Chapter 5: Rahul and Priya on messenger
@Priya sat there, stunned, her heart pounding in her chest. She touched her lips, still feeling the warmth of Rahul's kiss. She looked down at the box on the couch next to her, then back up at the door where Rahul had just left. She picked up the box, her fingers tracing the smooth surface. She opened it again, looking at the black lace panties and bra. She could feel her pussy throbbing as she imagined wearing them, as she imagined Rahul seeing her in them.
She stood up, her heart still racing, and made her way to her room. She closed the door behind her and locked it. She looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes roaming over her body.
She had never seen herself like this before. The black lace bra was a size too small, but pushed her breasts upwards, and clung to her curves, accentuating every inch of her. She turned this way and that, admiring the way the fabric shimmered in the light. She felt sexy, desirable, and it was all thanks to Rahul.
However, her conservative upbringing did not allow her to agree to rahuls offer. Riya came back after another half hour and checked with Priya, “what happened Priya, did Rahul leave already?” She asked Priya.
Priya was still in her bedroom. She was flustered, she quickly changed back to her old underthings and wore her blouse, and opened the door. But in her hurry, she had not adjusted her bra strap, it was peaking out from under her blouse!
Riya noticed and came forward, "Priya, what happened? Did Rahul leave already?" She asked again, her eyes scanning Priya's disheveled appearance.
Priya blushed, "Yes, he left. He just wanted to talk about some business with Raj."
Riya raised an eyebrow, "Business? At home? And why are you so flustered? And what's this?" She reached out and touched the bra strap peeking out from under Priya's blouse.
Priya froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She had forgotten to hide the evidence of her little secret. "It's nothing, Riya," she stammered, trying to brush Riya's hand away.
But Riya was persistent, and she grabbed the strap, pulling it out further.
"Priya, why is this not in place? You know maids should not be carelessly exposing their underthings…” Riya said a bit loudly.
Priya blushed even more and tried to hide the bra strap under her blouse.
Riya's eyes narrowed as she looked at Priya. "Priya, what's going on? Why are you acting so strange?"
Priya looked down at the floor, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I-I'm sorry, Riya," she stammered. "I was trying to adjust this bra, it felt tight and was adjusting it when you came back home.”
Priya said, trying to explain herself.
Riya's eyes narrowed as she looked at Priya, "Priya, are you sure you're alright? You seem a bit off today."
Priya nodded, "Yes, I'm fine. I just... I just need to get back to work."
Riya looked at her for a moment longer before nodding. "Alright, but if you need anything, just let me know."
Priya nodded again and turned to go back to her work in the kitchen.
As the day went on, Priya couldn't stop thinking about Rahul and the black lace lingerie. She had never felt so desired before, and it was driving her crazy.
Priya heaved a sigh of relief as she returned to her safe place, the kitchen. She was torn between complying to rahuls wishes, but she did not know what Rahul wanted? Did he just want to fuck her because she was alone and lonely? Or did he desire her, and was making his moves. She was sure she could not expect to marry Rahul… but… was it wrong if she enjoyed with him a bit?
She was lonely, and he was offering her something she had never had before. She was confused what to do. She could also not confide in Riya, she would think of her as a loose character and maybe kick her out of the only job she had managed to land.
She decided to avoid Rahul, and somehow completed her chores for the day, and retired to her room mentally tired.
as she was tossing and turning in bed, trying to sleep, she heard a ping on her phone.
She picked it up and saw a message from Rahul.
"Priya, are you awake?"
She hesitated for a moment before responding.
"Yes," she typed back.
"Good," he replied. "I can't stop thinking about you."
Priya's heart raced as she read his message.
"What do you want?" she asked, her fingers trembling as she typed.
"Did you like the gift?" he replied.
She hesitated for a moment before replying. "It was... unexpected." "I want you to wear it for me this weekend. I want to see you in it."
Priya's breath hitched as she read his words. But she replied,”I don’t take gifts from strangers, esply of intimate clothing” “I’m not a stranger, Priya. I’m Rahul. And I want to see you in it. I want to see how it looks on you. I want to see how it makes you feel.” Priya hesitated, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. She was torn between her desire and her sense of right and wrong. But her loneliness and Rahul's persistence were winning the battle. "NO”, please stop bothering me”, I need to sleep.
she decided to block Rahul, but then she was not sure if Riya would find out. And maybe he could get her kicked out! She decided to not reply to his messages.
but Rahul, wanted to ignite her desires, and he judged correctly that Priya would not agree so easily… so he decided to push her a bit more.
He sent another sms, “Priya, I know you are awake. I can see you are reading my messages. I don’t want you to reply, but just read the messages.”
Priya's breath hitched as she read his message.
she waited with bated breath as she could see Rahul typing more…
“Did you try the set? “ I could not ask Riya or you your size, so I took an estimate and guessed your size”.
Rahul typed.
Priya's heart pounded in her chest as she read his words. She could feel her pussy throbbing as she imagined Rahul choosing her lingerie, as she imagined him thinking about her body.
"Did you try it on?" Rahul asked, his message appearing on her screen.
Priya hesitated before typing back, but did not reply.
Rahul could see she had read the message, but did not reply, so he continued with his next message.
“You know I may have taken a smaller size, but that would push up your breast and make them more noticeable, to a discerning eye like mine, don’t u think? It may feel constricting, but would be nothing to what a pair of powerful hands on your breasts could do. Don’t you think so?” Rahul’s message continued, his words sending a shiver down Priya’s spine.
She imagined, Rahuls rough hands on her naked breasts , squeezing them, his fingers pinching her nipples, making them hard. She could feel her pussy throbbing at the thought.
“Are you wet, Priya?” Rahul’s next message appeared on her screen. She couldn’t believe he was asking her this. But she couldn’t deny the wetness between her legs.
She was shocked at how astute Rahul could be… he could read her like a book.
Priya hesitated almost typing but stopped herself.
Rahul's response was immediate, "I can almost see u in your nightgown… I know you wear a nightgown. I had peaked into your wash basket when I used your restroom last time I came. I know you are squeezing your legs just now to stop the tingling u r feeling reading my messages"
Priya gasped, her eyes wide with shock. She couldn't believe Rahul had gone through her things. But the thought of him seeing her nightgowns, imagining her in them, sent a shiver down her spine.
"Fuck," she whispered to herself, her heart racing. She could feel her pussy throbbing, her panties dampening.
Rahul's next message appeared on her screen. "I want to see you in it, Priya. I want to see how it makes you feel." She could feel her resolve crumbling. She wanted him, she realized. But her modest upbringing still stopped her.
Rahul continued”I am going to now play a game with you, I am going to make you cum, just by making you read my messages” “You will not reply, just read and feel the pleasure I am giving you” “Are you ready?” Rahul’s next message appeared on her screen.
Priya hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. She almost shut down her phone, but her curiosity got the better of her. She still held her phone, waiting for the next message.
it did not come for a while. After a few minutes, she was going to shut off the phone, when it pinged once more.
she read the message.
“sorry for the delay, I was getting more comfortable in my bed, and you know what comfortable means to me? It means I just peeled off my boxers, so that I could access my dick without any encumbrance.“ Oh,” Priya gasped, her eyes widening as she read his words. She could picture Rahul in his bed, his hand wrapped around his hard cock.
his next message popped”I know you are the shy kind of girl, but I would love to imagine you also peeling off your nightgown. I know most girls don’t wear their bra’s to bed, but they still wear their panties. I will give you a minute to remove your gown!” Rahul’s next message appeared on Priya’s screen. She hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never done anything like this before, but the thought of Rahul waiting for her, his cock hard and ready, was too much to resist.
She slowly reached down and grabbed the hem of her nightgown, pulling it up over her head. She tossed it onto the floor and sat there, naked except for her panties.
“Good girl,” Rahul’s message read. “Now, touch yourself. Run your fingers over your breasts, feel how hard your nipples are.”
Priya hesitated for a moment before doing as she was told.
She reached up and cupped her breasts, feeling their weight in her hands. She ran her thumbs over her nipples, gasping at the sensation. They were hard, aching for more.
"I know you r following my directions, Priya, it feels good, to see your nipples hardening, right?" Rahul's message read. "Now rub the tips, feel the rough protrusions on your nipples, both of them, one after the other."
Priya bit her lip, but did as she was told. She had never done this after her marriage.
She had never touched herself like this before. She felt a rush of pleasure as she rubbed her nipples, feeling them harden even more under her touch. She could feel her pussy throbbing in response, her panties growing damp.
"Good girl," Rahul's message read. "Now, that they are hard enough, I want you to imagine my mouth over them, as I lick the tips with my wet tongue, one after the other. Do that slowly priya" Rahul's next message appeared on Priya's screen. She could feel her pussy throbbing, her panties soaked. She did as she was told, slowly licking her nipples with her tongue, imagining it was Rahul's mouth on her.
"Fuck, that feels good," she whispered to herself, her body writhing with pleasure.
"Now, slowly move your hand down your stomach, feel the soft skin, imagine it's my hand touching you. Now, slowly move it down further, to your panties. Feel how wet they are. That's all because of me, Priya.
Because you're so fucking turned on right now, aren't you?" Rahul's next message read, making Priya gasp out loud. She could feel her pussy throbbing, her panties soaked through.
"I know you want to type back, but no worries, I know what you are doing ," Rahul replied. "Now, I want you to slip your fingers under your panties. Feel how wet you are. Tell me how it feels."
Priya hesitated for a moment before doing as she was told. She slipped her fingers under her panties, feeling the wetness between her legs. She gasped at the sensation, her body arching slightly.
She couldn't believe she was doing this, but she couldn't stop herself either.
"Fuck, that's hot," Rahul replied. "Now, I want you to slip a finger inside yourself. Just one finger, slowly. Feel how tight you are."
Priya bit her lip, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never done anything like this before, but she was too far gone to stop now. She slipped a finger inside herself, gasping at the sensation.
"God, you're so tight," she whispered to herself.
"Is that all you can take?"
Priya looked down at her finger, buried inside her pussy.
She started to move her finger in and out, slowly at first, then faster as the pleasure built.
"Fuck, that feels so good," she moaned, her eyes closed.
"Good girl," Rahul replied. “ I know I did not tell you, but I imagined you ainvoluntarily started moving you finger inside out, right?."
she almost pulled her finger out! How, just how did Rahul know, what she was doing!!!
before she could pull out her finger, rahuls next message popped up.
"Don't stop, Priya. Don’t pull it out, I want you to add one more finger into your pussy. Do it now” She had never done anything like this before, it was like Rahul had somehow invaded her mind, and was controlling her ! Before she could think further she saw the next message pop!
"Priya, I want you to add another finger inside yourself. I want to feel how tight you are with two fingers. Do it now."
She hesitated for a moment before doing as she was told. She added another finger, gasping at the sensation of being so full. She could feel her pussy stretching to accommodate the two fingers.
"Fuck, that feels so good," she moaned, her body writhing with pleasure.
"Now, I want you to imagine my cock inside you. Feel how big it is, how it stretches you. Feel how it fills you up."
Priya's breath hitched as she imagined Rahul's cock inside her.
She could feel her pussy throbbing, her fingers moving in and out of her, fucking herself as she imagined it was Rahul's cock.
"Fuck, Rahul," she moaned, her body arching off the bed. "Now, I want you to use your other hand. Pinch your clit while you fuck yourself with your fingers. Make yourself come, Priya." She reached down with her other hand, finding her clit and pinching it between her fingers. She moaned loudly as pleasure shot through her.
She could feel her body tensing up as she got closer to the edge. Rahul's words were driving her wild, and she couldn't believe how turned on she was.
"Fuck, Rahul," she whispered, her fingers moving faster and faster. "I'm so close."
"Come for me, Priya," Rahul's next message was like a command. "I want to feel you come on my fingers."
She gasped as her orgasm hit her. Her body convulsed as waves of pleasure washed over her. She could feel her pussy pulsing around her fingers, her juices coating them.
"Fuck, that was hot," she moaned as she came down from her high.
she waited for rahuls next message, but none came. She could feel a wet pool of her pussy juices collecting between her legs and alarmed she pushed herself off the bed and ran to the restroom to dry herself! When she came back, after removing her panties, she saw rahuls next message.
sry, I came almost at the same time, Priya. And had to run n get a couple of tissues to clean myself up!
I am sure you wet your panties, and had to get up to remove them. But my last instruction is remaining. Go back and get your panties. I want you to taste your pussy juice, and duck the panties dry. Do not wash the panties, and when I come over the weekend, I want you to offer them to me!, good night n sweet dreams, Priya!” Rahul’s last message read.
Priya was left panting and breathless on her bed, her body still tingling from the intense orgasm she had just experienced. She couldn't believe what had just happened. She had never been so turned on in her life, and it was all thanks to Rahul.
She lay there for a few moments, her heart still racing as she tried to process what had just happened. She could still feel the wetness between her legs, and she knew that she had to clean herself up before she could go to sleep.
She got up from the bed and made her way to the bathroom, her body still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure.
She turned on the light and looked at herself in the mirror, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright with excitement.
She turned on the shower and stepped inside, letting the hot water cascade over her body. She reached down and washed herself, her fingers lingering on her clit as she remembered the pleasure Rahul had given her. She could still feel his words echoing in her mind, and she knew that she would never forget this night.
As she washed herself, she couldn't help but think about Rahul.
She wondered what he was doing right now, if he was still hard, if he was thinking about her. She reached down and wrapped her hand around her pussy, feeling the wetness still there. She rubbed her clit, feeling the pleasure build again. She leaned against the wall of the shower, her eyes closed as she imagined Rahul's hands on her body.
She could feel his rough hands on her breasts, squeezing them, his fingers pinching her nipples. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her, his hips moving as he fucked her slowly. She moaned loudly, her fingers moving faster as she imagined Rahul's cock inside her.
She could feel her body tensing up again, her orgasm building quickly this time.
"Fuck, Rahul," she gasped, her fingers moving frantically. "I'm gonna come again."
"Come for me, Priya," Rahul's message read. "I want to see you come apart again."
She cried out as her orgasm hit her, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over her. She could feel her pussy pulsing around her fingers, her juices coating them and dripping down her hand.
"Fuck," she panted, her body trembling as she came down from her high.
She remembered rahuls message, and dug out her wet panties again.
She brought them to her face, and took a deep breath, inhaling her own scent. She had never done anything like this before, but the thought of Rahul wanting her to do this turned her on even more. She stuck out her tongue and licked the wet spot on her panties, tasting herself for the first time. She moaned at the taste, it was salty and sweet at the same time. She could feel her pussy throbbing again, her nipples hardening.
She decided to follow Rahul's last instruction, and dried her panties with a towel, making sure they were still damp. She folded them neatly and placed them under her pillow, ready for Rahul's arrival over the weekend.
She couldn't wait to see his reaction when she handed them to him. She knew it would be a bold move, but she was feeling empowered and confident after their late-night session.
The rest of the week passed by in a blur. Priya found herself constantly checking her phone, hoping for another message from Rahul. She couldn't stop thinking about him and the things he had made her do. She felt a constant ache between her legs, a reminder of the pleasure he had given her.
Finally, the weekend arrived. Priya woke up early, her heart pounding with anticipation. She took a shower and got dressed in a simple yellow saree, but she wore a black blouse, so that she could conceal, her newly gifted bra! She did not know but she had decided to follow rahuls instructions! And accepted his gift of the black lacy lingerie set!
She had never worn anything like it before, but she couldn't deny the thrill it gave her to know that Rahul had chosen it for her.
She spent the day preparing for his visit, her heart fluttering with anticipation. She had never been so nervous or excited for a man before. She couldn't stop thinking about him, about his touch, his voice, his words.
As the sun began to set, she heard the sound of a car pulling up outside. She was in the kitchen, and Riya and Raj were still in their bedroom.
the bell rang, she had hidden the unwashed pantie, wrapped in old newspaper and pushed under her blouse.
She took a deep breath and walked towards the door. As she opened it, she saw Rahul standing there, his eyes scanning her body.
"Priya," he said, his voice low and husky. "You look beautiful."
She blushed at his words, feeling a rush of heat between her legs. She stepped aside to let him in, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Thank you," she said softly. "You look... nice too."
He smiled at her, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'm glad you think so," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Now if you have followed my instructions, you will be giving me your juicy panties…, where are they?” His eyes roamed over Priya, and noticed a slight bulge over her left breast…
he knew Priya was his! He quickly moved his hand over her right breast, and felt the package, and in the process lightly squeezing her breast.
he pushed his fingers and pulled out the package, and in the process his finger grazed the top of her breast, sending electric shocks all through priyas body.
She gasped at the contact, her nipples hardening instantly.
Rahul smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "You little tease," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "Thanks for accepting my gift, I will return your panties soon during the dinner…” he winked naughtily.
and walked into the room, sliding her panties into his jeans pocket. Hey Raj/ Riya, hope you guys remembered you were feeding me dinner tonight! He shouted.