I used to imagine myself as a milkman. I used to wonder how deep I could look into her cleavage. Meera is adjusting her nighty since it's hard for the thin fabric to hold the heavy weight of her breasts. She might have forgotten to wear a bra because there would be no use for a bra at night. The bounce of her breast while she comes towards me, makes me thirsty for milk though I am a milkman. Her milk would taste so delicious while I would suck it. And after giving her milk, I'm paying attention to her walk. The way her hips away pump up my heart. The shape of the hips is so voluminous and round. My heart is stolen as I wanted to steal this moment.
A knock on the door pulled me out of deep thoughts. I wonder, who would be here at this time? I made myself presentable and opened the door. There was standing an apsara in a sleeveless red saree. I was just stuck in awe and could not say anything. There was silence as I was thrown into my deep being. Her voice broke my silence- we are going out to attend a marriage function and will come back in the morning. Can you please lock the gate from the inside, and keep the key with yourself? I nodded and I followed her toward the entrance gate. For the first time, I was witnessing her bare back in a backless blouse. The blouse was tied with thin lace from behind. She smiled while sitting in the car and they left.
It was independence day. So I went to celebrate independence day with friends in the early morning. And after spending quality time with friends I returned to my room to take a rest. As I opened the entrance gate, there was silence. I was expecting my landlord to play with the kid. It made me curious there is so much silence today. Since her kid used to make noise all the time and play here and there. The car was not parked so I thought they might have gone for a family outing. I sat on a chair as I assumed I'm the landlord right now since no one is there. I was sitting close to their bedroom window. I heard the noise coming out. I stood up and thought I should go inside my room. Since the real landlord is here. As was going towards my room upstairs, I heard the landlord's voice more loudly. The sound was unusual. I paid attention to the voice, and now I could hear it. Meera was moaning. It made me excited. Out of curiosity, I thought of watching them and having fun. I gathered courage as the sound of her now was louder and clearer. I tried to peek through the window, I could watch her on top naked. Her breast is bouncing as she is jumping on him. Her facial expressions were priceless. She was looking like a sex goddess in ecstasy. His hands spanking her hips as she was saying- you are so good, aaahhhh give me more. You should do it faster, my husband will be here within half an hour - she said. It shocked me. As I could not believe my ear I looked closely at who is with her. To my surprise, it was the milkman sucking her breast and the way he is handling her with grace and lust can be a good justification for cheating on his husband. The sweat made her body so tempting to watch. The way she is moving her hips round and up & down made me respect her more. I thought she is a woman who is a loving giver. As he squeezed her boobs and she bent forward to smooch him, I thought how enjoyable it would be if I'll replace milkman. I didn't take this situation as right or wrong, I thought life is the way it is. I was immersed deep in lust as they both were giving support and love to each other. They were celebrating true independence in some sense. As Meera was expressing herself by letting him enjoy the depth of her desires and wants. As they reach near orgasm, I felt the feeling of togetherness with them. Now they were laying on the bed side by side holding each other hands. I ran towards my room. And I stood near the window waiting milkman to come out. I saw him leaving the entrance gate with a joyous face.
