It was a hot June Saturday in Abu Dhabi, and I, Sandhya, was feeling particularly restless. My husband and kids were out of town for the weekend, leaving me alone in our apartment. I decided to take the day to relax and enjoy some much-needed me-time. Little did I know that this day would unfold into a hidden fantasy come true. I stepped out of the shower, wrapping my hair in a towel. I heard a soft knock on the door. Peeking out, I saw my neighbour, Prem, standing there with a sheepish smile. He often took the same elevator as me, and we would exchange friendly glances and occasional small talk. I felt a flutter in my stomach whenever our eyes met, and I suspected he might feel the same way. “Hi, Sandhya,” he said, his voice deep and smooth. “I hope I’m not disturbing you. I just wanted to check if you needed anything from the store. I’m headed there now.” I blinked, realizing I was still standing in the doorway, half-dressed, the cool air conditioning washing over my bare skin. “Oh, no problem at all, Prem. In fact, I was just about to make some lunch. Do you want to join me? It’s the least I can do to save you a trip.” I knew it was too forward of me. But something about the way he looked at me made me bold. Prem’s eyes lit up, and I could see the hunger in them. “That sounds lovely,” he said, stepping into the apartment. As he walked past me, his shoulder gently brushed against mine, sending a shiver down my spine. I led him into the kitchen, aware of his gaze on my body as I moved. I felt desirable. The knowledge that I was dressed only in a lightweight robe with nothing underneath sent a thrill through me. “So, what are we having for lunch?” Prem asked, leaning casually against the counter. I turned to face him, letting the robe fall open slightly, revealing a hint of cleavage. “Well, that depends,” I said, my voice low and suggestive. “Are you hungry for more than just food?” Without waiting for an answer, I closed the distance between us, reaching up to trace his jawline with my fingers. He leaned into my touch, his eyes burning with desire. Then I slid my hand down his chest, feeling the hardness of his muscle beneath my palm. “Mmm, I think I know what I’m hungry for,” he murmured, his lips inches from mine. I pressed my body against him, feeling the hardness of his erection against my stomach. With a soft moan, I tilted my head back, offering my neck to him. He wasted no time, raining kisses down my sensitive skin and nipping at me with his teeth. My hands fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, eager to feel his skin against mine. Finally, I managed to tear it open, exposing his chest. I traced the contours of his muscles with my fingertips, revelling in the contrast of his hard body against my softness. Prem’s hands roamed down my back, gripping my hips possessively. He lifted me onto the counter, spreading my legs to settle himself between them. I gasped as I felt his hardness press against my core through the thin material of my robe. “You feel so good,” he growled, grinding his pelvis against mine. I whimpered, arching my back, desperate for more friction. “Please, Prem,” I begged. “Don’t tease.” With a growl, he ripped open my robe, exposing my breasts. He captured one nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting gently. His hand teased the other. I cried out, my head falling back as pleasure washed over me. His hand slid down my body, tracing the curve of my waist before slipping between my thighs. He rubbed my clit through my soaked panties, making me buck my hips against his hand. “You like that, don’t you, Sandhya?” he whispered, his hot breath fanning my ear. “Yes,” I moaned, beyond shame or restraint. “But I want to feel you. All of you.” With fierce urgency, he yanked my panties aside and thrust two fingers into my wet heat. I cried out, my walls clenching around him as he pumped them in and out. He added a third finger, stretching me, filling me. His thumb rubbed relentless circles on my swollen clit. “Come for me, Sandhya,” he commanded, his voice hoarse with need. It was all the encouragement I needed. My body tightened like a coil, and I screamed his name as my orgasm crashed over me. Wave after wave of pleasure washed through me, reducing me to a quivering mess. But Prem wasn’t done. He scooped me off the counter, kicking my legs apart as he settled me back on my feet. Before I could catch my breath, he lifted me again, pressing me against the wall. My legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust into me, filling me. I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move. His thrusts were deep and powerful, sending sparks of pleasure through me with each impact. The slapping sound of our bodies echoed in the room, mingling with our heavy breathing and moans. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he grunted, his face contorted with ecstasy. I met his thrusts with my own, rising and falling with him, wanting to take him as deeply as possible. “Cum inside me, Prem,” I begged, my mouth seeking his, tasting myself on his lips. He nodded, his eyes squeezed shut as he chased his release. “Sandhya, I—” I silenced him with a kiss as I felt him explode inside me. His hot cum filled me up. We stayed like that, locked together, riding out the waves of our shared exam. Eventually, he lowered me to the floor, pressing gentle kisses along my neck. I snuggled into his chest, feeling content and sated. “Lunch definitely exceeded my expectations,” he murmured, stroking my hair. I smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction and fulfilment. “Same here,” I replied, looking up at him. “Care to join me for dessert?” His eyes darkened with renewed desire as he backed me towards the bedroom. “Lead the way, beautiful neighbour.” And as we fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, I knew that this hidden fantasy had only just begun.
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