Chandni would not usually make deliveries.
But being at home, dissatisfied with her husband, arguing every night for the past 2 weeks, something inside her had turned.
Her last sexual release was in the shower thinking about a man who wasn't her husband. Filth was floating around in her mind and she needed to clear it out.
Three weeks ago, she had put her mouth on her husband's cock, trying to convince him for an increase in her allowance.
She had put all her heart into it, and once Harish had emptied his balls inside her mouth, he turned over and slept.
Chandni put on a pair of tight yoga pants. And a workout tee.
If nothing else, she would get her attention from the neighbour who would always gawk at her.
From his balcony, his car, while walking by her house. Chandni would find his gaze transfixed on her.
He had, of course, tried to chat with Chandni on text as well. But she had never had time for that.
Today, however, something inside Chandni was driving her on.
She wanted to be seen, appreciated, admired. She wanted to feel alive.
Chandni wore her heels, the ones she knew accentuated her buttocks, and picked up the pizza box.
She strutted down confidently to her neighbour's house.
Kabir lived alone, so she knew that he would open the door. She knocked on the door, free from any hesitation whatsoever.
Shuffling from heel to heel, she now felt a hint of doubt inside her. But Kabir's eyes fixed on her face from the moment he opened the door eased her slightly.
What was happening to her?
"Chandni! Hi," she heard Kabir speak.
"Hi Kabir! This is for you," nervous, she extended the pizza out.
"Oh, you came all the way yourself? Should've let me know and I would've come to pick it up," Kabir remarked.
"No, no, I thought I'd come and say hi to you," Chandni blushed.
"Oh then, I must insist you come in and spend some time with me, Chandni," Kabir insisted.
"Come, come," he cleared the doorway for her.
"Umm, okay, I guess I can spare a few minutes," Chandni hesitated but entered his house for the first time.
Kabir set the pizza down on the dining table.
"We'll open this up, but first Chandni ji, there's nothing better than an afternoon drink," he suggested.
"Oh no no, Kabir, that's not necessary," Chandni tried to turn his offer down.
"No no Chandni ji, I don't have much work today, and I'd love to offer you a drink," Kabir had already begun pouring a Jagermeister in two glasses.
"Umm okay, why not!"
Chandni watched him fix both their drinks.
And even in pouring the drinks, Chandni could tell Kabir's gaze was on her yoga pants clad thighs and buttocks.
She herself could not take her eyes off his arms.
"So, you do yoga regularly?" asked Kabir matter of factly.
"Ah yes, me and my daughter have been doing it in the morning," Chandni mentioned.
"On the terrace?" he asked offering her the glass.
"Yep, morning time," she added, taking the glass from his hand and enjoying his gaze shift from her legs to her breasts. He caught her eye and they both smiled awkwardly at each other.
"You ought to call me over sometime, in that case!" Kabir said half jokingly. "I workout on the terrace as well, can jump over to yours anytime. Make the most of having a shared terrace, if you will," he giggled.
Chandni giggled back, part of her was charmed by this man, who had always subjected her to a creepy gaze.
Maybe she was enjoying this a little too much.
"Cheers, Chandni ji," Kabir smiled warmly at her.
"Cheers, Kabir!" Chandni smiled a genuine smile back.
Kabir motioned her to the couch in the room, and sat next to her.
Chandni could almost taste his sweet perfume in her mouth. And she in her own mind, had an eye for his fit, pumped arms.
