A fitness influencer became my neighbour – Part 1

Hi all, this will be my first ISS story.

My name is Kabir. I am 25 years old; I love writing stories and I live in Ahmedabad, Gujarat. I am dominant by nature and a lover of BDSM. So, it is quite hard to find partners who can match my kink and the level of horniness that I have. But little did I know, soon it was all going to change.

The story is from last year, 2024, when everything was good, but I didn’t have a girlfriend at the time. All I had were my hand and a couple of roleplaying online partners on Instagram.

There was this particular fitness influencer. Let’s call her Ishita (name changed), who was a good friend of one of my friends. But I never met her. But she was damn hot. Her stats were 34-24-34 with a 34B bra size, and her ass — I can’t tell you how crazy I was about her ass. I used to masturbate while watching her fitness videos, especially the ones where she was squatting.

But my luck changed one fine morning in April.

When I was heading out for my daily run, I noticed that a car was parked below my building, and a girl was bending down to pick up her boxes. I started ogling at her ass, completely transfixed, and didn’t notice when she got up and looked at me with a sly smile on her face. When I came to my senses, I realized that it was Ishita.

Me: Hey, I’m Kabir. Are you new to the society?

Ishita: Yeah, I just arrived.

Me: Yeah, I can see that. (Jokingly pointing to the boxes) What’s your name?

Ishita: I’m Ishita.

Me: I was just on my way for my daily run. Do you want some help with the boxes? I can’t let my new neighbor not feel our hospitality. 😉

Ishita: Oh no, no… I got it. You can carry on.

I asked her which flat she was moving into, and all the dirty thoughts popped up in my head when she said that she was moving on the same floor as mine. I HAD to seduce her and get her into my bedroom.

At that point, I think my mind must have blanked, as my throbbing dick was in complete control of my thoughts.

She was wearing black pajamas and a white tank top in the morning, with her pink bra strap visible on her right shoulder. The pink bra was faintly visible through her tank top.

And I think she noticed that I was staring at her tits unabashedly because she immediately turned away and started picking up the box.

The next morning, I woke up with a hard-on, and all I could think about was the gorgeous girl who was living next door. Her small, supple tits in that white tank top and that pink bra.

I immediately pulled up her Insta page and rubbed one out while watching her workout videos.

I met her in the elevator that morning while I was going to get some milk.

Me: Ohh… hi Ishita. Where are you off to?

Ishita: Hey Kabir… I’m just going to do a morning workout.

Me: You know… I couldn’t help but notice… but I think I’ve seen you somewhere before. Do you have an Insta page?

Ishita: Ohh… yes, I do. I didn’t think you’d know about me.

Me: Who wouldn’t know about you? You have almost 200k followers. Plus, your workout routines have helped ME out a lot in my morning routine. 😉

She was surprised that I was following her. But I think she realized the flirty banter.

Ishita: Oh really… it has? Well, I’m glad the videos are helping to reduce the stress levels of good people. 😉

Me: Definitely, I’m sure you’re doing god’s honest work. 😉

Me: You know what? Do you mind if I invite you to go for a run in the morning with me?

Ishita: With you? Yeah sure… it’ll be fun. Anyway, there aren’t many people my age in this society. ☹️

Since then, we started going for a run every morning. And slowly, I built a friendship with her. Flirting with her, touching her elbows, and slowly asking her out in the evening for a cup of coffee.

I started asking personal questions later on, about her past relationship, her likes and dislikes in guys.

After two months of getting to know her and flirting with her over text, one fine evening, I knocked on her door. She opened the door with the same white tank top, but with a black bra this time, and cute brown shorts that made me eye her milky white thighs.

Me: Hey Ishita, I made some pasta for dinner… and I was thinking of ordering pizza. Do you want to join me? Maybe we can watch a movie together?

Ishita: Oh yeah, sure. I just came home from the office, and I am in no mood to cook anything at all. You actually came at the right moment. Let me just freshen up a bit.

Me: Sure, I’ll order the pizza then, and put on the AC.

Not gonna lie, my heart was pounding a bit. This was the perfect chance to make a move.

I put on the AC and put up a romantic movie on my TV in the living room and got a blanket. I lit up the room with candles and put on some really aromatic incense sticks.

She rang the bell, and I opened and let her in. She was wearing the same outfit with her hair tied up in a messy bun.

Ishita: Oh damn, Kabir! You know how to light up the room for a girl.

Kabir: What can I say? A girl like you should be treated right every night, right?

Ishita: Let’s see what else the night entails. 😉

Kabir: Haha… let me get the pasta. The pizzas are on their way.

After having our dinner, I poured her a glass of Coke and put on the movie.

The room was chilled enough that she asked for the blanket. And I said that I only have one blanket right now. She said, “Share kar lete hain… usme kya?”

She came close to me, and I pulled the blanket over both of us. We were watching the movie, and I kept looking at her.

I think she knew what I was doing because later on, she put her head on my shoulder. That gave me a confidence boost, and I put my hand on her thighs inside the blanket. And she kept her hand on top of mine. I started rubbing her thighs with my thumb.

Ishita: Kabir, what’s happening in the movie?

Me: I’m not sure… I am not paying attention much. My mind is quite distracted right now.

Ishita: Achaa? Aur kaha hain tumhara mind?

Me: Jahan hona chahiye… vahan he hain. 😉

Ishita: Acha?

She chuckled a bit. She pulled up her legs and put my hand between both of her thighs. I squeezed them a bit, and that made her moan a bit.

She still had her head on my shoulder. She gently put her right hand on my chest. As I was wearing a Henley at the time, she opened up a few top buttons slowly and slid her hand onto my bare skin.

Ishita: Yeh movie chalne deni hain?

Me: Haan… movie toh kaafi achi chal rahi hain. 😉

Ishita: But is it really okay?

Me: Yeah, I think we should enjoy it while it lasts, right? Baar Baar movies nahi aati aisi.

Ishita: Yeh aise double meaning me baatein karna kab se sikh liya tumne?

Me: Jab bhi I have a gorgeous girl like you in my room.

Ishita: Oh, acha? Gorgeous?

I looked at her and lifted her chin and gave her a small peck on her lips. She was breathing heavily; I could feel both of her tits moving up and down.

She opened her eyes, and I kept staring at her. I knew she wanted a deep kiss, but I wasn’t about to give it to her.

I put my index finger below her chin and made her look up at me. Her face looked so innocent and so helpless, it was as if she was begging to be kissed. But I didn’t give her one.

She knew I was teasing her, waiting for her to make the move. She smiled and looked down, and I immediately grabbed her face and made her look at me.

She finally gave up and put her hand behind my head and through my hair and leaned in for a kiss.

We both started kissing, and she started moaning in my mouth. She was caressing my hair, and I held her by the neck.

She got up and sat on my lap, and made my hand grab her waist.

Since I was not wearing any boxers, I knew she could feel my dick poking her pussy.

“Fuck, Kabir! Tera lund…” she said and started kissing me.

We both were breathing heavily. I lifted her tank top and gave it to her to hold in her mouth so that I could see those two gorgeous tits right in front of my face. I held both of her hands behind her and buried my face in her cleavage.

I moaned, “Fuck, Ishita… tere boobs bohot mast hain.”

I grabbed her left boob and put it into my mouth and started sucking her tit and bit her on her nipples. She screamed my name in pain, but I didn’t care much. I kept playing with her nipples with my tongue like a ravaged animal.

She said, “Bas, Kabir… aur kitna chusoge? Ab toh yahi hoon puri raat.”

I said, “Jaane bhi toh nahi dene vala, Ishita, tujhe aaj ghar.”

“Aur jaana bhi kisse hain?” She said.

She started dry-riding me on the sofa. And she could feel my cock growing inside my pajamas.

Me: Bhenchod… kaafi experience lagta hain tujhe.

Ishita: I’m not that innocent. You haven’t seen my wild side.

Me: Let me guess… you love getting degraded and getting railed pretty hard.

Ishita: Kaise pata?

Me: Because I love it and I always wanted to make you my personal fuckdoll.

Ishita: Isshh… Kabir…

I picked her up; she wrapped her arms around me, and her hands were wrapped around my neck. I was kissing her and kept squeezing that perfect ass. I started taking her to my bedroom.

I’m ending this part here.

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Stay tuned for the next part, where I tie her up and make her do so many humiliating things.