My Hot Cook – Part 1

Hello everyone, my name is Rohan. Though I have been reading stories for 2-3 years on ISS, this is the first incident I am sharing here. My age is 25 and I am 6 feet tall with an average built body. Recently I shifted to Delhi in connection with a project work. This incident happened 2 months ago.

I rented a 2BHK apartment in Dwarka as it was cheaper and near my office. My apartment was on the 3rd floor and it was a completely residential building with families in all the apartments. I often go out for jogging or walk early morning. It had just been a week since I moved and one day when I was returning from my jog at 7:00 am, there was a young lady ringing a doorbell on the 2nd floor.

She was dressed plainly in a salwar kameez. She had a voluptuous figure and was a little bit plump in the abdominal area. As I was climbing the stairs, she took a look at me. Our eyes were in contact for a few seconds and then she shifted her gaze to my crotch area and kept staring till I had my back towards her and climbed up. I thought maybe I saw too much and imagined her checking me out!

The next day I deliberately matched my timings to coincide with her arrival. This time the same routine followed but even I had a good look at her assets. She was beautiful. And I had an instant hard-on. I have a girlfriend back in my hometown and I had never eyed any girl when I was with her because I never felt like that. We used to have sex regularly. But away from her and deprived of sex, maybe my loyalty wavered.

I was curious about her but I didn’t have the guts to approach her as it was a new place and I didn’t want to risk any issues. I have been very discreet about my relationships since my high school days. Being a topper and well known to my fellow students, I used to maintain the straight guy image. If you look at me you would never believe that a guy like me could have such wild intentions. And I always took benefit of that to get laid now and then.

Anyways coming back to the story, I was attracted physically towards her but was waiting for a way to approach her or know about her. Luckily my neighbors who were a nice couple with a 3-year-old kid invited me to the dinner that weekend.

We had a decent chat and they suggested me to hire a cook to get home food rather than eating from tiffin daily. They gave me the reference of a Priyanka bhabhi who cooks for a family on the 2nd floor. I connected the dots and realized who the lady was and what her name was.

The very next morning the same thing happened. But I gave a smile and asked her, “Kya aap Priyanka bhabhi ho?” to which she was taken aback and replied, “Haan” in a reluctant manner. I asked her if she could cook food for me as I was a bachelor etc. She agreed and we decided to start from the next day itself after finalizing all the details regarding the time and payment.

Next morning she gave a big smile when we met as I was climbing up and told me she will come by 8 after cooking for that family. I replied ok and went up. Later, when I just stepped out of the bathroom after a bath when the doorbell rang. I opened the door and there she was. She didn’t expect me only in a towel and stared at me quite desperately.

Then she quickly found her way to the kitchen without a word. I figured out she was shy of my condition and I put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.

The kitchen in my flat is a very small one with hardly any space for 1 person to spread arms, a small sink, and a 2 feet platform. Also, the groceries and flour have to be kept on a shelf that is high about my height. So she asked me what kind of food I liked and what was to be made. I was, however, staring at her breasts. Being in my home, I felt quite confident and shameless in checking her out the way she used to do to me.

She was around 5’8″, wheatish complexion, 34C boobs (I got to know her bra size later on) and average ass. But she had a beautiful face, oval and long, long hair and a deep voice that reflected her personality.

She was wearing a light pink salwar kameez with a deep round neck and a dupatta. The strong musk perfume was quite evident. I did not realize when exactly I had a hard-on or if it was visible in just shorts or whether she had taken any notice of it.

Then I went inside the kitchen standing just 6-7 inches away from her as there was no extra space. I showed her where everything was, from spices and condiments to flour etc.

We were so close that I could feel her body heat radiating and her breathes getting deeper. I immediately went away then. She stared at me and I just gave her a smile and told her to be as quick as possible because I had to leave for the office by 9:30. She said, yes yes and started chopping vegetables and cooking.

Meanwhile, I went to the hall and had a newspaper in hand. Thinking only of her body and scent and how I desperately wanted to fuck her, I had a full hard-on.

Meanwhile, the milk that I had asked her to boil was done and she shouted: “Bhaiya doodh ka kya karu? Mug mein daal ke de doon?” I said no and went there because I drink coffee. She was sauting onions so couldn’t leave her place. And the coffee and sugar jars were placed on the shelf directly above the stove.

So I went ahead and extended my arm to reach for it. My hard-on pressed against her ass and she took a deep breath in. I noticed that and stayed put that way. I took 5 minutes to make the same coffee that would normally take only 1 minute. The entire time I was rubbing my cock on her ass and she didn’t even move away or make a noise but behaved as if nothing happened. This was a signal but I decided to act otherwise.

I stopped and went away sipping my coffee. After a few minutes, she again called me, “Bhaiya, aata (flour) ka dabba bohot uppar hain. Utar dijiye.”

This time I pressed my cock hard against her ass and my chest against her back. I told her, “Hilna mat dabba bahot bhaari hain kahi gir na jaye mere haath se” (the flour container is very heavy so don’t move or it might slip away from my hands). And I pressed her so hard that she had to take support on the platform and was biting her lips.

I was sniffing her bare neck and she aligned her face towards me. I left the flour container as it was on the shelf and instead wrapped my arms around her belly from behind and started kissing and biting her bare neck.

She started gasping and making sounds as she was excited and pressed my head against her neck with one hand and grabbed my buttock by twining her other hand behind me.. As I proceeded towards her earlobes, she started moaning and hissing.

I will continue it in the coming parts.

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