Arun and I spent a couple of uneventful months after his parents left. I tried to live by aunty's words but I was not successful. I went as far as taking a couple of girls out for dinner and a movie nights but could not get too far with them. Girls at work were in a stage where they were looking for a life partner. There were a few promising prospects among the older married women but none responded to my advances.
Arun visited his parents during a festival week and came back with a horde of homemade sweets and snacks. He also had an important looking document with him which he said had to be given to his sister, Neeta, within a couple of days. Since he was going to be busy at work catching up from his days off, he requested me to go give it to her and get her signature on the documents ASAP.
That Monday morning I boarded a local train that took me close to Neeta's house. She was expecting me but when she opened the door, I immediately knew something was wrong.
"Oh, Hii Ramu. Come in," she said, without any enthusiasm.
I heard a male voice calling out from within the house.
"Hey, my breakfast is cold! I told you to keep it warm! Can't you just do as I tell you? Do you want me to repeat it a MILLION times? You know I don't like cold food. And why did you not iron the blue shirt? I am not going to wear this white one. Go iron the blue one and get it ready. Are my shoes polished?"
What the hell? Who the fuck was that? Was that her husband? The one she fell in love and got married to?
Neeta and I walked into the house and she tried to introduce me to him. "Hey Vishal, this is Ramu. We grew up together in Trichy and Delhi. I have talked about him many ..."
"OK. OK. Yeah, Yeah, " Vishal answered gruffly, just glancing at me.
Neeta added, "He and Arun are sharing a house in..."
"Fine. You have told it a hundred times before. Go get my blue shirt ready quickly. Hurry! I have no time. The car will be here any second!"
Neete picked up his place to reheat his food. At this Vishal shouted again, "Hey, where are you going? I NEED MY SHIRT!"
"I .. I thought you wanted your food warm...," Neeta stammered.
"OH forget the food now. What can I do? I will eat it cold. My fate. Because of your stupidity, look what all I have to endure!"
I looked at Neeta and said, "Hey Neeta, let me handle the food." I took the plate into the kitchen and warmed the food for Vishal and gave it to him. He started eating, but immediately started whining and complaining. "Oh oh.. Too much salt. She can never get it right! Damn! Fuck it!" He abruptly got up without finishing his food.
Just then Neeta came in with his ironed shirt and gave it to him. He grabbed it and as he put it on her said, "Too much salt again today. Can you not get it right? Hmmph! Are my shoes polished? The brown ones..."
I felt sorry for Neeta. And I did not want to see her in this situation. "Hey, Neeta," I said. "You know what? I have to go to our local office. I will come back during lunch and get the doc from you."
We both knew it was a lie, but she looked at me with a grateful smile and nodded.
I went across the street to a coffee shop and waited till Vishal's taxi took him away to the airport. Then I went back to her house. She was not surprised to see me.
"I am sorry you had to see all that bullshit this morning. He can be an asshole sometimes. Actually, all the time. Nowadays I am glad he is not at home. My next torture will begin on Friday when he comes back."
She looked at me with tears in her eyes. My heart melted.
I said, "Hey, Neeta. Let's go get some brunch in some place nice and have a good coffee. I think you need a break. C'mon, it will be fun."
She shook her head rather quickly. "No, I don't feel like it. Stay. I will cook something quick."
"No. No. I will help. Let's just chat for a bit then. We can cook together."
At this she brightened a bit. "OK!"
We sat down and started talking about our days in the South and in Delhi. We chatted for the most part of an hour but could not ignore the six-hundred pound gorilla in the room. I finally asked her, "Hey, Neeta. Why? Why him?"
"Ramu, how was I to know. He seemed nice and sweet in college. He comes from a good family - amma and appa approved. How quickly he changed. He wants me to be like his mother. He doesn't want me to work. What can I do?"
"Leave him," I said, too quickly, and surprised both of us.
'What!"
"I mean, if you are not happy. How long will you endure this?"
She said, quietly, "I don't know. Hopefully he will change..." And she drifted off.
We were quiet for sometime. And then she startled me by saying, "He doesn't want us to have kids." And then she looked up at me.
"What? Why? I mean, I don't know these things, but I thought it was natural.."
"I don't know. He just ...doesn't... want kids. What a waste..."
She got up and went to the kitchen, calling out to me, "Come Ramu, enough talk. Let's rustle up something to eat."
I had a thing for Neeta for as long as I remember. I was excited being alone and close to her in the confines of her kitchen. I didn't remember a time in the past when we were this close with no one else around. I was emboldened. My cock started responding to the scenes unfolding in front of me. She was still in her two piece pajamas. The top rode up her back as she bent down to pick up stuff from the shelves. Her bottom slid down and exposed her bright red colored boyshort panty. I ogled her to my heart's content and she was none the wiser. From the side I could see her bra cupping her magnificent tits and their soft tops and her cleavage as I looked down her T-shirt. Fantastic! She started sweating from the heat in the kitchen and I could see a thin line forming under her armpits. She didn't wear any perfume and the distinctive scent of female perspiration had my heart thumping fast.
We started cooking but things were not the same. I continued ogling her. I could not keep my eyes off of her. I got fantastic views of her body as well, her backside, the straps of her bra, down her top, her hips and waist, tight thighs and calves under her pants. Her dress was so tight around her ass that I got clear looks at her VPL more than once. Fuck!!
Little did I realize that she was going through the same emotions. I caught her looking at me a few times. And I was certain that she purposely went and stood behind me so I didn't catch her in the act.
We were done within an hour. Neeta said, "I need to shower before we eat. Give me, like, 10 minutes."
I heard her pottering busily in the bedroom and then the water running in the bathroom. I looked around her house. She had kept it clean and neat. Hall, kitchen, dining room - all clean and shiny. Suddenly, my eyes fell on a laundry basket kept just by the back door of her. It was full of clothes, all bunched up, and I guessed they were waiting for the maid to come and do the laundry. My heart skipped a beat. Fuck! I walked gingerly to the basket and yes!, it was full of colorful pieces of dresses that could only have belonged to a woman. I cocked my head and could still hear the water running in the bathroom.
I leaned down and pushed the first layer of clothes away. Lo and behold! Fucking Yes! Three or four brightly colored panties, all worn and crumpled and rolled up lying just ripe for the picking. I did not hesitate. I bent down and picked up the first two. It had to be Neeta's! I brought one up to my nose, still in its rolled up crumpled state. Heaven! Fuck Yeah!! The scent of cunt juices and piss went straight up into my head and I almost fainted. A new female panty to sniff after a fucking long time! I took the other one and repeated the process. My cock almost burst out of my pants. It was straining against the zipper of my slacks. Motherfucker! I had to jerk off or at least get these panties and rub my cock against them.
I looked around hurriedly. Where was the bathroom? Where can I go? I thought to myself as I inhaled the mucky odor from Neeta's panties. "What the hell, this room should do," I said, and pushed open the door to a small room. Fuck! This was her prayer room! Very small, very dark and smelling of incense and scented oils. "Can't help it," I cried out softly. My cock was bursting. It had smelled blood and would not take no for an answer. I unbuckled my pants, pulled down my underwear and freed my cock. It jumped straight up like a horse bolting from the starting gate. The head was shiny and purple and the foreskin had gathered neatly under the tip. I could still hear the water in the bathroom. I covered my thick dick with Neeta's panties and proceeded to stroke it slowly.
It was just before noon on a busy Monday morning, and here I was. In a small prayer room. Holding my friend's sister's panties and fantasizing and masturbating. I was aware of the intense pleasure the feeling of the panties on my cock gave me. But I was also aware of other sounds and smells. The sound of traffic from the road, the rosy smell of incense sticks still burning in the room. The sound of water from the bathroom where Neeta was taking a shower, and the slow, hissing sound made by Neeta's panties rubbing against my cock.
I switched panties. Memories of the summers in Delhi flashed in my mind. How many times had I masturbated with Neeta's panties in my room?! And now this again after some eight years! What a feeling! I slowed down and savored the way her gusset felt on the underside of my thick cock and the scent of her cunt from the panty I held to my nose. It was exhilarating! A little precum oozed from my dick and I let it drip on her panty.
