It was enough for one day. I decided the sound of washing now would arouse Drau's female instincts. Walking with a drained feeling, I wiped the cum away from whereever it could be found. Sleep came over me like a dream. But then this was a dream, wasn't it?
Chapter - II
The next day, at breakfast, feeling fresh as a morning, I asked Drau how she slept.
"Okay," she replied, "and you?"
"Like a Baby!" I answered.
"How do you sleep so well Pradyu?"
"Peep in on someone massaging her body and jack off to your lust's content," I wanted to reply. Instead, I answered, "Read a good book, preferably something romantic."
"All the Mills & Boon books are boring, you know," she replied tersely.
"How about something a little more adult?" I chuckled.
"Perhaps, I should get one this time. Or maybe you can get me one?" She ventured.
I thought, "God! One more opportunity was coming my way." I queried, "You won't kill me if you find the book, shall we say, too adult in nature?"
"Try me." She replied confidently.
That was it! If I could get her to read a porn-laden book, she would probably follow the dictates of her instincts. I shopped the entire afternoon in a half a dozen bookshops to get the right kind of reading material. I got hold of 3 books: One was a bible on discovering sexuality; one was a raunchy porn novel and the last a short story collection. It had enough incest stories to awaken an old man's senile dick.
That evening, I left the books on my table and went for a bath hoping she would see those books. As I came out steaming and wrapped in a towel, I saw her sitting on my bed, her head buried in one of the books.
"You call this trash "reading material?"" She yelled.
"I did not shop for you, cousin. They are only for men."
"Bull shit!" She screamed.
"Then why are you reading them?" I said, looking away from her.
"You said you would get one for me," she said dolefully.
"Tomorrow," I promised.
"I will not give you these books until you get me one." Saying this, she ran away from my room, clutching all the three books.
I smiled to myself. This was better than I'd imagined. Over dinner, I pleaded with Drau to part with at least one book. "No! No! No!" she said, with finality.
At last, nightfall! Wearing only my pajamas, I crept into the bathroom and bolted the door.
Feeling like a panther eyeing its prey, I looked through the peephole to Heaven. She had already begun her routine and was in her bra and panties; sitting crouched on the edge of her bed, facing me. Her thighs were joined tightly and her right hand was under her chin. In her left hand was a book. I could make out that it was the short story collection. My lewd prayers were being answered! Drau was reading steadily, oblivious to everything around her. My erection was already waiting for my hand to cooperate, but not right now.
Suddenly, she opened her thighs slightly, drew the book down a little and stared at an empty space between her and me. My hair bristled with tension. Did she sense my presence? Should I move away? Before I could answer my doubts, she drew the book back to her face.
Slowly, her right hand came up to the bra-covered breast, lifting it up gently and making small circles on the fabric. "Ohhhhh!" she moaned. She was getting aroused. Without looking away from the book, she eased her bra straps away from the shoulders and let them fall to her stomach. Those great breasts were now in my full view. She gently pinched her nipple, moaning ever so slightly. Drau languidly laid herself on the bed, her thighs open, her pubic mound only a few feet away from my all-devouring gaze. She then proceeded to slowly knead her right breast while continuing to read. Sweet Lord. My wildest fantasies were coming true.
"Her Pussy! Why doesn't she show it?" I yelled silently.
She took the book into her right hand now and started to knead her other breast. The moans were getting louder. As if reading my thoughts, Drau eased her hand down to the edge of her lemon colored panty. She ran one finger along the edge of her stomach and then onto her inner thighs. I could now see a wet spot forming in the middle of her panties. "Ohhhhh!" I quietly moaned, taking my weeping pecker into my hands and gently rocking its head. The spot was spreading. Her juices were soaking the fabric. Then, her hand moved lower; first, rubbing her pubic mound, then dragging her four fingers onto the wet patch and pressing it.
Yes! Drau was masturbating, slowly at first, feeling the wetness on her fingers, poking two fingers into the fabric. She was pushing her pubes harder. I could clearly make out the outline of her vaginal lips, swollen, wet, and clinging to her panty. Drau pinched one pussy lip while poking the thumb into her cunt. What was that small thing poking against her panty? Was it her clit? She was lifting it up with her thumbnail and pushing it down at the same time. Her moans were getting louder and she was gurgling. Her saliva, dripping from the left side of her mouth, dried slowly, leaving a streaky stain.
Suddenly, with a sense of urgency, she pulled her panties to one side. Leaning on her left elbow, she looked open-mouthed at her swollen pussy. Oh Dark Angels! I was finally blessed with my first view of a pussy, and it was Drau's. That incredible, virginal pussy; its lips throbbing, pouting, wet with sweat and juice, her clit, erect and pulsating. Drau put the book down and her right hand gently moved on her clit massaging it slowly, deliberately. She closed her eyes, feeling her emotions envelop her. My eyes, clouded with sweat and exhaustion, were burning. How dare I close them?
She then dragged her hand on to her inner thigh massaging and coating it with her vaginal ooze. My hand had stopped moving. My eyes were open to their maximum, my mouth was moaning on its own. Her face! I can never forget her face. It was contorted with intense pleasure. The only sound I could hear was her glorious moan. Oh, how she sang her passion! She was oblivious to everything around her, was in her zone of pleasure and nothing could disturb her. My eyes returned to her pussy. It was even wetter. Her hand returned to her clit and my hand to my penis. Her eyes were closed now, awaiting her impending climax. The moan of "owwaahhh," was followed by orgasmic convulsions and her hand rubbed away at her clit for all its worth. Those divine juices were gushing down her wildly throbbing cunt. My own climax exploded like a star; my senses were alien to me. God, I was born again. Out of sheer exhaustion, my head slammed against the bathroom door. I thought, "Who cares if she heard?"
In a zombie-like state, I peered into the hole again. She wallowed in the afterglow of her extraordinary orgasm, and did not move. Instead, bought her fingers to her nose and smelled those divine juices, rubbing them on her breasts. I walked back to my room and flopped on the bed, not waking until late the next morning.
Chapter– III
"Please Drau, you will get your books, I promise!" I exclaimed, though I do not intend to keep my promise. Ever.
"Then they are yours after I have mine. But do take your time, there's no hurry." She said.
"Are you reading those books by any chance?" I asked mischievously.
"Those books are for inhuman people and that's what you are!" She huffed prettily.
That afternoon, we went out for a movie. I barely watched it. Instead, my eyes were constantly peeking at her blouse, which would jiggle at the comic scenes unfolding on the screen. Her sari, green and made of thin crepe material, accentuated her thighs. If only I could touch them! Just once, Lord!
When we returned in the evening, the only thing she said was, "Goodnight, I'm tired." I waited until dinner was over and went to my room. Stripping myself naked, I went back to my familiar kneeling position at the bathroom door. The sin of voyeurism was ever-present, but it only heightened my lust. Her body was mine to see; her performance mine to enjoy.
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