“Buhat garmi hai Fahad meray apartment me.” Fiza announced as she walked in and headed down towards the sofa. I noticed her hair were damp after shower. She was wearing straight lounge pants and tee shirt. As she plopped down on the sofa, my eyes were attracted towards the extra movement on her chest. She wasn’t wearing bra and that’s why her breasts bounced so much. The shape of her boobs became prominent when she sat down and her tee shirt was bunched up a little. She noticed me looking at her boobs which made her grin.
“Buhat garmi hai na tu shower key baad me ney socha kapron key nechay kuch nahi pehenti.” She gave me clarification.
“Mosam tu garam hai lekin pata nahi aap bahir wali garmi ke baat ker rahi ho ya ander wali garmi kee.” I chuckled and Fiza gave me a mock angry look.
“Kuch tu sharam kerain. Aap tu buhat he besharmi sey baat keh detay hain Fahad bhai.” She tried to scold me as she relaxed against the back rest of sofa. I sat on my usual spot as she tucked her feet underneath herself. This made her thighs wide open and I saw the crotch of her lounge pants. I couldn’t find it pulled into her pussy this time and Fiza knew that too. She kept looking at me.