I jumped off the couch and hurried to the wardrobe. Grabbed a crisp white shirt and jeans, and quickly dressed.

I pulled open one of the drawers and spotted my pleasure tools! I smirked at them and said, "Not today, but soon," as I grabbed a packet of condoms and slipped them into my jeans pocket.

I styled my hair, sprayed on some cologne, and I was ready to go.

Grabbing my keys, I closed my apartment door behind me.

Her flat was right next to mine, so I thought no one would notice me entering. But, of course, luck wasn't on my side. An old lady from the flat opposite opened her door just as I was about to ring the bell!

I froze and looked at her.

She raised her eyebrows and asked in her elderly voice, "Sammy, could you help me dial my son's number? I can't seem to get it on my phone," adjusting her equally old glasses.

I thought, "Why not," as I ran my hands through my hair and shook my head. What was wrong with her? She hadn't saved her son's number in her phone and now she wanted to call him right away? Seriously!

Approaching her, I took her phone and started searching for her son's name.

"Here it is," I said. "Oh, thanks, Sam. You're such a big help," she said gratefully.

"No worries," I replied, shaking my head.

"Samy, where are you off to with that nice cologne?" she asked again.

In my mind, I thought, "To fuck a women!" and smiled. 

"Nothing much, just a party with some colleagues from the office," I answered.

"Okay, have a good time," she said, heading back inside.

I turned around and made my way to Madhvi's flat, ringing the bell. I knew that old lady was probably still peeking at me through the door hole, but I didn't care.

I hear Madhvi's footsteps getting closer to the door, my heart racing as I hear the noise of the lock clicking open. 

There she is, the goddess of sex herself, standing before me in a silk black saree that's open at the waist, revealing her sweet and sexy navel.

I'm frozen, but then I realize it's not a good idea to just stand there like an idiot. I steel myself, still keeping my eyes on her. I search for any exposed skin in her saree, my gaze lingering on her lips, her neck, and then down to her breasts. 

I can't help but imagine how much weight her bra must be holding up, wishing I could feel those soft mounds in my hands.

She breaks the chain of my thoughts with a flick of her finger, asking me, "What are you thinking, Sam?"

I... I... nothing, you look amazing, I manage to stammer, finally meeting her eyes.

She laughed and said, "Oh, I thought you were gonna say something else!"

"What do you mean by something else?" I added, looking around her living room.

She said, "Nothing."

I've never been to her flat, but they both used to visit mine, and I hadn't considered visiting theirs. 

However, today, when I saw her place, it was amazing.

Women truly amplify everything; they enhance everything they touch and interact with.

Give a woman a flat, and she will turn it into a beautiful home. I just loved this nature of women. Also, give her love, and she will give you a lot in return.

Someone said right: you don't understand women; you just love them!

She broke my chain of thoughts with a snap of her fingers again, and I realized, "Oh, damn."

I took a look around, and the living room was well-maintained and smelled good, unlike mine. 

"Oh, come on, I was living like a bachelor, that's okay," I thought to myself.

"What are you looking at, Sam?" she asked.

"Nothing, you... you just have a beautiful house," I said, trying to hide my admiration for her place.

"Yes, I just love keeping it cozy, neat, and clean," she said, smiling.

I nodded in agreement and smiled.

I let a moment pass and considered asking her about the plan.

"So," I began, looking at her.

"So," she replied, looking back at me.

"I...I...think we are eating now?" I asked, unsure.

"No," she said, smiling as she came closer to me.

As she came closer, she said, "Sam, I lied to you!"

Confused, I asked, "What do you mean?"

"I'm sorry," she said, her expression serious.

I was confused. Why was she talking like that? Who talks like that with guests you invite for dinner?

"Okay, but about what? What is it?" I inquired, feeling puzzled.

She came even closer, and said, "Sam, I didn't cook."

"What?" I almost shouted.

"What the hell is wrong with her? She didn't cook, so why did she call me for dinner in the first place? And why did she even text me to come over?", I thought. 

As I was about to say this, she hushed me with a finger to her lips and then burst into laughter, looking at my confused expression.

"Oh my god! Just look at you!" she said, laughing.

I did not understand what was going on. I looked at her with question in my eyes. 

"I did not complete the dinner yet," she managed to say between laughs, moving back and hiding her face in her palms as she sat on the couch, still giggling.

I started laughing too, and soon the room was filled with laughter. I sat next to her and asked, 

"What do you mean by not completing the dinner?" I asked.

"I don't know," she replied, still chuckling.

"Why did you text me then?" I asked, trying to control my laughter and a little anger.

Finally, she said, "Oh, Sammy, I just wanted to see your expressions. I made the dinner, don't worry!"

"Okay, only chapatis are remaining; I have the rest of all. Maybe you can help me make chapatis," she said, also trying to control her laughter.

"Okay," I said, relieved. "At least I'm not going to sleep on an empty stomach."

We both laughed together!

"Alright," she said, getting up from the couch. I couldn't help but notice her waist; her saree was covering very little of her navel, and I was so tempted to touch it.

"Let's get to work," she said, motioning for me to follow her to the kitchen.

I got up and followed her, my eyes fixed on her back. She was wearing a backless blouse that only added to her beauty. 

Her bra straps were clearly visible!

While walking, my gaze wandered to her ass—it was huge, I mean, really impressive! 

As she walked, her hips swayed in a way that sent shivers down to my cock, waking it up.

As she put the pan on the stove, I looked around the kitchen; it was as clean as I expected.

"So, do you know how to make dough?" she asked, looking at me.

"Of course, I cook for myself," I replied, asking her where the flour was.

She raised her hands to reach an upper cabinet in the kitchen to get the flour.

Again, I couldn't stop looking at her body. Her curves were so hot and sexy that I couldn't help but drink in all of her hotness with my eyes.

I quickly averted my gaze before she noticed. She handed over the flour container to me and said, "Make four for each."

"Four?" I asked.

"Yes, you must be really hungry as it's already late," she explained.

I took some flour in the plate and added some water, then started making some dough.

"I said don't expect a good chapati as I am not a professional cook!" I said to her.

She nodded in agreement and said with a smile, "It's okay, Sam. My husband never comes to the kitchen, you're at least helping me, and that is making me feel so good." She said that last line while looking into my eyes.

I quickly looked away and then back at the dough.

I started making the dough, but it was taking a little longer. She was sitting on the kitchen counter, watching me press the dough.

She felt like I was taking a little longer to make the dough, so she got up from the kitchen counter and came closer to me.

She laughed and said, "You're taking a lot longer to make the dough. The pan is already hot," as she looked at herself in the mirror just opposite to kitchen counter.

She said let me help you!

Then, she put her hands in the dough and started pressing it too.

I felt a sense of arousal as her fingers touched mine.She looked down, but she had a lustful smile on her lips that traveled towards her cheeks.

I noticed she was enjoying the touch of my fingers.

Intentionally, I started touching her fingers slowly. She turned her gaze from the dough towards my eyes, locking eyes with me for a moment before moving closer.

I moved forward too, our hands in the dough, fingers intertwined, as we gazed into each other's eyes.

"Nice cologne!," she said.

I whispered in a husky voice, looking into her eyes "You like it?"

She nodded, looking at my lips and then at my eyes.We came even closer, and I put the dough aside, placing my hand on her waist.

She shivered with a cold sensation on her waist, letting out a soft moan, "Ummm".

"Sam... No!", She mumbled. 

I pulled her slowly closer, and we were able to feel each other's breath. We both started breathing heavily.

"S... S... Sam...!", she tried to stop me. 

I took a look at her lips; they were made to be kissed, and she was made to be loved. I looked into her eyes, moved forward, and kept my lips on hers!

She shivered for a moment and then hugged me, letting her hands rest on my back.

She looked into my eyes, and I pulled her even closer, pressing my lips against hers."

"Ummm... Sam", She moaned into my mouth! 

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