I wanted to laugh out loud hearing this but controlled myself. I simply asked “so what do you want me to do”? Akash replied “see I am good at making coffee. So I need you to help me prepare tea. I am feeling ashamed asking my guest to help me but I am out of options”.
I calmly replied “then make coffee for me too. It is that simple”. He said “no Karishma, this is the first time you have come to my house. Serving you coffee when you prefer tea would be a big insult on my part and I cannot fathom that. So please help me”.
I found it easier to go help him instead of continuing this meaningless argument. So I went with him and stood a few feet away while giving him instructions. I saw that he had a coffee maker so it was a no brainer that he was able to make it.
But I have to admit, his kitchen skills were below even pathetic and driving me nuts. Finally, I gave up and told him to step aside. I started preparing the tea myself while telling him how to go about it.
I was so lost in myself because I could make tea in my dreams that I did not realise when Akash crept up behind me. He was looking over my shoulder while talking to me. We were less than an inch apart now.
I suddenly found him hugging me tightly from behind kissing and licking my wide exposed back and neck all over. This sent my mind back into a freeze because suddenly I was experiencing tsunamis of pleasurable sensations which I have never felt before.
Within seconds of his surprise assault I felt his hardness press into my butt. Again something I have never experienced before. This felt so good that my body was quickly betraying me while my mind was still fighting a battle between right and wrong.
I tried to free myself from his grip but despite multiple attempts it was futile. By now his hands had cupped my boobs squeezing them expertly making my body beg for more.
All my wriggling to free myself only helped his hardness progress much more deeper between my legs. His manhood was directly massaging my pussy lips despite being separated my saree.
This was new for me and my defenses were diminishing faster than my mind could arrive at the next most sane thing to do to get out of this situation. The tea was on a boil and so was my own arousal.
My body won over my mind pushing me to surrender to the most unfathomable thing I was doing. Enjoying getting forbidden pleasures by another man… a man who was not my husband…
Then he quickly pulled out my saree and undid the strings of my petticoat letting everything bunch around my feet. I was now left only in my blouse, bra and lace panty. Akash was not giving me any time to react because he was super quick with his actions.
I was sandwiched between him and the kitchen counter in a vice like grip. His throbbing hardness that I felt earlier thru my saree was now directly pushing against my pussy only stopped by my lace panty.
I thought I was feeling his erection thru his clothes all this while but I was wrong. His cock was already free from the confines of his trousers and knocking on my door…naked.