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Our apartment complex has a big corridor in the basement. This common corridor leads to the swimming pool, sauna, barbershop, tuck shop, and laundry room. Many bigger units have their own washer/dryer en-suite. But most of the 1 and 2 bedroom units share a Laundromat.
Access is by key card only to the 4 separate rooms inside. The first room is a small reading room for those who prefer to wait while doing their laundry. The second room has sinks for scrubbing and washers. The third room is for dryers, and the fourth one has tables to fold clothes. This room also has an entry door.
So it was a magical coincidence to see the young saree-clad vixen in the reading room. No one ever ventured into this room except me, sometimes to drop off old magazines or novels.
She was sitting on the sofa with one sexy leg over the other, midriff to navel exposed. She was wearing a low neck sleeveless blouse, with her silky braid behind her. I couldn’t see its length. She had a small black bindi, sharp brows, kajal lined eyes looking down at a book in her lap.
Both ears lobes had 2 rings each, and she wore a tiny nose ring on the edge of her left nostril. Her pouting lips were perfectly lined with a sheer gloss. A black bead necklace and toe rings on her pretty pink feet on middle toes said she was definitely a married girl.
Her cleavage’s inch-deep ridge meant that her perky boobs we at least ‘D’ cups. I guessed her stats around 34-28-36, with a petite 5’5” figure. A pink floral saree made her silky smooth skin stand out like white marble. I must’ve stared at her for too long because she looked up with big hazel eyes, questioning.
I said, ”Hey,” quickly picked an auto magazine and sat on the armchair opposite her. She asked if it was snowing outside, and I replied in the negative. She looked disappointed. I was a bit surprised.
“I’m Keval, by the way. You can call me KK,” I said, giving her a nod. Surprise! She held out her hand over the coffee table, “Manvi, nice to meet you.” I held her soft hand with red painted nails, a warm current suddenly passing through my loins. It was love at first sight.
KK: Do you like snow?
Manvi: Haha, no, just want to see. I’ve never seen snowfall.
KK: Got it, don’t worry, you’ll get to see plenty of snow.
We continued our small talk. Her whole persona was enticing. The mischief in her eyes, the smile, showing off her neatly lined pearls of teeth. The tinkle of her thin gold bangles. The ever so quiet jingle of her anklet, as she shook one leg slightly. I thought, what a fancy fuck she would be.
She had left her 14 months baby with her parents (for good care till she settled down) and moved to Chicago to be with her husband. It had taken almost a year for her visa to be approved. So I figured the 24-year-old hottie had been sex-deprived for a long time.
KK: So what do you plan to do?
Manvi: I did my master’s in Library science, looking for a job.
KK: You’re in luck. Go to the public library. They have a posting to hire.
Manvi: Thanks. I’ll check it out
We kept meeting every evening in the little reading room, tucked away from curious apartment people. We became good friends in a very short time. She wouldn’t share her phone number or even her flat number with me. So the only way to talk was to actually meet her.
This made her hard to get, but something I looked forward to daily. It felt goofy like we were back in high school. Every evening I went for a swim, and on the way back, I looked for Manvi in the reading room.
At first, she was shocked to see me in shorts and kept gaping at my 6 feet lean physique. Within 2 weeks, we got quite free with each other, asking candid questions.
Manvi: Do you have a girlfriend?
KK: Had a live-in girlfriend during my masters, which ended last year.
Manvi: Oh, where’s she now?
KK: She disappeared.
Manvi: At least you found love. I was married off after college
There was silence as we ran out of common ground. Then I looked at her bust and got an idea.
KK: Do you have milk?
Manvi: Ya, I have 2% organic at home. Want some?
KK: Not that, I mean breast milk, in your boobs.
Manvi: Oh, that, yes, I’m still lactating. It’s a bit painful, though.
KK: What do you do with it?
Manvi: I just milk myself. I squeeze my boobs to get rid of the milk till they dry up.
KK: Can I try it once?
Manvi: Sure, I’ll save some for you.
KK: No, I mean, can I milk you?
Manvi: Oh, wait! What?
KK: Come on, be a sport, babe.
Manvi: Ok, just this once
So she opened her front bra hooks to reveal a gorgeous pair of boobs with pink nipples. Then stood near the sink and squeezed her right boob to squirt some milk into it. I followed her instructions to squeeze gently. Then I asked her.
KK: Can I have some?
Manvi: Umm. Ok, just be quick
Holding her waist, I took her nipple directly in my mouth. She tried to protest, but only a quiet sigh escaped from her lips. It felt like heaven as I suckled on her warm chest, clutching her soft shoulders. Contented, I moved away to relax on the sofa. She was looking at me with big, pleading eyes.
KK: Oh, thanks, darling, that was too sweet.
Manvi: Can you do the other one?
Saying she sat in my lap facing me, offering her left boob to be sucked dry. I complied, taking my time, holding her narrow waist and catching her silky butt length braid from behind. but massaged my head gently.
I was amazed that her milf figure was so light. Her yummy body odor, along with the silky smoothness of her skin, made my dick hard like an iron rod. She must’ve felt it on her soft ass. She adjusted her position to avoid contact with my pole.
I fought an urge to fondle her boobs, rubbing her back instead. Once the milk stopped coming, I licked her cleavage, unable to resist temptation. Seeing no reaction from her, I kissed her on the chest.
KK: Thank you.
Manvi: I’ll see you later. I have an interview tomorrow.
KK: Best of luck, bye-bye.
She was a no-show the next day. I waited patiently the day after, not knowing if she would turn up but hoping she would appear. Then she breezed in, looking fabulous in a baby-blue full sleeve blouse and formal black pants showing off her narrow waist.
Her hair braid coiled into a bun. Loose hair on the sideburns was recently shaved. All jewelry was removed except two plain earrings. Darker lipstick and no eye makeup made her even more elegant to behold. She was smiling, showing off her teeth and gums.
We hugged like two lovers meeting after a separation. I couldn’t hold my curiosity inside.
KK: Who shaved your sideburns?
Manvi: I did myself this morning.
KK: It’s uneven, and you left the nape hair.
Manvi: Can’t see my nape in the mirror.
KK: Let’s fix it
Holding her beautiful hand, I led her to the barbershop. It was empty. The barber had probably stepped out for a smoke break. I picked up a trimmer, and she stood with her back to me.
In less than a minute, I trimmed the loose strands around her silky smooth neck, lined up her sides, and brushed away the clippings. Then held up a mirror to show her.
KK: Looking kissable, mwah!
Manvi: Thanks, I’m for your eyes only.
KK: What’s with the formals?
Manvi: Guess!
KK: You got the job!
Manvi: Yeah, it wasn’t that hard.
KK: Good to hear. Calls for a drink.
Manvi: Hahaha, I don’t drink.
KK: But you got jugs
She caught my joke and laughed heartily, then spoke in mock anger:
Manvi: No way, uh, ok, last time, please.
We went back to the laundry room. She just raised her arms stylishly, indicating that I should open her blouse. Luckily it was a Friday night, so no one would even think of washing clothes at this hour. Inside she was wearing black lingerie from Jacob, giving me an instant boner.
She giggled, looking at the tent in my pants, hiding her mouth with her hand. Her bra opened from the back, so removing it left her completely topless. I held her shoulders, admiring her v-shaped back and the steep curves of her waist.
KK: Baby, can I keep your bra?
Manvi: Are you going to do bad things with it?
KK: You bet!
Manvi: Uh, ok, bring it back, washed.
This time she sat in my lap with her legs spread, kneeling on the sofa, around my thighs. She held her boobs pressed together while I caught her round ass to balance her weight. Two minutes into sucking her tits, my cock rose to the full monty.
Without hesitation, Manvi adjusted it in the center and put her boobs right on top to hold it in place. I rocked as slowly as possible to rub my foreskin inside. Both boobs emptied. I looked at her milky white stomach.
On the chance, I licked her straight up from the navel to cleavage. She sighed, clutching my hair. I looked up for approval to continue, but she quickly got up and wore her shirt. I barely managed to get a hug and cheek kiss as she breezed off.
Her husband usually stayed at home on weekends, so she wouldn’t be coming down till Monday. I wrapped her laced bra around my raging cock and jerked off desperately, with her sexy topless figure still in my vision.
Monday came, so did she, in similar attire as last time. Breast-feeding was definitely off-topic. We hugged lightly and a dry lip kiss. I returned her bra along with a new set of lingerie, gift wrapped. She was perturbed with something, so I asked her what’s going on.
Manvi: My job starts at 8. It takes an hour to dry my hair.
KK: You could try a different style.
She told me, “It’s been braided from shoulder down for years, so there’s an uneven wave when it’s open. It only looks good in a braid.”
Manvi: During college days, my mom wouldn’t let me cut it, now my hubby says no.
KK: Well, you can keep your hair or the job.
Manvi: Hmm, let me call my husband
She went out and came back with a sly smile.
Manvi: He agreed to cut half.
KK: Let’s do this, be right back.
I walked to the basement tuck shop, bought a pair of sharp scissors, and borrowed a zip tie. Manvi was obviously nervous. So I offered a shoulder massage to relax her.
After 5 minutes of massaging her shoulders, I undid her bun and let the braid loose. Running my hands along its length, I felt her silky, thick braid falling to her ass like a snake.
KK: It’s a shame this has to go. It’s porn quality.
Manvi: What do you mean by ‘porn quality’?
KK: Obviously meant for, you know, hair jobs.
Manvi: How ridiculous and random!
KK: Please don’t tell me you never tried.
Manvi: In fact, no.
KK: Seriously? Your husband never asked?
Manvi: He’s a bit old fashioned.
KK: Wow, babe! Let’s do it once before losing it.
Manvi: I’m getting tired of your stupidity.
KK: It’s only a good feeling, really harmless.
Manvi: What if someone comes?
KK: Let’s go to the sauna. I’m one hundred percent sure no one goes there in winter
We moved to the sauna down the corridor and set the temperature to a crispy 74 degrees Fahrenheit. It’s a big wooden cabin with benches and warm lighting inside.
Manvi: Ok, now what?
KK: Let’s cuddle, so I can get my wiener up.
Manvi: You’re pushing the envelope.
KK: It won’t take long. I’ll cum in 5 minutes, baby
So she came and sat near me. I held her hand, rubbing gently, smelling the erogenous zone behind her ear. Her milky white neck was contrasting with her jet-black hair.
I tugged at her braid, and she moaned. “Does it hurt?” I asked. She smiled shyly, saying, “It feels good silly.”
KK: Like erotic, you mean.
Manvi: What you’re doing isn’t exactly platonic!
KK: We should make out sometime.
Manvi: Shh! No talking.
So I proceeded to rub my lips on her nape, squeezing her tits with the tips of my fingers. She pursed her lips, and I noticed her toes curling. She was holding back.
Manvi: I didn’t sign up to ‘make out.’ Finish your foreplay.
KK: Someone said no talking.
She just smiled, but her expression revealed passion. I opened my shorts and took out my 6-inch cock. Manvi’s mouth was open with a sexy smile. I took her braid and rubbed its open end on my cock. The silky feeling made my erection another half-inch taller and thicker.
“Let’s make it quick,” she said, bending her head, wrapping her pretty fingers around my cock, and lubricated my foreskin with her saliva. Manvi kissed the tip of my cock head, sending shivers in my body. I was really going to cum in 5 minutes.
I noticed her left hand had disappeared inside her panty, probably rubbing her clit. With my hands free, I put the zip tie on her braid, just below her shoulder. Inserting the scissors into the top of her braid, I started cutting.
The ‘shick shick’ sound of scissors cutting into thick hair was ultra-satisfying and arousing at the same time. Manvi increased pace, with her hair wrapped tightly around my cock. She was stroking like a pro, intermittently licking my cock with the tip of her tongue.
I got back to the braid, cutting it all the way. As it dropped heavily in my lap, I started shooting cum without warning. Manvi must’ve felt the lightness of her neck. The severing action sent her into an involuntary orgasm.
She closed her eyes while climaxing, taking cum shots directly on her face, hair, and mostly into her mouth. Spent, we both looked around for a trash can. Finding none, Manvi gulped my cum, cleaned the few spots on her face with her fingers, and licked them dry.
She picked up the heavy braid, checking herself in the mirror. There were white seamen drops in her dark hair, which she simply rubbed-in to disperse. She was left with a rough, blunt cut till collarbone level.
Manvi: This isn’t “half” stupid. You cut my whole braid!
KK: Its done babe, you look better now.
Manvi: Ya, it’s over. I’m going straight to the barbershop.
KK: Can I come to watch?
Manvi: No, baby, we can’t be seen together. Tell me your flat number.
KK: 1019, this building.
Manvi: Ok, I’ll drop by tomorrow
I skipped swimming to wait at home on that Tuesday evening. Sure enough, she was at the door by 6pm. My jaw dropped, looking at her silhouette. She was in a thigh-length pastel dress, with a white Lululemon jacket till her midriff, and knee-length boots.
Hugging her, I could smell a fruity lotion on her neck. She was free of any makeup except a hint of mascara on her eyelids. The young milf had transformed into a college girl.
She turned to give me her jacket, showing off her short haircut. Her lovely locks were now in short layers from neck length to collar bone, with a sexy bouncy movement. She ruffled the layers on her neck with her pretty fingers asking, “What do you think?”
Without answering, I held her pretty face, kissing gently on her lips. She stood on her toes to reach my mouth, exploring with her sweet tongue. As if in a dream, we stripped each other, landing in the bed. She looked like a fiery angel in the red lingerie I’d given.
I caught her short hair and planted small kisses on her neck. A moment later, she was grinding slowly on my naked dick as it slid over her cunt, between the shaved pussy lips. Her round boobs full of milk and spotless white marble skin were a visual treat.
She looked down to insert my dick, but I twisted her light body to roll over. Now she was on her back with me on top. Holding her raised thighs, I pulled her towards my cock. Mouth open, she bent to look at the cock insertion, already rubbing her clit with her middle finger.
God! making her moan loudly, “Aahh.” I started with long strokes for a while before increasing my pace. I then bent to press her boobs together, making them squirt simultaneously.
I cradled her tightly as she climaxed, biting the top of my shoulder. I closed my eyes, trying to prolong my erection without ejaculating. But her hot cunt took me to the peak. I felt hot arrows shoot out from my painfully tight cock. Regaining my senses, I heard her speak.
Manvi: Love me, baby, hubby’s out tonight.
KK: I was counting on it. I love you, baby!
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