Seduced and fucked hot married neighbour Ramya – Part 1

It all started when I got a new job in Hyderabad; I was moving from Chennai.

Oops… I forgot about the introduction – this is Raj Reddy (of course, the name has been changed). I am 6 feet tall (this detail plays a major role), and I’m very good-looking with a perfect gym body. I know some of you already skipped the intro, so go back and read it as it’s an important detail; also, develop some patience, folks.

So, I got a job in a major software company that pays me a ton of money to lead a lavish lifestyle. But I chose to buy a 3-bedroom flat in one of the mid-class apartment complexes.

Once all the purchases were done, I was ready to move in. Meanwhile, I wanted to know my neighbors. So, I knocked on my neighbor’s door – a beautiful woman in her late twenties opened it (Ramya, the heroine in this movie – sorry, story). So, I introduced myself, and while talking, an old lady appeared; she is Ramya’s in-laws, and we got introduced to each other.

Meanwhile, I started moving in, and by the time it was 6 pm, Ramya’s husband came home, and we got introduced. His name is Rahul, and he helped me a lot in moving and invited me to dinner at his house.

That night, I went to dinner and had a good chat with their family; I hardly noticed Ramya then. After I went home, I just wanted to text thanks to Rahul and opened my WhatsApp and was wowed to see Ramya in his WhatsApp DP. That was nice! Like everyone, I started imagining her and slept.

There were just ‘hi’ and ‘bye’ conversations for the next few months – meanwhile, I set up one room with a home theater; one with a bar and gaming room, and the other a master bedroom.

I have installed a 120-inch TV in my living room and a reclining sofa. I also had some good aged, imported wine.

One day, I invited Rahul’s father for a glass of wine and to watch a T-20 cricket match; he loved the screen and setting, and we had a good chat. Uncle left, and I told him that whenever he wants to watch a game or a movie, he can come over.

Me and Uncle had a few outings after that at my home. One day, when I wasn’t at home, I got a call from Uncle as he wanted to watch a cricket match; I told him my home code and asked him to go ahead and watch.

After some time, I got a WhatsApp message from an unknown number; then I realized it was Ramya – she was asking me how to turn on the TV and navigate to the cricket channel. After reading the message, I was turned on. I gave her some instructions, and she said thanks. Also, she texted that my house is really nice and advanced.

I really wanted to build up a conversation with her, but I wasn’t sure where to start. So, the next day, I was working remotely, and Uncle called me home for lunch; I was eagerly waiting to go to their home to catch a glimpse of Ramya.

When I arrived, Ramya opened the door, and wow… she was looking great in a saree (I was also thinking, which modern woman wears a saree nowadays?). I greeted her and her in-laws and enquired about Rahul and learned that Rahul went to visit the Delhi office for a week. I actually brought Swiss alcohol chocolates and gave them to Uncle. Ramya said she likes chocolates, but then I said they were for Uncle only, as they contained alcohol, and I could see her disappointment in her eyes.

Then I left their home and texted Ramya that sorry about the chocolate; she said it was okay. Then I said if Uncle is okay, ask him to come over to my home; she said 1-4 pm is their in-laws’ sleep time.

As Rahul was out, Uncle was bored, so he asked me to come over to lunch every day. So, the next day, I went again and asked Uncle how the chocolate was; he said it was very good. And I said I would get him more.

After lunch, Uncle asked me to repair his glasses; meanwhile, I asked Ramya to go to my home, and that there was a chocolate for Uncle in the fridge – I asked her to grab one for him.

In my fridge, I already left a surprise for Ramya – I left a Lindt chocolate and kept a note that said, “Please take only one, as I don’t want to make you fat with a lot of chocolates.”

So, she returned after a few minutes with a smile on her face and got the Swiss chocolate with her and gave it to Uncle.

I got a hard-on from her happiness and laugh; then, as usual, I went back to my home for work and surprisingly found a thank-you note. The note said, “You don’t have to do this; I really enjoyed the chocolate, and it’s my first time eating it – thank you for your kindness. Happy to steal one more if available.”

So, I have only 5 more days left before Rahul gets back. And if I want to do anything, these 120 hours are the only time. And I know it very well.

I immediately WhatsApped her, “Hey Ramya, there has been a thief at my home, ate my chocolate, and left a note warning me that they will rob a chocolate every day.”

Ramya simply laughed and replied, “Thank you,” and I ended the conversation for the day.

As usual, I jerked off imagining her.

Next day – pleasant surprise – someone knocked on my door, and it was Ramya; Uncle sent me some breakfast. I welcomed her, and she handed over the breakfast; she looked at the fridge, and I said, “Sorry, just one chocolate per day,” and sent her away.

As usual, again in the afternoon, I went to Ramya’s home for lunch; this time, I was searching for a reason to send Ramya to my home. So, I said, “Ramya, there is a chicken starter in my fridge; please can you heat it and get it?” She went to bring it.

This time, I left her a note on the side of the chocolate: “To my disappointed neighbor – here, have your Lindt chocolate + Snickers. After eating those chocolates, please use a napkin or your own saree to wipe your hands; don’t spoil my kitchen counter.”

She came back happy, and as usual, I left the home after lunch and found a note that said, “Thank you, kind neighbor,” and I felt happy. As usual, I received a thank-you message on WhatsApp as well. Ramya asked me why I was giving only one chocolate at a time; I responded, “The lesser you get a thing, the more you would like to have it – so if you eat more chocolates today, you will be bored tomorrow.”

She said, “Good logic.”

My time is running out, and I just have 96 hours – so I gathered some courage and texted her back.

Me: Hey Ramya, what do you usually do in the afternoon?

Ramya: Mostly, I watch TV or take a nap.

Me: Good, good.

Ramya: How come you have a lot of chocolate collections?

Me: I love chocolate.

Ramya: Nice.

Me: Can I ask you a question?

Ramya: Sure.

Me: Please don’t mind – why are you always in a saree? Do you like them?

Ramya: Of course, I like them… and when you stay with your in-laws, there are certain things you need to do.

Me: Nice… but these days, many prefer Western wear.

Ramya: True.

Ramya: Your house is really good, tidy; you have good taste.

Me: Yeah, I eat a lot of chocolate, so I have good taste – haha.

Ramya: Smiley.

Me: Going to shopping in the evening – if you would like or select any item from the store, like a Western dress, I can pick it up for you; maybe you can try it at your home.

Ramya: Thanks, but I will pass; I have enough Western wear; it’s just that I don’t wear them frequently.

Here, I felt maybe Ramya is offended by my offer.

In the evening, I got a message from Ramya saying, “Hey, if you’re on shopping, pick up a nice chocolate for tomorrow.” I was happy to see the message, and I responded back, “Sure, neighbor.”

So, I got an idea – instead of buying chocolate, I brought chocolate cake mix to bake a cake, as my house is equipped with an oven.

So, I came back from shopping and texted Ramya that I have a surprise for her tomorrow; she asked me what, and I said, “Surprise.”

I said, “If you get me a yummy breakfast tomorrow, I will give it.”

Next morning – she brought me breakfast; this time, the surprise was – I kept 3 dresses: 1) saree, 2) nice lehenga, and 3) Western gown, and kept 1 variety of chocolate box on each – and said, “Ramya, please pick one set; you are not allowed to pick a chocolate box without a dress underneath it.”

She said, “No, no, why you brought all these?”

I said, “Please pick one,” and she picked the lehenga and Ferrero Rocher chocolate box.

I said, “I am going to the office, but in the afternoon, I would be happy if you can wear this lehenga, eat the chocolate, and send me a pic,” and I left for the office.

And later that afternoon, she sent me a disappearing message with her in a lehenga and eating the chocolate – I had a hard on.

I just have 48 hours to get things rolling – so next day, I did not go for breakfast; I felt afraid. In the afternoon, she called me for lunch; I said I am in meetings till evening and cannot make it; she said she will bring it. I know their in-laws sleep at 1, so I asked her if she can get me at 2 pm; she said okay.

At 2 pm, she rang my bell, and I was in a gym track with just a vest; I welcomed her home, and she said, “Where is my daily chocolate?”

I said, “Today, I don’t have any,” and she kept a disappointed face.

I laughed and asked her to sit. I enquired about her in-laws.

And then I said, “You missed your daily chocolate because you came without wearing the lehenga.”

She said, “It’s only yesterday’s deal.”

I said, “No, no, you need to wear the lehenga if you want a chocolate.”

She said, “The lehenga is at home.”

Then I said, “We have a Western dress if you prefer.”

She said, “No.”

I said, “It’s today’s deal,” and she agreed.

She went inside, wore the Western gown, and came, and she was gorgeous.

I said, “You are lovely,” and gave her a chocolate.

She immediately went inside to change back to a saree and came out.

I said, “Thanks for changing,” and she asked me why.

I said, “You were so cute in the gown, and I got weird thoughts,” and she laughed and went to her home.

She again texted, “Thanks for the chocolate.”

I said, “Thanks for the lovely glimpse.”

I just have 24 hours – so next day, I made a plan; I went to their home for breakfast and invited their whole family to bake a chocolate cake.

I said, “I will be free at 12:30 pm.”

So, after lunch, they showed up. And after 1:15 pm, Uncle and Aunty left to sleep.

I said, “Ramya, today, if you want the chocolate cake, there is one more deal.”

She laughed and said, “What is it?”

I said, “Go to the bedroom, change to the dress on the bed, and come.”

She went inside; the dress I kept was a short gown above thigh length with backless visibility and just a string around the neck as a top. Surprisingly, she wore it and came. I was utterly in shock seeing her beauty.

She said, “Come, let’s bake the cake.”

I was not able to concentrate on baking; I wanted this to be a fucking session instead of a baking session. And I know one pull over the thread over her neck, and the full dress drops out. But I was afraid to proceed.

She asked me, “Why are you giving me so much chocolate today, as you will only give a little amount?”

I said, “Ramya, tomorrow Rahul is returning, and you may not have the chocolates. So, today is the day you need to fulfill your desire of eating the entire chocolate.”

She said, “True.”

Next part, I will tell you all that I fed and what she ate – stay tuned.

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By the way, the story is 96% true, 4% adrenaline rush.

If any woman is eager to know the rest of the story earlier or wants to have a flirtatious chat, let me know.