Lockdown sex

Hello Readers , Keep your doors locked and your dicks and pussies ready to jerk it off ..

Day 1 of the lockdown happened without warning. She rang the doorbell 5 times to wake me up.

As I groggily opened the door in my track pants and t-shirt, she was standing in her usual immaculate style. Almost perfect figure, neatly dressed in a white churidar and yellow kurta.

Her big black eyes were rimmed with kajal, thick silky hair in a loose braid till mid-back, perfect lips with only lipgloss, simple rings in her ears and a smooth complexion that closely matched the golden color.

She was quite tall, almost 5 feet 7 but maintained herself like a college girl, probably because she was a vegetarian I thought, remembering her name: Deeksha.

“Mom left parathas for you guys,” she said, handing me a Milton box.

“Oh and vicky, If you missed the morning news, today is bangalore lockdown,” she added.

It took me a while to register the details. Our city was under curfew because of some epidemic. My flatmate was out in Bangalore with his family, so I just ate like a hog and finished all 6 parathas in the next hour.

When I checked my email, I was not required at my bank till further notice. Nice, I thought, a much needed break after 2 years of working alone, even short holidays never felt like vacation, always packing and planning to travel back and forth.

After MBA this is my first job, and it hardly matters that I’m out of state or spending 30% salary on for this two-bedroom flat in IndraNagar, I’m just lucky to have this job.

Since childhood, I had invested my time and energy in playing cricket, ending up with a great physique, 5 feet 10 with a V shape body, yet nothing to show in academics. I decided not to shave, after all, the stubble looked good on my cheeks.

After I had showered, I changed to shorts and a half sleeves shirt, then went back to return the box.

She looked worried. “Is everything fine?”, I asked curiously.

“Ya all good,”, parents are stuck in mysore, they can’t travel back to bangalore so they’re going to my mama’s place .”

“Ok, ya, they can come back tomorrow, there’s a direct flight from mysore, even Mohan is stuck in Bangalore,” I said referring to my flatmate.

I had known Deeksha for 2 years, more like, had a crush on her. But any interest would have never worked out. She is maybe 5 years younger, just graduated from B Com, is North Indian, I am from the south, and most importantly she wanted to go abroad for studies. Still no chance I thought to myself, and turned back when she offered me tea.

“What will you eat at night?” she asked while making tea.

“Haven’t thought yet. Maybe Maggie”, I said.

She told me to come and get chapati with Aloo curry. I thanked her and left.

I totally forgot about the dinner offer, got drunk and slept after failing to find Maggi.

Day 2 – the curfew was extended for 14 days, this time I got the news myself from TV.

Groggily I knocked on the opposite flat door to see if I can get any Maggi or anything basically. She was in shorts and a sleeveless tank top, giving me an electric shock. I was trying to think clearly. Is it the same person! The babe in front had smoothly waxed legs and arms. She said to come inside and close the door.

Then she told me to go down to the kirana shop across the road from our building and bring some stuff that she ordered already.

“If you want to get food, you have to come on time and if you get drunk, then stay at home,” she ordered in her usual commanding manner. She was looking so nice for the first time, with her hair open, hanging till her waist.

I could see the outline of her firm breasts which didn’t need any cups to hold them in place.

As she turned around to give me leftovers, she took her hair with the left hand and moved it to front, exposing her sexy neck. Wow! I thought to myself and noticed the lack of any bra straps, confirming my theory that she didn’t need any bra to hold up her tits.

I got a strong erection and excused myself quickly.

Slowly, we got more friendly the next day. She came to my flat and made me clean up everything. I got more and more erections looking at her exposed legs in shorts and skirts. Whenever I got a chance, I would rub against her.

Once I put the remote on her thigh and she didn’t say anything. I got bolder and put my head against her shoulder and slept in the sofa. I could feel her silky hair and soft boob. I could smell her intoxicating body smell and somehow controlled myself.

Day 3

All India lockdown happened as we were having breakfast. Her parents called to let her know they were safe in the bungalow . My parents asked me to stay safe and eat at home, as if there were choices.

Only 20 more days, I thought suddenly realizing that my friendship with Deeksha would end soon.

I rubbed my wet hair from the shower I had earlier. My front hair had grown past eyebrows and started messing with my eyelashes.

“Deeksha, can you cut my front hair?” I asked.

Surprisingly she got excited,”Come here, let me do your full haircut.” She said, “I took beautician classes before getting bored and dropping out.”

She rejected my bathroom scissor and brought her haircut set from her flat.

I sat facing the tv and she started cutting. She pulled my hair section by section and trimmed it with scissors. Her long fingers and soft hands felt wonderful around my face. I could feel her boobs touching my shoulder as she bent over me, giving me a solid erection.

Again, as she moved to the sideburns, her t-shirt was hanging yo once side giving me a clear view of entire cleavage at first and then a glimpse of her reddish-brown nipples inside the loose grey t-shirt.

My haircut was done but she was not done yet. She made me bend forward in the bathroom sink and shampooed my head. As I was washing the last bit of soap from my face, I bumped against her to feel her amazing soft body but she didn’t object about anything even though she must’ve felt my dick through my shorts.

After putting gel and spiking it, I felt she did a great job.

“This is so cool, thanks, if you need a haircut or trim I’m glad to do it for you I said.”

At first, she refused, saying she could wait, then after a few minutes, she said, ok can you cut my hair.

She went and stood in front of the bathroom sink. When I asked her how many inches I should take off from the bottom, she said it’s not a trim. It’s a full haircut.

“I always wanted a curly short haircut,” she told me, “don’t worry, I’ll guide you.”

On her instructions I combed her hair into sections, rubbing her back as I did. I even managed to press both her boobs with some excuse.

As I cut her hair, I noticed she was getting turned on with the sound of scissors through her hair. I deliberately slowed down the cutting. Now she started taking short breaths, meaning she was getting hot.

I got the trimmer and used it on her sides and neck. She was shivering with pleasure, feeling the vibrations of cold steel on her sensitive areas.

Without asking, I lifted her arm and trimmed the peach fuzz, then put powder with a brush. When I did the other underarm, I took my time to adjust her t-shirt, feeling her stomach. Deeksha was in another world. Her haircut was over and she put rollers with perming liquid.

After washing and drying, she looked stunning. I complimented her sitting close in the sofa, “you look so cute I could kiss you,” no response.

After an awkward pause, I understood she was waiting for the kiss. Slowly, I moved close and kissed her cheek, pulling her close by holding her soft shoulder. She turned in my arms and put her head on my chest. I bent and kissed her again, behind the ear, this time running my fingers through her short curls.

I put my finger under her chin and gently lifted her head. Deeksha’s lips were so juicy and tempting I had to take the chance and kiss her on the lips. She responded well with her tongue. Then I slowly put my hand in her skirt and lowered her panty. Her pussy was clean-shaved and dripping wet.

Without breaking our liplock, I made her lie on the sofa with her left leg hanging down and right spread across, lifted at 45 degrees.

As I entered her tight cunt, she gasped with pleasure. I held her body tightly and kept stroking for about 4 minutes before shooting my load inside her. She came almost instantaneously when my hot seamen hit her vagina.

We took a break and fucked again, this time in my bed with her on top. She rode well and satisfied herself for a good 10 minutes.

That night she tried giving me a blowjob for the first time. It felt heavenly to watch her pretty lips take my cock. Her tongue was licking the entire length of my pole and then circling my balls.

Just looking at her transformation, and sexy face with dimples, turns me on instantly, making me fuck her on the spot.

It was Day 15 and she thinks she skipped her period. We fucked so many times without any protection that it was guaranteed she will be pregnant by the time this curfew lifts, which leaves us another 10 days to make love like crazy.

Now she stays in my place all the time and hasn’t opened her flat for the last one week.

Again, I look at her dreamy eyes, she is rubbing her shaved pussy, her boobs clearly on display, and waiting for me to put my cock deep inside her pussy lips.

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