All these years, my abode was my dad's apartment. Being the only child, the apartment belonged to me by default. But life changed a lot in the last five years. I'm thirty five and still single. Since my mother died eight years ago, dad was a lonely ape needing a life partner who could stimulate him intellectually and physically. This restless ape's mentee turned out be an ideal match. My dad, a university professor was grooming Rithika. Rithika was a junior professor- divorcee and already had a son from her ex-husband. Both the academicians seemed to be aware of the consequences, especially the children issue, including any future property dispute. Hence, the decision taken to overcome this impending complication was that, Rithika my step-mom would stay with my dad and her son would live in a hostel. I would move to a new apartment, which dad purchased recently. This would be my inheritance. The message was clear that the apartment that I've been living so far- would belong to him and his new wife. The deal seemed fair as I would be getting other perks, like a nominee for his life insurance policy and the interest, bonus etc. Furthermore, my mother's savings and the jewelleries would be mine.
The marriage was a low profile with few guests, mostly the old commies and comrades that my Marxist dad knew for ages. After the marriage, I moved to my new home. According to the media report, this place is the safest colony in the entire city. The apartment previously belonged to an Army veteran who had moved to another city for good. The government granted the entire place to Ex-service men and army veterans, but few apartments were either rented or sold to other civilians. The gated community provided all the facilities that a single woman would require. Although it seemed isolated from inside but there was enough bustling outside with plenty of restaurants, malls, and supermarkets. It was neither the center nor the outskirt of the city. The location was at the periphery of the military zone where cadets training takes place.
It didn't take much time to build some acquaintances. Being a former air-hostess I was able to mingle easily with one of my neighbors who was a retired air force pilot in his 50's, now working for a private airlines and earning a fat paycheck. My other neighbor was a Chartered Accountant who seemed lost in his intellectual pursuit; undergoing an existential crisis. I heard about him through grapevine that he almost spends his free time watching documentaries or reading books. His bookshelf was loaded with Kafka, Camus, and Sartre. Although married he looked quite indifferent. The Recreation Park inside the colony would be flooded with children on weekends, and vacations. There was enough area around the colony to walk and enough greenery with plenty of trees and well-maintained lawn, which gave an aristocratic look.
The retired veteran and civilians are seen around in evenings either strolling or brisk walking. I'm particular about my fitness and do join them in brisk walks, even though blessed with a shapely body, I never allow fat to accumulate around my waist. My hourglass figure is a great attraction for the opposite gender. I've been religiously practicing Aerobics -- Squats and Squat jumps which keeps my 35 year old body in great shape. Most of my sexual escapades are with boys in their late teens or early twenties. And all the experiences I have shared in my previous stories, where you can also find plenty of details including my personal details and background.For now, a small introduction would be sufficient.My name is Ann and I'm a Bengali living in Hyderabad, a former air hostess currently working in an MNC .
Unlike my previous home and surrounding, this place seemed to be sober and puritanical --at least on a superficial level. For three months, I behaved like a Victorian spinster. But while taking brisk walk, I'd secretly glance at those young boys in their late teens playing cricket or soccer in the ground adjacent to B-block. My memory would take me back to all the naughty things I indulged in the last five years, all the youthful energy of teenagers unleashed on this shapely body. I'd have loved to invite these young-men to my apartment and allow them to unleash their lust and dirty fantasies on me. I'd relish the opportunity to be their whore, and if they prefer they can introduce their class mates and other friends outside the colony. Ah! But the colony people would certainly sabotage this fantasy. In fact those youngsters must be dating pretty young girls. They are the blue eyed fair and handsome north Indian from army background. Their father must be a high rank officer. The mother's maybe the pretty north Indian women .They will abhor if they find their teenage son seduced by a cougar. My fate would be like Shurpanakha, the sister of Ravana from the great Indian epic Ramayana.
But nothing could contain the exhibitionist in me, and very soon I was presented with an opportunity to unleash my kinky nature. It all started when Victor who lived in the same building started looking at me during my daily walks. Victor was a 24 something and disabled so it never bothered me even if he ogled. He was struck by polio during childhood and had crippled legs. He couldn't walk but that never hindered his daily activities; Victor could crawl his way to the apartment through the staircase. His room was on the first floor so that made things easy for him. If there was anyone at home,a friend maybe, they would fetch a wheelchair for him. Victor could drive a Moped Honda Activa with extra wheels. He could even change the oil, fix things, and do other small task like normal men. He was good-looking, and had the wretched polio not struck him he could be dating some beautiful young girl. Victor's father was a retired army officer his two brothers were in the army posted in some border area.
My first proper introduction to Victor happened when I lost my apartment key and I was all at sea— bewildered -- had no clue where to go. And there I saw Victor on wheel chair rushing towards me. He smiled and assured me that there is nothing to worry; and quickly climbed on his Moped and within ten minutes there was a key maker sitting behind him. He was super quick. No wonder people were right when they complimented about his contacts. He knew almost everyone around, and everyone was eager to help him. He was certainly a very resourceful person. In twenty minutes, the lock was open and a new key was handed to me. I paid the key maker his dues and expressed heartfelt thanks to victor.
After this timely help, Victor would meet me every day after my workout and brisk walk. He would be rushing on wheelchair towards the lawn where I normally sit and relax after my usual workout. For few weeks, I was like a therapist to him, because he would vent all his pains and frustrations to me. He shared his painful breakup with a Muslim girl and not getting many dates after that. Women normally sympathized with him because of his disability and he would take it in the wrong way. I mean that is what I felt. He spoke about the office politics. Victor worked as a Software Engineer in an IT company . He was a techie from an Army family; poor thing must be like a pariah. Victor wasn't his real name too. Before getting into IT he used to work in a BPO call center for American customers where his pseudo name was Victor. It was mandatory to keep an English name. Victor's real name was Vikram. He came from a North Indian Punjabi family. After he quit the call center, he preferred everyone calling him Victor.
One night I was returning home after usual partying. My friend Tina dropped me. I wasn't that drunk, had only a couple of breezers. It was half past twelve and while I was walking towards the building I could see Victor from the balcony ogling at me and also leering at my exposed legs. I wonder what he was doing outside at this unearthly hour. Ofcourse, I wasn't dressed like a decent middleclass Indian women. He must be thrilled watching me in A-line denim front -button miniskirt; way above my knees. I'm sure he must be tantalized watching my white crop top- which exposed my belly accentuating my curves. I took quick strides towards the elevator and pressed the button. The moment door opened, I was astonished to see Victor on wheelchair. I got into the elevator and he escorted me to the third floor.
When we reached the third floor, he smirked; and I said, "Hell! It was a party and I'm living in the most secured part of the city. I don't need an escort."
He replied, "Well! I missed you today."
I was taken aback for a moment by his innocence and said, "I'm sorry dear."- Poor thing had only one friend and it's only me with whom he can share his feelings.
I didn't want to be rude, so I dragged his wheelchair to my apartment and then started searching for keys in the purse.
He smiled and said, "I hope you haven't lost them again."
I replied, "Well, lightening never strike twice."
We entered the apartment and I folded his wheel chair and helped him ensconce on the laminated wooden chair.
I put my phone on charging and then we started some small talks. He kept flattering me, and incessantly praising my dress -- must have called me charming and beautiful several times in the short conversation. He showed keen interest in dating me and taking me to a nice restaurant. It would be weird dating for a 24-year-old disabled guy. He kept on flirting and I could only smile and laugh at it. Meanwhile, I switched on my desktop, not remembering that it had crashed recently due to some virus.
This was the moment when Victor intervened; besides flirting, he started diagnosing my desktop. He was a good techie and quickly gauged the problem, and told me that if possible he will get some CD's and other stuff, my desktop require formatting.
I asked, "What do you mean if possible?"
He looked around and whispered, "Everyone is sleeping, and I quietly sneaked out."
"Well! In that case your parents will be worried Victor go to bed and you can work on this tomorrow."
I helped Victor get on his wheelchair and escorted him to the elevator. I closed the door and kept thinking about Victor and all the flirting. It's hilarious the way he talks- no women would take him seriously no matter how serious his intentions are in dating and marrying a girl. I'm sure he would have faced the same issue had he been able bodied.
I quickly went to my bedroom, removed my skirt, and remained in white crop top and high-cut black panty. After twenty minutes, I heard some noise and came out of the room, and I see victor crawling towards the dining room. He was dumbfounded to find me in panty, and I was shit scared for few seconds. He was carrying a pouch around his neck, with some CD's.
The next moment Victor started apologizing and he must have said sorry a dozen times. He was embarrassed to find me in high-cut panty. Even though I was petrified, but I've been in this situation before. So it was more like, been there and done that.
I remained cool and asked him how he got in.
He replied, " I first knocked the door but you didn't hear, and I cannot ring the bell because it is too high. The door was not locked so I took a chance and entered. I'm really sorry."
"Oh! That's alright Hun."
I helped him climb the chair and within few minutes, he started trouble shooting.
He was rather delighted to find me moving around in panty, and every time kept stealing glances of my shapely body. When I came near him to check how the trouble shooting was going; his eyes were transfixed towards my panty around the pussy region and bikini line. He was checking on my shapely ass and salaciously eyeing at my curvy body. I knew he was undressing my tops and thinking about my boobs. He must be desperate to watch my pussy. I started loving the tease, but wanted to make it more fun and fill with suspense.
I quickly went to my bedroom and came out wearing the same denim skirt. Meanwhile, Victor finished the troubleshooting and uploaded all the browsers in my computer, including Google Chrome and Microsoft office. The moment he saw me in miniskirt, there was disappointment on his face. Maybe he was expecting something more or some extra teasing.
I thanked him, and he replied, 'It's okay' in a cold manner.
"What can I do for you hun?", I asked.
He grinned and replied, "You won't be able to do that."
"Why not?"
"Well! In that case why don't you show me your pussy? I've seen almost everything.
