He felt himself growing harder as he watched her start another load of laundry. Just a simple task, but she did it with a sexual elegance that he’d never seen before. He stole these innocent moments from her.
She walked past him again, separated only by a thin door. The smell of her soft perfume mixed with washed sheets marveled him again. A unique smell that was completely her. When he heard her footsteps climbing the stairs again, he felt safe enough to come out of his hiding place. He took another deep breath…. enjoying the aroma of his lovely lady.
“A really aristocratic lady.” He mumbled.
Very carefully, he made his way to the stairs…. because he knew that when Pritam and Goutam were out of Kolkata, she stayed in the guestroom, situated on first floor at night. He knew he didn’t have a lot of time. It was late afternoon and her brother Tarun would have been coming. Since she had a shooting schedule at Tollygunge studio on tomorrow morning, he might be coming home in the evening so that she could go with him….. yes, he was aware about that too.
He needed to be gone before that happened. He could not be discovered by anyone. Everything would fall apart if he was discovered here by her where he shouldn’t be.
At the bottom of the stairs he paused. The house was quiet. The air was very still. The only sound was the cooler that kept the inside relatively cool than the sweltering heat that lay just beyond the door…. the door he had entered….. the door Supriyadevi didn’t lock intentionally.
That was not a safe move. She should lock her door before someone took advantage of that..The smile that stretched across his lips was soft but true.
Slowly he climbed the stairs one at a time. When he passed the stair that would betray him…. he stopped. The sound of Supriya Memsaheb’s shower turned on. Oh, it was his lucky day! Elation exploded inside of him. The beautiful sexy actress was going to shower herself and he would have his own personal showing.
He knew the time was limited, but he needed to enjoy this rare treat. Her door was still cracked open when he reached out and lightly pushed it open enough to slip through. He didn’t bother closing this door behind him. No one else was in the house. What were the chances of that?
Supriya Memsaheb’s bathroom was just through the door on the opposite side of
the room. That door was also left open. He could see a flesh colored shape stepped into the shower and closed the door…… he was rock hard.
He couldn’t resist himself when he slipped his shoes off and then pushed his pants down. He slipped the black T-shirt off and stood in her son’s bedroom completely naked. She started humming one of her favorite songs from her own film “Kalankini Kankaboti”. He had watched her sing it in that superhit film as he sat on the sofa watching with pure fascination.
Yes, it was her favorite song. He knew that too.
Normally after her bath, she pleasured herself on her bed with some toys which she kept in a small box. He also knew the beauty of her harsh voice when that box was opened. He loved her cries of ecstasy, her screams of pleasure, and the way her rose colored cheeks turned even darker as she tried to catch her breath.