Barsha touched her clit and moaned, "Ummh!"
Closing her eyes, Barsha caressed her sensitive clit with a couple of fingers while her other hand stroked her right boob. Her boobs were round, 32C-size, ivory with a small, circled black areola. She alternated between pinching her nipples and squeezing them roughly.
Barsha was standing naked, pushed against the bathroom wall with open legs, breathing heavily. Her whole body was covered with soap foam. On her right side, water was dripping from the tap filling a plastic bucket, which she paid no attention to; instead, she was staring at the mute porn video which was running on her phone, placed on a shelf situated just on the upper side of the tap at the edge of the window.
After just a few minutes of rubbing her clit, she shoved her soap-slick middle finger inside her pussy, just like in the video where the man pushed the lady on the table and shoved his dick inside her pussy.
As if Barsha was the lady getting drilled by that man, she moaned, "Ahh..."
Then she pulled her finger out, sucked it a little, tasting her own juices, and shoved it back in. This time, Barsha started to pump in and out just like in the video, her finger fucking her pussy. To make her fingers feel more like a dick, she added her index finger. The sensation burned slowly inside her. After a minute or so, she paused, grabbed her left boob, and began to circle her fingers inside her pussy.
She leaned the back of her head on the wall as she moved down slowly, her fingers pleasuring and her orgasm starting to build. While Barsha was playing with and enjoying her body, she had no idea she was being watched from the terrace.
That bathroom was in a five-foot by three-foot space. Unlike modern houses, it separated from the main house, situated in the northeast corner of the property. So, everyone who would use the bathroom had to come out of the verandah and take a left before walking a bit to reach the bathroom. However, the property was surrounded by a high wall.
Half of the bathroom had an old style orissa pan and the other half was for washing clothes, doing dishes, showering, and other types of chores. The entrance had a door that was small and made of tin with two-foot gaps on both the top and bottom sides. Since the bathroom was far and had such a big gap on the top that anyone could see all activity easily from the southeast corner of the terrace.
Barsha was a very shy, conservative 20-year-old, light-skinned and chubby, having structure of 32C-28-34, with a big ass, round face, and curly long hair that reached her ass. She was short, her head only reaching four feet eleven inch. She was working to get her Bachelor of Commerce degree by distance.
Nine months ago, she had taken the lower portion of the house to rent. It had two bedrooms attached to each other, one kitchen cum verandah, and the bathroom. She was living with her single forty-five-year-old mother and her brother who was three years older than her. Both of them left at seven or eight every morning and returned at different times late in the evening. Barsha stayed at home alone most of the days because of her distance education.
The landlord lived in the upper part of the house with his parents, working as an accountant in a big firm, recently divorced and feeling somewhat lonely. His parents were out of town for two weeks, so he had the upper floor to himself. Because of this, Barsha agreed to prepare lunch and dinner for him.
That day, the spring equinox, Barsha awoke at about 8 in the morning. Usually, her mother would cook breakfast for all of them before going to work, but the previous day was a political strike, so neither her mother nor brother returned home.
After she woke up, she cleaned her bed, wiped the floor, did the dishes, and then washed her nightie. When she looked at the clock, it was only 9:15 a.m. She thought she had some time, so she went to take a shower before cooking.
She turned on her favorite BDSM porn and let herself be pleasured; while she was humming and lost in her reverie, something dropped and broke. The startling noise brought her attention back to her shower and made her pause for a moment and she ask "Who... who is it?"
No response.
The door was slightly ajar and she peeked from it, but nobody was around. She closed and locked the door, paused her phone and decided to finish her shower, but the water inside the bucket wasn't full enough for her to finish washing off.
What the fuck? Maybe the tank got empty. But how am I going to bathe now? She thought to herself.
Typically, Barsha and the landlord's mother would fill the tank, along with some water bottles for drinking. A separate fresh drinking water tap was built on the terrace; however, yesterday, she didn't fill anything.
In just a towel, she wouldn't be able to go outside and start the motor or even go all the way up to the terrace to fill the drinking water. Then, she got the idea that she could bathe with her leftover drinking water. Then, at any time, she could go and fill up the tank as well as the drinking water. So, Barsha wrapped the towel around her soap-covered body, opened the door, and was about to walk out when she realized her towel had gotten stuck on the tin door.
She tried to pull it off, but the towel didn't come out. Instead, her slippery body caused the towel to slip off her and left her standing naked. She first bent forward, covered her pussy with one hand and tried to pull out the towel with other hand. Still, it didn't come out, so she decided to let it go and hurriedly ran inside the verandah. She picked up two 2-liter bottles and ran back naked to the bathroom.
Strangely, the towel was on top of the door, instead of stuck in it. Barsha felt surprised but picked it up and closed the door. She managed to wash off with the water, wiped herself off, and wrapped the towel around her and walked to her room. She slipped on her bra and panties, then her nightie, and decided to fill up the water, which she might need for cooking.
Barsha unlocked the attached inner door, walked up stairs, knocked on the landlord's door. She called, "Dada?"
"Yeah," the landlord answered, opening the door right away. He glanced at her top to bottom and stared at her barely-covered boobs bulging above her skimpy bra and clearly visible through the fabric of the nightie.
She realized that he was looking at her breasts and felt a little uncomfortable. Despite this, she said, "The water tank is empty. We should fill that up; would you help me?"
"Sure," he replied, still looking at her boobs, his tongue rubbing his lower lip. Even though she was wearing a nightie, that wasn't enough to cover her wet body and poking nipples. As soon as he responded, she turned around, pulled up her nightie up toward her knees so she wouldn't trip over it, and climbed down the stairs.
He looked at her legs, completely shaven. While walking down, her ass jiggled along with her nightie. He kept watching until Barsha disappeared.
After a moment, she brought up all her bottles, turned on the pump and walked straight up to the terrace. But looking at the tank, she was shocked to find that it was almost full.
She didn't know what to do. She yelled. "Dada!"
No answer.
She decided to talk to him in person and walked downstairs. While walking down, she stepped on a puddle and slipped from the stairs.
"Ahhhh!" she yelled.
"What happened?" the landlord asked as he came out of the door.
"Oh God, the tank is full already," Barsha replied in severe pain, holding her ankle.
"But you just said the tank is empty..." He paused and looked at her ankle. "Let me see what happened," he continued. While bending forward, the landlord gave a close look at Barsha's perky boobs. Her nightie had slipped down in the front and her deep cleavage was in view, showing her dark areolas. Then he grabbed her leg and slowly twisted.
"Ahh!" she cried in pain.
