When I got out of the car, he looked towards me. I didn’t look at him yet, but I could see he was checking me out from the corner of my eyes, from head to toe. ‘Can he be someone I was hoping he is?’ I decided to test him. I dropped my keys on the road ‘accidentally’ and bent down to pick them up. My toned ass was facing him. I took my time picking them. But I knew he was checking me out again. I could feel his eyes on my body.
Without standing up straight, I turned my head towards him and caught him glancing at my bum. “Hello,” I greeted.
He averted his eyes to mine and replied, “Hello there! I am your new neighbour, Rohan.”
“I am Veena.”
I stepped closer to him. He was inside the compound, leaning against the gate. As I got closer, I could see his ripped arms. He definitely gave me a bad boy vibe as I went closer to him. I wondered what those hands could do to me if I’d let him.
We chatted for a while. He is a final year fashion technology graduate student from a nearby college. He briefly mentioned that he was also a photographer and a model sometimes. All the while, he kept checking me out, quite blatantly at that.
“Veena, you look stunning. You could be a model if you wanted to. Let’s plan a photoshoot sometime.”
I blushed a little. He kept complimenting me, and my cheeks flushed pink, like a teenage girl.
“Your husband is a lucky guy to be with a dynamite body like yours. Damn! I envy him,” he continued.
It made me feel good. This guy is quite charming, showering me with all these compliments. Before we left, we exchanged numbers.
“Let me know if I could be of any help to you, Rohan. Feel free to ping me anytime”, I said.
“Surely, Veena. I look forward to hanging out with you too.”
I realized there was no one else in the street. Good time to show my intentions, just so that there is no confusion going ahead. I went closer and hugged him, although the compound gate was separating us. But I made sure that I pressed my boobs onto his chest hard. I held him for about three seconds. I smiled, turned around and walked to our door. I waved to him once more as I shut the front door.
Until now, I wanted to come back home and masturbate. Now I was thinking of pushing the boundaries a little. Hence, I went upstairs, removed my jeans and panty. I took off my bra and put on a white tank top. I pulled it slightly down so that it showed ample cleavage. ‘Do I dare?’ I thought. ‘Yes, I do.’
Wearing just the top and my Mangal Sutra, I took the stairs to our roof. Ours is a suburbs kind of area. There were no buildings taller than four stories in our neighbourhood. Thankfully, there weren’t many middle-aged or old people in our locality. Since the fashion college is relatively near, most residents in our area were students.
I opened the door to the rooftop. Since it was dark, nothing much could be seen. Anyways, I would no longer care even if someone sees. That thought only fuelled my excitement. I dried the clothes that morning. Under the pretence of removing the clothes, I walked around, removing clothes from the wire, folded them and kept them in the basket. I was hoping Rohan would want another glimpse at me through the windows. Just at that moment, he appeared at the window on the first floor. He searched for me on the first floor and then looked up to check if I was anywhere. He found me and waved hi again. I waved back at him.