It didn't take long to reach their destination as their SUV came to a halt.
A strong wave of nostalgia washed over Hamza as he gazed at his old house. It had been five years since he'd been there.
His Chacha's house was right next to theirs, with their rooftops connected. He used to sneak into their house as a kid, and his Dada would scold him for it. His Dada had always lived with Chacha.
Their house was surprisingly clean, though no one had lived there for five years. Apparently, his Chachi (Chacha's wife) had come to clean it that day and even prepared dinner for them.
It was nighttime. Hamza was in his room, lazing around. His parents had already turned in for the night. Left with nothing to do, he found himself thinking about women again. He wasn't a virgin--his first was a senior at his college. Nida, two years older than him, had been 18 when they met.
Nida was attractive, with full breasts and a plump ass. She always wore a salwar kameez and dupatta (an Indian dress), which made her ass stand out even more.
They had given their virginity to each other and had lots of sex throughout the year, until Nida graduated and left college. Their first time was at her friend's place. What began as passionate lovemaking gradually escalated into rough, intense sex.
His cock twitched as he recalled every sinful detail of that night. Slowly, he slid his hand into his trousers, fingers wrapping around his cock, already semi-hard. Closing his eyes, he started stroking himself. A memory came back--how he used to masturbate in this same bed as a younger boy. As he stroked, he recalled the woman he fantasized about most: his Hindi teacher, Anjali.
She was hands down the hottest woman he'd ever seen. From her soft, rosy lips to the captivating shape of her figure, wrapped in a black saree, her pallu shielding her modesty. His favorite part of her body had to be her gravity-defying breasts--the biggest pair he'd ever seen.
He was fully hard now. He wasn't worried about someone walking in; his parents were most likely asleep. Slipping his cock out of his trousers, he began stroking with growing intensity. His cock was above average in size and much thicker. He imagined her tits, her hardened nipples visible through her blouse, her creamy cleavage whenever her pallu slipped as she reached for something, the swell of her juicy ass when she bent over. His thoughts blurred, lost in a rush of arousal.
His movements quickened as his mind was overtaken by lust. With a deep groan, he climaxed, overwhelmed by fantasies of her.
Hamza took a moment to catch his breath and collect himself as the last wave of desire faded away. He pondered whether she was still teaching at his old school. "Perhaps they'll run into each other soon," he thought. With that hope lingering, he drifted off to sleep.
