When Thursday came around, Kajal packed the fridge with beers, ready for the weekly Entertainment Committee meeting. But, rather than heat some pre-prepared chicken wings, this time, she made them from scratch, in an Indian style. Having marinated them in her secret recipe spicy sauce, she put them in the oven and went to shower.
Kajal knew she would be ovulating, and as she bathed, she considered the fatherhood potential of the guys attending the meeting that evening. How difficult could it be to seduce one of them? All the ingredients were there: several guys to choose from, a cosy room, and plenty of alcohol to lower their guard. Besides, the way they had shown off in front of her at the last meeting suggested some of them at least were interested. But if she were to seduce one of them, it must be tonight. With only four weeks until the street party, she wouldn’t ovulate again until then, so this would be her only opportunity.
She discounted the married guys for the time being, leaving three possibilities: Will, the police officer; Connor, a university lecturer; and Steven, a musician. All were in their mid-twenties, intelligent, skilled in their fields, and sufficiently attractive to merit consideration as potential fathers.
However, she quickly ruled Will out. Although he was the most attractive of the guys, she wasn’t sure of his relationship status. Additionally, she didn’t know him as well as the other two contenders. So she decided to focus on Connor that evening. He was Irish, good-looking, and a brilliant mathematician living two doors down next to Jhansi. Kajal already knew him quite well, and although he lacked self-confidence, she figured she could use that to her advantage. She guessed he would be either too polite or too intimidated to say no if she attempted to seduce him. He co-habited with his partner, but Jhansi had told Kajal she suspected they were unhappy as she often heard them arguing. In addition, his partner was bossy and overbearing, and Kajal had once had an argument with her over a recycling bin. So it would serve her right if Kajal revenge-fucked her boyfriend.
Having showered, Kajal completed her make-up repertoire as if she was going on a night out and left her hair down, allowing her long, wavy black hair to cascade over her shoulders, drawing the eye towards her cleavage.
Although it seemed a long shot, Kajal prepared for the eventuality that Connor noticed her advances, reciprocated in kind, and they ended the evening in bed. So she put on a sexy black and pink Pour Moi bra, knowing that even the slightest exposure of her lace straps would likely set his imagination and pulse racing. The bra came with matching panties, but Kajal chose not to wear them. Apart from the excitement of ‘going commando’ in a room full of guys, she didn’t want panty lines to be visible through whatever short, clingy skirt she decided to wear.
In choosing colours, Kajal defaulted to black. A low-cut, fitted blouse helped make a feature of her modest bust and a thigh-length, plaid Bodycon skirt showed off her slim waist and full bottom. And, should the opportunity arise, there was even the potential for an impromptu wardrobe malfunction if her skirt ‘accidentally’ rode up a little too high.
Kajal was happy with her slinky, sexy look, and as she went downstairs, the doorbell rang, announcing the arrival of her first guest.
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The meeting was an unmitigated disaster. The plans for the street party were progressing well, but despite Kajal’s coquettish touches and giggles, Connor hadn’t reciprocated with any flirting of his own. Bending low as she refilled her guests’ glasses, she had afforded him ample opportunity to look down her blouse and check out her legs and bottom, but if he was interested, he hadn’t shown any sign of it. Even worse, he had been the first to leave, saying his girlfriend wanted him home by ten o’clock. By then, they had moved on to “Planning Actions’ and ‘Any Other Business’, so Kajal hadn’t even had time to turn her attention to another guy. So as Kajal showered the following morning, she reluctantly accepted that she would have to wait another month before trying to get pregnant. Maybe the street party itself would provide an opportunity?
The doorbell rang when Kajal got out of the shower, so she wrapped a towel around herself and went downstairs. She wasn’t expecting a delivery, and it was too early for the postman, so Kajal figured it must be Jhansi, and she opened the door.
When she saw Connor standing on the doorstep, Kajal was horrified. With her wet hair cascading like rats’ tails over her shoulders and no make-up, she knew she must look a mess, and her towel barely reached below the top of her thigh.
“Oh, God! It’s you, Connor!”
Ever gracious, Connor averted his eyes and said, “I’m so sorry, Kajal - I’ve obviously caught you at a bad time. I just dropped by to find out if you had delegated any planning tasks at the end of yesterday’s meeting. But I’ll call back later.”
Connor had begun to walk back down the path when Kajal, thinking quickly, said, ‘No, Connor - it’s fine. Come in. Give me a few minutes, and I’ll be with you.”
Connor entered, wiped his feet, and went into the lounge.
“Take a seat,” Kajal said. “I’ll be back in two minutes.” With that, she ran up the stairs.
‘Fuck my life!’ Kajal thought as she roughly dried her hair. She was angry with herself for not being quick-witted enough to take advantage of this surprise second opportunity to seduce Connor and wondered how best to rescue the situation. Finally, Kajal decided that having brushed her hair and quickly applied some make-up, she would dress in her ivory satin and lace camisole set and matching dressing gown. It was sexy and revealing, but she showed more flesh on the beach or at the swimming pool, so she figured it couldn’t be considered indecent. Unfortunately, it was still too cold to wear satin in bed, so Kajal rummaged through two drawers before finding the set she was looking for. She quickly dressed, checked the mirror, and went downstairs.
Connor was browsing her bookcase when Kajal walked into the lounge. When he turned and saw her in her nightwear, Kajal detected the first signs of interest as his eyes shot from her deep floral V-front to her lace-trimmed French knickers and back.
“Excuse the nightwear, but I slept late and haven’t pressed my day clothes yet. But I’m sure it’s nothing you haven’t seen before. Would you like tea or coffee, Connor?” Kajal said, adopting a matter-of-fact tone.
She leaned seductively against the kitchen door as she awaited his answer.
“Er, yes. Tea, no sugar, please. And I’m the one who must apologise,” Connor replied. “I should have messaged first, but I was passing and thought I might as well pop in.”
Kajal continued into the kitchen, with Connor following behind. She switched on the kettle and indicated for him to sit at the small round kitchen table as she waited for the water to boil.
“Actually, that’s a lie,” Connor said guiltily. “I’m working from home today and thought I’d call round before the Boss returns from work. By which, of course, I mean my girlfriend.” He rolled his eyes. “I’m sorry about last night - she disapproves of me drinking during the week and told me I had to be back by ten. I didn’t want to risk making her even grumpier than usual; you’ve seen what she can be like when crossed, haven’t you?”
“Well, we did have that argument over the recycling bin, but these things happen.” Kajal wanted to seem generous since she had emerged from the argument victorious, proving beyond doubt that the bin was hers, and forcing the other woman into a humiliating climbdown.
“Yes, they do,” Connor agreed. “Particularly to her. And you’re not the only neighbour she’s pissed off. When I bought the house, I didn’t expect her to move in with me, but her landlord terminated her tenancy, and she had nowhere else to go. It was supposed to be a short-term arrangement, but she seems to have taken root. I’m not sure I know what to do about it, if I’m honest.”
“Well, forgive me for saying, but it doesn’t sound acceptable that she tells you when you can come and go in your own house. And her pissing off your neighbours isn’t very helpful either. I suppose you could give her notice, as a tenant and a girlfriend, but I expect that’s easier said than done.”
The kettle boiled, and Kajal poured the tea. As she did so, Connor, grateful to have a sympathetic ear, began unburdening himself. As he listed all his girlfriend’s foibles, indiscretions and inadequacies, Kajal brought the tea over. Sitting at the table opposite him, she allowed her robe to open slightly. She knew the gentle curve of her breasts and large dark nipples would now be visible through the delicate ivory satin, and as Connor’s eyes flicked up and down from her face to her chest, his voice tailed off, and he began to lose his thread.
“I’m sorry to unload all this onto you,” he concluded. “I’m just so frustrated with the whole situation.”
“And you say you no longer have a physical relationship?” Kajal asked. “That isn’t sustainable in the long term. Connor, from what you’ve told me, you have been very patient with her for a long time. But maybe too patient for too long? Sorry if I’m overstepping the mark by saying so.”
Connor considered her words for a moment.
“You think she’s using me, don’t you?”
“I’m sorry to say, but it does look that way, yes,” Kajal said, feeling guilty that she was about to do precisely the same thing. She leaned forward and reached for his hand, allowing her cami top to gape open at the front. “You’re a good-looking, intelligent guy, Connor. You can do better,” she said earnestly, squeezing his hand. “I think, deep down, you know what needs to be done.”
Connor nodded. “Yes, you’re right. I should have finished the relationship months ago. But, instead, she’s been taking the piss all this time. I just need to find the courage to break the bad news to her, though. She’s not going to be happy.”
“I think it’s the right decision in the long run. Now, why don’t we take our tea to the lounge?” Kajal said, rising from her seat but retaining her firm grip on his hand. “You asked earlier if I had any tasks for you. Well, there are a few tasks I would like you to complete, but I think it will be even better if we work on them together.” She gave him a coy smile.
As the realisation slowly dawned that he was being seduced, Connor began to panic, and Kajal knew she would have to help him relax before she could continue.
“Come on,” she said as Connor stood and allowed Kajal to lead him back to the lounge by the hand. “Maybe we should forget about the tea? I know it’s only eleven o’clock, but perhaps we should be naughty and have a whiskey instead? I know it’s your favourite. Sit on the sofa, and I will fetch you one to help you relax.”
Connor didn’t protest, so Kajal went to her drinks cabinet, poured two large whiskeys, and handed one to Connor, placing the second on a low coffee table.
“Kajal, I’m not sure we should be doing this if it is what I think it is. I mean, I want to - you’re gorgeous - but I must split up with my girlfriend first. It’s not right to...”
“Shhh, Connor. Go on, take a sip. I know the situation with your ex-girlfriend weighs on your mind, so I will help you relax the best way I know how,” Kajal said soothingly.
Kajal knelt on the floor between Connor’s legs and began running her hands up and down his firm thighs. She could already see a thick ridge developing in his loose tracksuit bottoms, but she wanted him to relax more before she went there. However, Connor was still anxious, and when Kajal splayed her fingers, tracing the inside of his thigh with her thumbs during her upward strokes, he immediately drained his glass.
“There! That’s better, isn’t it?” Kajal said as she took his empty glass and handed him the second, full one. “But you still seem very tense. Let me take off your shoes so you can relax properly.”
Kajal untied Connor’s trainers and removed his shoes and socks as Connor’s second whiskey went the same way as the first. He looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights, but Kajal figured the two drinks would soon have the desired effect. So, as she placed the second empty glass on the coffee table, Kajal decided to take things to the next level.
“So, your ex has been neglecting your needs?” Kajal returned to stroking Connor’s thighs, but this time she allowed her thumbs to trace the length of his stubby, thick ridge as she reached the top of each stroke. She could feel his cock twitch as her thumbs squeezed the tip.
“We’ve not had sex since we moved in,” Connor rasped. “And rarely before that.”
“Then, I think we need to do something about it,” Kajal said determinedly. “A man’s needs must be met... and so must a woman’s.”
Then, taking hold of his trouser waistband, Kajal began to pull it over his hips. Connor raised his bottom from the armchair, allowing Kajal to remove the garment. Underneath, Connor was wearing olive green trunks, already displaying a noticeable silvery wet patch at the tip of his cock.
“My, my!” Kajal exclaimed. “Somebody is excited! I’m excited too. See?” Kajal seductively drew her robe over each shoulder, then shook the garment to the floor. Her small breasts jiggled inside her cami top, her dark, stiff nipples making two distinct peaks in the gossamer fabric. Then, crossing her arms and gripping the seam, Kajal pulled it over her head.
Kneeling upright, she cupped her breasts and pushed them upwards, giving Connor a mischievous smile. Then, looking at her tawny globes, Kajal tweaked her long, hard nipples between her thumbs and forefingers as if forgetting for a moment that anyone else was present.
Eventually, she said, “See how excited my little nipples have become? They’re hard and desperate to be sucked. So your first task is to suck my nipples. Will you do that for me, Connor?”
“God, you’re beautiful,” Connor croaked, his mouth dry with anticipation. “Yes, I would love that.”
The words seemed to refocus Kajal, and she allowed her breasts to drop before she reached forward again and grabbed the waistband of Connor’s trunks. As she dragged them down, Connor’s cock sprang from its confines and slapped against his T-shirt. While only average in length, it was incredibly thick, and below, his smooth ball sack was tight and looked eager to relieve itself of its contents. But, of course, Kajal wanted to ensure that Connor was deep inside her when that happened.
“Good,” she said, rising from the floor and straddling him on the sofa. Then, putting her hands on either side of his shoulders, she gripped the back of the couch and thrust her breasts towards Connor’s face. “Now, take my little titties in your mouth. Make my nipples as hard as this big, thick cock.” With that, Kajal dropped her hips and began grinding her pussy along the length of his shaft.
Connor firmly took hold of her breasts, pushing them together as he took one of Kajal’s nipples in his mouth while massaging her with his palms. Kajal recognised the signs of a man who had gone far too long without sex; not only was he grunting urgently as he greedily sucked on her breasts, his cock was leaking copiously onto her satin knickers. That, along with her own dripping juices, was making the gusset of her panties soaking wet, and they began to feel uncomfortable.
Having given Connor a few moments to play with her breasts, Kajal climbed off the sofa, pulled her French knickers over her hips, and allowed them to drop to the floor. Usually, she would have taken much more time over stripping to make the act more arousing, but it was clear that Connor would not last much longer, and she needed him inside her soon.
“That’s better,” she said as she resumed her position astride Connor. “Now, where were we?”
Cradling his neck with one hand, Kajal pushed her breasts into his face again as, with the other hand, she reached behind her, gripped the root of his cock, and lowered herself onto it. Before Connor knew what was happening, he was balls deep inside her.
“No, Kajal. Shouldn’t we use protection? Do you have a condom?”
Kajal started gently rocking her hips and put a finger to his mouth. “Everything’s taken care of,” she whispered. “So you just need to relax and enjoy it. Let my pussy give you the release you have been denied. Enjoy what you’ve waited for for so long.”
Connor was beyond the point of making anything other than a token protest and seemed prepared to take Kajal at her word. Pinned to the couch as he was, there was little he could do about it anyway, and he allowed himself to relax as she ground herself on his length.
“Oh, God, that feels amazing,” he said, closing his eyes and sinking back into the couch, enjoying a smooth, wet pussy gripping his cock for the first time in months.
With time short, Kajal picked up the pace. She wanted to cum first, knowing it would increase her chances of conceiving. Fortunately, it wouldn’t take long in her favourite cowgirl position, and she leaned back slightly so Connor’s tip was nudging her G-spot with each thrust of her hips. Then, placing one hand on Connor’s shoulder, she moved the other between her legs and began rubbing her clitoris with the tips of her fingers.
Kajal began to feel her body respond to the stimulation between her legs, and she prepared herself for the release she knew would soon follow. Connor’s breathing was also becoming more urgent, and the strained look on his face told her he was fighting his approaching orgasm. She slowed her bucking, allowing his cock a moment’s respite as she frantically rubbed herself towards completion with her fingers.