Delhi girl’s hot experience

By   September 14, 2017
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On a warm summer night in Delhi. I had returned home from a long day at work. I took a cold shower to wash away the day’s worries. Got out of the shower, with a towel wrapped around me and went into my bedroom to get dressed for bed. My standard sleeping garb in summers was a loose t-shirt (no bra) and shorts (no panties). So here is my sexy sex stories –


As I rummaged through the closet, I realized that I was out of all clean shirts and shorts. Work had been keeping me busy for a while, and the maid had taken a long leave, so my laundry was piled up in the hamper. For a moment, I contemplated sleeping in the nude. After all my roommate Anagha the air-hostess was working on the flight to New York that night, and wasn’t home.

I had the apartment all to myself. But, as I would look back with irony later, at that moment I decided I didn’t feel comfortable being naked, even in an empty apartment. Surely Anagha wouldn’t mind if I borrowed her shorts and t-shirt. We were about the same size, although her boobs were slightly smaller than mine. And with both of us in our mid-20s, we wore similar stuff too.

I didn’t feel it would be polite to rummage through her closet, so decided to check the clothesline in the balcony. Unlike me, Anagha had been washing her clothes regularly, so she might have something I could use out there. So with the towel wrapped around my body, I stepped out into the balcony. And just my luck. It was completely empty.

Anagha, ever the organized one, had probably put all her clothes away before leaving. I was about to turn around and go back inside when BANG…. a loud sound of a car misfiring down the street. It was past midnight and had been really quiet that night, so the sudden loud bang, which instantly sounds like a gunshot, gave me a start and almost made me jump out of my skin.

That jump made my towel knot come undone. And I watched, as if in slow motion, as the towel unraveled and started falling down. I was late in reacting to grab it, and before I knew it, it had gone below my reach. What’s worse is, it fell towards my left, where below the balcony ledge is a grill with bars I now realize have too much space between them.

As I bent to grab the towel, I saw it slip through the gap in the bars, and down below. I instinctively stood up and leaned over the side of the balcony to see the towel float down and land on a ledge. That’s when it struck me. I was standing in the balcony bare-ass naked. My ample 34C boobs and my pussy were on full display.

I froze for a few seconds, then gradually surveyed the surroundings to see if I had given someone an eyeful. There was no one in any balconies in my building. As it is, more than half the apartments in our newly built building were still unoccupied. There were no people on the road as far as I could see.

No cars either except for the one that had misfired and it was a fair distance down the street. And across the road was the unlit half-constructed building which had been abandoned after the builder had gone bankrupt. On either side of the abandoned building were just empty lots. Oh, and since this was a new neighborhood on the outskirts of Delhi, the streetlights had not been installed on all streets yet.

The street outside my balcony happened to be one of the dark ones with no lights. I breathed a sigh of relief as I realized no one had seen me naked. That’s when I heard the pounding…. of my heart, which was racing. And my mind finally rebooted and said to me “Umm… excuse me…Teju….. time to go inside?” I ran inside, bolted the balcony door shut and collapsed on the couch in relief.

My heart was still racing and my face was flushed. And the rush felt good. I was relieved that no one had been around to see me naked. And even if someone had been around, let’s face it, the odds were against anyone having seen me. I was up in an unlit balcony on the 6th floor of a building.

And as long as the incident had seemed to stretch out, the time between the towel unraveling and my running inside had been no more than ten seconds. After my breath and heartbeat returned to normal speed, I went to my bedroom. Decided, well there was really nothing wrong with sleeping in the nude with a robe by the bedside.

Got my satin robe out of the closet, kept it on the nightstand, closed the door of my bedroom, and went to sleep. Well, tried to sleep. For some reason, my mind kept replaying on a loop, the nakedness incident. And I fondly remembered the rush I had felt. Tried to put it out of my mind and resolutely go to sleep. But after about twenty minutes of tossing and turning I sat up.

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“I know what I need. I just need to wear something, go out into the balcony and stand there for a few minutes under normal circumstances. That will take the aura off the whole incident.” I thought to myself. I got up and put the robe on. Tied its sash very tightly to make sure it didn’t meet the fate of the towel, in case some other car misfired.

Walked out into the balcony and stood there. See, I said to myself, everything is fine. Everything is normal. There is nothing special about being here. I paced around the balcony for a little bit. Looked around some more. Yup, the whole world outside my window was definitely sound asleep. Hmm, that’s that then. I should go inside. I should go inside.

Hello? Am I listening to myself? I should go inside. But for some reason I lingered in the balcony. As my mind contemplated the unthinkable, my heart started racing again and my breath got heavy. That rush was coming back. Should I do it? A strongly weakening part of me was saying, don’t be crazy. It’s stupid. It’s risky.

And most importantly, it’s a dangerous slippery slope. The heavily dominant part was saying – when was the last time you felt such a rush? It’s no big deal. Don’t be a wuss. There’s no one around, so it isn’t really a risk. After a few seconds, my hand went towards the sash. Fumbling due to the nervousness, and maybe because of the extra-tight way in which I had tied it,

it took longer than usual to untie it. Finally, it was undone. The sides of my robe gently fell away from the front. Half of each breast was on display, as was all of my trimmed pussy. A few second passed like that, as I scanned the surroundings once more. No one around. No cars. Now was the big step.