Sexy Indian Married Neighbor

I am Alex. I live in Vancouver, Canada in a nice multicultural suburb.

It was a Saturday morning in May. A gorgeous day. I’d been for an early run and as I arrived home, Vineeta, the next door neighbor, was waving at me. She wasn’t waving a good morning kind of greeting, it was definitely a wave that asked if I could go over and talk to her. I slowed and approached. “Hi Alex, how are you….?” She began.

Vinita was an attractive Indian woman of about 36 years old, with nice tits and a naughty smile constantly playing on her face. I had never dated anyone other than white girls, so she was a bit of a curiosity to me. She was married with two kids, though, so in my mind, she was a bit off-limits.

I suppose I am polite, friendly, and have an easygoing manner about me. I have a software consulting business so I work from home a lot. I am also into sports and second, sometimes third base foreplay.

I had met Vineeta’s husband on a few occasions. He seemed pleasant enough. He left the house early each day in formal clothes and came home late most days with a scowling face and disheveled hair. He drove a nice car, she drove a smaller one.

At weekends they’d have occasional parties, they’d have their share of visitors and they generally seemed to have a nice set of Indian couple friends. It seemed then as if they had a typical middle class life style much like everybody else in our suburb.

On this day, Vineeta seemed to be asking me for some help and, being a helpful chap, I was happy to oblige. She’d had a dresser delivered that was sitting in the first bay of their garage and she wanted to ask if I could help her husband take it into the house. She smiled when I offered my assurance that I’d be happy to help but looked dissapointed when I said I’d get showered and come straight back over to her house. That wouldn’t work for her. Her husband had to go to office shortly, could I do please help right now? Sure, why not, I said.

Her husband showed up and explained the plan. We shook hands and got on with the job. We started by unwrapping the plastic that was wrapped around the thing and removed some protective corner pieces.

I went to grab one end as he approached the other. She interrupted us and asked us to remove the drawers before taking it inside. He told her we could manage it with the drawers in place. She basically insisted that it was going to be done her way “Take the drawers out Ankush because I don’t want them sliding out and falling down the stairs.” She had raised her voice slightly and her husband seemed to get a clear message. I silently agreed that it was of course better to start removing the drawers.

The drawers each had a safety catch at the back. It took five minutes for her husband to realize this and he was fuming and sweating as he tried to pull out the top drawer, moving onto another one when he couldn’t slide it out. It was Vinita who leaned into look and suggested that he “twist that little thing downwards and maybe it’ll come out.” It did. So did all the others. He looked at his watch before taking hold of his end of the dresser.

“Ankush, just get the dresser into the bedroom, go to your office and I’ll put the drawers in myself, ok.” He was okay with that.

The thing was heavy. Ankush was getting more annoyed with each backward step. I offered to go first but he said it was ok and after that I did not want to speak and interrupt his progress. I concentrated on holding my end up and staying out of their issues. Finally we had it in the bedroom and as Ankush set it down his arm went to his lower back as if there was some kind of injury there. He seemed to think better of making any announcement and he looked at Vinita to ask if his work was done. She thought for a while, looked at him, looked at the dresser, back at him and said “yes, you can go to your precious office now.”

As he left I slid the thing into position against the wall. She became a friendly, smiling, happy lady. She was nothing at all like the woman that had been in the house up to the point that the husband had left.

Eventually it seemed to be in exactly the spot she wanted it. Opposite the end of a king sized brass bed. Beneath and perfectly centered with a huge ornate mirror. She smiled and asked my opinion. Apart from wondering why she’d care what my opinion was. I paused and looked at her briefly before looking back at the dresser. “It’s perfect” I told her. She was happy and said she’d start bringing up the drawers. I offered to help and she accepted my offer.

She sprang downstairs and headed off to the living room as I approached the garage.

I picked up two drawers and was heading back towards the stairs as the music started. She smiled as she bounced towards the garage. It occurred to me that I was now alone with an exotic and an attractive woman.

I took the drawers upstairs and installed the first two. As I was leaving the bedroom Vinita brushed by me on her way in with one drawer. She smiled as we crossed just inside the doorway.

On reentering the room with two more drawers I noticed that she had made a start on filling the drawers. I also noticed a pile of panties and bras on the bed. Some stuff was already in the top drawer. “Shall I just leave these here for now?” I asked.

“Yes please Alex, I am so excited to have this dresser.” She smiled at her announcement and I think I managed to reply “it’s really nice.”

As I descended the stairs for the last drawer I thought that perhaps I should show a bit more enthusiasm, be a little more friendly.

The best I could manage was “wow, it looks even better with the drawers in.” She smiled again.

“Alex, would you please move that rocker over to the other corner.” She touched my arm, pointed and her request was clear.

“My pleasure” I said, as my conversational skills kicked in.

I placed the rocker in the assigned corner and as I turned in stride my upper groin met firmly and swiftly with the big brass knob on the top of the bed frame. I gasped and doubled up in pain practically collapsing to my knees. She was by my side in a split second, asking what happened, encouraging me to lay back. My explanation and pointing along with her own assessment led her to believe that ice was called for. She asked if I could make it onto the bed. I could with her help. I lay flat besides her piles of lingerie and she left the room for ice.

In her absence it dawned on me that I was laying on a nice bed, about to be attended to by a pleasant woman and my pain subsided somewhat.

Vinita seemed quite concerned. She arrived back in the bedroom with an arm full of towels and a bowl of ice. She asked me to point to the spot. I did but a tad closer to my cock than the real epicenter of my pain.

“You’ll have to slip your shorts off Alex.”

“Okay.” I grimaced.

I undid the knotted chord, lifted my butt and grimaced again as I hooked my fingers into the waistband. “Oh stop. Let me help you.” She noticed my pain.

“I feel so terrible, first you carry that dresser practically all by yourself, I didn’t let you go shower, then you hurt yourself moving the rocker. I’m so sorry Alex.” Her sequence was off but the concern and guilt seemed genuine.

“It’s okay Vinita.”

She had taken a grip on my shorts and asked me to lift up just a little. I did as instructed. She left a towel over my groin and slid My shorts and briefs down to my ankles. She giggled and apologized for not taking off my sneakers first. As she looked at me I recognized her sexy, flirtatious smile. I couldn’t have verbalized it then but the recognition was clear.

Somewhere inside my basic sense of masculinity and deep amongst all the things should appeal to it, I recognized this woman as more than she had previously been. She was now an object of intense desire.

She removed my running shoes and dropped the clothes on the floor behind her.

“Let’s see now, and tell me you won’t be shy.”

“No, I won’t be shy.” I slid the towel to my right as she approached from the left. She could surely see the profile of my cock and balls.

“Show me where it hurts” as I moved my hand towards the pain she continued “oh no don’t move, I can see where it’s bruising. Oh, I feel terrible.” She repeated herself but I’d decided that the best I could do for myself was to let her convince herself of her guilt in all this.

She placed her fingers on my groin and asked me to let her know when it hurt. She moved around a little, gently pressing. My most pained tightening came as she got closer to my cock which twitched rather violently as her finger tips pressed within an inch or so of its base.

“Oh good Alex” she paused “at least that’s not broken” she smiled up at me with raised eyebrows as her fingers continued their movement. I was no longer responsible for my cock.

What I wanted to say was something along the lines of ; Vinita why don’t you just suck my cock and then let me fuck you and it would feel really good to fuck you, but that’s not what came out. “No, it’s still working I think, that feels good Vinita.” Which wasn’t bad at all.

Her fingers moved closer to my cock.

“Feels great, actually”. She smiled at me as I spoke.

Her left hand continued to touch softly close to my expanding cock as she reached down for some ice. It was a jolt when the ice hit my groin but her fingers circled my cock at exactly that moment and my gasp was for both events.

She skated the ice cube around my groin as she began stroking my cock “Does that feel good Alex?” Her eyes switched from my face to my cock. It was as big as it was going to get now and had it not been for her hand it would have rested flat and hard with its head at my navel.

“Yessss, that feels really good. I mean, er, really awesome.”

This wasn’t a fumbled zipper experience in the front seat of a Jeep with a girl that didn’t have a clue of how much a cock can appreciate some gentle handling. I was clearly in the hands of someone experienced.

The ice melted and dripped slowly along the groove between groin and thigh “Oh, the ice is melting” her finger chased the rivulets down that same crease and repeatedly dragged the drops upwards. Scathing my ass and balls as her left hand continued its caresses.

She looked at me again, for longer this time, still stroking my cock very tenderly, a smile creased her lips and her eyes widened. Her head was moving towards my cock before her gaze left mine. I wanted to hold the gaze until she couldn’t and I wanted to lean back as she swallowed me whole but it didn’t quite go that way.

She poked her tongue tenderly at me. She dipped in and stabbed me with its stiff, soft wetness, she smiled back in search of an expressive reaction which came naturally as one of extreme pleasure. She toyed with me, played with me, tormented and tasted me, slowly and lovingly. She labored on her work, certain she knew that she was doing to me what had never been done before.

She let me throb in her soft grip as she stared back beyond my misty eyes and into my mind. She swooped again and took me softly between her lips, she wet me and sucked on the very tip. She was playing with me as a well fed cat might play with a live mouse. She looked again, smiled again and leaned away from me. She moved from the bed, and slowly, very fucking agonizingly slowly, stripped naked.

Her body was great. Gorgeous curves. My desire grew even more intense.

She slid over my body and tugged my shirt off, She leaned in and kissed me, flattening my cock between our bellies. She sucked and licked my lips, her tongue encouraged my own to dance, she grazed my teeth, she licked and nibbled my ears, she breathed on my neck and whispered things I’d never heard as she ran her fingers through my hair. She reached between us and found me. She leaned back keeping her weight off me and she took my cock in her hand. She lifted it as she lifted herself. She put me to her hairy pussy. I reached a hand for her breasts and she pushed me away “later” she said.

She put my cock inside the entrance to her sex. She lifted and lowered, she clutched my cock inside her and fell still lower until she was as full as I could make her. She gripped me there and gave me a feeling that could never have been imagined.

From that point she moved harder and faster with her palms flat against my chest. She fucked me, that’s all, it was a ride she needed and it was the most perfect feeling. The wetness, the warmth, the tightness and the sensations that come with that sensual bombardment were more than I could stand and my cock exploded harder and for longer than I had ever thought possible.

She screamed as my cock pumped itself into her and she slammed down harder bringing back memories of my sore groin. I was in a state of amazement at her intense fucking.

Eventually she slowed “God that was so good Alex”

“It was, wasn’t it”

“It was fantastic.”

“Wow, Alex, you have the most fantastic cock.”

“I do?”

“It’s absolutely awesome” She had stilled and seemed to be somewhere in a state between relaxation and a loud, happy scream.

“Er, no, nobody ever mentioned it.”.

“Well you do.”

“Do you want to do this again sometime?”

“Oh absolutely Alex, but do keep it a secret.”

“Of course. It was nice.”

“Yes, it was amazing.”

And that’s how it came to be. My first fuck with a non-white woman. We fucked regularly for about a year, after which, I have moved into another suburb in a bigger house.

Any married women in the Vancouver/Seattle area who want some good company, please feel free to contact me at [email protected].