Survey Girl And Me In A Hot Afternoon – Part 1
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Hello Readers! I’m 23, athletic build, 5’11’ tall and very well endowed. This is my first story on ISS. The incident took place about a year ago. I will be writing the sequels in a few days time. Contact me at: [email protected] The incident I am now going to talk about took place about 2 years ago in the summer. It was my second year of college and after my semester we have about a month’s holiday. It was like any other hot and sticky afternoon in the city of Kolkata. My dad runs a business and my mom also helps him with it at times. It was those days when the work pressure for dad was too much and mom went to help him with the work. As a result I was left home alone the whole day. After having lunch I was watching the television and the heat and the humidity was making me feel more and more tired. I almost drowsed and fell asleep. All of a sudden I was woken up by the ring of the bell. I picked myself up somehow and managed to go to the balcony (I was on the first floor) to check who it was. A lady was standing there with some files clasped in her hands. I had just woken up from my sleep and I could hardly make out what she was saying. The only thing I could make out was “can you come downstairs, please?” I grabbed a t-shirt and put it on and went down. We live in a two-storied house with the dining and dad’s office downstairs and the bed rooms on top. I opened the door to see this young lady, possibly in her mid-twenties. She was fair, more or less; her hair was pulled back in a short pony tail. She was wearing a white shirt with light grey trousers. She was about 5’6” tall, slim and her face had the corporate touch. “I’m here for a survey for this product, how old are you?” “I’m 22”, I said. “Very well, do you smoke?” she asked. “Not really, I’ve never liked it much” “Ah, then I don’t have much to ask you,” she replied with a sense of disappointment of having to find out another person for this survey in this heat. I could see she was sweating bullets from her forehead and she was trying hard to keep her face presentable. I asked her if I could get her some water. She nodded and I asked her to come and sit inside while I get some water. I went to the kitchen and got a glass of water for her. She gulped it down the whole glass in like three seconds. I turned on the fan speed and told her she could sit here for a while, dry off and then leaved. She hesitated at first but finally she give into the comfort. I turned on the AC and went to the kitchen to fetch another glass of water for her. This time I pulled out some mango squash, making one for the both of us. It took me about a few minutes and once I pushed the door and went inside I saw her turn the other way quickly while fixing her buttons of the shirt. I could guess that she might have undone a few buttons and drying the sweat off herself in the AC. I gave her the glass of juice and without making an eye contact she took it. To ease the situation I told her its fine if she wants to relax in here. I can go to another room. I could sense a bit hesitation in her voice. As I was starting to walk out of the room she stopped me and told me that I didn’t need to go. I said, “Hi, I’m Neel” She smile and reached out her hands and said “I’m Preeti.” I told her she can be the way she feels comfortable in here. She asked me if she could undo a few button in her shirt for a while. I told her she can do that and I left the room. After I went out I had these two voices inside me telling me to go and have a peek at her boobs and the other part which was saying that I could be in a hell lot of trouble. Her formal pants were making her butt look more prominent and I could make out the lining of her panties. She has nice tight butt and a good handful of boobs. I could feel blood rushing through my head and I was starting to grow a boner. In a few minutes a nice and big tent formed in my pants. I had no way of softening it down thus I decided to put the elastic in waist over the hardened cock so that I stays fixed to my stomach. It was the only way I could suppress it. I knocked on the door and let myself in. She was standing in front of the Ac with her back turned towards me. I could guess that she had most of the buttons open and her hair was undone too. But this time she did not rush to gather herself. She said, “Oh you’re back already?” and she started to button herself one by one, slowly this time. While she was doing that she turned towards me and did the last two. I could clearly see her ample cleavage from her light pink push-ups. She knew that I had seen her, maybe she wanted me to. She had a much more confident look this time and asked me to sit. Just when I sat, my almost fully erect cock slipped under the elastic and freed itself to much of my embarrassment. I could not make out if she had seen this. But the very next thing she said to me caught me off guard. “Can you please lower the temperature of the AC?” Since the remote control was not working, I had to get up on the couch and manually do it. There was no possible way to stand there on the sofa without letting her see my hard on. I got up from the chair slowly with my left arm still attached with my body to suppress the hard on. It was an awkward pose but I had no other option either. I climbed on the couch, and then on the back rest of the couch, I used my right had to hold on to the window grills and finally I had to use my left to press the AC button. Just as I removed my left hand, my cock sprang up, with full glory. She was sitting just a foot from on the very same couch. I could not look down. Just when I was lowering the temperature down from 25 to 16, I could feel a hand on my lower calf muscles and slowly creeping up my leg. I could hear my balls pumping and fluids gushing inside my cock. Survey Girl And Me In A Hot Afternoon – Part 1