Till now you have read that "I had gone to Mumbai for my job and on the day of lockdown I met Disha Patni and I got a little injured while saving her life and due to lockdown I am going to spend the night at her house. And Disha is talking to the doctor for me" Now further...
Then suddenly she asked me to take off my T-shirt. I felt a little uncomfortable, so she replied, "Shyam, quickly take off your T-shirt and let me examine your injury. My family doctor is on the line and she's prescribing a treatment."
I was a little uncomfortable, but after listening to her, I felt a little more at ease and took off my T-shirt. As soon as I took off my T-shirt, Disha started looking at my body. When she didn't say anything for two or three minutes, I called out to her and asked, "Disha, can I put my T-shirt back on?"
It was as if Disha woke up from sleep with my voice and as soon as she regained consciousness the first words that came out of her mouth were "wow nice body and six pack".
As soon as she said this, I felt a little embarrassed and perhaps she also felt what she had said and to divert my attention from what she was saying, Disha immediately came near me and started looking at the blood stains on my shoulder and chest and started checking where I had got injured.
After some time, when her hand touched my left shoulder, I felt a little pain and when Disha checked there, a piece of glass had stuck in the upper part of my shoulder and from there some blood had got on my T-shirt, shoulder and chest.
He immediately told his doctor about my injury and told him that there was no bleeding but the glass was still stuck in my shoulder.
Her doctor told her to remove the glass and bandage it. Disha spoke on the phone for a while, and then a little later, she came to me. She was holding a plastic container filled with water and a first aid box in her other hand.
I'll tell you this: I'm a regular gym goer, spending about two hours a day. While I don't have a physique like Tiger Shroff, my gym efforts are clearly visible, including six-pack abs, perfect chest muscles, and a perfectly shaped body.
Now Disha climbed onto the bed and came right behind me. After keeping all the things aside, she started cleaning my wound. Disha hadn't changed her dress yet and I could smell a very nice perfume from her. I turned my head back and looked at Disha. Disha was slightly bent so I could see her big boobs again through the neck of her dress (only the upper part of her boobs). Because the dress was very tight, I couldn't tell if she was wearing a bra inside or not.
But the shape of her breasts was enough to make my penis rise in my pants. And so, I started moving to adjust my position. Disha initially thought I was in pain, but she seemed to understand my situation and, smiling, began removing the piece of glass from my shoulder.
As soon as the glass fragment came out, a little blood started flowing from my shoulder, which Disha immediately cleaned with cotton, applied cream, and bandaged. I looked at the time on my watch and it was almost 1:00. I asked Disha to please cover the wound with waterproof tape so I could take a hot bath and freshen up. She then covered my bandage securely with waterproof tape.
Disha told me to rest there and she would arrange for something to eat. I told her I wasn't hungry because I'd eaten a lot at the club, and the slight hunger I had was gone in the chaos. Disha didn't say anything, but got up and went outside, returning a short while later. She now had two wine glasses and a bottle of red wine in her hand.
I looked at him questioningly and he said that this will give you relief from pain and you will also sleep well.
Before I could say anything, he said back, "And I too will not be able to sleep because of what happened today, so please keep me company, even if it is just one glass."
I said yes, but told him I needed to freshen up. He pointed me toward the attached bathroom. The room was so nice that if someone hadn't pointed out the bathroom door, I wouldn't have known it existed. When I pushed the door slightly, I confirmed it was there.
And I entered the bathroom. After finishing all my other work, I saw that there was only a shower and no bathtub. I needed a hot bath to relax and I was so tired that I immediately stood under the shower and turned on the hot water. You can call it my haste or because of my tiredness and not having a t-shirt on, I did not realize that I had not taken off all my clothes yet. By the time I realized this, the shower had drenched me from all sides (this shower sprayed water from above and from three sides).
My clothes got wet inside but still I took off all my clothes to take a comfortable bath and came out of the shower after taking a good bath with body shampoo under hot water.
After coming out of the shower, I cleaned my body thoroughly with the towel kept there, but now another problem arose for me as to what clothes should I wear now.
I was in this confusion when Disha knocked from outside and said, "Shyam, everything is fine."
I said in a slightly faltering voice, "Yes, everything is fine, but…"
Disha asked, "You can tell me what happened if you want." I explained my problem to her. She laughed loudly after hearing this and then said, "I don't have any men's clothes, but I'll wait in the store and see if I can find anything."
After a while, Disha knocked again and said, Shyam, please take this. I opened the door slightly and took the clothes from Disha's hand. When I looked, it was a dhoti (lungi). Seeing the dhoti with Disha, I asked her if she had a dhoti. She told me that sometimes her parents come to stay here, so some of their clothes were left here. I looked in the store and saw this and brought it. I wore that lungi and came out of the room.
I was wearing only a lungi and no underwear. When I came out, I saw that Disha had also changed her clothes and was wearing a beautiful night dress.
Disha's hair was now completely open and she was wearing a light red (pink) dress. The dress reached from her shoulders to a little above her knees. Both her arms were covered from shoulders to palms. The dress wrapped around her breasts from the sides, revealing the valley between them. The dress was tied behind her back with a string that ran from her waist.
This dress wasn't as tight as the previous one, but it was still tight around her breasts. It was clear that Disha might not be wearing a bra underneath.
Seeing her this way, my penis started to tense up a bit, and I knew I was wearing a lungi, and even the slightest tension would be clearly visible to her. So I quickly came and sat down on the bed. Disha was still looking at my naked upper body and was feeling a little shy (or so I thought). Then she offered me a drink, which I downed in one gulp (I was a little nervous).
Seeing me drinking wine in one gulp, she started filling my glass from the bottle and before I could refuse, she filled the glass back to its original size.
We both started talking about today's incident, and I told her I'd leave as soon as tomorrow morning so she wouldn't have any problems. While we were talking like this, it was already 2:30, and we both started to feel sleepy, partly from the effects of the wine and partly from exhaustion.
Disha said good night to me and went to her room and I too, after dreaming about her for a while, turned over on the bed and fell asleep.
The next morning, I woke up to some loud music, so I got out of bed and went outside. The music was probably coming from her hallway, so I headed in that direction. I saw Disha working out, wearing a sports bra and shorts.
As she worked out in those clothes, her entire body was clearly visible. Disha wore a purple sports bra and blue shorts. Her toned stomach and abs, along with her sexy navel, looked absolutely stunning. Whenever Disha bent down, her buttocks would pop out. I was completely lost in her sexy body as she worked out. I didn't even realize when Disha looked at me and when she didn't.
Suddenly the music stopped and I came to my senses and found that Disha was looking at me but instead of looking at my face, she was looking down. I was still not aware of the situation and when I followed her gaze and looked down, my penis was in full swing. It was so erect that it had lifted the lungi. I did not even notice that firstly I was wearing a lungi and secondly, my penis is already in an erect position early in the morning and seeing Disha working out, it got even more erect.
I turned red with shame and ran towards my room saying sorry and stopped only after going straight to the bathroom.
I went to the bathroom and first took off my lungi and started masturbating to calm my penis. After masturbating for about 10-15 minutes, my penis ejaculated semen which fell directly on the bathroom floor. When the semen was released, I opened my eyes and I felt as if someone was at the bathroom door and was watching me (in a hurry I had not closed the door of both the room and the bathroom). And I am not used to it, I have always lived alone and even in hotels I stay alone, so I am not used to closing the door.
Afterward, I finished my daily chores, took a shower, and put on the underwear I'd dried the night before. My pants still weren't completely dry and wouldn't dry even after ironing. I put on my lungi over my underwear and left the bathroom.
Now I was a little more nervous about how to go in front of Disha because after seeing me in the condition she had just seen me in, I didn't know what she would do or say.
I was in this confusion when I heard her voice, "Shyam, if you have come out, then come, let's have breakfast and I also have to talk to you about something important." Hearing her talk about something important, I became nervous, yet I came out of the room in fear and came to the hall.
She looked me over and over, and before she could speak, I blurted out, "My T-shirt is ruined and my pants aren't dry yet." Looking at me, she said, "So, you'll be here for 21 days wearing only your inner garments."
I was a little embarrassed, but then I paid attention to what he was saying and asked, "21 days?" I'll leave here today and go to the hotel.
So he said that you won't be able to go, my driver called and said that the blockade is very strict and he can't come with the car. He further said, "I have found out that no one can go out of the house and no taxis etc. are running.
She gestured me to go to the balcony and said, "You can see the road from the balcony yourself."
From his balcony, I saw the streets of Mumbai which were completely deserted and only a few police vehicles and policemen were visible.
I turned back to her and said, "This is a big problem, what will we do now?" Disha replied, "I don't mind, but you have to follow some rules."
1 You will not come into my room without asking
2 Well, you seem decent to me, but still there is no indecency or wrongdoing.
3 You will never tell anyone that you stayed with me in the same house for 21 days.
4 You will not take any of my photographs; instead, you will deposit your mobile phone with me for 21 days.
5 And lastly, before coming out in the morning, you will calm down this (penis) of yours.
I said yes to everything but deliberately pretended to be ignorant about the last thing and said, "To whom?"
Disha innocently pointed to my penis and said, "Oh, you're talking about this, but what can I do about it? It's natural, and it happens like this every morning."
Disha winced at this and said, "Yes, but you can calm it down, right?" To get back to her fun, I asked how I would do that.
At this, Disha looked at me angrily and said, "Just like you did it in the bathroom. Do it like that."
And she felt embarrassed as soon as she said this and I caught her red-handed that she was the one who had just seen me in the bathroom.
And now Disha turned red with shame.
Without further ado, I sat down at the breakfast table, and Disha and I ate breakfast together. But friends, Disha is very active and health-conscious, always doing something or the other throughout the day.
Now Disha and I had fun the whole day, doing all the household chores together, making dinner, and then we started talking again. Disha wore a yellow frock-like dress the whole day. This dress didn't reveal any part of her body except her thighs, but it fit her sexy body very well, and Disha's figure could be seen in that dress.
We had a lot of fun the whole day, and I helped her with many tasks. Because of Disha's tight dress, when we touched each other a few times, my hand would touch her waist and hips. But since Disha didn't show any resistance or anger, I would repeatedly try to touch her and caress her ass. Disha probably understood this, but she wouldn't smile or get angry when she looked at me.
After dinner, we were both cleaning the dishes. I was taking a used glass from the table and going back to the kitchen when I slipped and fell on Disha. Disha was cleaning the dishes at that time and to save myself from falling, I wrapped one arm around her waist. The sudden tightening of my arm around Disha's waist made Disha scream loudly and the pot full of water fell from her hand and fell on Disha.
When I wrapped my hands around Disha's waist and pushed myself upwards to save myself from falling, my lips directly touched the part of Disha's upper shoulder which was outside her dress. One of my hands was on Disha's waist and the other hand held an empty glass. Disha sighed at the touch of my lips and I too felt aroused as I touched her soft body with my lips (her tight yellow frock had been making me restless since morning) and I kissed her shoulder 3-4 times.
And my hand, which was holding the glass till now, I placed it on the slab and my hand automatically came on Disha's breasts. By placing my hand on her breasts, I was completely convinced that Disha was not wearing a bra. By the time the water started flowing down her body, wetting her breasts and then down her stomach (which I could feel on my other hand).
Now I started kissing Disha's neck while lightly pressing her breasts and Disha's breathing started becoming faster due to this sudden incident. Taking this as an opportunity, I turned her towards me and looked at her face which along with her breathing stopped on her pink lips through her closing eyelids. I started kissing Disha's left breast tightly while pressing it tightly and when I did not feel any response from Disha after kissing for 10-20 seconds, I came to my senses and immediately stood back from Disha.
My eyes lowered in embarrassment, and I began to apologize to Disha (I had broken her rule). I continued, "Sorry, Disha. I got carried away. When I saw you working out this morning, and then that tight dress, I couldn't control myself. Please forgive me."
Disha (looking angry): So it means it's all my fault for wearing such tight clothes, and in my own house, I have to wear clothes according to your wishes. This is never possible.
I was a little scared by Disha's anger and looking at my face Disha suddenly started laughing. When I looked at her in surprise she said. I know that you did not do this intentionally and when you touched me you could not control yourself. It is okay don't take so much tension and anyway you are pure hearted that even after doing so much with me you controlled yourself in time and stepped back. Otherwise I thought that today you might… and saying this Disha went to her room laughing.
I started completing his last incomplete words and then his voice came: Shyam.