An elusive Fetish
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Hi everybody, I’m back again after a long time. This is my 3rd post in ISS and this time around I’m writing about an incident that happened some 6 years back when I was around 26. Well, to quickly complete the introductions, my name is Sudha and I am married and a mother of 2 lovely kids. My husband is a gentle, loving guy with whom I have fantastic relations but there is this “wild side” to me that he is yet to discover.
Coming straight to the story that I’m about to narrate. We were living then in a small 1BHK flat in Mulund, Mumbai. This was a flat on the top floor and there were 4 flats to each floor. 2 of the flats, on the opposite side, were occupied by elderly families who were retired. The 3rd flat was unoccupied for a while and then one day a young man, around my age came to stay as a tenant there.
The elderly couples used to treat me like their daughter and they used to drop in every now and then or have me visit their houses and used to treat me to lovely home cooked lunches and dinners. As was to be expected, they were also great gossips and used to regale me with stories of what was happening in the colony. Through them I came to know that the young man next door to me was Prakash, working with a leading BPO and had a bright future. He used to leave for work around 11 am and return at midnight.
Prakash was good looking in a traditional way, used to dress well but in conservative clothes and appeared to be a quiet, “nice” young man. He used to behave very nicely too, would smile at me or the others and say “Good morning” etc but would never go beyond that. All in all, as I said, a “nice” guy. Or so I thought for a while.
Being a 1BHK flat, space was a constraint – we had a clothes line outside the bedroom window and I used to hand my clothes for drying after the daily washing. Normal, no? The bedroom was was adjacent to Prakash’s flat and he, too, used to hang his clothes out to dry. One day I noticed that my inner-wear appeared to have moved a little out of place. It seemed to be in a different place.
I did not think too much about it then, thinking that I may have been mistaken. A couple of days later it happened again and this time I was fairly confident that someone had moved my panties around. Thinking that it may have been my maid I dismissed the whole thing. Then, one evening when I was removing the clothes for folding up I noticed that my panties looked a bit soiled and dirty. I held it up to examine and realized that the crotch area looked wet and a bit sticky. Looking around to see whether anybody was observing,
I quickly took my panties (and the remaining clothes) inside. I put on the tube light and yes, I knew, this sticky substance had to be semen! Somebody was stealing my panties!! And coming in it!!! Straightaway I knew it MUST be Prakash, that “nice” boy next door?! I was flabbergasted at the discovery, angry, upset and yet, at the same time, I could feel a small tingling sensation between my thighs. God! This couldn’t e true, I was getting aroused?
I decided to keep quiet about the matter but to be on the lookout. Sure enough, I began to observe a pattern. I used to hang out my clothes for drying around 9 each morning – around 10 or so Prakash would hang out his clothes. I stayed hidden in my bedroom but could keep a watch through the mirror on my almirah by keeping its door open at a certain angle. I saw Prakash finish hanging out his washing and then casually glance around here and there.
Once he was satisfied that no one seemed to pay attention he quickly leaned across the intervening distance and in no time had my panties in his grasp before quickly hurrying inside his bedroom. I gasped at the audaciousness of his act! Just imagine, if anybody were to catch him? I mean, I just did, didn’t I? What was I going to do about it? I rushed out to the window but then stopped – I wondered, what must he be doing with my panties?
I imagined the scene. He would be in his bed, I guess, wearing only a towel perhaps. I could imagine his trim, muscled body lying supine on the bed. Perhaps he was touching my panties, holding it to his erect penis and rubbing the fabric up and down his tool. Or, maybe, he was sniffing the crotch getting a mixed set of smells of my vagina and the detergent. Is he licking it? Is he holding my panties to his face while stroking his cock? How long must his rod be? How thick? Does he have large balls? Or are they small and tight? As I was picturing all this, my legas went weak and I suddenly had to sit on my bed.
I said to myself, “Sudha, you’re crazy! You should be feeling angry with him for invading your privacy instead here you are dreaming about his tool! You’re getting wet?! And what’s this? I don’t believe this, you’ve put your hands inside your skirt and are you serious?You’re finger fucking?!!” Yes, I am ashamed to admit, I actually began to masturbate thinking and imagining Prakash masturbating thinking about me! Crazy? Well, I did tell you there was a “wild side” to me. I got off the bed and went close to my window.
Prakash’s window was open and I thought I could hear him gasp and moan over and over again, I did hear him softly mutter “Aaah, aaah issshhhhh Sudhaaaaa”. Just hearing that I came in a flood, my panties just went wet as wave after wave of orgasms rippled through my throbbing cunt. I just dropped down, sat on the floor with my legs spread shamelessly wide and I began fisting myself right then and there, biting my lips and silencing myself, moaning “Uuummph, ooooonnnhhhhhh, ahhh” till my back arched up and I couldn’t take it no more.
Just as I finished cleaning myself up after that massive climax the doorbell rang. It was Mrs. Shah from the flat opposite mine. She smiled happily at me and whispered, “Sudha, did you know something? It seems today is Prakash’s birthday. Poor boy is alone, no? We’re planning a surprise gift and party tonight. You tell your husband too, OK, we’ll all have dinner at my place!” Saying this she rushed back happily to her flat, busy making preparations for the evening.
I sat wondering. And then came up with a mischievous idea. I’m sure there was some gift wrapping paper around somewhere. Within ten minutes I stood outside Prakash’s flat with a neatly wrapped gift, ringing his bell.
When he opened the door, he seemed a bit flushed as well as surprised to see me there. I cheerily wished him “Happy Birthday Prakash! Here’s a small gift for you, from me!!” He seemed stunned to know that I knew it was his birthday so I told him about the evening party planned by the Shahs. He mumbled a shy “Thank you!” and went on to say how touched he was and there really was no need for me to have taken the trouble of buying him a gift.
So I told him that it was no trouble at all, in fact I was sure he would really, really like my choice of a gift for him. I told him to call me and let me know whether my choice was right. And came back to my flat and locked the door. My legs felt weak – and I could feel my wetness slip down from my cunt into my thighs. I wasn’t wearing my panties. I’d just wrapped it, wet with my cum, and given it to Prakash. If you liked my story, do write back to me:
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