela ran her fingertips up and down his shaft very gradually, caressing it. The touch felt very alien to her finger. No part of her own body felt quite like that. Smooth and yet rock-hard. She kept running her fingertips up and down his shaft for a while more. It felt to her like hours, she said, but must not have been more than a minute.

That's when Chandan's hand approached her hand again. He grabbed it by the back of the palm, pressed her fingers together and then placed her palm on his dick. Bela noted how weird it felt against her palm. Then Chandan gradually pressed her fingers and palm until her hand was wrapped around his dick. Instinctively she tightened her grip and his shaft was now in her hand. She was reminded of the way she used to hold the grip of a badminton racket.

"It feels like.." she started sharing the similarity of he feel, and turned her gaze upwards to look at Chandan's face, and then stopped mid-sentence as she saw the look on his face.

The unfamiliar look scared her. His eyes were opened wide, his tongue was hanging out, and the expression on his face was very "a****l-like". He was also breathing heavily. Suddenly, reality caught up with Bela. A chill ran up her spine as she realized what was happening. What was in her hand? Surely not her neighbor's servant's dick? It all started seeming like a nightmare. She looked down and saw her dainty white hand wrapped around his thick dark dick. The contrast deepened the chill in her spine and she immediately let go of it and pulled her hand back inside the window.

Breathing heavily herself, and breaking out into a cold sweat, she looked at Chandan's face. He still wore that hungry expression. Without a word, she pulled the window shut, bolted it, ran to her bed, and lay down on it, covering her head with a blanket. She started crying softly, aghast and guilty at what she had let herself do. As she cried, she heard Chandan knocking softly on the window, but she ignored it. He knocked softly for a few minutes and then the knocks stopped. Bela, still crying, shut her eyes tightly, praying that he had left, and started chanting some religious hymns to "clean her head".

The next morning, Bela was woken up by her mother knocking hard on the door.

"Bela, get up. Bela! Bela!" her mother's voice said loudly.

Bela woke up with a start and sat up, unsure of where she was. Her brain registered her mother's voice and knocking. And suddenly, memories of the previous night came flooding back. Was it a dream... a nightmare, she wondered. Or had it really happened. Her mother's shouting and knocking got even more frantic and as it did, Bela felt a pit in her stomach.

Surely, it had happened and Chandan had told everyone, and her mother was coming to yell at her. She would berate Bela for besmirching the family's honor, and no one would ever marry her.

"BELAAA!!" her mom finally yelled loudly, snapping Bela out of her nervous reverie.

"Coming!" Bela shouted back, ran to the door and opened it. Her mom walked in, and Bela waited for the inevitable scolding, but it never came.

"What's the matter with you, Bela? It's 11 am already, and you were still fast asleep?" her mom said.

"Yes, I.. I don't know..." Bela mumbled.

Her mom came close to Bela and checked her forehead,

"You're not falling sick or anything, right?" she asked worriedly "Doesn't feel warm. Anyway, come on down stairs and help me in the kitchen."

That whole day, Bela was on pins and needles. She was still not positive if she had actually touched Chandan's dick or if it was an elaborate dream. If it was true, he would tell others and the hammer was bound to fall. She kept expecting a call to come any moment. but it never came. The day went by without any incident.

That night, Bela made some excuse about her ankle hurting and not wanting to climb the stairs to the roof. She slept on the living room couch that night. And for the next two nights, until the ankle excuse began to wear thing and her mom insisted that she should at least try climbing the stairs to the barsati.

That night, Bela slept on her bed in dread, expecting Chandan to come knocking any minute. But he did not come. Neither did he come the next day, or the next, and finally a week passed with her sleeping in the barsati without as much as seeing Chandan around. Bela now started thinking seriously that the whole Chandan episode had been a dream. She never saw him masturbating, and he never exposed his dick to her, and she never touched it. She was convinced that the only thing that actually happened was him accidentally watching her change. And after that, her fertile and lonely mind had concocted the whole thing.

By now fully confident that the events she dreaded had been in her imagination, Bela did not really think twice when her mother asked her to take a bowl of a special dessert to the neighbors. The very neighbors for whom Chandan worked. With a spring in her step, she walked over to the next house and rang the doorbell.

The door was opened by Chandan, who saw her and smiled. She examined the smile. It was an innocent polite smile, and not a lecherous one. Yes, it was all a big dream, she decided.

"Yes, memsaab?" he asked politely.

"Mom had sent this for uncle and aunty. She knows uncle likes it a lot." Bela said.

"Oh sure, please come in, they're in the bedroom."

Bela followed Chandan through a longish corridor and two rooms. Whenever she was in this house, she always noted how much bigger it was than her own. Finally, Chandan stopped in front of a closed door and knocked.

"Saab." he said

"Yes?" Uncle's voice came.

"Bela memsaab from next door is here."

"Oh great, bring her in." came the voice.

Chandan accompanied Bela inside, and then left. Uncle and aunty were both in bed, with blankets covering them. Both of them were down with some fever, she learned. In general, they did not keep too well. Bela sat there, handed over the dessert, and talked to uncle and aunty for about 10-15 minutes about this and that. Finally she said her goodbyes and started to leave.

She walked out the room, and then was walking through the long corridor, when she felt a hand grab her and yank her inside an empty room. Bela started to scream, but she felt another hand land on her mouth strongly and it muffled her cries. With terror-stricken eyes, she watched Chandan bolt the door behind her, even as he kept one hand on her mouth. Bela started rapidly waving her hands to hit him, but he immediately wrapped the other hand around her and pushed her to the wall.

Chandan's bulky fully physique pressed her against the wall, making any movement of her hands or feet impossible. His hand was still on her mouth.

"Listen. Don't be alarmed. I am not going to do anything. I just want to talk." he said.

Bela kept trying to scream.

"If you scream, then people will hear, come over, and it's your reputation that'll get spoilt." he said.

Once again, naive Bela agreed and stopped making any noises.

"Good, I am going to take my hand off your mouth now. Only if you promise not to scream. Okay?" he asked and Bela nodded her head in agreement.

Chandan let go of her hand. But his body was still fully pressed against her.

"Have you gone mad?" Bela said in a whisper.

"No need to whisper." Chandan smiled, now lecherously. "Those old people are many rooms away and are hard of hearing anyway."

"Okay, have you gone insane? What do you think you are doing?" Bela said trying to sound authoritative, and reminding herself that this man was after all just a servant.

"You have driven me insane, memsaab." Chandan said, grinding his body against her even more. Bela felt his chest rub against her breasts. He continued, "You ask to see my dick, ask to touch it, enjoy touching it and then suddenly disappear?"

"You liar!" Bela shot back "I did not ask to see or touch your.....thing. You forced me to. And get off, you're suffocating me."

"Hah!" Chandan said triumphantly "You denied asking to see it or touch it, but you did not deny that you enjoyed touching it. So you did enjoy it."

"What nonsense." Bela said, "I said get off me or I will scream, I don't care what happens next."

Chandan took that threat seriously and backed away a few feet. Bela started to adjust her salwar kameez which had been crumpled by Chandan's manhandling.

"You are so stupid." Chandan said, folding his hands.

"What???" Bela said, almost yelling. "I am stupid? Why am I stupid?"

"Because you are lying to yourself. You know you liked whatever happened that night. Yet you just ran away. I kept knocking that night, but you didn't answer. And then you stopped sleeping on the roof altogether." Chandan said.

"Only for a couple of days. I am sleeping there again now." Bela said and bit her tongue. What on earth had made her say that, she wondered.

"Oh, is it? My mistake, then. I came up for a few days and the room was locked and dark, so I thought you got scared. But it turns out you have been waiting for me every night?" Chandan said laughing.

"Don't be insane. I am not waiting for anything or anyone. And now I have to go." Bela said.

"So should I come over tonight?" Chandan asked.

"No! No no!" Bela said, "I beg you, please stop bothering me."

"Bela memsaab!" Chandan said, feigning surprise, "I am hurt! You think I am bothering you? I never had a knife to your throat or a gun to your head, did I? You were a willing participant. And you just said you enjoyed playing with my dick."

"I never said that!" Bela protested.

"Ah, again, you deny saying it, but you don't deny it being true." Chandan said with aplomb.

Bela sighed and slapped her forehead with her palm. This man was impossible! Why won't he stop with these word games and mind games, she wondered.

"Listen, Chandan. I am going. I am sorry if I did something to lead you on. But this must stop now. I am a decent girl from a good family. Please stop this." Bela said.

Chandan said nothing. Just stared at her intently.

"I am going now." Bela said and started walking towards the door.

"WAIT!" Chandan said in a voice so commanding that Bela found herself stopping even against her wishes. He continued,

"You think I am bothering you. You are the one who has been teasing me. I am just a simple unmarried servant. I have never done or said anything inappropriate to you for all these years. It was you who first teased me by getting half-naked with the window open even when you saw me standing there."

"I did not.." Bela started to protest but Chandan raised his palm and she stopped.

"Even after that, you're the one who spied on me. And after that too, you willingly...." Chandan said and stopped. He continued in a very sad voice "Do you feel happy about teasing a poor old servant like this? Is that what you are doing?"

"No, Chandan, come on, please." Bela said, suddenly feeling sorry for Chandan and looking at things his way.

"I had a pretty wife too, you know. She died from tuberculosis." Chandan said, now tears streaming down his eyes, much to Bela's horror. "But I never remarried, because I could not forget her. I have not been with a woman in 20 years. You think that's easy?"

Bela stayed silent, unsure of what to say. She had never seen a grown man cry in front of her. And she was too naive to realize that all this had probably been a big performance from Chandan. She did not understand that he was manipulating her. Making her feel guilty and sorry for him.

"You want to go?" Chandan said, wiping his tears, "Then go. That's what women like you do. I always thought you were a nice person. Never realized what an evil shrew you are."

"I am....I am sorry Chandan." Bela said. "I am not a bad person. Please. I did not mean for any of this to happen."

"Yeah, sure you didn't" Chandan said scornfully.

"I am serious. Let me make it up to you. I have.... I have some money saved over. About 500 rupees. I'll give it to you. Buy something for yourself." Bela said, unsure of what else to say.

"What?" Chandan looked at her with more hurt in her eyes, "Once more you have shown me what my true worth is. You think money can solve everything? You think I am some sort of a slave for sale?"

"No!" Bela said, horrified that her gesture had been misconstrued, "I just wanted to make it up to you. Please..." and she trailed off unsure of what to say.

Chandan stayed silent and so did she. The silence continued for a few minutes, and Bela started wondering if she should leave. Just as she was about to turn and go, Chandan said,

"If you really want to make it up to me, there is a way..."

"Yes, how?" Bela asked.

"well, I have never been with a woman in the last 20 years and I was thinking..." Chandan said.

"What!! Chandan!! How dare you??" Bela yelled, without worrying that uncle and aunty might have heard it. They hadn't.

"No, no, you misunderstand. I am not asking to sleep with you!" Chandan said, getting up and shaking his palms in front of him.

"Ok." Bela said, mollified.

"Come on, memsaab. I am not stupid. You are a virgin, who should stay a virgin until her wedding night, as our traditions dictate. And even if you were not to stay virgin, I know I am just a measly servant. So please, that's not what I meant." he said.

"Ok, then what?" Bela asked.

"Well.... like I was saying, I have never been with a woman in 20 years. Never even seen a woman naked in that long, forget someone as beautiful as you. My request to you was...." Chandan said and paused, "...could you...some time...not now, any time..... just let me see you topless for a few seconds?"

"What?????" Bela said, her voice rising again.

"Please listen. I am not asking for anything much. Just once. Just give me a glimpse of your bare breasts for a few seconds. You can be in your room. I will be on the roof on this side. You just keep the window open, give me a glimpse, and that's it. You have no idea how much it will mean to me." Chandan said.

Bela stared at him, unable to believe what he was saying.

"After all, you have seen my dick and even touched it. So in a way, you sort of owe me something like that in return. No no, I am not demanding it" he said as Bela started to open her mouth to protest, "it is just a request. Totally up to you. You said you wanted to make it up to me. This is a very easy way. For a few seconds. From 20 feet away. And I will cherish that memory forever."

"Chandan, I can't do that." Bela finally said.

"Ok, I understand." Chandan said, his shoulders slumping. "Anyway, you should probably go or your mother will get worried."

He walked to the door, opened it and held it for Bela to walk out. She walked out, feeling very dazed and confused. Chandan didn't say a word, just walked a few feet behind her to the front door and closed it when she left. ----

Bela spent the rest of the day very distracted, almost like a zombie. She kept replaying in her head the conversation she had with Chandan. And she started questioning her own actions. Had she really teased him and led him on, knowingly or unknowingly? Was it really more her fault than his? It wasn't all her fault, she reasoned. She might have made a couple of mistakes, but he had forced a lot of things on her. Or had he? She couldn't recall him quite coercing her. Maybe nudging her.

And even if he had, was it her fault too? He was right. He was just a single old servant. If she had been careless enough to expose her semi-nude body to him, wasn't it natural of him to push things further? Maybe she should just do what he wanted. Give him a small glimpse of her breasts and end the matter there. It had all started with her flashing him through the window, and maybe that's the way the whole matter should end.

But no! How could she just let a common servant see her topless? She, who never even wore tight or revealing clothes for fear of appearing cheap or slutty. How could she flash him? No, there was no way she could do it, she reasoned.

The next few nights were like a game to see who blinked first. Every night when she went up to her room, Chandan would be standing on the other roof, right in front of her window. She would enter the room, get her clothes from the cupboard, then go to the window and close it.

Every night, their eyes met. Chandan wore a pleading and plaintive expression on his face, silently begging her to just flash him. She would look back at him without any emotion on her face for a few seconds, close the window and then change. Chandan didn't push her at all. He did not cross over to this side and knock on the door or window. Nor did he ever try to flash her.

Chandan's restrained and even decent behavior actually started creating a dilemma for Bela. If he had been acting sleazily or pushily, it would have been easier to justify turning down his demands. But here, he was just standing there and waiting. And pleading. With puppy-like eyes. With each passing day, Bela started thinking more and more about actually doing it. All that thinking would always end with a resounding "No, I can't!". But the amount of time she spent agonizing over it did keep growing.

And then coincidentally, the TV schedule played its part too. Once she was watching TV and the Hollywood movie American Beauty came on. And she watched spellbound the scene where Thora Birch gets topless for her neighbor. It was the TV version, so obviously Birch's boobs weren't shown on screen, but it was clear what was happening. The scene started playing in her mind long after the movie ended.

Sometimes she would imagine herself in the place of Thora Birch. And Chandan in the place of the boy next door. Then she started imagining and fantasizing it all happening on her roof. And it started making her wet between the legs. Now she would spend hours daydreaming about flashing herself to Chandan. In her mind, she was clear that she would never actually go through with it, and that she was just indulging in idle fantasies. But with each fantasy, her resolve was being chipped away. And of course, each night Chandan would be there, passively adding to the pressure.

Bela isn't sure when she exactly decided to go through with it. She doesn't even remember if she consciously made the decision to do it, or just got caught up in the moment. She suspects that maybe she happened to be fantasizing about it right when she was changing, and her mind forgot the difference between fantasy and reality. Or maybe, like I suggested to her, she wanted to do it, but after the fact, her mind had created these justifications to help her cope with guilt.

We'll never know exactly how Bela got around to doing it. What we do know is, she did go through with it.

That night started like all others, Chandan standing on the other roof, in front of the window, about 20 feet away. Bela went to the window and stared at him. Only this time, she did not close the window. She kept staring at Chandan for a few more minutes, and possibly fantasizing about doing it. She was wearing a sari that night.

Her right hand moved, as if by itself, and pulled her pallu (the end of the sari) over the shoulder and let it drop to the floor. There she was now, in only her blouse, her cleavage and stomach exposed to Chandan. Chandan noticed the significance of what she did, but did not move a muscle, just like bird watchers avoiding any movement lest they scare away a rare bird they just sighted.

Bela stood like that for a while. She is not sure how long. Maybe a minute, maybe ten minutes. Then she started unbuttoning her blouse, very slowly. The buttons were in the front, so as each button came loose, it revealed more and more of her cleavage and her bra. Finally, all buttons came undone and the front two halves of her blouse fell to the sides, exposing her bra. She stood like that, her blouse opened for a few minutes. Then she took the bra off and dropped it to the floor, with only a bra covering her body above the waist. --- Until her boobs were fully exposed, Chandan had stood there, absolutely still. But a look at her young, luscious, perfect boobs was too much for him. He moved, and moved to loosen the knot on his pyjama. He loosened it, and dropped the pyjama and his underwear to the floor, exposing a fully erect cock. He then started masturbating, standing there, staring at a topless Bela.

Even though the request from Chandan had been to only give him a fleeting glimpse of herself topless, Bela found herself unable to move or cover up. Her gaze was transfixed on Chandan's dick as his hand jerked it off. Chandan noticed it, and that emboldened him to make the next move. He kicked off his pyjamas and underwear from around his ankles, and naked from the waist down, climbed the wall separating the two roofs and jumped over.

Within a few seconds, he was inches away from Bela, on the other wide of the window. The two of them stood there like that, Bela, naked from the waist up, staring at Chandan's dick which he had resumed jacking off, and Chandan, naked from the waist down, staring wide-eyed at Bela's perfect boobs.

"Can I touch them?" Chandan asked in a hoarse voice. "Please?"

Bela shook her head resolutely. She was caught up in the moment, but still retained enough sense to not go too far. Chandan repeated his plea a couple more times, but Bela kept shaking her head. Finally he gave up, not wanting to spoil a good thing by pushing things too far, and stood there, whacking his dick. In a couple of minutes, he was ready to cum, and he said,

"Ooohh... I am about to burst. Should I? Right here? Like this?" he said, holding his dick tilted upwards, like a canon aiming at Bela's tits.

Bela did not fully understand what he was asking. She thought he was just asking her permission to ejaculate. She had no problem with it. In fact she was curious to see it happen this up close. So she nodded her head in agreement. In a few seconds, Chandan started cumming.

And that's when it hit Bela, both literally and figuratively. Literally, Chandan's semen spurted from his dick and flew, hitting Bela on her boobs and stomach, with some gobs landing on the window bars too. Figuratively, it hit Bela that Chandan had been asking permission for precisely this - spraying his seed on her body. Bela looked down and stared at her boobs as they were getting splattered by Chandan's semen. Her mind was screaming out loud, that whatever was happening was a bit too much. But her body was enchanted and frozen at the idea of this unknown unfamiliar white sticky substance hitting her.

In a few seconds, Chandan got done splattering Bela (and the window bars) with his cum, and exhaled loudly. His sigh brought Bela firmly back to reality.

"Oh God!!!" she said, shocked "What have I done?"

She looked at Chandan with angry and accusing eyes. He looked back, confused, that this woman who had just willingly played along with whatever happened, suddenly seemed upset. He watched, even more confused, as tears welled up in Bela's eyes. She took a few steps backwards slowly, until the back of her legs hit a chair.

"GO AWAY!!" she screamed, and lunged ahead to close the window with a bang. With the window shut, she started crying, now feeling the sticky gook start sliding down her boobs and stomach. Hurriedly, she tried to wipe it with her hands, but instead she ended up smearing it all around her torso. She noticed how icky and sticky the white stuff felt to her fingers.

Hurriedly, she ran to her cupboard, took out a towel and wiped herself clean with it. She then put her bra and blouse back on, adjusted the pallu of her sari, and wondered about what to do with the towel. Bela took a plastic bag from the cupboard, put the semen-splattered towel in it, and knotted the bag closed. She then threw it in the dustbin in the corner, hoping that no one would ask her why she was throwing a towel away.

Once the incriminating evidence had been taken care of, Bela started crying again, this time softly. She felt ashamed for doing what she had done. She had exposed her breasts to a common servant. Not only that, she had let him cum all over her. How disgusting and character-less she had been. How could she do this? Why did she do this? Bela cried herself to sleep that night.

In the morning, the bright sunlight did little to lift Bela's spirits. She was still saddened and horrified at how she had defiled herself the previous night. She kept berating and scolding herself, and would have kicked herself hard, had that been possible. For a while, she even contemplated going to her mother and confessing to everything. Maybe her mother would advice her. What scared her though, was the fact that her mother believed in sharing everything with her father. And if he found out, there was no telling how he would react. Maybe he'd get her married hurriedly to the first loser who approached him.

But as the days went by, Bela's anxiety about that night reduced. Chandan kept his word and stopped stalking her on the roof, now that she had shown him her tits. He kept out of her way in general, even when she encountered him in the neighborhood by chance. Bela focused on this positive outcome of that night, and stopped torturing herself with regret. In fact, a month after the incident, Bela started thinking about it, and replaying it in her mind. It started exciting her and turning her on (when I asked her if she masturbated while thinking about that night, she looked scandalized and said NO, looking very upset, but I think she is just too shy to admit it).

So the excitement of that night was on her mind one day when she went up to the roof in the afternoon to get something from her room, and saw Chandan on his side of the roof with a broom, sweeping it. When he saw her coming, he stopped sweeping, looked at her, smiled at her and went back to sweeping. She smiled, went to her room, came out, and before going back down, lingered for a while. She admits that she was hoping he would talk to her, or at least look at her. But he was ignoring her and focusing on sweeping. I wonder if he was sort of playing "hard to get" or if he really had decided to leave her alone.

Whatever his reasons, his giving Bela a cold shoulder ticked her off a little. She stayed on the roof, pretending to examine some potted plants, waiting for him to make the first move. After all, she had exposed herself to him, and let him spray her with his semen. He should make some mention of it, she thought, or at least ogle at her. But he refused to blink.

The resentment at being ignored, combined with the excitement she had felt at the events of that night, set off something in Bela's head. She went downstairs and told her mother she was going to take a nap upstairs, and she would do her chores later. her mother didn't think much of it, and waved her away.

When Bela went back upstairs, Chandan was still sweeping the neighbors' roof. He saw her come back upstairs but didn't stop. She walked to her room and shut the door, bolting it. She rested against the door, and thought a bit about what she was thinking of doing. Normally, she would have thought it stupid, reckless and even cheap. But she justified it to herself by thinking she was just doing it to teach Chandan a lesson.

She walked to the window and opened it. Bright sunlight flooded her room, filling her with some trepidation. Some things just seem more do-able and proper in the darkness of the night. But daylight seems to strip them of their pretense and expose them as dirty. Bela almost chickened out. But then she saw Chandan glance at the open window, and keep sweeping, which brought back to her mind the original intent of what she wanted to do.

Bela was wearing salwar kameez that day, with a dupatta (a long scarf) tossed over her shoulders and resting on her boobs. Standing at the window, she slowly took the dupatta off and threw it behind her. Chandan had been watching from the corner of his eye. As soon as Bela got rid of the dupatta, he stood still and stared at her. She stared at him. The two of them stared at each other, standing still, like two cowboys in old Westerns.

After some staring, Chandan probably worked out what had gotten Bela to do what she did. His ignoring her. Maybe he had been ignoring her on purpose all along, waiting for her to make the first movie. He realized that it was working, and went back to sweeping.

Bela stood there, a bit frustrated. She thought that when he saw her take her dupatta off, he would come running to his usual position and stand there. Maybe cajole her to take something off. At which point, she would laugh at him and close the window. But Chandan had ignored her again, except for a few minutes of staring. Bela realized she needed to up the ante.

She reached for her kameez, which went down to below her knees and started pulling it up gradually. Chandan noticed it and stopped sweeping. Bela pulled it up, until it was at waist level, then stopped. Chandan stared. She stared back. A minute went by, and Bela started pulling it upwards, exposing her stomach. She paused again. Chandan went back to sweeping. That really annoyed Bela. She dropped the kameez back down, and closed the window angrily.

This had not gone how she had planned it. What Bela had in mind, without knowing the exact term back then, was being a "cocktease". She had planned to make Chandan think she was going to flash him. That would make him stop what he was doing and come running to her. And then she would laugh at him, close the window and revel in his annoyance at being left hanging. Instead, she was the one annoyed. Chandan had played her perfectly.

Bela fumed for a while, and then opened the window again. She saw that he was done sweeping, and was standing a distance away smoking. When she opened the window, he looked at her for a moment and then looked away. Bela stood there, waiting for Chandan to say something. But he was not even looking at her.

Bela decided she needed to take some drastic action. She turned around, so that her back was facing the window. Then, she unbuttoned the kameez from behind and pulled it off. She turned her head to look at Chandan, and sure enough, he was looking at her intently. She smiled turned her face straight, and stood like that, her back, bare except for the bra straps, towards him. Surely this had caught his attention. She stood like that for a minute, and then turned her head to look at him. Sadly for her, there was more to be annoyed about.

Chandan was looking away again. How dare he, she thought furiously. And in the anger, unhooked her bra and took it off, leaving her topless. Now her complete bare back was visible to Chandan. She was positive he would say something now, maybe ask her to turn around and allow him to see her amazing boobs again. But no words. Two whole minutes went by, and Bela finally turned, her boobs jiggling before coming to rest facing the window. And she was shocked to see, Chandan was gone! Absent! Not there! Somewhere else!

That really made Bela's blood boil. She looked around to make sure he wasn't hiding behind a wall or in some corner, but no. Chandan was gone. She tiptoed to the door, opened it slightly, and poker her head out to see if he was standing behind it. Nope! He seemed to have gone downstairs.

Bela closed the door and the window and sat on the bed, topless, wearing just her salwar. She was livid at how this afternoon had turned out. She had gone from wanting to tease him a bit, to teasing him a lot, to actually getting topless for him. And he had barely looked at her. In fact he had left the roof! Bela put her bra and kameez back on, and decided to take a nap after all.

Nap done, Bela went downstairs and helped out her mother. At night, she went back to her room, changed out of her clothes and into pyjamas, and fell asleep. She was awoken by some knocking. Waking up blearily, she checked the clock. It was almost 2 am. She wondered who it was.

"Who is it?" she asked.

"Me." said Chandan's voice calmly.

"What do you want?"

"I just want to talk." Chandan said.

"Ok.." Bela said, a bit stymied. "Umm.... talk."

"No, not like this. Face to face." Chandan said.

"I am not opening the door." Bela said emphatically.

"I didn't ask you to open the door. Open the window, and we can talk there, like always." Chandan said.

Bela sat up, thought for a while, and then went to the window. When she opened it, Chandan was standing in front of it.

"Yes, what is it?" Bela asked defiantly.

"You stupid girl! What were you trying to do today?" Chandan asked with a smile on his face.

"What was I trying to do?" Bela responded.

"That's what I am asking you. What was that?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Bela said.

"Really? You took your kameez off! In the day time. I think I know why you did it." Chandan said, folding his hands.

"Why?"

"You want to see my dick again. And you thought that if you showed me something, I'd respond by showing you something." Chandan rolled the dice.

"Nonsense! I am not interested in seeing your....thing again." Bela said.

"Really? Then what was that whole show about?"

Bela stood there mutely, unable to think of something smart to say.

"Do you like taking your clothes off for me? Is that it?" Chandan asked.

"No... well.... you weren't.... you weren't looking at me or saying anything so I though..." Bela trailed off.

"So you thought you'll get my attention by doing that? Haha." Chandan said.

"Why do you have to be so difficult?" Bela asked, annoyed. "You keep saying such mean things."

"What? I haven't even talked to you in weeks!" Chandan replied.

"And why not? Whatever happened that night.... don't you ever....think about it?" Bela asked blushing at the memory of what she had done.

"Think about it as in?" Chandan cocked his head and asked.

"Well, don't you remember it, think about it.... you know.." Bela said tentatively.

"What's there to think about?" Chandan asked.

"What's there to think about? What's there to think about?" Bela raised her voice, "For the first time in my life, I showed someone my body and you.."

"Not all of it." Chandan interrupted.

"What?" Bela asked, puzzled.

"You said you showed me you body. But you didn't show me all of it. Just your tits." he said.

"So?"

"Well, all I'm saying is.... why not show me the whole thing? Maybe I'll think about it more." he suggested.

"Yeah right! Forget it!" Bela said, half laughing at the absurdity of his suggestion.

"What's the big deal? I've already seen you half naked so many times. The next step is getting fully naked. What do you say?" Chandan asked.

"No way!" Bela said, paused a while and then said "And you haven't seen me half naked "so many times" like you put it. Just once."

"Well, there was that one time. There was today, with your silly game. And then the first night when I saw you in your bra and panties. That was a nice scene too." Chandan said triumphantly.

"That still makes it only three times." Bela shot back.

"Oh ho! Three times is "only" for you? Three times is nothing? So how many times is a lot according to you? You want to expose yourself to me 50 times before it becomes too much?" Chandan pounced.

"Shut up!" Bela said, having been check-mated in the verbal duel.

Chandan smiled, happy at having won this round. He looked at her flushed face, and then said,

"OK, enough of this talk. Are you going to get naked or not?"

"No!!!" Bela responded.

"Are you shy? If you want, I can do it first so you won't be the only one." Chandan said.

"No no wait.." Bela started to protest, but Chandan was already stripping. In one motion he took off his kurta (loose shirt), and threw it on the floor. Then in a few seconds, he had his pyjamas untied, took his underwear off, and stood there, fully naked.

"There, happy?" he said, extending his arms.

Bela could not help but turn her gaze to his dick which was semi-erect. She had usually seen it fully erect and this halfway-to-hard look was new to her. She also noticed his flabby upper body, thickly covered with graying hair. Normally it would have disgusted her. But there was something very strangely alluring and fascinating about it. He was not a Greek god by any means, but bear in mind, this was the first time in her life that Bela had seen a man fully naked. --- "You're fully naked." Bela said stating the obvious in a hoarse whisper.

"Yes. You want me to come closer?" Chandan asked and without waiting for her reply took a few steps ahead until he was right by the window, his semi-hard dick a few inches away from her.

From closer, his body fascinated Bela even more. She could see birthmarks and bruises on his torso and hands. She could see his nipples, with hair all around them, so different from her own nipples.

She says she wasn't aroused, because he was so ugly. But I am sure she was aroused at least a little bit. Chandan must have realized it too. Because he slowly reached into the window and caught her right hand. She didn't resist at all as he pulled it closer towards him and lower, until it was on his dick. Bela said she thought of resisting, but since she had already held his dick in her hand before, she did not see the point. Chandan put her hand on his semi-erect dick and then took his own hand away.

Bela ran her fingers over the loose skin of his dick, noting the unfamiliar feel. Chandan had always been fully erect. This time, he was not. She wondered why. And Chandan answered the question in her mind,

"Are you thinking about why it is not hard?" he asked.

Bela nodded.

"Well, there are two ways of getting it hard. One is, you play with it. Or the other, you show me your ass."

"What?" Bela said in a shock, withdrawing her hand from his dick. "Are you out of your mind?"

"I am just telling you how the mail body works." he said with a chuckle.

"I don't care if it is hard or not." Bela said.

"Yes, you do. You want to see me jack off again." Chandan said.

"No.... I don't." Bela said with a pause and in a tone that belied her true feelings.

Chandan said nothing, and just stood there. Bela also stood there staring at her feet, but stealing glances at Chandan's dick. They both stood there for a couple of minutes like that. Bela was wondering if she should just close the window and go to bed. But something inside her wouldn't let her. Chandan on the other hand, I am sure, was waiting just to create some tension.

After a couple more minutes, Chandan made his move - rapidly and unexpectedly. At lightning speed, he reached ahead with his hands, grabbed the hip section of Bela's pyjama bottoms and pulled them downwards! The pyjamas had elastic at the waist and not a thread. So readily, they slipped down. Bela let out a small shriek and started to move backwards and away from the window. But the pyjamas, halfway down, had bunched up around her knees. That made her trip and she fell backwards and towards the ground. She bent her knees just in time to avoid falling hard on her back, and instead landed on her butt on the floor.

But the speed with which she fell, made her body bend back, making her head and shoulders touch the floor, and the momentum made her feet swing above her body, as if she were doing yoga. That motion of her feet made the loose pyjamas fly off her slightly parted legs. Startled, Bela sat up, to hear Chandan laughing. She was sitting on the floor in her panties and pyjama top, her legs on display for him.

Immediately she got up to look for the pyjama bottoms. But she could not see them anywhere in the room.

"Under the bed." Chandan said, still laughing.

And gullibly, Bela got on her hand and knees, and started looking for the pyjamas under the bed. A few seconds after she started looking, she heard Chandan say,

"Ah, nice! What a view. See, my dick is now starting to get harder."

Bela froze, as she realized the pose she was in. She was on her hands and knees, bending, with her panties-covered ass facing Chandan. He had a great view of her thighs, half her asscheeks and the perfect shape of her butt. Bela immediately straightened and sat on folded knees.

"You are so evil!" she said angrily. "Is it really under the bed?"

"Hahaha, no." Chandan started laughing even harder.

"Shhh! What if someone hears you?" Bela said, and he quietened down. "Tell me where it is."

"The only it you should be thinking about is this it." Chandan said, pointing towards his dick.

From where she was sitting on the floor, Bela could not see his dick. So instinctively, she stood up, and sure enough, there it was. Chandan's dick. Now fully erect and looking bit angry, as he swung it up and down, like he had done the last time. That sight pushed out any concerns over her pyjama bottoms and state of partial undress out of her mind. Like a moth drawn to a flame, Bela walked towards the window and towards Chandan's erect dick.

Before she knew it, Bela was at the window, with her hands wrapped around Chandan's erect dick, ignoring the fact that under her waist, she was wearing nothing but panties. Chandan slowly reached his hand down and placed it on her hand. When she didn't pull away, he put pressure on her fingers to make them wrap around his dick tighter. Then he caught hold of her hand and started moving it back and forth, guiding her on how to masturbate him.

Bela obediently moved her hand under Chandan's guidance, and felt a shiver go up her spine as she felt his warm throbbing cock sliding through her fingers back and forth. The precum had started to ooze and run down the sides so she felt the moistness too. It was a feeling she had never experienced before. After about a minute of guiding her hand like that, Chandan let go. And Bela continued giving him a handjob on her own.

--- With Bela participating in this erotic play so readily all of a sudden, Chandan felt emboldened. He reached for her panties with her hand. But Bela, probably expecting it, and feeling a lot more in control said in a cold voice,

"Don't! Don't you dare, or I'll break your dick off."

Chandan froze. Hearing her use the word "dick" instead of the usual shy usage "thing" made him realize how serious she was. He stood like that for a while as Bela kept jacking him off. It was her first time doing this, so she obviously didn't know the proper technique yet. Did not know the variations in pace, the right times to tighten and loosen her grip and so on. So even after a few minutes, Chandan was nowhere close to cumming.

"My hand is tired." Bela said and let go of his dick.

Chandan let out a moan of disappointed, but immediately put his own hand on his dick and started jacking it off at a furious pace. Bela wrapped both her hands around the window bars and stood there, watching him masturbate.

"You do it so fast!" she said in amazement.

"That's how it is done." he said in a breathless voice. Then, he looked into his eyes, and extended his other hand forward up, towards her neck. He reached for the top button of her pyjama top and tried to undo it, but Bela slapped his hand away. He smiled sheepishly and said,

"Please! I beg, you, please!"

Bela smiled, and slowly started unbuttoning her top. Finally, when all the buttons were undone, Chandan realized to his delight that she did not have a bra on underneath. She hesitates for a few moments and took the top off, throwing it on the floor behind her. And there she was, a beautiful virgin with a great body and a great rack, standing in front of her neighbor's old servant wearing just her panties.

That sight was too much for Chandan to take. He started pumping his dick even faster and started groaning. Bela knew what was coming and said sternly,

"Don't do it on my body this time."

Chandan nodded and bent his dick downwards. In a few seconds, he started spraying the wall beneath the window with his semen. Bela watched fascinated as spurts of cum flew off like bullets and hit the wall. A few seconds, Chandan was done cumming and he exhaled loudly and stood there, with his softening dick in his hand, staring at Bela hungrily.