Chapter 2: Seema’s settling down
The apartment was warm, the air thick with the scent of sandalwood incense and something musky, intoxicating. Raj led her inside, his hand lingering at the small of her back, guiding her forward with deliberate slowness. The moment the door clicked shut behind them, he turned to face her, his gaze sweeping over her with an intensity that made her skin prickle.
Tired? He asked. His hand still behind her back.
seema was conscious of his hand but did not want to shy away, and anger him and loose this heaven sent shelter.
She nodded, her voice barely audible, "Yes, I'm tired."
Raj's gaze softened, a predatory smile playing on his lips. "Then let's get you cleaned up." He led her down a short hallway, his hand never leaving the small of her back. The apartment was small, a studio with no privacy, even the shower was behind an opaque glass wall.
He opened a door, revealing a bathroom that was surprisingly clean and well-maintained. A large shower took up one wall, the glass wall allowing a view of the entire room. Seema hesitated, her cheeks flushing pink.
"Here," Raj said, handing her a towel and a set of clothes. "These belonged to my last tenant.”
Seema saw there was a shirt, a long skirt and a pantie.
The shirt was loose, falling to her knees, and the panties were crotchless, the fabric soft against her skin. The skirt was long, reaching her ankles, and the shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a hint of her cleavage. She hesitated, her fingers trembling as she took the clothes from Raj’s outstretched hand.
“No need to be shy,” Raj murmured, his voice low and smooth, his fingers brushing against hers as he handed her the clothes. “I’ve seen it all before.”
Seema swallowed hard, her pulse racing.
and don’t worry, I can’t see thru glass walls…
and while taking his hand away, brushed lightly on her ass. She thought it was accidental, and did not mind.
The warmth of his touch lingered on her skin, a fleeting caress that made her breath catch. She took the clothes, her fingers brushing against his as she did so, and stepped into the bathroom. The glass shower enclosure was warm, the water already running, steam curling up to fog the glass. Seema hesitated, her gaze flicking down to the crotchless panties.
she hesitated, before removing her clothes. I can wear my own inner wear, she said in a low voice.
"Take everything off, I have been seeing you and your bf around that park for a few days, and you have been wearing the same clothes for a week.
so be a good girl and remove the clothes and toss them over, the wall.
She hesitated, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. Raj’s voice cut through the silence, rough and commanding.
*"Faster, Seema. I don’t have all night."*
She exhaled sharply, her breath shaky as she undid the buttons one by one, the fabric slipping open to reveal the lace of her bra. The cool air hit her skin, making her nipples tighten into hard little peaks. She could feel Raj’s eyes on her, burning into her back like a brand.
*"Turn around."*
Her pulse hammered in her throat as she obeyed, her hands stilling at the waistband of her jeans.
she saw Raj had turned his back n was not looking at her at all. Her eyes welled up, sunju would never let her undress alone. He would be there enjoying her nakedness, till he dumped her.
But Raj, he was different. He was giving her space, respecting her boundaries. She felt a pang of gratitude and something else, something she hadn't felt in a long time—desire. She wanted him to look at her, to want her. She wanted to feel desired, to feel alive.
She took a deep breath, her fingers hooking into the waistband of her jeans. She pushed them down, her hips swaying slightly as she stepped out of them. She stood there, in her bra and panties, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She could feel Raj's gaze on her, even though he wasn't looking. She could feel the heat of it, like a physical touch.
what she did not realize was Raj had his phone app on, and was enjoying her hesitation and the curves of her body through cameras hidden in different places. He was already getting hard, anticipating the final consummation of Seema’s rescue. But that would be later. For now he had to be patient… and make her feel safe.
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Seema’s fingers trembled as she pulled her panties down, the lace brushing against her inner thighs. She hesitated, her breath hitching as she stepped out of them, standing there in just her bra, her body exposed to the cool air. The steam from the shower curled around her, fogging the glass just enough to obscure her from Raj’s view—if he was even looking.
She turned slowly, her back to him, her fingers clutching the edge of the sink. She could hear the faint sound of running water, the hiss of steam, but nothing else. Just silence.
*"Good girl,"* Raj murmured, his voice low and rough, like gravel underfoot.
she flung her panties over the wall.
where’s the bra?? Raj asked. I want everything over. Hi picked up the panties and smelled them delicately… the crotch area smelled sweaty n salty. He took a deep breath and asked again… and the bra too sweetie… I want everything off and over the wall.
Seema’s fingers fumbled with the clasp of her bra, her breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps. She could feel the weight of Raj’s gaze on her back, even though he wasn’t looking. She wanted to turn around, to see if he was watching her, but she didn’t dare. She didn’t want to feel exposed, not yet. She wanted to feel safe, wanted to feel like she was in control.
She undid the clasp, her fingers trembling as she pulled the straps down her arms. The bra fell away, leaving her completely bare, her breasts exposed to the cool air.
She could feel the weight of her own body, the way her nipples tightened into hard little buds, the way her skin prickled with a mix of embarrassment and anticipation. She hesitated for a moment, her fingers still clutching the bra against her chest, before finally letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud.
Raj’s voice was a low rumble, filled with a mix of amusement and something darker, something that made her shiver. "That’s better," he said, his tone almost purring. "Now, step into the shower. Wash off all the dirt n smell of your ex boyfriend " he knew she must have had sex, with sunju.
Seema took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest.
She stepped into the shower, the hot water cascading down her body, washing away the dirt and the memories of Sunju. She could feel Raj's gaze on her, even though she couldn't see him. She knew he was watching her, his eyes roaming over her body, taking in every curve, every inch of her skin.
She reached for the soap, her fingers slipping on the slick surface. She lathered it up, the scent of sandalwood filling the air, and began to wash herself. Her hands moved over her body, her fingers tracing the lines of her muscles, the swell of her breasts. She could feel her nipples hardening under her touch, her body responding to the sensation.
she remembered, she did not have a bath after their last fuck. She vigorously rubbed soap between her legs.
The suds foamed up, hiding her pussy from view. She could feel the heat building between her thighs, her clit throbbing with a need she couldn't ignore. She let out a soft moan, her fingers slipping and sliding over her sensitive flesh.
She had tasted sex in the last few weeks and knew her happy days were over. But her pussy demanded attention.
Seema hesitated, her fingers still between her legs. Even though she knew Raj was facing away n could not see much beyond the frosted glass, she was cautious.
She had never touched herself like this, not even in her father’s house. But she gently spread her labia, and let the soap glow through, before pushing her index finger in.
She gasped, her eyes rolling back, as she felt the soap lather up her pussy, making it slick and ready. She added another finger, pushing them in and out, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
*"Fuck, Seema,"* Raj's voice was a low growl, his gaze locked on her through the frosted glass. He had turned around, his eyes dark with desire. "You're a dirty little girl, aren't you?"
Seema's eyes flew open, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and excitement. She had forgotten he was there, but was not watching her. She pulled her fingers out, her body trembling with need. She decided to indulge herself quickly while Raj was waiting.
note. I want Seema to masturbate herself, thinking Raj was not watching.
**Raj’s pov, as he is watching seems through his hidden camera app.**
Raj saw seema tentatively touch her pussy.
*" Good girl,"* he murmured, his voice a low rumble as he adjusted himself, his cock straining against his pants. He had been watching her for days, had seen her walk past his apartment, her hips swaying, her hair loose and wild. He had seen the way Sunju looked at her, the way he touched her, the way he dominated her. And now, here she was, standing in his shower, her body slick with soap, her fingers exploring herself.
He wanted to be inside her, to feel her tight pussy wrapped around his cock, to hear her gasps and moans as he fucked her senseless.
But he had to be patient, had to make her want it, had to make her beg for it.
Seema's fingers moved faster, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She could feel the heat building inside her, her body tensing as she got closer and closer to the edge. She closed her eyes, her head tilting back, her fingers moving faster and faster.
Raj watched, his cock throbbing in his pants. He could see her pussy, slick and swollen, her fingers moving in and out, her hips bucking slightly with each thrust. He could hear her moans, soft and low, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
He knew she was close, knew she was about to come. He wanted to be there, to feel her orgasm ripple through her body, to taste her on his tongue.
*"Fuck, Seema,"* he whispered, his voice low and rough. *"You're so fucking beautiful."*
Seema’s fingers moved faster, her body trembling with anticipation. She could feel the heat building between her thighs, her clit throbbing with a need she couldn’t ignore. She closed her eyes, her head tilting back, her fingers moving in and out of her slick pussy.
*"Oh god,"* she moaned, her voice barely audible.
She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as she got closer and closer to the edge. She wanted to come, needed to come, but she also wanted to prolong this feeling, this moment of pure pleasure.
*"Come for me, Seema,"* Raj's voice was a low growl, his gaze locked on her through the frosted glass. He could see her body trembling, her fingers moving faster and faster. He wanted to see her come, wanted to hear her scream his name.
Seema's fingers moved faster, her body tensing as she got closer and closer to the edge.
She could feel the heat building inside her, her clit throbbing with an almost unbearable need. She bit her lip, trying to hold back her moans, but the sensation was too intense.
*"Fuck, Seema,"* Raj's voice was a low, rough growl, his eyes locked on her through the frosted glass. *"You're so fucking wet for me."*
She could feel the steam from the shower curling around her, obscuring her from view, but she knew he was watching. She could feel it in the way his voice dropped, in the way his breath hitched.
Her fingers slid in and out of her slick pussy, her hips bucking slightly with each thrust.
She could feel her orgasm building, the pressure inside her growing more intense. She closed her eyes, her head tilting back, her breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps.
*"Seema,"* Raj’s voice was a low, rough growl, his words cutting through the steam like a blade. *"You’re so fucking hot when you do that."*
She couldn’t help herself. Her fingers moved faster, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts. The soap slid between her thighs, making her slick and ready. She could feel her clit throbbing, the need building inside her almost unbearable.
*"Oh god,"* she whispered, her voice barely audible.