We got to know each other a little bit through a couple of days. Weeks went by, and I, the curious one, naturally, was the first one to ask for a pict...re.She sent a face picture first. I noticed her very full, kissable lips. I complimented her on them. Then I asked her for a full body pic. She sent me one. She's curvy but fit. She's a dancer. She mentioned to me this in her texts to me. This is where it really got interesting. One night, we were talking and it got to the point where it got. " That's not a problem." Sam spoke for the first time. "I'd take responsibility for it."Sarah coughed politely. "Forgive me for asking..." she said quietly. "But do you always work in the office?" she looked at both gentlemen. "And you Mr Conrad you're never called away for a day or two ... or even more?" Well yes but it's almost never the two of us at the same time." Mr Conrad was saying. "I'm sure that Sam and I could work it between us."Sarah shook her head. "No," she insisted firmly. "It. ?‘Aamir’ I replied.‘I asked her’‘Sneha’ she replied.Then we chatted for some time. She told her husband was working in Bank and they were from north. And she asked my details. I told her I was from A.P and where I was working and all. We stopped after 5 mins.That was the beginning. I could see her clearly from my balcony every day morning and evening.I used to come out to my balcony every working day morning around 7 to hang by bath towel on the string and she would be in the kitchen doing her. We could walk through the woods and hold hands, stopping and kissing and finding somewhere we can be more passionate and intimate. It's this slow build up that we both enjoy so much, the stolen kisses and caresses, fingertips brushing against nipples and strained fabric. We would touch and kiss whenever we could, pulling me towards you roughly and pressing your lips against mine, exploring with your tongue. We could find somewhere where it was secluded, and somewhere we could put a blanket.