Hello friends, I’m Amit, back with another steamy story for you all. This time, it’s about me and my neighbor Jyoti Bhabhi, who lives in Kanpur. She’s my next-door neighbor, stunningly beautiful and sexy as hell. Her fair skin glows, she’s 5 feet 3 inches tall, 29 years old, with a 4-year-old kid named Deepu. She looks like a model but carries that homely vibe, always in sarees or salwar suits. She moved into our building 6 months ago when her husband got transferred. She’s so attractive, anyone would stare. I first noticed her when she was hanging clothes on her balcony, wearing a black saree that hugged her curves perfectly. The saree was slightly low, showing her navel, and she looked like a total bombshell.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her. My mind screamed, “Man, I need to fuck Jyoti Bhabhi.” But then I thought, she’s a neighbor, things could get messy. Suddenly, she caught me staring and gave a shy smile. I waved and said hello. She finished hanging the clothes and went back to her flat. I stood there on the terrace, thinking how such a hot piece lived in our building, and I had no clue. That night, I jerked off three times imagining her smile and that fair body before crashing out. Next morning, she was all I could think about.
I kept dreaming about how to get close to her, but I was scared. What if she told her husband? He seemed strict, leaving for work in the morning and back by evening. Still, I gathered some courage and started visiting her place. At first, it was just casual hellos, but then I used Deepu as an excuse. The kid liked me, so it was easy to drop by. One day, I knocked on her door, calling out for Deepu. Jyoti Bhabhi opened it, wearing a salwar suit, her hair wet like she’d just showered. She said, “Amit, come in. Deepu just bathed, he’s cranky. Can you take him out for a bit? I need to finish some chores.” I was thrilled; it was the first time she invited me in. I took Deepu to the nearby garden, played with him on the swings, and brought him back after half an hour. He was calm and happy.
Back at her place, I heard the shower running. Bhabhi was in the bathroom. I thought I’d wait till she was done, but I called out, “Bhabhi, where are you?” She replied from inside, “I’m bathing, Amit. You can leave Deepu on the sofa and go, I’ll be out in 5 minutes.” I said okay but didn’t leave. I sat next to Deepu, my heart racing with curiosity. After about 15 minutes, she probably thought I’d left because I stayed quiet. She stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped only in a towel barely covering her thighs, her wet hair dripping. She saw me and gasped, eyes wide. “Amit, you’re still here?” she said, shocked. I mumbled, “Yeah, Bhabhi, just putting Deepu to sleep.” In her panic, the towel slipped and fell. There she was, completely naked—fair skin, big boobs, slim waist, round ass, a hint of hair on her pussy, glistening from the shower. I stared, my dick instantly hard. She screamed, grabbed the towel, and ran back to the bathroom.
My mind was blown. Her body was so smooth, so perfect. I wanted to barge into the bathroom and fuck her right there, but I held back. What if she screamed? I figured she’d only let me if she wanted it. No woman shows her naked body to just anyone, especially a neighbor. After a bit, she came out in a thin gown, no bra or panties, her nipples poking through. She was blushing, avoiding eye contact, and said, “Amit, sit, have some tea before you go. I’ll make it.” I nodded, watching her ass sway as she walked to the kitchen. Deepu had fallen asleep, so I carried him to the bedroom and laid him down. I came back, sat on the sofa, and waited.
She brought tea, and we sipped in silence. The air was heavy; she was shy but there was a spark in her eyes, like she was thinking something naughty. I mustered courage and said, “Bhabhi, you’re so sexy and beautiful.” She looked at me, gave a naughty smile, and asked, “Amit, you saw me naked today. What did you think?” I hesitated, then said, “Bhabhi, I felt like grabbing you and fucking you right there. But I’m scared you’ll get mad.” She giggled softly and said, “Amit, my husband won’t be back till evening. But this stays between us, okay?” My heart raced—she was ready to fuck, but nervous. I said, “Bhabhi, come sit on my lap, let’s talk.” She paused, then slid onto my lap. Her body felt warm, soft, nothing under that gown.
Her smooth skin was like butter. I ran my hand along her neck; she shivered. I kissed her lips softly, then slipped my tongue in, sucking gently. She kissed back, hesitant at first, then harder. She whispered, “Amit, Deepu’s sleeping, what if he wakes up?” I said, “Shh, Bhabhi, just enjoy.” Her breathing got heavy. I lifted her and took her to the guest room, locking the door. I laid her on the bed, slid her gown up, and pulled it off. She was naked again, covering her boobs with her hands, shy. I said, “Bhabhi, you’re pure cream. I knew you were into me since that balcony smile. Today, I’ll make you feel heaven.” She blushed, “Amit, go slow, it’s my first time with someone else.”
I stripped off my shirt, pants, and underwear. My dick was rock-hard, 7 inches, thick. She gasped, “Amit, it’s so big!” I grinned, “All for you, Bhabhi.” I started licking her body, starting at her neck, sucking her earlobes, kissing her collarbone. She moaned softly, “Aahh… Amit… what are you doing…” I moved to her boobs, squeezing them, teasing her nipples with my fingers, then sucking them hard, nibbling lightly. She arched her back, “Uhh… Maa… so good… my husband never does this.” I slid my hand to her pussy, already wet. I rubbed her clit, teasing. She moaned louder, “Amit… put your finger in…” I slid one finger in, then two, moving in and out. She was writhing, “Aahh… oohh… fuck me, Amit… I can’t take it.” I went down, licked her pussy, sucking her clit, tongue-fucking her. She screamed, “Aahh… Maa… I’m dying… lick it, you bastard…”
My cock was throbbing. She grabbed it, stroking it, and asked, “Amit, should I suck it?” I said, “Later, Bhabhi.” I spread her legs, rubbed my cock on her pussy lips. She begged, “Amit, put it in, don’t tease.” I pushed slowly, half my cock sliding in. She screamed, “Aahh… fuck… it’s so thick… go slow, you dog…” I kissed her to calm her, then pushed all the way in. I started thrusting, slow at first, then faster. The sound of “thap-thap… fap-fap” filled the room. Her pussy was so tight, so creamy. She moaned, “Uhh… aahh… Maa… fuck me harder, Amit… I’m your slut…” I said, “Bhabhi, your chut is so hot, fucking you feels amazing.”
I put a pillow under her ass, lifted her legs to my shoulders, and pounded hard. “Thap-thap… fap-fap” echoed. She screamed, “Amit… your fucking… aahh… it’s too good… fuck me like a whore…” I squeezed her boobs, pinched her nipples. After 15 minutes, her pussy clenched my cock, and she came, her juices soaking me. She was panting, but I kept going. Then I flipped her into doggy style. She got on her knees, ass up. I slapped her ass lightly, entered from behind, gripping her hips. “Phat-phat… thap-thap” sounds mixed with her moans, “Aahh… Maa… you’re tearing my ass… fuck me like a dog, you bastard…” I pulled her hair, fucked harder. Ten minutes later, she came again, shaking. I was close, asked, “Where should I cum?” She said, “On my boobs, Amit.” I pulled out, shot my load on her tits, rubbing it in.
We collapsed, exhausted. I held her close, kissing her. “Bhabhi, was it good?” She smiled, “So good, Amit. My husband never lasts this long.” After a bit, my cock got hard again. She stroked it, grinning. I said, “Bhabhi, ride me.” She climbed on, sliding my cock into her pussy, bouncing. “Aahh… uhh… I’m your randi, Amit… fuck me…” I thrust up, grabbing her boobs. Five minutes in, she came again. I flipped her sideways, lifted one leg, and fucked deep. Finally, I came in her mouth, and she swallowed.
We showered together, soaping each other, kissing. She put on a fresh salwar suit, made tea, and we chatted, laughing. Now, whenever we get a chance, we fuck. She loved my fucking from the first time, fully satisfied. I’ve fucked her ass too, using oil, going slow at first. Now she takes my cock in every hole, enjoying every moment.
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