I stood up fully, shook out my hair as your hands traced over my body — starting high on my sides, smoothing out my blouse and down the skirt that p...ulled taut across my thighs. You held me there and then followed with your eyes the path your hands had made. You leaned in, I felt your hands tighten on me, and then you imparted the most delicate of kisses right where my belly button would be. I turned around then and lifted my sweater off my shoulders, letting it slide off me and drop to the. With your panties pushed aside allowing your fingers full access. To try to hide his discomfort, he allows his hand to rest casually in his lap, trying to conceal his erection.He pretends not to look at you. His eyes sweep around the classroom, monitoring the other students, all busily writing their essays. When his eyes return to you, he finds you staring straight into his. Your lips are parted in a half smile. You lick them showing your pink tongue. You half close your eyes and continue to. “So, is she staying in hostel or PG?”, I asked for more information.“She is in the hostel. What about you? What are you doing in Delhi?”, she asked.“I am a freelance web designer and copywriter”, I replied and continued, ” So where are you going to stay?”“I am planning to stay at a hotel. How is your freelance business?”, she asked.“It makes enough for my needs. How about you stay at my place?” It took all my strength to ask that question. I stopped my breathing as I waited for her answer.I was. Almost every day on her visit, she would put on her skirt, or dress, as her boyfriend requested, and they would walk to the local market to get fresh food for dinner. Every day, they would walk through a pedestrian tunnel, that went under a main road. This tunnel was dimly lit, and at about the half way point, there was a little nook. She told me almost every time they went through there, someone was in that nook, either getting frisky, or freaky. Usually they would stop real quick, as would.