During a recent trip to London, in the course of a short posting, I had the opportunity to stay with Jason and my sis-in-law, Nisha. I looked forward to the trip as it would mean some company during the evenings. Being away from home often meant lonely evenings and solitary confinement in nameless hotel rooms.
I enjoyed the company of Jason, who had an inexhaustible source of anecdotes, mainly based on his trysts with sundry women. I was sure most of them were mere fantasy based, but the telling often left us laughing uproariously. Yes, Jason was good company.
Nisha on the other hand, was a diminutive, demure woman, who ran her household with quiet efficiency. I rather plain looking girl, often overlooked in the crowd. Nisha stood 5' 6" in her bare feet, and seemed a timid little sparrow, deferring to all. Her skin though was flawless, and held a glow of health, and her cheerful sparkling eyes often held one spellbound during the few moments she chose to open up to the few she liked.
Nisha was usually clad in shapeless, figure hiding dresses that hid her womanliness from sight of the casual observer. Although, I quite liked her, I often dismissed her from thought, and hardly ever saw her as a woman.
I heard with disappointment that Jason would be away during the month long visit, and this did cast a pall of disappointment in me. However, being too late to change plans and seek alternative accommodation, I decided to put up for the duration of my stay with Nisha for company.
I duly arrived, and was greeted warmly by Nisha, who I was seeing after nearly a year. She led me to the guest bedroom, and fussed around, trying her best to make me comfortable. I assured her, that I was quiet comfy, and grinned at her, as I told her, "Stop fussing, will you?"
She smiled back, and the radiance of her smile caught at my senses, as she said "You're my Jiju, why should I not fuss over my sister's hubby?" I laughed at this and grabbed her in a warm hug, and Nisha squealed in surprise. She tried to extricate herself, but I held on tight, laughing at her squirming attempts to get free. Her breasts crushed to my chest, and I felt the poke of hardened nipples against me. "Oh oh," I thought to myself, as I let her go. I looked at her, and her face was flushed as she stammered something about making a cup of tea.
The brief moment with Nisha's warm body against me, brought home to me, that here indeed was a woman!!. I began looking at Nisha with new eyes.
However, work and the pressures of deadlines, soon caught up with me and I forgot the incident, lapsing back into the friendly relationship with Nisha.
Being free of work one day, as certain materials needed for the project had not arrived, on an impulse, I decided to forego the local bar, and surprise Nisha. Thinking the poor girl, could do with an evening out, I decided to take her for a movie and dinner.
Accordingly, I reached home, and letting myself into the apartment with the spare keys Nisha had given me, I decided to play a trick on her and frighten her by sneaking in and grabbing her. She would probably be in the kitchen, I thought to myself. So tiptoeing to across, I peeked only to find that she was not there.
About to call, a sudden low moaning caught my ear. I paused still, trying to make out the origin of the sound. A sense of concern was building in me, as I realized that perhaps Nisha had taken ill. Moving swiftly, I crossed over to her bedroom, and stood as turned to stone. My heart beating wildly as I spied on her, prone across her bed.
Nisha, lay sprawled out on her bed, facing away from the door. She was completely naked, and her hips kept hunching up and down, and she pounded her pussy on the cucumber inserted into her self. Her eyes were glued to the video showing and she was moaning as she brought herself off. "Well, well" I thought to myself, "The little mouse is indeed a woman!!"
For long moments, I stood entranced, gazing at the beautiful wanton form, of my sis-in-law. The lovely ass cheeks, curled into a perfect bubble butt, as she hunched herself over the vegetable inserted in her pussy. A lovely creamy back, curved in a sweep, to meet her shoulders and neck. And the entrancing raven hair, usually pulled into a bun, was free flowing in a cascade that shimmered of moonlight and waterfalls.
I gazed at my lovely, sis-in-law, unknown to her, and felt myself harden at the sight. My heart was thudding hard and fast, and my lips were dry. How long, I stood there, I have no idea. Probably it was just a few fleeting moments. My eyes were drawn to the video on screen, and my eyebrows rose, at the scene that held Nisha enrapt. It was a BDSM theme with the girl being bound and lashed. Her screams and moans were finding echoes in Nisha, and in a moment of realization, I stood thinking of Nisha's seemingly bizarre behavior.
Moving forward, I raised my palm and brought it down hard on Nisha's ass. Two stinging slaps delivered in quick succession, one on each cheek. Nisha, screamed in pain, surprise and fear, and tried to buck away. My hand clamped down on the small of her back and I held her immobile, as I growled, "Naughty, naughty Nisha". She whimpered in feelings of humiliation at being caught out this way, and I smiled to myself. I caressed her silken ass cheeks, blushing a faint pink, as I asked her, "so this is what you get up to, when all alone Nisha? Dirty movies, and dirty deeds?"
She whimpered and shook her head, as she whispered, "Please, please Jiju". Not having any idea what she was pleading for, I raised my hand and brought it down hard onto her ass again. Nisha's eyes caught at the screen where the girl was being brutally fucked, and her sobs of mortification, were mixed with gasps of arousal. Nisha, was getting off, on the humiliation of being caught and the morphing of her senses into the girl on screen.
She seemed to forget my presence, as her hips rose and fell, caught in an onrush of passion. My hand rose, delivering spank after spank to her lovely ass, and I felt her bottom rise in welcome to my descending palm. Nisha, was indeed lost in the sensations, enjoying the pain, the humiliation and the pure sexual flow, flooding her being.