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Naked Delhi Daredevilry

By: urbanslut



It started very serendipitously. 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). 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.

"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.

In one rapid motion I took the robe off and held it in my right hand by my side. I clutched on to it hard, making sure it didn't slip down the balcony like the towel did. Gingerly walked around the balcony. This time I noticed a lot more than I had during the last incident. I noticed how my nipples were hard as stones. I noticed my pussy was slowly but surely moistening. There was no breeze, but I could somehow feel the outside air all over my body. And I noticed how I got goosebumps. I turned around and bent over, displaying my ass to the sleeping world. It felt good!

And then I heard the sound of a car's engine in the distance. Instinctively, I ran inside and shut the balcony door. The heart was pounding faster than ever. Almost as if on auto-pilot I crashed on the couch and started fingering myself. I closed my eyes and replayed my naked moments in my head. Thought about the risk of being seen by someone. Thought about how it had felt to be out there naked. And within a minute, I was having a strong orgasm.... stronger than I usually did while masturbating. I lay there for a few minutes, spent, as my heartbeat came back to normal. And I didn't realize when I fell asleep on the couch.

I woke up with a start some time later. Couldn't remember what woke me up, but I thought it must have been some dream. I sat up on the couch in the darkness. The incidents on the balcony came back to me in a flash. Had they really happened? Or was all that a dream, I wondered. I noticed I was still naked. The robe was on the couch next to me. So I had really done it. What was wrong with me? I had a good job, a good life, and although I wasn't dating anyone currently, a fairly active and satisfying sex life. What's making me take these risks for an orgasm, I asked myself, when all I have to do is go out with one of the many good looking guys at work or at the gym who are clearly interested in me. I had never in the past wanted to flash myself or expose myself to anyone. I had never been an exhibitionist and never craved the audience. Why did I take the risk then?

That's when it hit me. The epiphany. It wasn't just about getting off. And it wasn't at all about exposing my naked body to an audience. I didn't want that. In fact I wanted to avoid that. It was about the risk of being seen and the rush arising from it, especially from not wanting to be seen. Just like bungee jumping or sky diving isn't about hitting the ground at tremendous speed, but precisely about getting the rush from the risk of hitting the ground.

And I had been a regular bungee jumper and a skydiver. And I would regularly go whitewater rafting, rock-climbing and mountain-biking on the weekends. This was like an adventure sport. That epiphany was so exhilarating that I started laughing like a crazy person. The self-doubt, the mild self-loathing, and the feeling of "what's wrong with me?" was gone. And I was filled with excitement and a sense of possibility.

I got up and peered at the clock. It was a little before 3 a.m. Perfect timing. I walked towards the balcony door again. Thought about taking the robe with me, but decided against it. It was time to step it up a notch. I had started breathing heavily already, I realized as I noticed my heaving boobs. Opened the balcony door, and stepped out. The familiar silence greeted me. This time I was a lot more relaxed. As I looked around at other unlit balconies in the distant wings of the building, I realized something. I could not see anything in them at all. Which meant that in turn, no one from the distant balconies could really see me. And I could see that the balconies close by were empty. More than half the apartments in the building were locked anyway. The street, as I mentioned had no streetlights on it yet, so it was quite dark with no moon out.

It was also very unlikely that someone in a passing car would be able to see me 6 floors up, and even if they could, pick me out from dozens of balconies. So I had been silly running inside at the sound of the car. This time I resolved to stay out there for longer. I stood there with my elbows on the balcony ledge. Also started squeezing and fondling my own boobs. Ran my hand over my ass and through the ass crack. Felt really naughty.

After about five minutes, an engine noise. Ah, let it come. In fact, I decided to go one better. I hitched myself up and sat on the balcony ledge, with my legs dangling inside. So not just my big boobs, but even my round bubble-shaped ass was on display. The headlights approached. It turned out to be a bus. Passed by. No honks or anything. I had been worried over nothing. This felt good. I got off the ledge and lay down on the balcony floor. Started masturbating. Got myself off in a couple of minutes.

That's when I heard some faint voices in the distance. Still lying on the floor, I peered through the bars. Two men were walking up the street some 200 yards away, talking with each other. As they started approaching, I thought hard about what to do. A passing car might not notice me, but no matter how dark it was and regardless of the fact that I was six floors high, men below my balcony might. Or they might not. Even if they do, can they see that I am naked? Can they see my face? 

What the hell, I suddenly decided. This is what taking risks is all about. This is a calculated risk, and even if it goes wrong, well, let's see what happens. So I gently pulled myself up from the floor. Stood sideways, keeping an eye on the men as they approached. Their voices got louder, although not loud enough for me to understand what they were saying. I stood very still as they got closer. When they were just 25 yards away, my heart started racing. Had I made a huge mistake? Was this it?

As the men got closer, they suddenly went silent, much to my shock. Had they noticed me? I turned around to see. They weren't looking up in my direction, as far as I could tell. As they were right under the balcony, one of them looked up. The street was dark, so I could not see his face, but I could make out from the turn of the head that he had looked up. I froze. My heart was beating so rapidly, I feared the men could hear it. But they kept walking. The guy seemed to turn the head in the other direction to look up. Phew! It was just a coincidence he had looked up.

What an amazing rush that was. I had stood naked in my balcony as two men passed by under it. Granted, it was relatively low-risk, given the surroundings, but still, I felt a certain high. Just a few hours back, I had felt uncomfortable sleeping naked in my own bedroom in an empty apartment. How things can change in one night.

As I stood there, my appetite for this type of risk was whetted even more. I started thinking the unthinkable. The balcony had been "conquered" so to say. There were other parts of the building to go after. It was now close to 3:30 a.m. Everybody would be asleep. I decided to try some other things. And a small but elaborate plan formed in my head, which I decided to execute.

A few minutes later, I was wearing the robe and slowly opening the front door. I peeked outside. There were three other apartments on my floor, one adjacent to mine, and two opposite mine. The doors looked closed. Everything was silent. With the robe on, I flipped the lock of my open door, ensuring it did not shut, and stepped outside. I had the key to the door in a pocket of the robe. I looked at the elevator for a while, but then decided that stairs were the more cautious option.

I started walking down the stairs, taking very soft steps, so that no one inside their apartments, even if they were awake, would be able to hear someone walking outside. Walking very gingerly, I descended the stairs. It would normally have taken me just a minute or so to walk down to the first floor. But since I was going slow, looking around, observing and noting the surroundings, it took longer. After all, I had stepped out of the safe comfort zone of my apartment and was taking a much bigger risk.

I finally reached the ground floor, walking down past all the silent closed doors of the apartments. Before narrating any further, I should probably describe the building some more. It has eight floors with the ground floor being a stilted parking floor. The building has 6 such "wings", each wing with a staircase and elevator of its own containing four apartments on each floor. The six wings form somewhat of a hexagon, with adjacent wings joined to each other by thick concrete, with a gap at the floor level for cars to come from the outside of the hexagon to the inside. In the center of the hexagon is more space for parking cars. The wing I live in, Wing 4, is towards the back. The "front wing" which is opposite the main entrance of the building is directly across the center parking space. The main entrance opens on a street that runs parallel to the one outside my balcony. On the other side of the front wing is the main entrance with a small kiosk for watchmen. Currently, as far as I knew, there was just one watchmen working at night, who would sit in the kiosk. He is the only one who would have any business being awake at this hour, but he was on the other side of the wing, so I was invisible to him, as he was to me.

Standing at the bottom of the stairs on the ground floor, I looked around. There were cars and two-wheelers parked all around. I walked a bit further and came to the hexagonal drive-way adjacent to the building and looked around. As I looked up, I could see the stars in the sky. The other five wings of the building all looked dark. The parking lot in the center was full of cars. And as I looked around at the ground levels of the other buildings, they were all deserted too. However, there were lights everywhere. This was a brightly lit area, even if deserted.

I spent a few minutes examining each of the dozens of dark windows and balconies overlooking me carefully. No one in them. No one awake. I gradually took off my robe, and got naked, holding the robe in my right hand. There I was, stark naked, my pussy, butt and boobs on display at the bottom of my building. I first walked back to the staircase of my wing. Sat naked on the bottom stair. Walked up, onto the driveway and stood at the center of it, looking around to see if anyone was watching me. No one was.

With my heart pumping, I started walking on the driveway along the hexagon. I came to wing 3. Then walked some more and came to wing 2 and turned around. Walked back to my wing, across is to wing 5 and stopped at wing 6. I avoided Wing 1, because there were some angles from that wing that would make me visible to the watchman. As long as I stayed confined to wings 2 through 6, I was invisible to him.

Wow, I had been wandering naked under my building for close to 10 minutes now, I thought. It turned me on so much, that I just had to masturbate again. I walked to the staircase of wing 6, sat there and started working on my clit furiously. This time it took me less than a minute to orgasm, which I went through silently with a phenomenal effort.

After the orgasm, I put my robe back on, and walked back to my wing. The final portion of my plan, the elaborate one, was still left. All this naked wandering had been just like training. Now that I was comfortable in the well-lit inside portion of the building, the dark outside portion should be easy. I walked past the staircase and parked cars to the back of the wing.

The back portion had a driveway too, beyond which were some plants and shrubs, beyond which was the compound wall. I walked past the back driveway, and just out of curiosity, looked up at my balcony. It looked very dark, and nothing was clearly visible. All the other balconies were dark and empty too. With my robe still on, I started walking along the driveway until I was at the back of wing 2. I now came back to the walls of wing 2 and started creeping along them. I crossed over to the side portion of wing 1.

Once there, I poked my head around the corner. From here, the watchman's kiosk was visible, about 100 feet away. I squinted my eyes and could make out that he was sitting in the kiosk facing the front street. Next to the kiosk was a sleeping dog. The watchman's pet mutt. OK, I thought to myself, this is the dividing line between risky and foolish. If I walked past this wall, I would be visible to the watchman. So this is the point where it happens.

I took a couple of steps back. Looked around and confirmed that all balconies and windows were dark. Then took the key to my door out of the pocket of my robe. I stared at the key for a few seconds, surprised at what I was contemplating. Finally, with a burst of resolve, I put the key on the ground next to the wall, and started walking back.

I walked rapidly back to my wing and up the stairs, in anticipation of the adventure I was about to embark on. Reached the door of my apartment. Took my robe off and threw it inside the door, leaving me completely naked. And then the crucial part. It took me a couple of minutes to build up the courage to actually do it. Finally, I reached for the latch behind the door, turned the knob and with a small slam, shut the door.

Even though I had planned and thought about this, the actual reality of the situation hit me at once. I had voluntarily locked myself out of the apartment naked. Walking around naked with a robe in my hand was risky by itself, but it still gave me an instant exit plan. If someone had suddenly come out of a door or into a balcony and seen me, I could put the robe back on at once and minimize the shame. Not having the safety of the robe in the hand was the real risky thing. Now the only way out of this situation was to walk all the way to the side of wing 1 and get the keys to let myself in. And that would require me to walk down the stairs naked, go to the back, walk to the key, pick it up, and walk back, completely naked.


Naked Delhi Daredevilry Ch. 02



After that night of prancing about nude in my balcony and around my building, I embraced my new naked risk-taking hobby with the enthusiasm of a new convert. I could not do anything for a while after that night, because Anagha, my air-hostess roommate was back in town. But luckily, Anagha informed me that in a few days, she would be gone for a week for some training program in Malaysia. From then on, it was a countdown in my head, in days, hours and minutes, until she left. And finally she left.

The final episode of that night, with Moti (the dog) barking and a couple of lights coming on had made me cautious. So the first night after Anagha left was more or less a replay of that earlier night. I waited till about 2:30 am, and then started my excursions. I made frequent naked trips to the balcony, spending several minutes sitting on the ledge naked even as multiple cars passed by. I went up and down the stairs a few times. Walked naked around the other wings. I also did a little new stuff. Like walking naked up and down the stairs of wings 3 and 5. I also did the locking myself out thing by hiding keys in different places, but all within the "safe" zone. By the time that night was through, I had masturbated almost a dozen time in different locations all over the building. And no, I did not encounter the dog again, but then I had kept a more-than-safe distance from wing 1 and the watchman's kiosk.

The next evening as I was in my car coming back from work, I started thinking that I needed to take it up a notch that night. The same routine for a third night would get bo-ring. I tried thinking of a scenario in which I could go past the watchman's kiosk. Maybe a naked run around the whole building late at night if he was asleep. But whatever scenario I thought of, it seemed too risky and even foolish. The key was not getting caught and anything in the vicinity of the watchman's kiosk was almost like begging to get caught.I could not be certain that he slept every night.

As I turned on the road leading up to my building, I suddenly remembered the abandoned building opposite my balcony. Surely, that could be a useful location. Instead of driving into my building, I turned, went to the back and parked my car next to the abandoned building. Got out, locked the car, and surveyed what I saw. As I mentioned the last time, the thing had been abandoned after the builder went bankrupt. There were two empty lots on either side. And beyond the abandoned building was just vacant barren land with wild grass. The land beyond the abandoned building had not yet been allotted for development by the Delhi Development Authority.

I slowly walked towards it. Some cars were passing by and there were a few people walking past me on the street. But the abandoned building itself looked gray and completely deserted. It was three floors high (fourth floor incomplete) and kinda small... equivalent of half a wing of my building. It seemed little more than just the frame with columns and slabs, with only about half the walls filled in with bricks. There were a couple of mounds of gravel on the outside, and some broken bricks lying around. I approached the concrete stairs very slowly.

Looked around to see if there was someone like a caretaker there to ask me what I was doing. I had a story ready. I was going to say I work for a builder, he is interested in buying this land, and had sent me to take a look around. Didn't need to use the story eventually. The few people passing by on the street were paying no attention to my being there. There were a few people in the balconies of my building, but they didn't seem to be looking at me either. So I walked up the concrete steps, and examined the whole building. It was completely abandoned as I had suspected. Most of the walls that had been built were on the back and the side of the building. The front was just columns and slabs with gaping rectangles where the walls should be.

This seemed perfect for tonight, I thought to myself. Went back up to the third floor. Took out my key chain. It had an extra copy of my apartment key. Took it out of the key ring, and placed it in the farthest corner. Skipped down the stairs, got in my car and went home.

All through the evening and early on in the night I kept going to the balcony (clothed, not naked) and looking at the abandoned building, excited about my plans for later that night. The plan must seem fairly obvious to you by now. I would get naked, lock myself out, and then cross the back street, go up the abandoned building, get the key and come back. I know what you're thinking. Wouldn't I have to go past the watchman to get out of my building?

Fortunately, I would not. There was a small gate in the back compound wall which was always kept locked. It wasn't too high - just about 4 feet. And it didn't have spikes on top of it to keep intruders out. Someone athletic like me would have no trouble just climbing and jumping over it. At about 11 pm, I decided to take a short nap before my adventure. I set the alarm for 2:45 am, and went to sleep.

Got up when the alarm went off, took off all my clothes and got naked. Went to the balcony first. It amazed me how nonchalant I was these days in going to the balcony naked. What a contrast from just a few days ago when I had panicked at being out there naked for a few seconds. Anyway, I stood in the balcony and examined the abandoned building carefully. It seemed completely empty and deserted, just like when I had visited it in the evening. There was no one on the streets as far as my eyes could see.

This adventure was going to require a touch of luck.... or rather, an absence of bad luck. I had estimated the time it would take for me to go from the outside of my building after jumping off the gate, to go into the abandoned building to be around 10 seconds. I just had to cross the street. I would make sure there were no pedestrians around before I got out of my building, of course. The only risk was of a vehicle suddenly driving by. But over the past few nights I had observed that the frequency of vehicles on the back road that late at night was very low. Maybe one vehicle every half hour or so. So the odds were in my favor.

I looked around and made sure all the windows and balconies in my building were dark and empty. And then decided, well, here goes. No point in dilly-dallying. I walked out of my door. Stood there naked for a few seconds with the door open.... asked myself one last time... was I sure I wanted to do this? Yes, I was. This was going to be awesome! Pulled the door, and heard the lock click shut. Well, no going back now, I said to myself.

Started walking down the stairs. This had become a routine too, so I was nonchalant again. How short-lived that nonchalance was to be. As I reached the first floor and was about to walk down the final flight of stairs and descend to the ground floor..... what was that? A car's noise? Yes. Please don't let it be for my wing, please don't let it be for my wing. Damn, it was! The car stopped right in front of my wing and some people got out.

I could hear voices. A male and a female. I instantly recognized the female voice with a shock - it was my roommate Anagha! Why was she here? She was supposed to be in Malaysia for the whole week. I slowly poked my head around to see who was with her. It was an older man... probably in his fifties. Who the hell was he, I wondered. I had never seen him before. Could it be her father? Very likely. As they started walking closer with their suitcases in hand, I ran back up to the 2nd floor and crouched in a dark corner. They were almost sure to take the elevator. Which they did.

I watched the elevator display indicate that it had reached the 6th floor. And I faintly heard Anagha and the older man walking inside the apartment and shutting the door. I sat down on the stairs in disappointment. What was I to do now? If it had been Anagha alone, I might have still gone up, knocked the door, and gone in. She would have seen me naked, I would have had to explain myself, she would have been shocked and scandalized. Maybe even wanted to change roommates. But at least my predicament would have ended. I could not do that since this old man, probably her dad, was with her. The shame would be too much. I decided that going up and knocking the door naked, with the old man there, was simply not an option.

What if Anagha noticed me gone? Shouldn't be too big of a deal, I thought. She might just assume I am away for the night. My clothes were strewn around in the living room, but she might put it down to my untidiness. So there was no danger of her looking around for me.

Well, I told myself, the basic task remains the same. Even if she had not turned up, I would have had to go across the street naked, get the keys and let myself in. I'll have to do that anyway. I'll just make sure to wait until she had fallen asleep and then sneak back in. The man, maybe her dad, would probably sleep in the guest bedroom. So the living area would be empty. I'd just open the door in the dark quietly and run to my bedroom.

Alright then, I thought. I'd better get on with it. Climbed down the stair and crossed to the back of the building. Everything was dark as usual. And the only light I saw on was through a closed window in our apartment, which was obviously Anagha. However, the window was closed, so unless she came out to the balcony, I was safe. I tiptoed across the back driveway and to the small back gate. Looked up. Our balcony was empty. Checked the street. No cars or pedestrians. Across the road, I could see my destination - the staircase of the abandoned building.

In a jiffy I climbed up the gate, jumped out, and sprinted across the empty street. It seemed like my bad luck for the night was done, because no car came by. Reached the stairs of the abandoned building, took a few steps up and stopped. Turned around to confirm I was still undetected. Sure enough, street empty, my building dark except for the light in our apartment, and all balconies including ours dark and empty.

I ran up to the third floor and got hold of the key. Half the job done. Now all I had to do was wait for Anagha and the old man to fall asleep. For that I would have to keep an eye on my apartment. I slowly walked to about 3 feet from the edge, and looked up at our 6th floor apartment. The light was still on. I decided to wait for the lights to go off, give it another 20 minutes or so for them to fall asleep. I found a relatively comfortable spot behind a column to hide me from the view of anyone in my building or on the street, and sat on the floor patiently with an eye on the apartment windows and balcony.

About ten minutes later, the light was turned off. Good, it seemed like they were turning in. Pretty soon I could go back home and end this nightmarish night. I was sitting there biding my time when a couple of minutes later, I noticed some movement in our balcony. My eyes had gotten used to the darkness by now. I saw Anagha and the old man come into the balcony. I saw a tiny flash of light, which I guessed to be matches or a cigarette lighter. The man stood there smoking and talking to Anagha. A couple of minutes later, Anagha lit a cigarette as well. I knew that I was hidden from them in my position, but just to be safe I crept back a little more and kept watching intently. Anagha didn't smoke much, to the best of my knowledge. Maybe once or twice a week. And she didn't really seem the type who would share a smoke with her father.

Maybe he isn't her father after all, I thought to myself. In five minutes, both of them put their cigarettes out and what they did next confirmed that he wasn't her father. He bent down and kissed Anagha, and Anagha kissed him back. They kissed passionately for at least a few minutes, groping and fondling each other. I felt guilty spying on them like this, so I turned away. I resolutely kept my eyes in the opposite direction for a minute, but then my voyeuristic instincts got the better of me and I turned to look again. I couldn't see Anagha. It was just the old man standing there, facing sidways. His left hand was on the balcony ledge and his right hand held another cigarette. Anagha has gone inside, I thought to myself.

Then I noticed that he kept looking down to the balcony floor every few seconds. Almost simultaneously, I noticed some movement through the bars under the balcony ledge. Oh god! Anagha wasn't inside! I realized that she was on her knees giving the guy a blowjob. Right there on the balcony. I kept watching spellbound as the blowjob continued for a few minutes more.

Then Anagha got up and her head and torso became visible again. The man put out the cigarette and they kissed again for a couple of minutes. He then, it seemed to me quite forcefully, pushed Anagha towards the balcony ledge. Her elbows were on the ledge and she was looking over the side. I noticed her scan the surroundings to make sure no one in the building was watching. For a few seconds she looked at the abandoned building too, but did not notice my hidden self.And then she looked up. And kept looking up. Well, I don't think she was actually "looking" up, because chances are her eyes were closed.

The man had stepped back, and since they were 3 floors above me, had gone out of my sight. All I could see at that point was Anagha, bent over the ledge, with her head thrown back, moving rhythmically. He was clearly fucking her from behind. For a few minutes, he kept on with his gentle strokes. Then I noticed something was thrown over Anagha's head. I realized it was the back of her dress. And then faintly but quite audibly I heard,

SMACK....SMACK....SMACK....SMACK...

He seemed to be spanking her ass pretty hard as he drilled her. I still couldn't quite see him because they were on the 6th floor and I was on the 3rd. On an impulse, I decided I needed a better view. The fourth floor had been only partially constructed. It had columns and some walls, but no ceiling. I reasoned with myself that if I went up to the fourth floor, positioned myself towards one of the back corners, I would have a better view of them both, and yet, I would be in the dark and hidden, even if there was no roof. The trick was to creep up the stairs stealthily, and along the walls in the darker shadows.

Which is what I did. Crept up the stairs and with one eye on them, gradually moved along the wall to the back corner. The two were probably too busy fucking to notice if a unicorn had jumped on to the roof. As I sat in a dark corner, hidden behind a small half-built column, I became acutely aware of the fact that there was no roof on top of my head. It was just stars. The place I was hiding in must be clearly visible from the higher floors of my building in daylight. I just hoped that i had been correct in assuming that the darkness, the even darker shadows in the corner, and the column would keep me hidden.

I turned my attention back to the balcony. Yes, I could now see the man's head and shoulders. I also noticed that Anagha's dress had come off completely, and the tempo of the fucking had gone up. All Anagha seemed to have on was a bra, and her captive tits were oscillating slightly, inches above the balcony ledge. My tits are the biggest among all the non-fat women I know, but Anagha's came close. She definitely wore a C-cup too. I had never seen her tits.... until about five seconds later. The man unhooked her bra, took it off and threw it on the balcony floor. Anagha was now completely naked, just like me, and was being fucked on our balcony. And I had thought MY antics would scandalize her.

The man then seemed to go into overdrive. He grabbed hold of Anagha's hair and pulled it back with a jerk. As he did so, her back straightened, and her magnificent boobs got raised. He then started drilling her at an astonishing pace, almost like a high power jackhammer. Anagha let out a yelp that I heard quite clearly. She seemed utterly unconcerned by the possibility of some neighbors waking up and catching them in the act. She was too far gone for that. The man however still seemed to be aware of those risks. His right hand was holding her hair. His left hand went around her face and covered her mouths to muffle her yelps. And yet his fucking intensity never waned. It was quite a sight. An old man with, what I now noticed, a visible pot belly, grabbing a woman by her hair and around her mouth, and fucking her like they were bunnies. On an open balcony in the middle of the night.

I should tell you that by now I had been fingering my clit and finger-fucking myself alternately for about five minutes too. The whole scene in front of my eyes, coupled with my own situation was too erotic not to. Suddenly Anagha started swaying from side to side and jerking. The man kept his hand tightly on her mouth even as she was clearly having an intense orgasm. The extremely violent and wild reaction of Anagha's sent me over the edge too, and I had the biggest orgasm of that year. I fought desperately to keep quiet through it, and succeeded for the most part. Except for when the orgasm ended and I involuntarily let out a short but loud sigh - "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

I looked up immediately. The man's head had visibly turned and he seemed to be looking in my direction. Anagha however, seemed too caught up in her own bliss to notice. She had stoped shaking and shivering, and was now limply bent over the ledge. I was motionless, not daring to move. I was pretty sure I was well hidden, but I could not be positive whether and what the man had seen. I could not make out their faces, so even if he saw me, he could not make out mine. But I didn't know if he had noticed my nakedness. He looked in my direction for a good 10 seconds or so. And then he looked away, and towards Anagha.

He pulled her up, turned her around and kissed her. Then he lifted her up from the waist and sat her on the ledge. I noticed for the first time that he was quite a big man. Anagha is tall, and he stood more than a head above her. He must have easily been 6'4" or 6'5". He had really thick bulging arms and forearms, almost like a wrestler's. And there was the pot belly of course. He seemed like someone who had been heavily into body-building in his younger days, but had let himself go.

But I digress. He lifted her, very effortlessly, and put her on the ledge facing him. He put one huge arm around her waist and another around her shoulder. And, I noticed with amazement, started banging her again. For some reason I had assumed that just because Anagha came, and I came, he must have had an orgasm too. But he clearly was not done. Hugging her tightly, he kept banging her hard and fast. I looked at Anagha's tight and round butt with admiration, as it moved, shivered and flexed under his assault.

And then, he move his head forward, past and over Anagha's shoulder, and looked in my direction again. I could not see the expressions on his face, but I got the feeling he was smiling. Then he looked down for a second, looked up again, and then looked down again. I realized he wanted me to look down too. At what? Anagha's ass? No, i realized as I looked down. He wanted me to look at his right hand which was near Anagha's right shoulder-blade.

The hand was making a thumbs up sign, which he then pointed in his own direction. I watched spellbound as the thumb then gradually went down, and the index finger came up. He then thrust his hand forward, in my direction, pointing at me. Then his index finger was folded again, and his middle finger came up. He held his hand with the middle finger upstretched, as if flipping me off, but then moved his hand up and down, up and down, up and down, rapidly five times. He then stretched all fingers out, and turned his palm over a couple of times. My brain decoded his message - I will fuck you next.




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..."




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"Yes, I smoked. But we'll talk about it later. You go back to Ijaz. Hehe" I pushed her towards her bedroom.

"Hehe. Okay. Yeah, I should. I'll tell you about him later... he's the one! Anyway, talk to you later." Anagha walked away. She stopped near the bedroom door and said, "Wait, aren't you surprised to see me back so soon? I was gonna be gone for a week."

"Oh yeah, of course. Sorry, I've had a long night. How did you come back so early." I said feigning surprise.

"Oh, it all had to do with him. I'll introduce you to him later. Bye for now."

And she went back inside her room. I turned around, went inside my bedroom and crashed on my bed, overwhelmed by feelings of exhaustion, satisfaction, relief, contentment, excitement, and the latest entry after the conversation with Anagha - the guilt.

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Epilogue

(Anagha narrates)

I walked into my bedroom, and Ijaz was sitting on the bed naked, his dick fully erect.

"Sorry, I just had to talk to Teju a bit." I said as I took off my robe, pushed him back and got on top of him, taking his dick inside gradually.

"That's OK. Seems like a sweet girl." Ijaz said as he grabbed my waist and started thrusting into me upwards.

"Yeah she is. Best roommate I have ever had." I said as his dick started probing me deeper. "I'll introduce you two......"

I paused, even as Ijaz kept thrusting into me. I pushed his hands off and got off him. And sat next to him, stunned.

"What happened?" Ijaz asked with a surprised look on his face."You look upset. What happened?"

"What happened?" I said in an icy cold voice. "I'll tell you what happened. What happened is, I never introduced you two, even when you poked your head out of the bedroom."

"So? That's OK. She'll understand. You can introduce us later." Ijaz replied.

"No, I never introduced you two. I've never told her about you. Never mentioned your name. And yet you know what she said to me when I asked about her smoking?" I said, with my voice rising.

"Umm....what?" Ijaz said.

"She said to me - 'you go back to Ijaz'" I replied, no almost yelling. "How the fuck does she know your name Ijaz???"



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I woke up with a mild headache in the afternoon, my body still aching a bit after the eventful previous night. I had slept in the nude. I put my panties on, put on a long t-shirt, and walked out of my bedroom to make me some coffee, hoping that Ijaz would have left my now.

Anagha was sitting on the couch in a terrycloth robe watching TV with a cup of coffee in her hand. She looked at me with a very serious expression on her face for a few seconds. I looked back, puzzled and said,

"Hey Anagha. Good... afternoon. What's up?"

"Teju... I...." she paused as she picked up the remote and switched the TV off. "I need to talk to you."

"Yeah, sure. Just let me get some coffee." I said, stretching my arms lazily.

"OK. There is some black coffee in the pot. Help yourself."

I poured myself the coffee, put in some milk and sugar, and joined Anagha on the couch.

"OK sweetie, what do you wanna talk about?" I asked. Anagha looked into my eyes with a serious expression and said,

"Teju... I know all about last night."

My heart jumped up my throat. What did she mean exactly.

"You know about last night? What do you mean?" I asked.

"Come on, Teju. Don't play dumb with me. Ijaz told me everything. I know it all. Drop the act." she replied, raising her voice a little.

I stayed silent for a few seconds, wondering if I really should drop the act. But you know how it is. Some times, there is comfort in pretending to be ignorant, even if the pretense is about to be shattered.

"I have no idea what you are talking about, Anagha." I said tentatively.

Anagha exhaled slowly. Kept her cup on the coffee table and got up. She took a couple of steps, stood in front of me and gently pried the cup from my hand and placed it on the coffee table on a coaster. Something that amuses me now as I think about it, because it showed what a cleanliness freak she was even when upset.

I looked at her puzzled, as she stood in front of me for a couple of seconds. What she did next absolutely shocked me.

"YOU SLUT!!!" she yelled, and slapped me across my face very hard. Before I could react, she slapped me hard again. Tears started streaming down my face involuntarily.

"Anagha, please....." I tried to say something, but that's when her third slap landed. I put put arms up in front of my face to shield it, as her next few slaps landed on my arms. But she was not done. She grabbed my hair and yanked hard, making me fall to the floor in a fetal position. She then started kicking me on my ass and my back really hard. I realized that unless I fought back, this crazy bitch could seriously hurt me.

I grabbed her kicking right foot and pulled it hard, and she fell, landing on her ass right next to me. But that only angered her more. In a flash she was on top of me, her knees on either side of my waist and started slapping me again. As I tried to grab her hands and wrestle back, she raised her butt a bit and brought it down hard on my stomach, knocking the wind out of me. I finally gave up resisting.

"YOU SLUT... YOU WHORE.... YOU BITCH..." she yelled as she kept slapping my face, and I kept crying. Finally after about a minute or so she stopped, and just sat there on top of me, breathing hard. "How could you do that to me, Teju? How could you fuck him even after you saw us doing it?" she said and started crying too.

"I am sorry, Anagha, I really really sorry" I said, sobbing.

Anagha bent down, with her face very close to mine and gently wiped my tears.

"I am sorry too, Teju. I should not have... I mean I just wanted to talk.... I don't know what came over me...." and started crying even harder. I put my hands around her back and pulled her closer, holding her in an embrace, her face next to mine.

"It's OK. I understand. I guess I deserved it." I said, running my hands up and down over the terrycloth robe covering her back.

We lay like that for a minute or so, me holding her in my embrace, as we both stopped crying. Anagha, still locked in my hug, raised her face until it was right on top of mine. We stared into each others eyes for a few seconds. I was just about to say something when she did something that completely caught me off guard.

She closed her eyes, put her lips on mine and started kissing me. I don't know if it was the anger or the passion in her kiss, but I could not help but kiss her back. If Anagha had been unsure about this, my response seemed to embolden her. She slid her right hand under the back of my head, pulled me upwards and continued her kiss even more intensely.

Stunned, I realized that I was getting very turned on. I had experimented with girls when in college, but whatever was happening was on a whole new level. This was hands down the best kissing I had ever experienced, with no guy even coming close. And hands down, it was, in more ways than one. Almost involuntarily, my right hand picked itself off Anagha's back and started advancing towards my crotch. On its way there, it bumped into Anagha's left hand, which clearly had the same plans.

Our hands bumping into each other made us both break the kiss and look downwards. I smiled at Anagha sheepishly. She didn't smile back, but the look she gave me instead was odd. Her eyes looked as if there was a fire inside them. Her lips were partially open and trembling. She stayed like that for a few seconds, as if mulling over a decision, and when she finally moved, it was with a sense of purpose.

She stood up, and gave me a hand to help me up the floor. I took her hand, and lifted myself up the ground. Still holding my hand, she looked downwards. I followed her gaze towards the crotch of my panties which was wet. Anagha then turned, and started walking towards her room, dragging me behind her.

"Anagha I...." I said as I tried to resist her pulling. She stopped, and hissed with a heavy breath,

"Shhhhh! No talking. Just shut the fuck up!" and started dragging me behind her.

In a few seconds, were were at her bed and she threw me on top of it. She then took her robe off and threw it on the floor, revealing that she was completely naked underneath. She then hitched her fingers into the waistband of my panties and pulled them down in one motion, throwing them on the floor, revealing my naked pussy to her. Next, she climbed on to the bed and pulled my t-shirt off, throwing it on the floor too.

She then lay down next to me and grabbed my left boob with her right hand.

"Hmmmm" she said as she bent down and gave the nipple a tantalizing lick. "They look even bigger naked than they seem to be clothed."

I felt a touch at my clit and noticed her left hand was there. Almost immediately, she found the right spot and started her magic.

"Ooohhhhhhhhhhhh" I squealed.... no fingers, male or female, had ever pleasured my clit so well. Anagha kept playing with my clit and my boobs as I closed my eyes, threw my head back and just soaked in the pleasure. Within a couple of minutes, I was about to hit my orgasm when, sensing it from my breathing, Anagha withdrew her finger. I groaned in frustration, opened my eyes, looked at her and said,

"Damn! I was so close!"

Anagha had a very stern look on her face. She grabbed my hair, pulled it really hard, and said in a cold voice,

"You slut! I thought I told you no talking. How dare you disobey me?" and slapped me hard. I just lay there, my cheek stinging, confused about what exactly was happening here. One moment she was gentle, and the next she was stern. She continued, "Now listen, I don't care when you want to cum, or when you don't want to cum. From now on, I call the shots in this house, and you are my slave, understand?"

"What?" I said, surprised. And another hard slap landed on my face.

"NO TALKING, SLAVE!!!" she yelled, "FROM NOW ON, YOU WILL NOT SPEAK UNLESS I PERMIT YOU TO. YOU WILL ONLY CONVEY YOUR YES'S AND NO'S WITH NODS AND SHAKES OF YOUR HEAD! UNDERSTOOD?"

I nodded, not wanting another slap.

"Good, you catch on fast."

She started playing with my clit again. Once more, she got me very close to orgasm, and stopped just a few second short. I groaned once more, and she started laughing. She played with my boobs for a little bit, and then played with my clit again, once more stopping just short, almost driving me crazy.

"Please Anagha please.... let me cum.." I begged, forgetting her orders about not talking. Then I realized my error, and braced for some more slaps. But they didn't come. Anagha sat up and said,

"Disobeying me again by talking! You are quite the rebellious slave, aren't you? You need to be taught a lesson."

She got up off the bed and walked to her closet. As she did, I couldn't help but admire her perfect butt as it swayed. She came back to the bed with a big plastic bag. She took two velvet-covered handcuffs out of the bag. Before I could quite comprehend what was going on, she snapped one loop on my left hand and another on the bars of the headboard. In a flash, she took the other one and did the same with my right hand. I was now naked, with my hands cuffed to the bed above my head.

This wasn't too new for me. I had dated guys before who had a fetish for bondage. But what Anagha took out of the bag next was completely new to me. It looked like a g-string, but made of rubber cord. In its front, it had a small hole with some sort of a clip. Anagha got up with that thing in her hand, and said,

"Don't try to kick me or anything, or you'll regret it. Alright?"

I nodded. She went to my feet, put one foot each through the loops of the strange g-string, and pulled it up. The waistband was small, but flexible and it fit snugly around my waist. the cord in the back fit tightly in my asscrack, making me feel very uncomfortable. My crotch was covered with a small triangle of rubber with the hole in it.

"You're wondering what this is for, I suppose." Anagha said with a devilish grin on her face. I nodded. "I'll show you. This is a rubber g-string if you will. And the hole...."

She picked up the bag and took out what looked like a small vibrator,

"... the hole" she continued "is where this little fella goes."

I still didn't quite get what the point of all this was. Instead of using her fingers to tease me, she was going to use a vibrator? Alright. Big deal. As I was thinking, Anagha took out a single AA battery from her drawer, and put it in the vibrator. She clicked it on, and it buzzed into life. She then turned it off and came close to me.

She inserted the vibrator in the hole, and with her fingers, made sure it was right on my clit. She then snapped the clip near the whole on to a hook in the vibrator and fixed it into a place.

"Hmm... now let's see if it is a perfect fit", Anagha said, grabbed hold of my hips and shook them vigorously, sideways and then up and down. The vibrator, sure enough, stayed in place, as if it had been nailed there. "Looks good."

Anagha then turned the vibrator on, and ah, at once, it started working on my clit. I started moaning and squirming in pleasure as Anagha watched with a smile on her face. I smiled back at her, and enjoyed the vibrations filling me with pleasure. Maybe it was Anagha's previous machinations on my clit, or maybe it was the vibrator's efficiency, but I started orgasming within a minute.

I bucked and thrashed and yelled as the vibrator sent me over the edge. The handcuffs restricted my movement, but still allowed enough for me to arch my back and take in the orgasm as it hit me and went on for well over 30 seconds. Finally, as the orgasm subsided, I fell back on the bed, relieved and breathing heavily in bliss. That's when I realized. The vibrator was still working on my clit. It was like an annoying tickle now.

"If you have something to say, you have permission to do so now, slave." Anagha said with her manic smile wider than ever.

"Umm... could you take this off please?" I said, breathing heavily, and squirming again.

"Actually..... No. I will not. You are a horny slut. You want orgasms. Well, you are gonna get as many orgasms as a brand new AA battery on this vibrator can give you. Non stop."

"What? No, come on AnaghaaaAAAAAAAAA" I said as another orgasm hit me and I started thrashing about again.

"Enjoy, my dear slave. I'll be back in a bit." She said, went to her closet and started picking out clothes. I watched, panicky and incoherent, as she put on underwear, a bra, a knee-length skirt and a tank top.

Meanwhile, I had been thrashing, bucking, bending my legs, doing anything I could to dislodge the vibrator from where it was. My heart was beating faster than it ever had. The succession of orgasms after orgasms was driving me crazy. I started yelling, hoping that some neighbor might hear me and come to my rescue, but Anagha was one step ahead.

Now fully dressed, she approached me, took out a gag-ball from her toy-bag and thrust it in my mouth. She then pulled its rubber cord over my head and around my face to keep it in place. Thus muffling my cries almost completely.

"OK, seeya soon, slave." Anagha said, and left the room, closing the door behind her.

I lay there as another orgasm hit me, and by now my body was too tired to thrash around too much. I started panicking and crying, convinced that Anagha wanted me to die of heart failure. I kept struggling and trying to fight back the orgasms. I don't know how long this continued, as I slowly felt a darkness enveloping me. I was convinced I was dying, as I passed out.

I woke up with a start. The clock on Anagha's dresser drawer indicated I had been passed out for about 45 minutes. I looked down towards my crotch and noted with relief that the g-string and the vibrator were gone. The gag was still in my mouth though.

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I lay there, naked and handcuffed, and tried to analyze the situation. What had happened? Had Anagha raped me? I wasn't fully sure. I had been a willing participant for most of the time. I had enjoyed her kiss, and her fingering of my clit. I had loved the feel of her naked body against my skin. And I had been mesmerized at her naked body. But this hadn't been just two women making love. Anagha had clearly been dominant, in fact too dominant. And I, most of the time, had been submissive. And willingly so. I knew that if I wanted, I could have summoned up enough physical strength to fight off her advances. But I hadn't. My resistance to her had been almost cursory or token.

And what was all that about her calling me a slave and saying she would call the shots from now on? Why had I meekly gone along with it? I knew about the BDSM lifestyle and had even enjoyed being submissive to some dominant boyfriends. But those were BOY-friends. Anagha was a woman. Was I actually enjoying being so utterly dominated by a woman? Was I happy to be her slave? How would this work? We were roommates after all. She could not hope to.....

My train of thought was interrupted by the door opening and Anagha entering. She was still dressed in the skirt and the tank top, and had a wide smile on her face.

"You're finally up then. I kept checking every ten minutes. Took you a long time. Usually when I pass out after using that vibrator-g-string, I am back after 15 minutes." she said as she came and sat down next to me. She took out the gag-ball from my mouth. She then put her left hand on my left boob and started playing with it.

"Anagha, what the...OWWWWW" I started to speak, but cried out mid-sentence as she pinched my nipple really hard.

"Alright, first of all, what I said before still applies. You are not to speak unless I have given you explicit permission. Can you get that into your thick head, you stupid cunt?" she said in a menacing voice.

I nodded.

"Secondly," she continued, "you are not to refer to me as Anagha any more. If you do, I will treat it as an insult and an affront and punish you for it. From now on, you will only refer to me as Mistress. Get that?"

I nodded again.

"You can speak for the next few minutes now. So do you get what I am saying?" she said.

"Yes, I do."

"Yes, you do what?" she said, pinching my nipple again, making me wince.

"Yes, Mistress. I understand that from now on I am to refer to you only as Mistress." I said, surprised at my instant agreement. I could have argued, shouted, resisted, and even tried to fight. But yet, inexplicably, i just meekly obeyed her.

"Good, now that's spoken like a nice obedient slave. You understand that from now on you are my slave, right?"

"Yes, Mistress." I said, avoiding her gaze.

"Yes Mistress what?"

"Yes, Mistress. I realize that from now on I am your slave. I will follow your every order, and do whatever you command me to." I said, going above and beyond what she expected me to say. That clearly pleased her, because she beamed and said,

"Very very good, slave. You are learning fast."

She then took a key out of the plastic bag and unlocked my handcuffs. Freed from them, I stretched my arms a bit, and then sat there naked, wondering what I was supposed to do next. I could see my tshirt and panties strewn on the floor. Would it be alright if I put them back on? Anagha saw me look at my cothes, and reading my mind said,

"No, you can not put your clothes on yet. Here's what we do next."

Anagha walked to the closet and rummaged about a bit in there. She fished out a black bra and a tiny black skirt. Then she took out a trench coat and walked to me with them.

"Alright, wear this, slave." she said, dropping the garments on the bed next to me.

I picked up the bra. It was not actually a bra, but some sort of a skimpy top. It did not have shoulder straps, but just a loop at the top, like with halters. Furthermore, the loop was made of leather. The outline of the bra was leather too, with the cups made of some flimsy lace. As I examined it further, I realized that at the back, it did not have hooks, but a metallic push-button.

"Stop examining it like some inspector. Put it on, slave."

I put the loop around my neck. The cups barely covered a quarter of each breast. This top was clearly Anagha's size and since my boobs were a bit bigger, I wasn't sure if it would fit me. Sure enough when I reached behind my back and tried to button it, I couldn't. The button and the hole couldn't meet each other.

"Having trouble putting it on? That's understandable. It's my size, so a little small for your massive tits. Eventually we'll buy you stuff that's your own size. But for now, this will have to do. Here, I'll help you." Anagha said and stepped behind me. She pushed at my back with her knees and pulled my shoulders back with her hands. Then she stretched the side-straps of the top very hard, as I felt the leather press into my skin. I felt a little suffocated as she pulled harder and finally managed to push the button shut.

I felt very uncomfortable in this top which was clearly one size too small for me. The lace cups were stretched against my boobs and my nipples were poking hard through them. As I wiggled around a bit uncomfortably, Anagha picked up the skirt and handed it to me.

I got off the bed and put it on. It was a loose pleated cotton skirt with an elastic waistband that fit me well. But when I wore it, I realized it was even shorter than it had initially looked. It just about covered my pussy and my ass. I reached behind with my hands to make sure my ass crack wasn't on display.

"Now you look like the whore that you truly are. Actually, we need something else to show your whorishness." Anagha said and went to her dresser table. She took out a bright red lip-stick, came close to me, held my cheeks with her left hand making me pout, and then rubbed it liberally over my lips.

She then grabbed my hand and dragged me over to a mirror. As I saw my reflection, I was shocked at how trashy I looked. Lips smeared with bright red lip stick. Huge boobs that were partially exposed and clearly struggling to burst out of the top. The black skirt was showing a lot of my thighs. I then turned around to see how I looked from behind. Almost all of my back was on display, except for the tiny portion covered by the strap of the top, and my ponytailed hair. The shape of my round bubble butt was obvious even through that loose skirt, and a hint of my ass cheeks was visible.




Naked Delhi Daredevilry Ch. 03



"Very good. My slave now looks just like the whore she is." Anagha said. "Now, put on that trench coat. We are going for a ride."

Very obediently, I put on the trenchcoat, happy that it was covering me up, and waited for further instructions from Anagha. She looked at me with a smile, then started walking out of the room, indicating with her finger that I should follow her. Taking me to the shoerack, she made me put on a set of high-heels.

A few minutes later, I was sitting on the passenger seat in her car and she was driving. It was now about 7 p.m. and I was happy that no one in the building had been around to see my peculiar appearance, wearing a trench coat in the hot Delhi summer, with so much lipstick on my face.

As we drove through some of the more crowded streets, a lot more men than usual were staring at us. Women in Delhi are used to shameless stares from strange men, and attractive women doubly so. And when it is two attractive women like us, with one of them dressed in a tank top, and the other with so much lip stick smeared on her face, you can imagine how many looks we got.

I was relieved when we finally crossed the city limits and hit the highway. But that relief was shortlived as Anagha soon said,

"Take off the trenchcoat."

"What? But Anagha..." I started to say, and she shot me a sharp look. Meekly, I started unbuttoning the coat and untied its waistband. I slipped it off my shoulders, took my arms out of it, and raised my butt off the car seat to pull it out from under me. I held it in a bunch in front of me, covering my exposed torso.

"Throw it in the back seat." Anagha ordered, and I did as ordered. I sat there feeling very uncomfortable as I felt the seatbelt press against much of my naked skin. The skirt was too short, so it was my butt that was mostly directly in contact with the seat, no matter how hard I tried to cover my ass.

Now, honks are common on the streets of India, and especially Delhi. People honk for the slightest reasons, often to just break the monotony of driving. But in a couple of minutes I noticed that the honks from the oncoming traffic had increased a lot. Just as the reason for it was about to hit me, Anagha made it clear,

"Hehe, notice all those honks? People seem to like your top."

I opened my mouth in shock. Looked down and noticed once again how little of my bosom was covered. Instinctively, I slipped down in the seat, hoping I wouldn't be visible to other drivers. But Anagha would have none of it.

"Slave, I order you to sit up. Stop playing coy. You like running around the neighborhood naked, seducing men anyway. Don't pretend like you don't want this."

I was about to protest and explain that my naked night games were not about being seen, but about the risk. But I knew I didn't have the permission to speak. So I reluctantly sat up, and the honks continued.

Now as it happened, oncoming traffic had been able to see me quite clearly, but the traffic that was with us had probably not. After all, someone would have to look into our car to notice me. Furthermore, I was in the passenger seat, so not the one immediately visible to people overtaking us. Anagha was the one they saw, and she blocked me from their view.

Anagha probably realized this. So she sped up, got into the overtaking lane, and pulled up next to a car which was in front of us. I looked over and saw it was a middle aged man driving, with his wife next to him. He kept his eyes on the road for a few seconds, but then registered the presence of our car next to him and looked over. His eyes grew wide as he saw my barely covered size D tits almost spilling out of the top. His wife realized what he was looking at and started yelling at him. But he did not pay any attention and kept staring.

The staring made me very conscious and I bent down to hide myself from him.

"What are you doing, slave? Did I tell you.....hehehe"

Anagha's smile had followed a soft click sound. My bending down had turned out to be a stupid move. As I bent down, my boobs swayed forward, and their significant weight had put a strain on the top that the solitary button could not withstand. With a click it came undone, and the top was now hanging from my neck, leaving my boobs uncovered.

"Sit straight, that is an ORDER!!" Anagha yelled, and I reflexively straightened.

The speed with which I straightened compounded matters further. As I straightened, the loosely hanging top flew up, and came to rest behind my back, leaving my boobs fully exposed. I could not muster up the courage to look at the driver in the other car, and just brought up my hands to cover my boobs with them.

"Lower you hands, NOW!" Anagha said authoritatively.

"Please, Mistress. They can see everything. Please don't make me do this." I said, close to tears.

"That's it, bitch. You've crossed the line into insubordination now." Anagha hissed and took her foot off the gas. Her car slowed down and fell behind the other car. I sat there in panic as Anagha slowed the car down further and pulled over to the side of the road. I looked to the side of the road and breathed a sigh of relief as there were no building there, but just trees and fields.

"Get out of the car." Anagha said, as she unlocked the door and stepped out herself. She opened the back door and grabbed the bag of her toys. She then walked around the car to my door, opened it and yelled, "I SAID GET OUT OF THE CAR, SLAVE!!"

Shaking with fear, I stepped out of the car, my hands still covering my boobs and the top still hanging from the neck loop behind my back. Fortunately, it had gotten quite dark now, and the few passing cars going at high speed, probably didn't notice us.

Anagha's face was almost red with fury. With her free hand, she grabbed one of my wrists and pulled me behind her. With my other arm still covering my boobs, I followed her, barely managing to keep my balance with the high heels as she dragged me away from the highway.

She dragged me a couple of hundred meters inwards into open land that was dotted with a few trees and shrubs. I stumbled a few times over the uneven terrain, but Anagha kept dragging me. Finally she came to a stop, and so did I. She then turned around, and slapped me across the face very hard. The impact of her slap, coupled with the difficulty I was having maintaining my balance on the high heels, knocked me to the ground. Luckily, the ground was covered with grass, so the fall did not hurt me.

"You will pay for disobeying me, slave." Anagha hissed and kicked me hard in the stomach twice. As I lay there, curled in a foetal position, she bent down and took the top off over my head. I was now lying there on the ground wearing only a tiny skirt and my high heels, with no underwear on.

"I am sorry, Mistress." I cried, "Please forgive me. I'll never defy you again. Please.." 

"Yes, you won't. Because I am going to teach you a lesson you will not forget." Anagha said and reached into the bag and took out one of the handcuffs she had used on me earlier. I was still bracing with the pain of her kicks to my stomach, and was crying, so did not have the presence of mind to resist as she snapped the handcuffs on both of my wrists. 

"Now, on your knees, bitch." she ordered. Still crying, I got on my knees. "Hands and head on the ground. I want you in all fours, like the bitch that you are."

I bent down and put my elbows and head on the ground, bent over with my ass sticking up. Anagha then walked behind me, and with one foot, flipped the back of my skirt so that it was resting on my back. My ass was now completely exposed. Anagha got on her knees next to me, and SMACK.

I winced as her palm came down hard on my ass cheecks.

"Ouch, that hurts." I cried.

"It is supposed to hurt, slut. This is not meant for your pleasure." Anagha said and continued spanking me as hard as she could. Soon my ass cheeks started burning with the pain, and I kept crying.

Finally, I guess Anagha's arm got tired of the spanking and she stopped. I was a sobbing mess, with my ass hurting more than it ever had. I was pretty sure it had turned red by now.

Anagha got up, picked up the bag, and started walking away. I panicked at the thought of being left here topless, with the skimpiest of skirts covering my lower body.

"Wait!!" I yelled. "Please don't leave me here like this. Please, Mistress."

She stopped, turned around and said,

"Your punishment isn't over yet, slave. Don't worry. I will be back in.... oh I don't know, maybe one or two hours. Till then, you think about what you have done, and try to learn from your mistakes."

"But what if.... what if someone comes here and sees me and...." I protested.

"Oh, now you are worried about someone catching you? Where were these worries when you were cavorting around naked in our neighborhood? When you seduced the only man I have ever truly loved?" she said in a calm and cold voice.

"I am sorry about that. Please forgive me. I'll do anything you want. But please don't do this." I said.

"It is too late for sorries now, Teju." Anagha said, referring to me by name for the first time in hours. Her expression softened for a while and it seemed like she might change her mind. But then it changed to a stern expression again and she said "Tell you what, I am going to give you a fair chance to save yourself. I'll be back in a couple of minutes."

She walked past some trees and bushes towards the highway. In a couple of minutes, she returned with the trenchcoat in her hand.

"OK, in the pocket of this trenchcoat, I have put your cellphone, and some money. And now I am putting in....." she showed me the key to the handcuffs and slipped it into the pocket and buttoned the pocket closed. "the key to your cuffs. I will leave this trenchcoat around here somewhere, and if you can find it, you can free yourself. Then put the coat on, use the cellphone to call a cab, and come home."

I heaved a sigh of relief. Anagha wasn't as mean as I had feared her to be. I could search for the coat, and get out of this predicament.

"Now, don't follow me. Stay here, understand?" Anagha said and started walking past me and farther into the trees. I sat on the ground, waiting for Anagha to come back. It had gotten completely dark by now, and searching for the trenchcoat wouldn't be easy, but I was sure I could find it.

Five minutes later, Anagha returned empty handed.

"Okay, the trenchcoat is in there somewhere. Find it, and you're free. Don't go searching for it before you hear me drive away." she said with a wry smile.

"Thank you, Mistress." I said with gratitude and she just nodded as she walked past me and towards the highway.

After I heard her car drive off, I got up and walked past the trees in the direction she had gone. I kicked off the high heels to make it easier for me to walk. It was dark, but I am sure the skin colored trenchcoat would be visible wherever it was. My hands cuffed together, but my feet free, I started searching for it.

Five minutes later I spotted it. And my heart sank in despair. There it was, neatly folded, wedged on the branch of a tree, about twenty feet above the ground.

"Anagha, you cruel sadistic bitch." I cursed, shaking my head. She had climbed up the tree and put the coat there, knowing fully well that with my hands cuffed together, I could not climb up it to retrieve it.

I still decided to try and climb it. But with my hands cuffed together, it was impossible to climb that high. After about ten minutes of futile attempts I was standing below the tree, out of breath, still naked except for that tiny skirt, and still handcuffed.

As I came to terms with the fact that there was no way I could climb that tree with my hands cuffed, another truth dawned upon me. I had no choice but to get help from someone else to get that trenchcoat. I had to expose my huge boobs and my barely covered pussy and ass to some stranger.

"Anagha, you cruel sadistic bitch!" I shouted out once more.

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to be continued...



Naked Delhi Daredevilry



If, for some reason, someone suddenly saw me, there was not much I could do but leave myself at their mercy. This was by far the riskiest thing I had ever done. If a skydive went wrong, it would kill me instantly and end the suffering. But if this went wrong... the repercussions were vast and varied.

Well, the die was cast, I said to myself. No way out but to go through with this. This time as I walked down the stairs, without the buffer of the robe in my hand, I went even slower. At every turn of the staircase, I'd stay back, look around for a minute or so to ensure no one was around, and then walk down. At the bottom of the staircase, I stayed for a couple of minutes, made sure the coast was clear, and then scurried to the back of the wing.

The darkness at the back gave me some confidence. My pace picked up a bit as I walked along the walls to wing 3, then wing 2, until I was just a few feet away from where my key was. As the destination came into sight I just sprinted. In a jiffy, I was at the spot, and had bent down to pick up the key when,

Hrrrrfffff...

Not exactly a bark. It seemed more like a polite clearing of the throat. I looked up and saw the watchman's dog turn around the corner and stand there in front of me. A wave of panic swept through me as I froze motionless in the bent down position, with my hand inches from the key. The dog and I were staring at each others' eyes for what seemed like an eternity.

Finally I picked up the key and stood straight. The dog was still standing there, looking at me. Was his master close behind him, I thought with terror. I took a few steps to the edge of the wall and slowly peeked over. Phew! The watchman still seemed to be sitting in his kiosk. Was he sleeping, I wondered. He should not be sleeping. His job is to be the night watchman, I said to myself. He isn't paid to sleep at night. What if some thieves sneak past while he is sleeping? You stupid cow!!! a voice in my head screamed. Is this really the time to ruminate over the watchman's professionalism? When stranded here buck naked, isn't it more important to think about tackling this curious incident of the dog in the night time?

I turned my gaze back to the dog. He was no longer staring at me. Just walking around, sniffing stuff on the ground, doing, you know, dog stuff. I guess he had labeled my appearance as an unremarkable occurrence, I thought in relief and started walking back. As I started walking, he took notice and started following me too, from a polite distance of a couple of feet. After I reached wing 3, I stopped. He stopped too and resumed staring at me.

Now as it happens, this dog and I were no strangers. I love dogs, and can not help but play a little with any dog that crosses my path. In the past, when coming back from work or from dinner at night, when someone would drop me off at the gate, this dog was often around. I would pet him, rub his coat, have him lick my palms, as I made small talk with the watchman. I knew the dog's name was Moti. And Moti might not know me as Teju, but knew my scent well for sure.

But, as I noted to myself, those encounters with the dog had me fully clothed. Now I was wearing as much fabric as he was. How did a dog look at this situation, I wondered. Does a dog notice the difference between a person clothed and naked? Or was I the same woman to him naked as I was clothed? He wasn't barking, and appeared very calm. So I guess he didn't notice the difference. I started walking again, and he started following me, this time his tail wagging rapidly.

"Moti...shoo... go away. Go back. Moti.." I whispered, and tried to convince him to turn around and go back. But he wouldn't.

That's when it struck me. Based on our previous interactions, it was Moti's understanding that the norm when we met was for me to pet him, rub him and make some fuss over him. He was expecting me to do that again. Maybe if I played with him a little, he'd go away. Oh, what the hell, I thought to myself and patted him on the head and then rubbed the coat of his back.

"Aww Moti... whose the good boy? You're the good boy. You're the shweetie pie... awww.." I whispered, not wanting to make too much noise. His tail started wagging even more. I got down on my knees and scratched and petted him some more. He too, as per habit, started licking my palm, and the key in it.

I bent down slightly to rub playfully behind his ears, and nuzzle his coat. Which turned out not to be a great thing to do while naked. My C-cup breasts swung forward over my palm and right in front of his face. Moti moved his tongue from my palm to my breasts and started licking my nipples and aureoles.

And my instant reflex was a rather stupid one. I should have realized Moti was just a dog and meant no harm. But when you have grown up as the big-boobed girl in school and college, have had several guys on not just dates, but even in bars, clubs, swimming pools and buses trying to cop a feel, you develop a reflex to fight back.

"MOTI! YOU IDIOT!!" I yelled and slapped the poor dog on his face. Moti, shocked by the slap withdrew, stepped away from me and started barking loudly. I realized how stupid I had been, and tried to go close to him and said

"Oh Moti, I am so sorry...please..", but his barking continued. And then shortly..

CLICK.......CLICK....

I looked back in horror as two lights came on in windows in wing 3, one on the first floor and another on the third floor. And I did the only logical thing to do in this naked state. Turned and ran as fast as I could. Ran back to my wing, ran up the stairs, and in possibly record time, had unlocked my door, gone in and shut it behind me. I felt as if I could pass out with horror any minute.I sank on the floor, and after my mind returned to normalcy, thought about it. I had run into the ground floor of my wing within seconds of the lights coming on. It was unlikely that anyone had seen me. That had been a close shave.

Stupid stupid stupid, I said to myself. Stupid for stopping to play with the dog when naked. And stupid to slap him and yell at him. After the self-berating ended, it sunk in. There had been some hiccups towards the end, but I had done it. I had wilfully locked myself out naked, gotten the key and let myself in. And frankly, the unexpected turn of events, in Moti appearing and the two lights coming on had added to the rush. This was great.

For the final time that night I brought myself off. Walked into the balcony naked one last time, in a "one for the road" spirit. Shook my head in amazement and happiness at what I had discovered about myself tonight. And decided to call it a night. As I turned around to go back in, I noticed again the abandoned half-constructed building across the street. Hmm... that offers possibilities for the future, I thought to myself, as I went to bed.

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