Naked Delhi Daredevilry Ch. 02

I stayed rooted in my spot and watched as he kept fucking Anagha for at least ten more minutes. She seemed exhausted and was grabbing on to him, almost like a life-size doll. He repeated his gestures to me a few more times. I was now completely at a loss about what to do. He had seen me. Whether he had seen my nakedness or not, he had heard me cum, and guessed that I had been spying on them and masturbating. He knew I was on top of an abandoned building. And although he had no idea who I was, and that I was actually Anagha's roommate, I was almost completely at his mercy. Unless I could get out of there fast and find some other place to hide.

Finally he stopped pummeling her. He then pulled her down from the ledge, backed away and stood sideways. I started thinking about how to get out from the building when my eyes, for the first time, got a look at his groin. And what I saw stunned me into amazement. Although it was just an outline, the size of his dick was clearly visible to me. It was huge, even in proportion with the rest of his body. Even from 2 floors down and a hundred feet away, I could tell that it was easily at least nine inches, and quite thick. My view of it was obstructed as Anagha bent down from the waist and started sucking it. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head onto it, and even though a lot of it was inside her mouth, more than half was still outside.

I watched rapt as he bucked his hips forward, clearly ejaculating into her mouth. He stayed taut and stretched forward from the hip for about ten seconds. And when he released Anagha's hair, she sprang up straight, held her hand to her mouth for a moment, and then bent over the ledge and spat out a big load down to the ground. I was amazed at the amount of jizz she spat out. Seemed like about half a pint.

He put his right hand on her back as if to comfort her, and with his left hand pointed at me once more. He said something to her, and immediately went inside the apartment. I watched Anagha straighten, run her hands through her hair, follow him inside, and close the balcony door behind her.

As I sat in my hidden spot, I realized my fingers, unknown to me, were still working on my clit. I drew my hand back, disgusted at myself for being turned on, even when I was in such a soup. And I started racking my brain. OK, what do I do now? He said I am next. Was he just kidding with me, or is he actually going to come over. If he was coming over at once, I did not have much time. I should run somewhere. But where? Ah, I could run into the building and hide in one of the other wings. That way if he comes looking for me in the abandones building, he wouldn't find me. And then wait an hour or so for him to give up, go to sleep. Then sneak into the house, go to my bedroom, and just stay there until I hear him leave the next morning.

Yes, that sounded like a plan. I sprinted down the stairs two steps at a time, was out of the building and was about to cross the street when I noticed my empty hands....damn.... where was the key? I had picked it up for sure. Where did I drop it? For a moment, I considered just running into our building anyway, and coming back for the key later. But I decided not to put it off till later. After all, it would take time for him to get dressed, give Anagha some excuse and then come over. I had time.

Now, it turns out that looking for a key in darkness is very easy when you know exactly you have kept it. But not at all easy when you have to search for it. I first ran to the third floor. It took me a good two-three minutes to get down on my hands and knees and look for it. Nope, it did not seem to be here. So I ran up to the fourth floor, and searched my spot. What the hell? Not here either? Where could it be? Oh crap...maybe I dropped it somewhere between the third and fourth floor as I was sneaking up for a better view. I started retracing my steps slowly, I crawled to the stairs and went down one step at a time.

Whether it was because I was totally engrossed in searching my key and was oblivious to anything else, or because he sneaked up without any noise, but I never heard him coming until it was too late. I was crawling down the steps, looking and feeling for the keys when I reached the third floor, and suddenly, two feet came into my line of sight. They were almost right in front of me. I looked up and saw, it was him. I sat down on one of the stairs, pulled my knees close, and wrapped my hands around them. He looked at me and seemed genuinely surprised. Ah, so he had not seen that I was naked. That explained the look of amazement on his face.

But it lasted only a moment, and he said,

"I have always been a very lucky man. Whatever I want always seems to fall right into my lap. In fact often a lot more than I had wanted."

I opened my mouth to say something, but no words came out. My mind was blank. I had no idea what to say. He came closer and sat next to me on the stairs and said,

"For example, today. I am sitting in a coffee shop in Kuala Lumpur in the morning. Admiring young beauties, and wondering if I have become too old to be with women like them again. And you know what happens?"

"What?" I asked.

"This amazingly beautiful woman comes to my table and screeches...OH MY GOD IJAZ!!!!... that's my name by the way. I am Ijaz. And you are?" he said, extending his hand towards me. I stayed silent.

"Still shy? Well, frankly from your attire.... or the lack of it, the last thing you seem is shy. But anyway, I am Ijaz. So this hot woman comes to me, says my name, and hugs me. I am taken aback. But in a few seconds I place her. It's this chick who used to live in my neighborhood like a decade back, and was totally into me. We had slept together a couple of times back when she was just 18. Small world!"

I was trying to formulate a strategy of responding to him, fighting off his advances, and somehow getting out of this situation. But I could not help listen to what he was saying.

"So I say to this chick...Neha!! What a surprise. It's been such a long time! Turns out she's changed her name from Neha to Anagha. Something to do with a stalker in college. So we start talking, catch up, reminisce about the old days. Now I don't know if she is married or dating or what. So I don't really make a move, you know. After an hour, I say, OK Neha...Anagha...whatever... I need to get going now. I have to fly back to Delhi tonight."

"She says she lives in Delhi too. Gives me her number, and asks me to call. Then she says, I wish you had some more time today. I say well, you said you're an air-hostess. I'm sure you have a year-round open ticket. Just fly back with me to Delhi. Now, I just said it as a joke. But like I said, I am a lucky man. She actually thinks about it!! Pretty amazing, right?"

"Hmmmmm" I responded. So this is why she came back early, I thought.

"So right in front of me, she calls up her airline HR people. And just lies with a straight face. Says her grandma is on her deathbed so she needs to return to Delhi right away. Can you believe that? For an old fart like me! She gets a ticket in the same fllight as mine. We come back, and decide to go to an all night coffee shop. But drop off the luggage at her place first. Would you like a smoke?"

He asked as he took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket. I used to smoke pretty heavily, but had given up a couple of years back. But in a tense and impossible situation like this, with my nerves frayed, a smoke sounded like manna from heaven. I nodded and took a cigarette. He lit mine first, and then lit his.

"So we go up to her place. And another bonus. Turns out her roommate is not at home to cramp our style. So instead of just the bedroom, we have the reins of the whole house. So we talk a little, she pours us some wine. And it is clear we are not going to any coffee shop. We go out to the balcony for smoking. And well, the waiting game gets too much for both of us. We start making out. I say to her, let's go inside. But she says, no. I want it right here. On the balcony. I don't care if the world sees us."

The cigarette did help me calm down a little.

"Now it seems to me like a pretty reckless and stupid thing to do, frankly. Fucking on the balcony in these times of camera-phones. So I try to convince her to go in, but she doesn't want to. I reluctantly agree. And guess what? My not having my way turns out to be a bonus too. You know how?"

"I think I have an idea." I said despondently.

"Hey! Attagirl! You can speak in multiple syllables. Yes, you know how. I hear you letting out what was clearly a post-orgasm sigh. And then I make out from the silhouette that there's a randy woman across the road spying on us and pleasuring herself. Frankly, I thought it would be a gypsy woman. They squat in a lot of these abandoned buildings some times. Now gypsy women.... to be honest, they stink. But I am turned on by them anyway. Maybe it's those backless blouses and armful of bracelets, you know?"

"So once we were done fucking, I say to Neha.. I mean Anagha.... I need to go send an urgent fax that I forgot all about. And I run down the stairs, come over here, expecting to find some stinky gypsy woman. And instead.... well... another bonus. A completely unwrapped present. A hot.... and if I may say, non-stinky girl.... with the most luscious set of tits I have ever seen.... on all fours, naked. So tell me.... am I not the luckiest man in the world?"

"What are you going to do to me?" I asked in a weak voice.

"What am I going to do to you? Heavens, woman! What kind of a man do you think I am? I can tell you what I'd like us both to do together. But saying I am going to do something to you makes me sound like some sort of a .... rapist."

"I didn't mean to imply that." I said, for some odd reason getting all defensive.

"Tell you what. Here's what I am going to do. I am going to put out this cigarette", he said stubbing it out and throwing it down the stairs, "Then I am going to go inside there." he pointed to the third floor space, "and then I am going to take my pants off and lie down. You have seen with your own eyes what I've got and what I can do. You'll also be interested to know that the 2nd time in the night for me lasts twice as long as the first time. The choice is up to you. Either you put out the cigarette, turn around, and go wherever you want to go. Or.... well... you know.."

Ijaz got up from the stairs and walked into the third floor space. He moved towards the back wall, turned around to face me. Unbuttoned his pants and took them off. And then, as he had said, he lay down on the concrete floor. His dick was standing erect, at attention. I could not take my eyes off of it. It really was huge, and thick as I had thought. And the bulbous head was even thicker.

I said to myself, stop fooling yourself. You know you want it. You want to taste it. You want it inside you. You want to be fucked for a long time for a change instead of those guys you've been with recently who think lasting ten minutes is something to boast about. Go ahead. Just give in to the moment. Isn't that what you have been doing for the last few days?

I put out the cigarette and walked inside. Ijaz looked at me with a wry smile on his face, as if he was always certain I was going to give in. And give in I did. And it was totally worth it. First I sucked his circumcised cock for about ten minutes. Sucked on his huge balls. Deep throated his entire shaft. Licked and played with the head. Then I mounted it. Rode him for about ten minutes, hopping up and down, sliding back and forth, feeling his head touch me in places that had rarely been touched. Felt the girth of his dick stretch my pussy to its maximum. Bent down and kissed him, our tongues playing with each other as his hands mauled my huge and sensitive boobs.

Then I got off, stood up, bent over and put my hands on the wall as he took off his shirt and ravaged me from behind like a jackhammer, still mauling my tits. Fifteen minutes of that, and his cellphone started ringing. He bent down and took it out from the pocket of his pants on the ground. Got back to hammering me and answered the phone. And said in a very straight voice without any signs of breathlessness,

"Oh hey Anagha... was just about to call you.......yeah, I am just sending that fax...... no no sweetheart, I did not run away.....haha, you are being silly..... no, don't worry, yeah, I'll be back soon...... yes I know we need to fuck in the living room and kitchen before this Teju woman returns in the morning.....yeah, promise. Okay, I've to hang up now. Gotta pay for the fax."

I smiled as I heard my name being mentioned in that context. And I realized he still didn't know I was Teju.

He then decided he wanted to fuck me standing up and dangling from his arms in the air. Now, I am no fatso. I pride myself on my flat stomach and toned abs. But I am no size zero waif either. I had previously been with only one man strong enough to actually pick me up, and hold me in mid-air while fucking me. Sadly, his dick had been barely 5 inches, and since that position does not exactly maximize penetration, the pleasure that time was more mental than physical.

But with Ijaz, it was different. Even with a couple of inches sticking out, he had enough inside of me to hit all the right spots. First he picked me up and held me by the waist, as I wrapped my legs around his waist and my hands around his neck. He fucked me like that for close to ten minutes. It felt great, but his pot belly was quite intrusive. I was bent in the waist at a weird angle because of his belly. He probably sensed the discomfort and had a solution.

"Unwrap your legs", he said to me. I did as he said. I was now hanging to him by my arms around his neck, and of course, the other pivot point was his dick in my cunt. "Go with what I do. It is more comfortable for you, and it also helps more of my dick go inside."

He lifted both of my knees with either hand, and put them over his fore-arm. Then he asked me not wrap my arms around his neck too tight, but only keep my fingers locked around his neck. As I did so, I sloped backwards, and away from his pot belly. And then he raised his forearms, with my knees dangling over them, about a foot higher. I was almost perpendicular to his body now. And then he rammed the whole length of his dick into me in one swift motion. Ah, that did the trick, and my orgasm approached. A few more forceful strokes from him and I was delirious as my whole body shook with the force of the oncoming climax. I was moaning and shaking uncontrollably, as he said,

"Listen. Unlock your fingers, and gradually stretch back. Then when I hold your waist, stretch your legs."

Even as the orgasm surged through my body I did as he said, and he swift moved his arms from under my knees and grabbed my waist powerfully. My back was outstretched, but he was so tall that my head was still more than a foot off the ground. I stretched my legs straight, and he rammed into me one more time. And that made my orgasm hit the crescendo. It took a minute to completely pass, and I sighed, "AAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"There it is" he said with a chuckle, "The sigh that brought us together. Now.... mind if i keep going?"

I looked at him with the delirious eyes and signaled that I did not mind at all. He laid me down on the floor gradually, got on top of me, and fucked me missionary style. Fifteen minutes and two more of my orgasms later, he said in a wheezing voice,

"OK, almost done. Where do you want it? Pussy, mouth or tits?"

"Mouth." I said.

He withdrew from my cunt, grabbed my hair and pulled me upwards. I took it in my mouth and immediately he started squirting. Flowing would be a more appropriate word. Even after the huge load he had deposited in Anagha's mouth, he still kept cumming in mine for ten seconds or so. I usually like to take cum in my mouth, hold it there, swirl it around, open my mouth to show it to the guy, and then swallow it. Guys love it when I do that. But with Ijaz, the volume of the cum was so high that if I had not swallowed in between, it would have spilt out of my mouth. And when you swallow once, the second swallow is usually a reflex.

He pulled his dick out of my mouth. I smiled and opened my mouth to show him that it was empty.

"Wow! That's impressive. A woman hasn't been able to swallow my whole load so quickly in years. Anagha earlier tonight was able to swallow just half and spat out half like most women do. That's why I never ask a woman spit or swallow. Haha. But you are quite something......hey..I don't even know your name!"

"My name is Tejashri" I replied as I played with his softening dick, "Everyone calls me Teju."

"Teju?" Ijaz paused as if to remember something. "Wait a minute. Don't tell me you're the Teju who is Anagha's roommate."

I smiled and nodded.

"Well, that....well, that complicates matters a bit. But before that, this is the part where you tell me why the hell you were buck naked in an abandoned building next to your home in the middle of the night."

I filled him in on the whole story, as he got dressed. From my small adventure on the balcony, to how it snowballed into the present scenario. He was amazed at my chutzpah, and said he would get me back into the house. We looked for my lost key and found it next to one of the third floor walls.

He got dressed and we cautiously crossed the street. It was now quarter to five, and any minute the paperboys and milkmen would start making their appearance. We jumped over the back gate, and walked up the stairs. Fortunately, everyone in the building still seemed to be asleep. When we reached the sixth floor, he stopped there and I ran up to the 7th floor.

"There you are!" I heard Anagha say as she opened the door.

"Yes, here I am." Ijaz said, and walked in.

Then as he told me, I counted to a hundred with the tik-tiks. I mean...tik-tik-one-tik-tik-two-tik-tik-three and so on. Once I reached hundred, I walked down the stairs, put my key in the door, opened it slowly and peered inside. Yes, the living room was empty. Ijaz had done as he'd said. I stepped inside and closed the door gently behind me, to avoid making any noise.

Then I sprinted to my bedroom like Usain Bolt on steroids. Slammed the door shut and breathed a sigh of relief. I immediately went to the closet, put on underwear, jeans and a t-shirt. I then walked out to the living room and gathered the clothes from last night that I had scattered there.

"Teju, is that you?" Anagha said in a breathless voice from her bedroom. She was clearly being fucked again.

"Yes, it's me." I replied.

"Be out in a minute." she said, clearly biting her lips.

Anagha came out of the bedroom in a couple of minutes, wrapped in a terrycloth robe.

"Hey, how are you doing?" she said, "Wow, look at how dishevelled your hair is. And what's that dried stuff in the hair" she as she touched a part of my hair that was stuck together, probably because of the cum on my fingers as I ran them through the hair, "Ewww... hehe...is that what I think it is? You seem to have had quite a night."

"Yes" I replied tentatively "Quite a night."

"You should tell me all about him at breakfast. I've actually....hehe.... got a guy in my room too." she winked. "It's such an amazing coincidence....."

That's when Ijaz poked his head out of her door and said,

"Anagha.... I'm waiting!"

"Coming, sweetie." she said. Ijaz smiled at me politely and closed the door. Anagha turned to me and said with a grimace on her face, "Teju... I know how it looks... he's an old guy... but it's special. It's you know.... he's someone I've had a thing for since I was a kid..."

"Relax Anagha. No judgment. Seriously. Whatever makes you happy." I said with a gentle smile.

"Thanks Sweetie." she leant over to hug me. "Wow, did you smoke? I thought you've been off it since..."