Her breasts were small and perky, with beautiful, round pink areolas. The nipples, now standing proudly where little buds directly in the center point...ng slightly up. Her stomach was smooth and flat, no doubt a direct result of her religious yoga routine. She wore a tiny pink thong that left very little to the imagination and that currently had a wet spot directly in the middle. I had to moan just looking at her, knowing that I was going to be getting my hands and mouth all over her. "Lay back. Then everyone would notice. I fluttered my eyes closed and my fantasy tore me from reality. My thumbs brushed over my nipples. "Ohhhh..." Everyone would see. Everyone would be looking at me. I pinched them between thumb and forefinger. Seeing my nipples, hard and poking through my tank top. My fingers tightened. Maybe Johan would lift my skirt. Lift my skirt and show my cunt to someone. They tightened further and I gritted my teeth. Maybe a stranger. Maybe a neighbour. Maybe he'll make me take. He did offer me a lift, which would have been great but I thought that would increase the chance of me flaking and getting cold feet.A long, nervous and erect bus journey later and I was walking up to the building where he stayed. He had actually come out to meet me which instantly weirded me out, as I thought I had a little bit more time to get myself in the zone.He was far shorter than me which is not obvious in his pictures, which is strange to me as I stand at 6'2.He escorted me up two. Her toes started to tremble. This went on for some days. After a week or so I was sitting next to her in her room.She was showing me something on her phone. I kept my hand around the shoulder and started to massage the area above her boobs. After a few minutes, I slowly took my hand under her kurti and started to massage her upper boob. She didn’t resist.Then, boldly, I lowered her bra and started to rub her nipple. She was not responding to any of my acts. And now this happened every day when.