In Neighborly Lap: Seduction
By Shiraz Saini
Copyright@ 2012 Shiraz Saini
Smashwords Edition
All Rights Reserved.
Chapter One
She was extremely beautiful and she was proud that people stared at her, but sometimes she felt a little like an object in an exhibition hall. While walking along the sidewalk, she was feeling a little scared because she had some ideas about the things which often happened to the young women these days. The back of Mumtaz’s neck tingled, and she knew right away that she was being watched. She felt the burning gaze of whoever watched her, and it left a peculiar impression deep in the pit of her stomach... She did not know who it was watching and closely studying her but every part of her body as if suggested to her to run into her home and be safe alone in her secure room. If it was someone intending on hurting her, there were enough lights in the gated community where she lived that it wouldn't go unnoticed. And with that reasoning, her curious side won out. She couldn't help the stiffening of her spine as she inserted the key into her apartment lock, paused, and turned to look. The sun had set about an hour ago, but there were lampposts lit inside of her complex. Her gaze moved from a woman and man with their children, to a couple lingering outside an apartment door, and then to four teenagers lounging on the chairs by the pool. Nothing strange there from what she could tell, and no one appeared to be fixated on her either. She turned to her left, surprised when her gaze collided with a 100 percent prime male specimen.
The source of her distraction lived on the second floor, her own floor and she was aware of the fact that he often watched her, in fact watched her very properly but she never cared about it, in fact, she felt happy when he watched her. She never felt even a tiny bit afraid. In fact, if she had to give a name to what she was feeling, she would say she was utmost pleased to be the sole focus of this particular man's attention. And what an excellent man he was, her outrageously sexy, motorcycle-riding, muscled neighbor Mr Ramesh Mehta. Funny she should think of him as hers, but she couldn't help the thought. She sure as hell wasn't going to fantasize about him and think of him as another woman's. She didn't know much of him just that he lived close to her, and the few times he had greeted her briefly, she'd caught glances of his badge. Other than small talk they'd shared, there had never been a perfect opportunity for them to get together and really delve into the spark of connection she had felt with him. And she could almost bet one year's worth of her salary that he felt the same way about her. The way Mr. Ramesh Mehta was watching her now, as if he wouldn't mind backing her up into her apartment and fucking her, made her want to go up to him and say something inviting. But what if he turned her down? There was still a small chance of that, and truly, she would be crushed that he, a dark Greek god in the flesh, didn't see her in the sexy “I want to fuck you” way she thought he did. His dark, straight hair reached his shoulders, and his eyes were gray, the color a complete contrast to his tanned skin.
Mr. Mehta was definitely a very handsome man and the girls and women in the neighbourhood really noticed him; his bottom lip was slightly larger than the upper, and he sported a goatee, which she happened to love. He wore a black sleeveless tee that showed off his lean muscles, and the denim jeans enhanced his bad-boy appeal.
“Hello, Mumtaz, a very good evening to you. Hope the day has treated you well.”
She was happy that she had taken two week vacations from her job and she was playing with the idea of inviting him to her apartment. Sweat moistened her brow, and she fought the urge to wipe her hand over it. The summer heat was dreadful today, thick and muggy. She had a vision of relieving the heat with a cold shower, and more importantly, Ramesh fucking her against the wall as the water cooled their skin. The problem would be how to make that vision come true.
“Yes, Mr. Mehta, the day was good. Tomorrow will be the first day of my two week vacation. How was your day, Mr. Mehta?”
“Comparatively it was a better day because I was not involved in the arrest of any criminal today, or else I would still be at the precinct filling out paperwork.”
“That’s very fine. I am happy that you are not busy today, Mr. Mehta.”
He did not feel anything strange in her behaviour and he said, “Actually, I'm on my way to pick up some files at the precinct so I can at least get some work done at home. You have a great night.”
She did not like it at all because she knew that he could have brought his files along if he wanted to but, perhaps, he wanted to avoid her and he wanted to run away from there. It was as if he dismissed her because he had something better to do. It was truly silly feeling such a thing, when she didn't know him in a personal way that should cause such heartbreak.
“Thank you very much, Mr. Mehta.” She said in a very soft voice and turned away from him. She did not want him to see that she was hurt and she actually did not want him to go away. She swallowed against a ball of emotion lodged in her throat. She opened the door and entered her home, miserable at the thought of spending another night alone without satisfying any of her cravings. Add the fact that her two-week summer vacation began officially two hours ago with no plans because she was trying to cut back on spending, and she was doubly depressed. What the hell was she going to do for fourteen days? Go nuts, probably.
“I must go back to the office to fetch those files. See you, Mumtaz.”
She just smiled in his direction but she was sure that he could have done better than that. And why the hell didn't he tell her he was on his way out to grab a bite to eat? Or even invite her to the precinct's annual Independence Day fireworks party, even though he didn't have plans to attend? That would've been ten times better than the dumb-ass excuse he had made up and a perfect opportunity to invite her out and get to know her better.
Ramesh was deeply frustrated because he knew that he could have reacted better and attracted the woman. He could've at least asked her to his place for drinks, so they could talk. Any reason to spend time with her would've been better than fantasizing about how much he wanted to be with her. Instead, he'd taken the easy way out, fearing that even if he did ask her on a date, she would turn him down. Why would a sexy woman like that be interested in a handsome, rugged man like him? Shit! He preferred his sex hard and a little rough. He wasn't too sure Mumtaz would like the feel of his hands on what appeared to be very enticing, smooth flesh.
He was in his thirties but he was handsome enough the turn the heads of the young girls when he walked along a road. He knew that he had to do something because she had bowled him over. He hungered for her, and she made him harden instantly. Her brown hair reached her waist, and he had wondered one too many times how the strands would feel against his skin. Her lips were full, and her eyes a beautiful shade of brown. Her body enticed him, and he imagined often what she would look like naked. He would've done better if he had followed her inside, backed against her apartment door, and rubbed his body against hers, arousing her before he tasted her sweet lips. That was his number one fantasy, starring her. He felt like an idiot for not making a move. His cock had lengthened as their gazes had collided. Perhaps she had felt him watching her and had become curious, or she even felt the same about him. That would be hoping for too much, but it would be heaven if it turned out that way. He had also detected a hint of vulnerability in her tone of voice as she responded to him. Ramesh swore silently, his gaze on the door she had just closed. His muscles tightened in anticipation. She was on vacation, which made it the perfect time to go ahead with his plan.
Ramesh had already decided that he would have to make his move quickly and he knew that Mumtaz would accept his invitation. Two days later, and it was just as she had initially thought. Mumtaz did feel miserable and lonely. Her air-conditioning had managed to cool her skin, but there was a fire raging deep within her. She hadn't been able to get Ramesh out of her mind. Could he be the answer to all her dreams? She had never believed in love at first sight. And maybe this was lust at first sight. But that didn't deter her from wanting to fuck him, plain and simple. She could only blame herself. It sucked that it could've been easily remedied if she'd just been brave enough to invite Ramesh in. If she were only more vivacious and secure about what she wanted, she could have gone after him, and that decision could have led to the best night of her life, and who knew, maybe even something more. Instead, here she sat on her leather love seat, a full pint of Ben & Jerry's chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream in her stomach. Ramesh, still feeling dejected. She hated that emotion with a passion because it only opened the doors to more sadness, but as much as she tried not to think about him, she couldn't. She had dialed Monica’s number wanting to be cheered up, but she should've known that as flamboyant as her best friend was, she would recommend that Mumtaz jump on Ramesh and take what she needed from him. Still, she was the only person who understood Mumtaz and what she needed from a man.
“Dear Monica, my day was really horrid today. I just missed a chance to invite my neighbour to my apartment. I know I should have invited him. How stupid of me!. He claimed he was headed to work to pick up some files, but I caught him staring at me. It was weird and the perfect opportunity at the same time, and I blew it by not asking him into my apartment flat out.”
“I am sure that you will come across another opportunity very soon. You'll be ready for it the next time it happens.”
“It does not seem likely in very near future. I don't believe he feels the same way about me as I do about him.”
“But you must give it a try because there is no harm in it, Mumtaz.”
“It may happen but I have not been able to take my mind off him because I am really hooked to him, I think. Well, that and the fact that Mumtaz had misplaced her RED JOURNAL, the one where she used to jot down all her affairs, like the one with her boss in Baroda, her Housekeeper Mohan’s Sex Lust, and many more.
“I don’t know where I have kept it. I have searched everywhere but no result.”
Mumtaz knew that she had made a very big mistake and she should have been more careful and attentive, figuring she could write in it during her lunch hour from work. In the spring and summer seasons, she tended to eat across the street at a park and feed the birds. The moment she had realized it was gone, she had searched everywhere in a fit of panic, including the park, her workplace, and every block in between her home and job. But nothing had surfaced.
“This book of yours really scares the shit out of me. You should have been more careful. Isn't that the same book you write in every day? The same hot fantasies and sex experiences you have had with all those young guys, you've told me about?”
Mumtaz was on the verge of crying.
Monica was her best friend but besides Monica it was her Red Book that gave her companionship because she could pour all her emotions into it without being scared of the results. It seemed like she'd lost her best friend, and feeling that way for a book was silly, even stupid, but that's how she felt.
“Do you think you should go to the police about this book?”
There was no answer. She was deeply frustrated. That was probably the most idiotic thing she had ever asked anyone. She could just picture what the police would think of her if she showed up at their precinct to report a missing diary.
“No, it won’t help because the police don’t pay much attention to the things like lost books or note pads, honey. Cheer up. It could still show up. Your vacation has already started, and you should have come over tonight. We could have gone out and celebrated. Better yet, do you know what you need?” Monica asked.
Mumtaz was so much lost in her thoughts that she had forgotten about the presence of her friend Monica in that room. It was only after hearing her voice did Mumtaz realize that she was not alone. Mumtaz knew exactly what she needed but still asked the dreadful question anyway in hopes of pacifying Monica, even though there was no appeasing her when she got an idea in her head.
“What could it be?”
“I think you need to be in bed with a man, to get laid. Your neighbor probably won't be gone all night. Why don't you just walk over to that hot man's apartment and invite him back to your place? Wait! I have an even better idea. As soon as he opens the door, you step inside and proceed to show him how much you want him. If he doesn't know what to do from that point on, then he's hopeless.”
Mumtaz could not control herself and she began to laugh. “That's all I need right now: more rejection. You know perfectly well I'm not going through with that plan. But let's just say I did. What if he slammed the door in my face? What if he thought I was nuts?”
“No, it is not so. I think you are insane. I know that I won’t be able to get all that I want. You naked is any man's dream. I wish I were blessed with the body you have, instead of a fat body like mine. You just need some courage to go after what you want. I still can't believe you don't see what's in plain sight.”
Mumtaz knew that her friend was right but her words did not encourage much..
“No, my dear, you are not fat, instead, you have a very graceful body. I don't ever want to hear you talk that way again.”
“Wow, you think so! I am not sure. Think about it. It's the perfect way to get his attention.”
“It will take some time but I will definitely think about it, Monica. Revealing to a man what I truly want in bed is frightening. I don't want to be let down. I could just picture Ramesh running from me, instead of to me.”
“You are unnecessarily scared when there is no need to be. There's still an equal chance he can run to you. Mumtaz, you can't live your life alone forever. You have to go after what you want.”
The spoken words seemed to be very simple and pleasant but to act on them was another matter entirely.
“All right, give me some time, I will definitely think about it.” Mumtaz sighed. “I'm heading to bed. Tomorrow will be the start of a new day, and hopefully I can put everything into perspective then.”
“All right now, give me a phone call tomorrow and then I will know. You take care.”
“See you my dear. I will call you.”
Mumtaz was soundly sleeping when the alarm bell rang loudly. She stretched her arm to stop the sound but found she couldn't move. Panic threatened to overwhelm her, but she squashed it down.
Though she wanted to open her eyes, there was something which stopped her from doing so. She felt that there was someone in that room. She could feel the heat of a body, and a sensation ran through her body. She struggled against the bonds, pulling at the ties that bound her. Her muscles tightened, and she gave the ties a hard yank, but still nothing. The alarm stopped its annoying ringing, and she realized that she had to remain calm. She wasn't going to free herself on her own, so she was at her captor's total mercy. Her throat closed in terror, and she had to force herself to breathe to calm her rattled nerves. Freaking out wasn't in her character. Thinking with a level head was, and it was important she remembered that. “It would be easier on you if you remained still.” His tone was strong and deep. She was sure she'd heard his voice before. And did that mean he knew her? Still, what if his intention was to kill her? Was he going to torture her first? Was that why she was tied up? Her heart felt like it was pounding two hundred beats per minute, and she couldn't stop shaking.
Chapter Two
Mumtaz was sure by this time that there was someone in there, but instead of getting scared, she rallied courage and said, “Who are you? What do you want? You can have anything you want. Please…just don't hurt me.”
“There is nothing to be afraid you because I am not here to hurt or harm you,” the man replied. “Think about it. If I were, you would probably be dead by now. As odd as this may sound, you can trust me. I want to make all of your dreams come true, Mumtaz.”
She could not understand how the man knew her name. She began to doubt whether it was an illusion. Trust a complete stranger? Was the concept even possible? She supposed anything was, but trusting him would make her absolutely insane.
“How the hell can I trust you? You break into my home, tie me to my bed, and you're asking me to trust you?”
She did not know that even her words were shaky and she was literally stammering. She took a deep breath. “How do you know my name?”
“I know your name because I know you. You can believe me that we are not strangers. I must admit to reading your diary. I have read all of your thoughts and secret fantasies. And I can only hope your words were true. But if they weren't, I will untie you now and walk out of your life for good.”
Gradually, she began to join the pieces and her understanding of the voice and the man settled on some certain point. She was now 100 percent sure where her lost journal had ended up. In the hands of this man, a stranger for the most part, at least for now. She silently acknowledged that deep in the pit of her stomach she felt uneasy, vulnerable at the fact that he knew her most private secrets, yet she didn't even know who he was. That posed a huge problem.
Mumtaz was not the woman who could trust any man and she knew it that it was not going to be easy to trust this stranger. She had started writing in her private book a year ago, and it had been filled with dreams, hopes for her future, and carnal cravings. Through her words, she had tried to find acceptance within herself, and she was crushed that the journal she held sacred had been lost. And now she knew that this man had picked it up and read every secret seduction she craved. He had broken into her apartment and been able to catch her unaware, binding her and depriving her of sight, two things that she had fantasized about. Was she upset that he had delved into her fantasies? She probably should be. Some would even say that being angry would be the logical thing to feel—well, that and fear. But what was done was done. No one could change the past. She could only hope a sane man had read it and that she wasn't dealing with a madman. He hadn't killed her yet. That alone was a huge plus in her favor. What if she asked him to untie her? Did she really believe that he would, or was it a ploy so he could get her to trust him?
“Why don’t you tell me who you are?”
“I am in a dilemma about telling my name to you. I am still in the process of thinking,” the smooth voice murmured. “I don't know if introductions would be wise as of yet. But rest assured, you are safe with me.”
She had began to enjoy this conversation with that stranger. She had to admit it excited her to be in this position, adrenaline pumping through her veins, lust heating her body, anticipation heightening her need. Perhaps Monica was right.
Her instinct told her that she should enjoy those moments and forget about everything else. Maybe she needed to seize the moment and just follow her cravings instead of allowing her fear and doubts to rule her. But she still needed to be careful and levelheaded about this.
“How do you think I am going to trust you when you don’t tell me your name?”
Mumtaz was not the woman who would fall in the bed of any man who came across. She knew that she won’t make it easy for the stranger. Even though there was more than one emotion surging through her, to simply lie back and allow this man to do whatever it is he intended went against her basic nature. She tugged the bonds once more with all her strength, and though they weren't tied tight, she still wasn't able to release herself. She had never submitted or surrendered to anyone in her life. She was used to being in control of every aspect in her life. Though she wrote about how much she hungered for fantasies just like this, it was completely new to her, and she couldn't help the ball of nervousness that caused her body to tremble slightly. Just how far was would she go with this man?
“Mumtaz, please think slowly and then decide because I am in no hurry. I know I'm asking for a lot. But I would never harm you in any way.”
Mumtaz was nervous and scared but at the same time she was excited, turned on. Getting control of her emotions was hard. But was she truly insane for considering this? Did that make her a freak? Or did that make her as crazy as her captor? It didn't really matter what anyone else thought. What mattered was now, the present, and what was happening in her bedroom—and how far it would go. According to him, it was her choice.
She was still struggling with her conscience whether to trust that stranger or not. She was not in a position to decide immediately. She wanted to make it sure that the stranger was not going to harm her. By this time she was completely turned on and she knew that something very exciting was on its way. She struggled against the rope bonds that held her immobile, and to her surprise, the thrashing movement instantly made her wet. Or was it the fact that he had bound her, made her feel helpless, and she found that idea desirable? She had imagined this exact scenario over and over again, to be forcefully taken, bound and helpless, forced to accept the pleasure from a man strong enough to take the dominating lead. And she had written exactly that and more in her private book. Either way, she suspected he would soon find out she was aroused, her pussy soft and slick, her clit pounding with hunger, and her nipples tight, pressed against the fabric of her short silk nightgown. If he was looking for detailed signs on what aroused her, looking at her pussy and breasts would be the first two places to watch and touch. And secretly, she hoped to hell he would touch soon. Even though she knew her efforts would be futile, she gave the bonds one more hard pull. The ties didn't budge, not even one inch. Her arms were tied to the headboard, and her legs were spread apart, attached to the footboard of her bed with a little slack on each end. She now had to trust her other senses because of the covering over her eyes, and that in itself was a hard thing to do, since she preferred to be a hands-on, seeing kind of gal.
“I think it is going to be much easier for you if you released me for the moment.” She made sure her words were steady, and that no hint of arousal was in her voice, but she wouldn't fool herself into thinking that this man would back off and release her. She had written a similar scenario in her journal. In her words, she had been bound just like this, and her captor had been a stranger. But she still never imagined that her naughty visions would ever come true. Considering his proposition probably made her a candidate for an asylum. But still, deep down, she was a bit excited. He seemed to be a man worthy of her attention and strong enough to know what she needed sexually. By the sound of his voice and the way he spoke, he was strong and sure of himself, which was a good thing. Because it would take a strong man to lead her. She was also pretty sure that if he had been a psychopath, the rape and torture would have begun already. She was going to go through with this planned seduction of his. To hell with anyone else's preconceived notion of what was acceptable; she wanted this. She was thirty years old and at a healthy age to confront her cravings. She accepted her fantasies, knew they were a part of her, even though she had yet to find the courage to act them out. Not that she had any hand in orchestrating this one, but she was still intrigued. Who was it who knew she wanted this? And should she put her trust and well-being in a stranger's hands? One thing was certain. She would be rational about this. Because this opportunity wouldn't come again, and letting it slip between her fingers would be a mistake. Still, she wasn't just going to lie back and take it.
She was not going to make this seduction so easy and she had already prepared herself for the ensuing events. And that's the way she saw it: a kinky, skillful, planned seduction. His fingers traced the inside of her leg. She hitched a breath, savoring the feel of his hand. His skin felt rough, like he was used to working in the outdoors, a trait she loved in a man. It showed that he was a hard worker and didn't mind getting down and dirty. His hand crept closer to her pussy, stopping when he was a mere few inches away.