Hi everyone, my good wishes to all. My name is Suraj, and I really enjoy writing and reading stories. What I like most is getting into other people’s lives and their imaginations.
Writing also gives me a lot of fun because I can share my own fantasies with others. Especially the kind of stories that don’t just get stuck in sex but give a real-life feeling. Behind all these imaginations, there is always some real-life character who inspires me to write this way.
I am 27 years old. I am a big fan of married and mature women. I have a habit of writing in detail, so my stories are a bit long. That’s why I will send them part by part.
In these stories, there will be more small and big teasing and flirting moments that happen in real life, rather than only sex. I think you will enjoy reading them more than regular sex stories. If that happens, it will make me happy too, and if I get your emails, it will encourage me to write further.
So let’s begin. This story is set in Vizag at Vizag Apartments. Many families live here. Where there are families, there will be lots of women — bhabhis, sisters, aunties and all. So you will get to read many interesting characters and their stories.
I have described all the characters in full detail, so you will enjoy reading it a lot. Now, let’s start the story.
Let’s Go To Vizag Apartments
PART 1: NEW CITY, NEW STYLE
Narrated by Akash
Hi, my name is Akash. I finished my M. Com and was travelling from Mumbai to Bangalore. After studying so much, I would take a break first and then start looking for a job, because there were no openings right now. Actually, I had never been to Bangalore before.
I have one cousin brother, Rakesh, who stays here. He has his own flat. His marriage happened long ago, but because of my exams, I couldn’t attend the wedding. Till today, I have never seen his wife, my bhabhi.
My train was supposed to arrive early in the morning. So the previous night itself, I took the full address from Rakesh bhaiya. I was thinking what I would say if bhaiya asks why I didn’t come to the wedding. I was also thinking about bhabhi.
My mom and dad had gone to the marriage and told me that Bhabhi is very beautiful. Rakesh bhaiya is really lucky because she talks nicely with everyone and she also has a good job.
I was eagerly waiting to meet them. The journey was 18 hours long. The whole night I kept playing games on my phone as there was no network. I don’t remember when I fell asleep. At five o’clock, the pantry staff woke everyone with loud “Chai… Chai…” calls.
I woke up. Still, two hours were left. I tried to sleep again, but couldn’t. When the train reached Vizag station, I switched on my phone, took the address and took an auto.
Sitting in the auto, I smoked one cigarette. The place was quite far, and even the auto driver didn’t know the route well. After searching for almost one hour, I finally reached Vizag Apartments. It was on the 16th floor.
It was 8 a.m., and the apartment was completely silent. I rang the doorbell. No one came at first. I rang again. After two to three minutes, the lock opened, and one fair hand came out holding a vessel, signalling me to take it.
I knocked and said, “Hello.” Then she opened the door a little. She looked like an angel who had just woken up — no makeup, open messy hair, she looked beautiful like a fairy from heaven. I was totally lost. Her soft voice, “Haan boliye?” brought me back.
I said, “Ji, I am Akash. Is Rakesh bhaiya there?”
She said, “Aww, Akash! One minute…”
She removed the chain and opened the door fully. “Rakesh told me you were coming.”
As soon as the door opened completely, I was stunned again. She was wearing a long shirt that reached only to her mid-thighs. Her fair legs were clearly visible. It looked like she was wearing just that shirt. She was barefoot, which made her look even more attractive.
She asked, “So which train did you come by?” I controlled my eyes and said, “Rajdhani Express. That’s why I reached so early.” She smiled, “Rakesh told me you are coming today, but I didn’t expect you this early.”
I said, “Sorry, if I knew I would reach this early, I would have taken another train.” She laughed, “Arre, why sorry? The milkman also comes around this time. I thought it was him.”
She started walking ahead, and I followed her, staring at her fair legs from behind. She suddenly turned and asked, “Do you know who I am?” I said, “Yes, you are Rakesh bhaiya’s wife.”
She laughed, “Haha! At least you know that. But do you know my name? You didn’t come to our wedding.”
I said, “I had exams, so only mom and dad came.”
She turned again suddenly. I quickly looked away from her legs. After a moment, she asked, “Do you know my name?”
I said, “Sorry, I don’t remember. I saw it in the card but forgot.”
She said, “How are you like this? You don’t even know your bhabhi’s name? My name is Shobha. Don’t forget it.”
As soon as she said bhabhi, I felt a current. I replied, “Okay, bhabhi, I won’t forget now.”
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She said, “Oye, call me by my name. ‘Bhabhi’ sounds too typical.”
I said, “Not by name. You are an elder. If bhaiya hears, he will kick me.”
She laughed and jokingly pulled her collar up, which made her shirt rise higher and showed more of her thighs. “Inside the house, you can call me bhabhi in front of Rakesh, but outside, don’t say it.”
Seeing her thighs, there was movement in my pants. I was wearing only track pants with no underwear, so my half-hard dick started showing. I quickly sat on the sofa to hide it.
But she gave a small smile. Maybe she noticed. Shobha said, “Okay, you sit. If you want to freshen up, the bathroom is there. Rakesh will wake up soon. I will keep this vessel here. If the milkman comes, take the milk. I am going to change.”
She went to her room and closed the door. I heard laughing sounds from inside. Probably, Bhaiya had woken up. Soon, the doorbell rang. Shobha shouted from inside, “Akash, it must be the milkman. Take the milk.”
I took the vessel and opened the door. The milkman asked who I was. I told him I am Rakesh’s brother. He reminded me of the pending payment of 8 months. I kept the milk in the kitchen.
Their house was nice — big living room, big kitchen, three bedrooms and a large balcony with a good view of the city. From their room, I could hear laughter and soft talking. I felt like some husband-wife romance was also going on.
Then the room door opened, and Shobha came out wearing a full nighty. She still looked very hot. The nighty had a slit on one side, so her legs were visible when she walked.
She saw me staring and asked with her eyes what had happened. I said nothing.
While going to the kitchen, she asked, “So, Akash, how do you like the house?”
I said, “Very nice, Bhabhi, super ra. What’s the rent?”
Shobha: “It’s 23,000 per month.”
I said, “So much?”
Shobha: “Yes, but we have all amenities — no power cut, swimming pool, gym, park.”
I said, “Wow, swimming pool also?”
Shobha: “Yes. Do you swim? You look like you go to the gym.”
I said, “Yes, bhabhi, we are from a coastal area, swimming comes naturally.”
By then, Bhaiya came out in shorts and a vest and asked, “So, Akash, how was the journey?”
We talked for some time. Bhabhi brought tea, and while bending to keep it on the table, her cleavage was clearly visible. She smiled and said, “Dewar ji, will you just keep looking or taste and tell how my dudh ki chai is?”
It sounded double-meaning. When I looked surprised, she laughed and said, “Arre, it’s tea with milk only. What did you think?”
Bhaiya also laughed loudly.
Then bhabhi said, “You both talk. I will make breakfast.”
Later, Bhaiya told me he was going to the office and asked Shobha to show me my room. After bhaiya left, only Shobha and I were left in the house.
She sat on the sofa opposite me, crossed her legs, and the slit of her nighty opened up, giving a good view of her thighs. She switched on the TV and played a music channel.
Suddenly she asked, “So Akash, do you have any girlfriend?”
I said, “No, bhabhi.”
She smiled, “Why? You look smart. Tell me how many girls you have impressed till now. Or do you have a half girlfriend?”
I felt shy. She kept teasing me, and while talking, she moved her nighty a little higher and started scratching her thigh openly.
Later, when a song with Jacqueline came, she asked, “She has sexy legs, right?”
I was shocked that Bhabhi is talking like this. She noticed my reaction and laughed.
Then she looked at me with naughty eyes and said, “I know you are not as innocent as you are showing. From the moment you came, you were staring at my legs more than my face.”
I got caught. After some hesitation, I accepted, “Yes, bhabhi, you look very beautiful… actually very sexy.”
She laughed, “So you like my legs?”
I said, “Yes, I like them a lot and want to see them again and again.”
Shobha laughed loudly, “Okay, enough talking. Let’s go to the gym, it will get crowded. I like it when men stare at me in the gym. It makes me feel sexy and beautiful.”
I said, “So you liked it when I was staring at you?”
She winked, “Did you think I was giving you a free show for nothing? Wait and see, I will make you go crazy.”
She went to her room to change. She didn’t close the door fully this time. After five minutes, she came out wearing tight gym wear — a tight top and shorts. The clothes were so tight that they looked like she was wearing nothing underneath. No bra or panty lines were visible.
She started stretching in front of me, showing her body. When she bent, her ass was pointing towards me. I was openly staring now. I said, “Wow, bhabhi, what a maal you are looking!”
She laughed, “Maal? Really? Like hot sexy bhabhi in your eyes?”
I said, “Yes, exactly like Savita Bhabhi from episodes 20 and 30. Pure pataka.”
Shobha: “Aww, Savita Bhabhi? So you also read those comics?”
I said, “Yes, I am a big fan. I have all episodes.”
She smiled and said, “Okay, we will talk about that later. Now let’s go to the gym before Mishra aunty comes with her group.”
I followed her, enjoying the view of her tight shorts and swaying ass.
End of Part 1
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