3 comments/ 30119 views/ 4 favorites Distant Pleasure Ch. 01 By: pleasure_for_u Akshay's perspective - These are my best days of life, I thought with philosophical certainty. Living in the present is a diktat that a lot of people preach. But when the present is screwed up, all you can do is be nostalgic about the past, or dream about the future. That wasn't the case with me. Though I had fond memories of the past, and was not dreading the future, I had to admit my present was bloody good. I had just had sex with Shruti, my girlfriend... She was an air-hostess. Sexy as hell, willing to give me space and not too hung up on where our relationship was headed. She had left... She was working on a flight from Bangalore to USA that night. It would be a week before she returned. She had given me a good dose of loving, but I couldn't help crave for more. I was sprawled on my bed naked, and saw my dick go from flaccid to rock hard in a matter of seconds as I thought of Shruti. "You hungry bastard," I muttered under my breath as I got up to get a beer. I put on a shirt and a pair of shorts. I didn't have problem with being nude, but it was nippy that winter evening. I got that beer, and went to my bedroom again. It was a fairly large bedroom, by Bangalore standards. It even had a set of full length French windows in one corner. Sitting in a corner there, with a cold beer, and a cigarette was my way of looking at the metaphorical daffodils. I should explain at this point that my windows didn't open out to some glorious garden overflowing with fragrant flowers. Right in front of my house, across a small 10-feet wide by-lane was another 2 storied house; my bedroom window facing the kitchen window of that house. That's how independent houses are made in Bangalore... Wall to wall and window to window.... Such that you needed efforts to keep out eavesdroppers and peeping toms. That was the last house in that lane, and I did have a view of an empty field behind the row of houses. That field was set to go under bulldozers to build a new apartment complex. I frowned at the thought of all the noise and dust that would find its way into my home, and made a rueful note to myself to think of moving to a new place. That would be later though. For now, I was content sipping my beer. At that point the lady next door came into the kitchen. It was her cooking time. I waved a hi. She waved back a hi, shyly. It was a lot more lively than usual. Her waves were usually very secret. She didn't want her family to see her getting friendly with the next door dude. The family next door had moved in three months back. The girl, Preethi, her 3 year old kid, her husband and mother. I had gathered they had moved in from Chennai, a metropolis further down south of Bangalore. They were a conservative lot. In the three months, I had exchanged a couple of words with her husband and that was about it. Preethi was a beautiful girl. If I had to guess, she was about 27 or 28 years old. Her face, though was much younger. Her cheeks were full, but not in a droopy kind of a way. Her lips were to match and looked deliciously succulent. Her large eyes completed the adorable young-girl face. She had a petite frame, with breasts that were a handful. She had a lovely body, but mostly kept it draped in a modest saree. Her hair was usually rolled in a bun, and she never wore any makeup. Preethi was also a friendly girl. Though she was tied down with social norms and never ever talked to any guys unless she had some work, she always gave a coy smile when we crossed paths on the road. She was very chatty with her girlfriends when they got together in our lane. And she always waved a hi when we stood across in our homes -- she in her kitchen and me in my bedroom. From her more-than-usual animated gestures, I could make out that she was alone at home. I asked with hand gestures where her husband was. She showed me a plane taking off. That probably meant that he was travelling to US or London or somewhere for some work. I enquired about the mother and she had gone to Chennai. Her son was apparently asleep. With this charades, my beer was over as well. I felt like taking a shower. I mimed that to Preethi. She scowled in return and mouthed out her displeasure on me leaving her alone. I smiled at the flirting, and asked for 5 minutes. She signaled back that I'd better be back soon, or she'd hit me with belan -- a rolling pin used in cooking. I went for a shower... and was still thinking of Preethi. My dick -- that had subsided, throbbed back to life again. I rolled my fingers over my 10-inch long and substantially thick rod, wondering how would Preethi's lips feel on it. The image was great. I got done with my shower -- exercising restraint to not shag. I stepped out in the towel into my bedroom. I looked over at the windows, and realized Preethi would still be in her kitchen. I wondered how she would take me coming in front of her in just a towel. I should find out, I told myself. I went across to the windows. She looked up from her cooking and saw me smiling at her. She stopped what she was doing, dropped her Belan and stared intently. This was the first time she was seeing me semi-naked. She ran a finger across her lips and bit it between her teeth on the side of her mouth. I smiled wider and spread my arms, mouthing an arrogant, "You like what you see". I had my reasons to be proud though. I had a well toned physique. The muscles cut crisply to showcase my biceps, triceps, chest and abs. I was still working on my back and side abs. But the work-in-progress never failed to impress the girls. Preethi shyly covered her face and peeked again. She signaled me flex my arms. I obliged. She gave an inviting and hungry smile. I signaled her to drop her saree pallu from her shoulder and let have a glimpse of her blouse-clad chest. She glanced out her window, ensuring that no one else but me could look into her house. She then closed her eyes, and dropper her saree. She was wearing an exceptionally low cut blouse that day, giving an ample view of her cleavage. Neither was she wearing a bra. Clearly she took liberties when she was alone at home. She grabbed the edges of the blouse near her shoulders and pulled it tighter, squeezing her breasts into a tight self hug. Her nipples were protruding, clearly visible through her flimsy blouse. I extended my arms forward, as if grabbing her boobs and kissed in the air. As if pushed back by the force of my hands and ravishing kiss, she stumbled backwards, and pressed herself against, the back wall of her kitchen, which was not too far away from her cooking platform. With one hand raised over the head, inviting me to kiss her neck, that I might have done if I was actually with her... she pointed at my towel. I let my towel slip, showing off my dick which was fully erect. Preethi stared at it for a good while, massaging herself on the neck, her breasts and her hands going lower on to her belly and lower below... to places I couldn't see, places I was dying to lay my eyes on. Then she turned her head on the side of her raised hand... and started licking her arm -- a surrogate for my penis. With Preethi watching... I started shagging... giving her a profile view... so that she could see the full length of my member. She was getting more turned on every second. Her heaving chests, matched its rise and fall with that of my strokes. I knew she was fingering herself, and enjoying it thoroughly. After what seemed a forever of me drooling over her trembling body, and her licks and kisses from a distance so far... she walked up to the cooking platform... slowly... deliberately. How I wished she would walk through the walls, float through the air, and come to me... From the platform, she picked her yet unused belan... which was essentially a smooth wooden rod. She rubbed some oil on the belan... I realized what was going to happen with incredulity. It shot a rush of blood to my already throbbing dick. The wooden rod disappeared from view, and I saw a heightened arousal on Preethi's face. She gasped and threw her head back. None of her hands were in view. Her blouse had slipped off her shoulders and hanging loosely on her boobs which had swollen with erotic excitement. Oh how I wanted to suck those breasts. She bit her lips... as she urged me to shag faster. I wanted to know what she was doing with her pussy... whatever it was... she was clearly enjoying it. I laid down on the floor in front of my window... with my legs toward her... I shagged as I pictured her straddling me. She reached out again... as if wanting to do just that. And then she started shivering... convulsing... And she collapsed on the platform... as I heard a silent scream echoing from her throes... I was about to cum too... But I held on. I wanted her to see... She slowly brought herself up on her feet, looking at me with immense satisfaction... the look instantly turning to lust at the sight of my still hard dick... As she looked on... I gave a final thrust shooting my cum in a fountain of a wide, high spray. Both and Preethi and I looked at each other, and smiled knowing smiles. This guilty pleasure was not going to stop here. We were going to ravish each other's bodies. I had identified a feral side in her... A side that she was forced to suppress. A side that was seemingly not satisfied and was itching to express itself. She had found a taker... And I was going to embrace her with open arms... Distant Pleasure Ch. 02 Preethi's perspective - I didn't have much to complain about in my life. I had a good childhood with loving parents. I was educated well. I married well, and had a husband who provided adequately. And to top it off an adorable baby. I never quite missed anything at all in life. Till I moved to Bangalore and had Akshay as my neighbor. I had fantasized about guys before. But all of the guys before Akshay were just that... fantasies. They were mostly movie stars and maybe a college stud once in a while who caught my fancy. But these people did not play any real role in my life. I imagined them doing the dirtiest things to me... but that was all in my head. I never had to face them on a daily basis, or contend with conversing with them while getting goosebumps all over. Akshay changed all that. He was movie-star handsome. With charm to match. And any fantasy that played in my mind just seemed so real everytime I saw Akshay. After months of playing darting-eyes, and rapid-blushes and shy-smiles with Akshay, things heated up last month when I got a look at his dazzling body. It was all I had imagined. Groomed, fit, attractive... and just about 10 meters away for me. But oh so far... I will never forget that foreplay that we had... with erotic charges enveloping us across the street that separated our windows. Every move of his was so graceful... The way he'd removed his towel... the way his penis had risen to life... the way he'd pumped and humped with his hips moving gracefully. The things he'd prompted me to do. I had never pleasured myself before with a guy watching me. While I hadn't stripped for him the way he'd for me (and I wish I had, it was only fair), I had never given a show like that to a guy before. We'd come along some way since that day. I had talked to him for a bit, which by my history of talking to unrelated guys was a lot. We'd exchanged email ids and had taken up chatting. Conversations with him were always so delightful. He was so indulgent in his praises. I couldn't imagine a stunning guy like him ever liking such an.... Indian... desi... girl as myself. Turns out "desi" isn't as derogatory as the world makes it sound. With all the negative connotations imposed on the word, it has the allure of the mysterious to it. Plus Akshay said I had a great taste in clothes. My blouses fit me extremely well and my sarees always accentuated the best parts of my body. More so when I was alone at home. That was true I guess. And besides, I had a great body, if Akshay was to be believed. Oh that Akshay has a way with words. He makes compliments about my breasts and waist and back and neck sound like poetry. That's despite him never actually having seen my naked breasts. He claims the contours through my blouse strike up an excellent visual in his mind. But I am so different than his girlfriend... That Shruti. She's an air-hostess... glamorous like supermodel. Toned like one as well. Tall. Assertive. Confident. Maybe I should feel jealous of her. But I honestly don't. It's not as if Akshay is exclusively mine and I don't want to share him. I actually revel in the fact that a dream guy like Akshay actually finds me as attractive and sexual as a girl who I'd normally find intimidating if I ever had a run in with her. That itself boosted my confidence so much. Oh well, I bet a feminist must be cringing somewhere seeing a woman define her confidence by the appreciation of a guy. A neighbor no less. A neighbor for who I have a very illicit attraction going. Screw that feminist. Where has Akshay gone, I wondered as I sat on the computer, breaking away from the reverie of the past that led up to this moment. I was chatting with him... no it wasn't a video chat... and he wasn't shagging for me on the cam this time. It was a plain simple, friendly conversation. Oh there he is, I thought as my chat window showed him to be typing something. "Shruti's here," he said. "Aww," I typed in along with a sad emoticon. "Does that mean you have to go?" "Well yes. We don't waste a night that Shruti spends in town with me," He typed with a smiley face inserted in the end. "I understand." I said, with the serenity of saint. "Who wouldn't want to get a piece of that girl's body. I wouldn't mind it myself" I joked. After a bit of a silence, Akshay said "You want to watch?" My breathing and heart rate picked up. "What? What do you mean?" I would have probably stuttered if I were saying that right now. Good thing I was typing. I could at least appear to be not shaken up. "Well, I will keep the web-cam on. You can watch." He said and he appeared to be so nonchalant about it. I had a zillion emotions in my mind. I just couldn't gather my thoughts around it. The perverseness of it didn't really bother me a lot. The morality of it, about Akshay possibly making Shruti an unwilling, and worse, unware participant in his sexual games too didn't tug at my conscience. (Oh that feminist must be ready to murder me.) In the end, I didn't really sort through all my emotions and think through all my thoughts, and said, "ok..." Akshay started his web-cam. I saw his tough, handsome face, sporting a devilish smile. With the cam on, he bounded offscreen. I took the opportunity to check on my baby boy to see if he was sleeping. And he was sleeping... well... like a baby. I waited for a long 15 minutes. I was wet between my legs just thinking of what I was going to witness. When Akshay came back on the cam, he was shirtless. And he had Shruti with him... dressed in a sports bra and hot pants. I was still wearing a saree... but my blouse, very low-cut blouse, was stretched to its limits with my breasts swollen with excitement. The web-cam was aiming towards the bed. There was a good amount of empty space between the bed and his desk... where a pretty high end web cam was installed. After moving around in slow dance of bodies, Akshay made Shruti stand facing the webcam. Shruti was gorgeous to look at. I couldn't help comparing her to me. She was a little on the dusky side, while I was fair. I had a decent height of 5 and a half feet. But she was probably a couple of inches taller than me. My breasts were soft, and pliant. Her seemed a lot more firm. And bigger than mine. My nipples were pink and puffy and large, and even through the web-cam I could spot her tiny dark pecky nipples jutt out from her white almost-see through bra. Her ass was toned and firm as well. Mine was a lot softer, and smaller, but probably a lot more worth groping, I thought narcissistically. Her stomach was flat and toned with a hint of abs. On the whole she was very athletic and sportsy. I was a lot more feminine in a very Indian way. I was thin, And wasn't all that toned, but had a body that plumed in the right places. But there was Shruti, attractive in a totally opposite way, standing face to face, as much as the camera could make it possible that is. Akshay stood behind her, and moved her medium cut hair from one side of the neck, and started kissing her neck. Shruti was aroused... I could see that in the way her body responded to the touch of Akshay's lips on her neck. She bent one of her legs slightly on to the other. Her hands were wrapped with Akshay's around her waist. She turned her head around to give Akshay more of her neck to kiss and lick and bit. She bit her lips... and her eyes opened and I swear I could feel her staring at me. And then Akshay's hands moved behind Shruti's back... and they grabbed the bra and took it over her head. Her breasts had absolutely no sag. Akshay ran his hands over them giving the nipples a little pinch as he continued kissing her neck. He then moved beside her, and cupped her breasts and started sucking them. Shruti seemed to enjoying that as she cradled his head in her arms. I didn't even realize when I had slipped out of my saree and my petticoat. I then removed my blouse... and was watching Akshay and Shruti fuck while being naked. I soaked in the situation. A hot guy, a girl tricked into putting on a sex show for some other girl and I... a triangle I never thought I'd be a part of. After a while, Akshay got Shruti sitting on the bed... and he went to work on her pussy... Shruti lied down... on the bed, supporting herself on her elbows. Akshay multi-tasked as he kissed and licked her pussy... and his hands played with her breasts. As they did that I realized I was stripping my own clothes off. As if moved by a sexually charged spirit, my hands unwrapped the saree from around my body, and untied my petticoat. Before I knew, the my blouse was off me and I was sitting as stark naked in front of my computer as Shruti was on Akshay's bed. Akshay then started moving up on Shruti's body, his face smothered with her juices I imagined. Akshay and Shruti moved up on the bed, again with both of them facing me, and Shruti leaning back on Akshay as they sat on the bed. I was lamenting the distance, when Akshay whipped out a remote of some sort and zoomed in... and my whole screen was occupied by a naked and horny Shruti... and an appealing and delicious Akshay. Akshay whispered something in Shruti's ear... and she smiled like an evil witch... she then pointed right at the camera with her finger... and then kissed her finger... and then sucked her finger. That was for me... I realized. She knew I was watching. And even though she couldn't see me... for a second I imagined Shruti running her pointed finger all over my body... over my forehead, to my cheeks, to my lips... neck... breasts... navel... to my pussy... Her knowing that I was a part of her game made it so much... personally involving for me. At that moment... with both Akshay and Shruti almost mocking me for being so far... and me imagining them looking at my naked body... and playing with me like I were their own sex toy... made an enormous orgasm erupt from the innermost sexual sanctum within me. It tore through my body... and gave me a high I never imagined possible. There couldn't be a pleasure more satisfying... more gripping... and more time-stopping than what I experienced, right there. As I breathed heavily, panting, with the wind in me knocked out by a punch that originated from within me... Shruti and Akshay continued their play. Something in me changed. As much as I had enjoyed the voyeurism with Akshay, till now, it had always been taboo. And while that was a part of the excitement, there was some guilt associated that I had to consciously brush under the proverbial carpet. But now, in an instant of self satisfying clarity where the pleasure of a victimless infidelity was so enormously higher than the perceived immorality, I wanted more of what I was doing. I looked fondly at Shruti riding Akshay's erect pole like a consummate jockey. In that unbelievably short span of time... Shruti was as much my lover as Akshay was for me. As Shruti's breasts heaved with her every stroke... as she got closer to cumming... and I got closer to my second orgasm... I felt closely intertwined with my next door neighbor and his lover. As coy and conservative I might appear to the world... Akshay had unearthed a side of mine that only he would see... and Shruti would as well. I couldn't be burdened with what-ifs and not-rights... not right now... not with them.